#Alaggada lords

[purplelordstudios]

New bird lords list

Albedo-still a snowy owl

Rubedo-still a peacock

Nigredo-magpie

Odious-hummingbird

[rangertowerdefensesimulator]

wow ! design concepts for both the white lord and the red lore ... ehehehe ... i was going to do the yellow lord and black lord but god... i think ill do smaller rougher sketches next time because this took me AWHILE.

[jekyll-doodles]

After, Diamonds || My Kofi & Commission Info || Do not edit, trace, or repost!

A sort-of sequel to Get Pastelled, Idiots , but with the diamond outfits and my wakey wakey au lords

Bonus Rubedo and Vito

[celestinagoldentrail]

Valentines Day Doodle ❤️❤️❤️

It's the lords' day off and wanted to spend time with their lovers soooooo yeah they went casual instead of their usual lord attire. Dyo is planning some romantic stuff for doc, Rue is too lazy to fix up their hair, Albedo is relaxin' and so is Citrinitas.

It's 2 days away before Valentine's Day (Well, in my country-) and I just doodled this! I thought that both Rubedo and Albedo are the only one who is single but the future had other plans :) ❤️

(A little post before going back to stressing myself over Research Methodology 💀)

[verrdette]

WHY IS WHITE LORD SO HARD TO DESIGN??? Are you going to be a moth? mantis? caddisfly???????? CHOOSE ONE. I'm losing my mind but yes, I have made progress:

Mantis it issss... *passes out*

[kinocakez]

Hey🧍‍♀️(im back at the FUCKING building again😭)

[znarudart]

TW badly drawn gun

[artistwithnopurpose]

"heyo, i was wondering if i could hug your yellow lord? Please " -Tangara

@ask-tangara-and-family

[arctic-shard]

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.

[fuzedatti]

XV. Kul-Manas Cycle

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Masterlist

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—This door has marked my destiny for millennia, without this door, my work here would lack of purpose.– Hands caressed the damaged wood in front of him. —So many years of research are stored behind this piece of wood.–

The blonde watched the french from a safe distance, admiring the gate. They had made a short trip to England to meet again with the said portal.

—The last time I was here, I was captured along with Dýo; Bright tried to persuade the King and his court, but as you yourself said, we immortals have no power against eternals.

—But you're not an immortal, are you?

—No, at least not before.

The door was opened by the doctor who immediately entered when he saw the brightness hit his mask. His clothing was now restored and striking; Clef wore an arachnid-like mask, with a heavy yellow cloak draped over his back.

—You blend in pretty well,– Clef said. —It is because you are already from here.

—Was it a lie when you said you had come here to discover my past?–

—A truth and a half if I make myself clear.– He cleared his throat. —I did not enter here, I have contacts in this directory of dimensions.–

As they walked, the Alaggada natives laughed and enjoyed their hedonistic lifestyle, chatting about trivial things in different languages. The couple arrived at a point a little far from the city to talk without being heard by others.

—Drama lovers,– Louis said, watching the natives whisper about their hiding place. —They see something out of place and start spreading rumors like a plague.–

Louis's disgust captivated Clef, who was able to assume his scowl under his mask. He gave a small laugh to continue his talk.

—So tell me, what exactly do you have to do with this place?

The doctor looked at him out of the corner of his eye to answer. —I'm what you might call a messenger, someone who communicated royalty between realms.–

Clef approached him dangerously, using the same tactic from yesterday to intimidate him a bit. —You know what I mean, "Louis", if that's what your real name is.–

—My name is what it is, why would I change it?– He replied. —Unless you mean who was in another life.

—Yes that's what I mean.

—I must clarify that I am not Kul-Manas, rather, I am a reinterpretation of what he once was.

—My sources weren't wrong then.– He chuckled. —What happened to him?–

Louis paused for a moment to make sure no one was listening. —The Black Lord killed him.–

Clef was not surprised.

—I have no recollection of his life; Emotions at most, but concrete memories... I'm afraid not.

—Are you his reincarnation?

—Hmm...–Louis thought. —Your concept of human reincarnation is not compatible with mine.–

—So...?

—I wasn't born after his death, in fact, I was already a grown man when it happened.

Louis grabbed Clef's wrist to signal for him to follow. They passed through some busy corridors, the shifting bricks scraping against the silk clothes made a distinctive sound. As they walked, Louis continued his tale.

—I used to be an ordinary man, a doctor who lived his life in a quiet way.– His voice didn't change in tone even as they maneuvered their way through the crowd. —What constituted my humanity was replaced by the Kul-Manas state of being.–

They stopped at a crowded place, right in front of the non-Euclidean palace. The creatures around it were swarming each other trying to get into it, bumping into the clientele lining up at the props and food stalls. Clef was about to ask what was going on when he felt his body being pulled by inhuman strength and almost crashing against the wall of a narrow alley; But his impact was muffled by Louis's torso, who was looking intently at the crack that gave way to the crowd.

The creatures made space in a line, revealing a royal palanquin. Four beings carried the huge ornate sticks that supported the boxes of what seemed to be made of pure gold. It was more than thirty feet high, and almost half a mile long, full of jewels and statues reminiscent of Baroque architecture. It was not possible to see inside the well-covered boxes, but it was more than clear who they were to them.

—There they are...– Clef whispered.

The doctor separated their bodies to move behind the palanquin and enter the palace. The noise of the jewels and chains was deafening, while the crowd cheered and cried with joy when they saw their sovereigns. The pair got behind one of the creatures carrying the carriage, but Alto nearly screamed as he watched Bright's reanimated corpse to be the carrier of the heavy structure.

His mummified body was falling apart, the little humanity Clef had left was destroyed seeing his old friend like that. A single tear rolled down his cheek before being stopped by Louis.

—Stop moving forward.

He didn't realized the moment they were inside the castle, always changing shape. The doors slammed shut behind them and silence reigned for the next few seconds. The curtains parted to reveal the Emperor of Alaggada and his faithful companion. They looked bigger than he remembered, and he could feel Clef's dread growing. Both eternals positioned themselves in their respective places, each one creating an echo of chains and strings that got stronger every moment.

—I know you're there.

The Ambassador's voice rearranged all of Clef's thoughts in milliseconds, taking his breath away as he was quickly dragged towards the emperor's feet, leaving him kneeling against his will.

—Kul-Manas,– the King remitted. —You were here recently.–

—You call me by a name that does not correspond to me, my lord.

—And you give me a title that is no longer yours to say.– He answered. —Where is the Black Lord?–

—He lies on Olympus, my King, with the jewel of whom they made a lackey.– He turned to see Bright's body, about to be crushed by the palanquin. —Listen to my words carefully, I have no intention of repeating them.–

—Go ahead, I'm looking forward to it.

The Ambassador's silence worried Louis, who advanced towards the thrones at Clef's side. The raven removed his mask, ignoring all law within Alaggada, revealing his scar. The King tilted his head and approached him, creating a grotesque sound between the rope and his neck.

—All of you are ill.– He said looking coldly where the King's eyes should go. —You have the same disease as me, caused by the Black Lord, you are cursed.–

The Hanged King straightened up again and turned to see the Ambassador, who still didn't say a word.

—Your King and the Ambassador are not ill.– The King corrected. —But our Lords, I fear that they are not more than ephemeral.–

The King released Clef from his trance and tied a thousand ropes to his body, each one squeezing his weakest points and leaving him on the verge of death. A piercing scream was torn from his throat as he felt them slowly press against him. Louis flinched at the threat, not showing his concern.

—Now... Kul-Manas... what are your demands?

—Take me and Alto Clef to Olympus, and we will return with the corpse of the Black Lord so that the other Lords can heal.– His wound had begun to bleed, letting out that black blood run down his face and letting out some groans of pain. The King twisted a bit. —Do it or I break the cycle of Kul-Manas!–

The moment he said that, he released Clef, letting him fall to the ground with a crash. The other Lords arrived upon hearing the scandal, each with a scar similar to Nicephore's, bleeding and dying with it.

—You have become intelligent, Kul-Manas. You've earned yourself a deal.

The King twisted to reveal a million-fanged fauses and expel an acid-like liquid to the ground, which turned into a golden dust as bright as the sun itself.

—God's blodd,– Said the Yellow Lord. —Vaporized for trade on the metaphysical black market.–

The White Lord wept into the Red Lord's shoulder in pain, both bleeding from their masks just as Dýo used to.

—Just leave, kill the Black Lord and come back with his mask,– The Hanged King ordered.

—At your command, my majesty.

[anaban44]

I never feel so proud and frustrated with a draw before, hope u guys like it :'DDD

SCP-2264 belongs to @metaphysicianus-blog

[purplelordstudios]

They stole my phone to look at your art

PS; The Black Lord likes your art, he just can’t change his facial expression…

[I love your art, decided to send this because of your Perriot drawings as my Black Lord design is based on Perriots]

*whispering* You hear that? People think your dramatic poses and drawings are cool

-Purple

Big word, mean sad French clown, very cool, love your art so much, your lord designs look so cool. Shall now go eat your art

-R

[jekyll-doodles]

i looove the idea that the lords have different corrosion effects

yeye Gotta have some fun with it :D

Also answers some of the questions of what would change if it had been one of the other lords that was ran out of Alaggada.

[celestinagoldentrail]

🦪🦪🦪

[zak-dar]

After visiting St. Petersburg and its surroundings (Peterhof, Tsarskoye Selo) I thought about how Alagadda would look like being in the Baroque style. And the Northern Capital (as the Russians call it) seemed very suitable to me.

Why is it?

1. Historical appearance. St. Petersburg was founded in the 18th century, so most of the buildings date back to this period. Starting from the foundation and ending with the beginning of the Soviet system, St. Petersburg was the capital, and any major capital has a large number of palaces and large residences, which also affected the appearance of this city.

2. Location. The Northern Capital is located on the seashore, right at the mouth of the river. Of course, there are not as many channels in St. Petersburg as in Venice, but there are much more of them than in other European cities. Bridges in St. Petersburg are a separate topic and almost a business card of the city.

3. Architecture. As I have already said, there are a huge number of magnificent palaces, fantastic temples and exquisite bridges. Of course, the modern look of the center is different from the 18th century, but this entire architectural ensemble, even together with the buildings of the 19th century, creates an overall picture that is difficult to separate from each other — Baroque, Rococo, classicism and Empire look so harmoniously with each other.

There is one more thing that is not touched upon in any way specified in the original document, but was in Venice itself. And these are villas and country residences. Starting from the 15th century, secular construction began to develop in Europe, in particular the palazzo (city palace) and a villa (country palace). The fashion for villas appeared in Venice in the 16th century: noble citizens began to leave for the mainland during the summer. However, the real sensation was made by Versailles — the most famous country palace of the 17th century, with a regular park and a whole complex of various buildings. Russia has decided to keep up with European fashion and since the 18th century country palaces have also appeared in the vicinity of St. Petersburg: Peterhof, Tsarskoye Selo, etc. Peterhof is the quintessence of what Versailles once laid. A huge palace complex with dozens of different buildings, a huge regular park with a lot of beautiful fountains. However, the slightly more intimate Tsarskoye Selo impresses with its sophistication and quirkiness of architectural forms.

Well, I hope you got to this point, because here I want to tell you about my thoughts.

The appearance and structure of the city:

Like the original Alaggada, a huge, resplendent city surrounded by black waters. Baroque is a style of excess, so here the structure of the city is different: there are wide avenues, huge squares with colossal obelisks and triumphal arches, extensive parks. As for the latter: unlike the original Alagadda, it is easy to find plants in the city, but they are not all alive: some are completely black and harder than metal, others consist entirely of precious metals and precious stones, and there are also ice-glass.

The city can be divided into five parts: there are four districts on the cardinal directions and one central one. The North belongs to the Black Lord: this is the main entrance from the sea. A large number of light shows and various lavish banquets are held here, as well as theaters give the best performances and concerts around the clock. The South belongs to the White Lord: its streets are covered with white snowdrifts of either doggie or snow. On the squares there are glass palaces and sculptures, white fortress towers, which are constantly demolished by dashing horsemen and horse-drawn covered wagons (Alagadda horses can look completely different, sometimes completely losing their resemblance to terrestrial animals). The East was occupied by the Red Lord: his possessions occupy part of the country forest, and also has access to the sea, so his part of the city is a real hunting ground. Gambling houses, brothels and various clubs are literally around every corner. The Western port belongs to the Yellow Lord: the eyes are blinded by the amount of gold, and the nose hurts from the amount of delicious flavors. Luxury here is so hyperbolized that you can go crazy from this abundance. The center is, oddly enough, a neutral territory: here you can find everything that is in other parts of the city, however, it is a cultural area - a haven for wand-bearers and seekers of knowledge. Museums and libraries, secret societies and chthonic cults — everything that is responsible for the vices of the soul, not the flesh, is here.

But where is the King's palace then? And he is not quite in Alagadda itself. Although country residences belong to the city, however, they are in the distance and it is already more difficult to get into them. The Royal palace and Park ensemble is practically a separate city, but only purely for the courtiers of the King. The regular park impresses with the quirkiness of buildings and plant compositions, and the view from the palace is breathtaking: an alley of obsidian poplars, golden maples and ruby bushes goes far, far to the Black Sea. However, no ordinary guest will be able to reach the sea — the further he goes, the further the coast seems (some have never returned from this endless walk).

There are still residences of various courtiers outside the city, but about them sometime later. I can only say that the White Lord's villa looks more like a huge greenhouse, the Red One has a large English park, the Yellow One's residence is famous for a huge water cascade, and the Black One has organized his own open-air theater.

Thanks for your attention!

[soliusss]

This question has been on my mind for some time, and I want to know. When a Lord exits out of Alaggada, only their mask remains with some powers. When an Alagadda cat exits out of Alaggada, they stay the same. What happens if an Alagadda citizen exits out of Alagadda? I guess it would be the same as Alaggada cats, or they become humans since they were once humans themselves.

Well 5075 exists and they remain in their alagadda form outside Alagadda but theyre all sorta in a weird spot cuz they were kicked out and also jump around existence on earth so....idk. I guess citizens keep their alagadda form outside alagadda. Or not, its up to you how you wanna view things