#Earl of Greed

[wondyvillains]

[girderednerve]

don't wanna hear about the economy, fiscal reality, profit and loss none of that matters when you're underground anyway damn sure can't tell me nothing about cost

[animeyanderelover]

Tw: Yandere Themes, possessive behavior, obsession, delusional behavior, controlling behavior, manipulation, isolation, death

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Little sister is like Janet from The Good Place

Sebastian Michaelis

🐈‍⬛​It is rather unusual for demons of the same lineage to be so attached to each other. However, to not be disgraced by you there was little choice Sebastian saw himself having. Your entire existence goes against everything his kind should stand for so to help you find your way back to the roots of your existence, Sebastian has taken it upon himself to take you under his wings. His plans to teach you the ways of a demon fail terribly though for you are a being so friendly and willing to help that it is uncanny. For all the powers that you hold it is nothing short of a waste for you to use it all only to help others. To make things only worse you have no morales nor limits as you help anyone you have a contract with. The quality of their souls is of no importance to you, only the willingness to help counts. No matter how disgraced you are by your masters or how terribly someone takes advantage of you, you keep your cheerful and friendly demeanor. Do you intend to shame your own kin and blood? Sebastian has seen himself forced more than once to kill off your clients to spare him and you only more shame. He is hoping for anger from your side yet instead he is met with the same friendliness.

🐈‍⬛​You cannot protect yourself from others despite being a demon so your older brother eventually takes that role. Sebastian starts to keep you close and isolated for you would jump at a chance to help someone even if it were to commit a crime. Your entire existence is better to be kept a secret for otherwise you would only give and give without taking. He wonders how the very essence of your being can be so different as a demon is supposed to take and satisfy their own desires. Even Ciel innitially doesn't know of your existence as Sebastian keeps it a secret from him. Only much later does the young Earl figure out that Sebastian has a sister though only with great doubt. After all Sebastian and you are like the sun and the moon. You couldn't be more different. Interactions are kept short though as Sebastian wouldn't want his young master to even consider taking advantage of you. The subtle threats he allows to slip out when Ciel remotely hints at wanting you on his side tell as much. Who knows, maybe Sebastian will one day make a contract with you himself to ensure that throughout eternity no one shall ever take advantage of your kindness. After all a contract binds.

Ash Landers

▫️What terrible twist of fate it is for Ash to be torn away from his little sister. As he is banished down to the realm of the sinners and the mortals you stay in heaven, serving the souls of the good people. None of them deserve your kindness though. For Ash you have always symbolised the perfect version of a being. Kind, warm and without a single flaw. Yet you are being tarnished by the greed of everyone, used for their own selfish purposes yet you are too helpful to reject their pleas and prayers. Nothing could have his heart weeping more. You deserve more than what you receive yet you don't know better. After all your entire life you have served people and fulfilled them their wishes, have been lied to. Everyone deceives you yet as your older brother it is his heavenly duty to protect you from all the evil and harm that comes your way. Heaven may have separated him from you yet that shall never blind him from his duties handed to him the moment you appeared in this world as his younger sister. Even whilst he is forced to mingle with the vermin on earth he shall show you his devotion and remind you that he will never forget you. No amount of distance can ever change that.

▫️He shall set the city of London on flames for you and pray that you will see the fire even up there on the clouds. He shall erase all those souls who would only cling to you like leeches once they ascend to the sky for none of them deserve to be there where you are. During his time on earth he wants humans to know you and to respect you so through the Queen as his puppet he starts a new religion featuring you. Churches and shrines are build in your name and image yet only few of them stand the testament of his perfectionistic gaze. If something isn't perfect it is undeserving of carrying your name. Do you see it all even whilst both of you are separated from each other? Do you see how tirelessly he works to create a place worthy of you? The distance between the two of you always pains him yet there are moments where the agony is especially prominent. Hasn't he already failed as an older brother already? After all siblings should stick together yet here he is, unable to reach you. From his place on earth he is unable to protect you from all the greedy and selfish people who lie to your face and use you for their own schemes. He may never be able to make this up to you once both of you are reunited as family.

Claude Faustus

🕷️​Claude has never had any intentions of taking you in. In fact he was unaware that he even had a younger sister from the same parents yet one day you are given to him. Your entire existence is a shame for your kin and no one wants to take you in and teach you the ways of the demons. So either you are going to be killed or Claude will do the job as he is from the same blood as you. There is no thrill he can find in his heart yet the shame of being associated with someone weak like you fuels his decision to take you in. You cannot die and taint his reputation forever amongst others of his kind. It is this mix of frustration and annoyance that leads him to be very harsh and cold to you. Cruelty is perhaps the method he chooses to raise you with yet it doesn't quite work as he has hoped it would. Your behavior stays the same. It almost disgusts him to see a demon from his bloodline to be so kind and willing to help. You offer your services to anyone without demanding everything in return and it has his skin crawling. You will not embarrass him so Claude never allows you to have a contract. Even if you were to make one your master wouldn't last long, murdered by Claude's hands.

🕷️​The extreme isolation you are put through comes to no surprise as Claude eventually labels you as unable to survive on your own. Demons are lonely creatures by nature unless they find their true mate so it is rare for a pair of siblings to stick together. What other choice does he have though? You would only ruin his own name if he were to let you go and his attachment plays another crucial role. You would simply not survive out there without him. More than once he uses condescending or very belittling words to coax you into listening to him and doing as he says. Never have you taken it as an insult though as if incapable of feeling angry or sad at all. Alois is never going to find out about you as he would most likely only bully you and abuse you like the other butlers in the household. If that were to happen Claude would consider his contract with the young master done as he would never allow anyone to lay a single finger on his younger sister. He doesn't often show his bond to you though as he sees it as very needed to be the composed and cold brother to cancel out your own warmth and kindness. He is a proper demon after all, territorial first before anything else.

Chrollo Lucilfer

📖​From the youngest age on Chrollo has always been forced to protect you. Even before both of you learned how to use Nen and received your special abilities your kindness made you an easy target in Meteor City. You are a lamb under a flock of wolves who are always waiting to sink their teeth into your innocent being. The only thing sparing you from those experiences is Chrollo who has always been a shield to protect you. He is indeed a true older brother and that identity that comes with it has always given him a sense of order in a life where his existence has been unwanted from the moment he was a toddler. Some of hid oldest friends who are now also part of the Phantom Troupe have viewed you at times as nothing but a burden back in those days. Survival of the fittest is after all a concept that is all too true in Meteor City and it is clear that without Chrollo's protection your light would be snuffed out quickly in a place filled with outcasts and violence. Yet Chrollo has never thought once about abandoning you. After all you are all that he has and vice versa. Family should stick together and he will not allow one of his cherished people to be left behind to be torn apart.

📖​Your Nen ability is one of the strongest and most treasured in the entire Phantom Troupe. Yet just like your entire existence to the world outside it is shrouded and speculations and mysteries.To the troupe as well as to Chrollo you are the personification of a treasure that is priceless and for that would never be given away. Over the years everyone has formed a bond with you. Hardly surprising as you have never been allowed to bond with anyone outside of Chrollo's members. You are far too willing to spill out all the secrets and offer all of the help. It has gotten so bad that Chrollo is in fact actively searching for Nen abilities to restrict you with it all. Perhaps a part of him has even considered stealing your Nen to make it all easier and he knows that you would all too willingly let him do so if he were to ask. Hisoka is the only member of the troupe that is kept away from you though you approach him willingly to offer any help as he is the newest member. You are th easiest way to get under Chrollo's skin and that is why you are a beloved and popular target, only resulting in more isolation as a result. Perhaps it would really be easier to just steal your powers for you are too naive to wield them.

Alucard

🩸​Alucard has gone through great loss over the span of his very long life. He has lost everything. His people. His nation. His wife. His child. His faith. And perhaps worst of all, he has also lost parts of himself as he traded his humanity for the monster he now is and will forever be. That should make it at least a bit more understandable to why he is as protective and possessive of you as he is. After all after centuries of being all by himself and with nothing left to lose, there is something to be lost once more as the vampite gets attached to you. You are a weak spot of his, something that Alucard himself fully acknowledges. Yet strangely enough he cannot find it within himself to hate you for it. He has almost forgotten what it feels like to care for someone as much as he cares for you and with that returns a part of the humanity that he thought he had lost so many ages and empires ago. It is quite fascinationt though, wouldn't you agree? That a creature as feared as he is is chained to a fragile appearing thing like you all because for the first time he discovers once more what it feels like to have a family. Feelings are binding and that more efficiently than a contract through blood.

🩸​As someone who has lived for as long as Alucard has though, he also knows that people of your kind rarely survive in a world as unforgiving as this one. Though the time of great wars may not be upon you for the coming years, wolves lurk around everywhere. Kindness is unfortunately a trait that will always be taken advantage off. People will step on you and use you for their own gains and purposes and he worries that you will simply let it happen all because you have more kindness in you than anyone else. So to protect you from the monsters who would lay their greedy claws on you Alucard is always waiting in the shadows, observes every interaction you have and frightens those who believe that you could be nothing but a tool for their own satisfaction. He himself never takes much advantage of you and refuses all the help that you always offer him as most of the time your assistance would do more harm than good as he fights bloody battles and murders those who stand in Integra's way. Sometimes he wonders though if you are a salvation that the god he thought he abandoned so long ago sent his way to bring him back some of the lost humanity he sacrificed in the past.

Alexander Anderson

✝️​Anderson is a man drowning in his own belief of God, a servant so dedicated that he engages in violence all to fulfill the greater mission handed to him as a priest and Catholic. In spite of all that insanity brought to light due to his intense devotion he is still capable of attachment and care as seen by the orphans he has taken under his wings. You are no ordinary child though and you are no simple human either. You have never been even from earliest childhood days. Alexander and you couldn't be more different though as you don't engage in battle to kill all those who could pose a threat to the god you believe in. No, instead you have chosen a different path to express your faith by extending kindness and help to all those around you. A concept that on paper should be admirable as you love everyone and forgive all sins yet none of that brings Alexander much pride. In his eyes there is a clear divide amongst people as he condems those who are no Catholics to the point where he would let them die. So obsessed is he with the word of God. His kindness has limits whilst yours doesn't as you extend a friendly hand even to the enemy. A great betrayal in his eyes.

✝️​Yet you have been blessed with powers from God, received a divine gift that has made you the most vauable member of the religious organisation. No one would dare to even suggest killing you for what they view as betrayal. No one has the courage to do so either as Alexander is your older brother. Not by blood but by bond as he has been guided to find you when both of you were only children and you still without your gift yet already with your friendliness. The greed of people who only serve their own greed and not the word of God have always threatened to devour you even back then and not much has changed even as years have passed. That is why you are confined to the building of Ferdinant Lukes, the orphanage founded by Alexander. There you are placed just right, also taking care of the many children brought to the establishment and raising them. You are kept away from any activities of the Iscariot Agency as your assistance would only be a distraction for you would offer even the most hideous of monsters your hand and a redemption where none should be given. No, your abilities must remain a secret for otherwise all kinds of things would come after you.

Ryomen Sukuna

🗾​It is surprising as it is that Sukuna has formed any kind of meaningful bond to begin with that doesn't end in a bloodbath. The ugly truth is that this bond didn't start the way that it is in the present. No, instead it is your unique Cursed Energy and your ability that comes with it that draws Sukuna to seek you out. After all his greed knows no bounds and the ability to create everything that someone could possibly desire is something many people would love to get their hands on. To their greatest misfortune Sukuna has already planned to make you his possession so any fools who get too close to reach you are mercilessly slaughtered by him. A part of him expects any level of fear or fright as those are emotions he is so used to see on people's faces. Yet the only thing that he receives is a disgusting smile and the polite question of why he is here and what he needs your help with. You possess a level of friendliness that is almost unnerving yet Sukuna finds himself enjoying the sinister aspect to it all. After all your willingness to even help him in spite of knowing his true goals clearly shows a lack of morality. You could be interesting after all.

🗾​Sukuna takes some sort of sick pleasure in it as time passes and he notices over and over again how you seem to be utterly incapable of any form of negative emotions. It makes you easy to use and easy to manipulate. The only downsight to it all is that the concept of loyalty is vague as you offer everyone your assistance that asks you of it. That is why you are locked away like a little bird and the only person he trusts with supervising you without abusing your power is Uraume. All of the finest riches and material treasures that adorn his body or that are in his possession are all your creations as a life of luxury is guaranteed with you by his side. Even though you show it in unique ways, in Sukuna's eyes you are still a proper curse with terrifying abilities. After all there is nothing that binds you to others as you discard bonds easily all because you have to help anyone who asks you of it. The only bond that you have and that you seem to value is with Sukuna for he is your brother and that has made him somewhat cocky. It is enjoyable after all, watching how people tear each other apart to have you only to be ultimately be killed by him. After all you are his little sister. His responsibility.

Gojo Satoru

🩵​The Gojo clan is a highly respected clan already and the birth of Satoru has only manifested the power associated with them. Being born as his younger sibling without any of the abilities that he has inherited, you are treated vastly different though. Gojo is pushed to be a weapon, to be on top, to be lonely. You experience your own loneliness but for a different reason. Stuck in the shadow of your older brother, constantly compared to the lonely genius who learns so fast and masters everything without even needing a teacher whilst you struggle with simple cursed techniques. Both of you lead unfair lives but for different reasons. Yet Satoru isn't like the rest of the clan as he takes you in and looks out for you where others would have simply ignored your average existance. Both of you only have each other after all so he decides that both of you should stick together. Through his efforts and questionable teaching methods you eventually unlock your own special ability. An immediate game changer a suddenly everyone wants to be your friend or wants to spend time with you. Satoru is against it yet you only reciprocate, mercilessly taken advantage of by the system.

🩵​Satoru has his hands even fuller from that day on as he needs to ensure that the world of the sorcerers experiences no threats whilst also seeing it through that no one from the higher-ups nor any other person can get too close to you and only use you. It is frustrating and borderline painful to see you behaving so obedient to every request that you receive as you have no will of your own. It hurts, especially since he expects you to trust him more as your older brother yet none of his words reach you as you immediately offer everything the moment someone asks you for it. The fear that both of you might be pitted against each other might be dismissed as paranoia by others. To Satoru the world isn't that nice though, especially not the world that both of you live in. Rumors and speculations are something that he can hardly contain yet information about the true extent of your abilities is generally kept a secret. It is your sheer willingness and the vulnerability that comes with it that has Satoru locking you permanently away with all sorts of special seals to keep others out. If only you wouldn't agree with him so easily then perhaps all of this would be less shameful for him. Your obedience is painful.

Geto Suguru

🗻​Sometimes Geto wonders if he would have killed you on that day just like he did his own parents if it wouldn't have been for the fact that you too are a sorcerer. A question that weights heavily on his mind at times when he observes you yet ultimately the reality is that you are no filthy monkey but a sorcerer with a very powerful ability. That is all that should count and the thought that always has him dropping this question. Suguru may be the leader of this entire movement and the person that everyone respects but your own powers are valued highly by everyone. Suguru would like to think that your abilities are worth even more than his own leadership as you are the key to create a world for only sorcerers. Yet it is most regrettable that your own kindness isn't quite as selective as his own is. In fact you are overflowing with friendliness and the will to help to the point where you offer your help to anyone. Whether it be an enemy of his or even one of the many filthy monkeys, you always approach everyone with that same smile and openness. Some of his own people secretly call you a traitor, words that Suguru denies. What he can't deny though is that your goals do not align with his own.

🗻​He is your older brother. You should trust in his choices and listen to him above anyone else. Obviously you do not think the same though as you ignore his every advice and warning and continue going out of your way. You even expose your powers to non-sorcerers and always force his hand to kill those individuals as they not only dared to get lose to you but also to keep them from spreading the news about your powers. Suguru is attempting every day to indoctrinate you with the same ideas that he and the entire cult centered around him follow yet none of his words reach you. You are blind. That is why eventually you are forbidden to step outside the shrine and are kept locked away in a small room like a precious artifact that shall only be taken outside when the time to wield it has arrived. What other choice really is there? You would betray not only your own kind but also him, your older brother, if someone were to ask you for anything that is meant to stand in his way and that knowledge drives Suguru almost mad. The resentment is ever-present with his brotherly love from that day on as he is never able to forget that you would take the hand of someone else if asked.

Nanami Kento

💛​Nanami is most familiar with the way that society works. Money talks and money rules. That is all that there is to life and even though he loathes the thought, he knows that he is only a small part in the great mechanism of it all. He would like to walk away at times but unfortunately he is a good person and for that his compassion always drives him back to a place where he will protect people from the horror of curses. It seems to be an inherited trait if one were to look at you, his younger sister. Only that with you this trait has blown out of propotions. Even as a small child you have always been too kind for your own good and Nanami cannot count the times where you were taken advantage of on both of his hands. It has always been him who had to step up or else you would have just continued pouring all of your energy into someone who would have lost likely never thanked you for it and would have only taken it for granted. The role of the older brother weights heavily upon him and it is through all those years that he has developed a naturally overprotective demeanor when it involves you. The world of the sorcerers is after all even less forgiving.

💛​Especially once you train your Cursed Energy and gain a very special ability does Kento view himself forced to step up even more. Years of attempting to teach you to set boundaries and think logically and not with whatever heart motivates you to keep on giving, you are still none the wiser. What can he do though? He holds no special power like Gojo does not could he simply turn his back on the system and abduct you like Geto has done. No, Kento is just one of many sorcerer and for that nothing valuable. The only option that he is left with is protecting you to the best of his abilities. You have obtained the highest rank of a sorcerer possible but less because you have fought for it tirelessly and more because your Cursed Technique is just that valuable to their world. That puts only more distance between the two of you that he has to overcome somehow. He could simply ask you for more Cursed Energy and power yet Kento refuses to be put in the same position as everyone else who wants more power, more money and more wealth from you. He is dangerously close to breaking though. Whether his sanity gives up first or his body will be seen in time.

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Summary: You are called to court after the end of the civil war, but find yourself facing many challenges, expected and not. (fantasy medieval au)

Characters: king!Steve Rogers

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The gardens of Astra Castle are unlike any you’ve seen before. Certainly, you’ve never been to a royal castle previously. Your father’s own hold is modest, still bearing the wooden foundation, whereas the rich lords have poured mortar and built in stone. 

So, it is a great honour to be among the noble women chosen to serve the queen. Most unexpected. As a daughter of a lower house, it is rather unusual, but it comes with the newly set writ tabled at the end of the uprising. That is how your father tells it anyhow. 

King Steven is as newly crowned as he is newlywed. After a lengthy revolt against the previous king, the land has settled, and upon his victory, the new ruler promises the expansion of prosperity to all. The very precedence of his war rested on the greed of the former court and its covetous lords. 

To those who took up his mantle, he has made good his word. To the commoners, he has sent bread and ale, livestock and alms; to the nobles, he has granted titles and lands. You were of the same doubt as your father, however, you expected to be forgotten in the disarray. 

Yet, you were not. You’re there with several other ladies. A set of blond twins borne of a duke and duchess, the sole heir of a widowed countess, and several earl’s daughters such as yourself. Unlike them, you do not wear satin or silk, not muslin either. You have only the dyed linen your mother attempted to enhance with some embroidery around the cuffs and collar. 

“Marcia and Marigold,” the twins introduce themselves as you cluster together in the gardens, grooms and servants bustling around carriages and chests. “Lady Calliope,” they call out the countess’ daughter, “we met prior, yes? Your mother is near Estrela.” 

“She is,” Calliope answers in her stern manner, herself seeming a widow in her black dress. The shimmery fabric makes up for its single tone. 

“Ameri, Dorida, and... Selene,” they point to the other girls, themselves clothed in scarlet, rose, and azure respectively. “We know the earls, your fathers. They gathered at our father’s hold for the battle near Caffre.” 

The twins take turns speak so that sometimes you cannot track whose lips are moving. It is even that they trade off in the middle of sentences. You find yourself almost as lost by their words as your new surroundings. 

“And you...” The twins turn their jade eyes upon you. It is there you have found the only difference in them; they have the same heights, the same hair, the same gowns even, but there is a sliver of grey through Marcia’s green iris. “We haven’t figured who you are.” 

“My father is an earl. In Woodsdam.” 

“Woodsdam,” they echo in unison and share a look. They are perplexed. 

“A minor house,” Calliope provides. “a farmer more than a noble, if I’m not mistaken.” 

“We have vast lands and we tend to them, yes,” you assure. You expect their condescension. Your father warned you for it but he bid that you keep your chin up. The king has given him a mission of his own and so you will represent the family for the time. “We keep our people well and we fed the king’s troops when they marched." 

“Mm, sounds very... common,” Marigold grins and her sister snorts into her hand. 

“We know many lords like us, yes. They work hard amidst their vassals. It keeps the lands strong so that we may better serve the crown,” you return evenly.  

Your mother helped you prepare. She coached you to keep your manners and your spine. The latter is much more difficult as you face these ladies and their bobbles with only a ribbon in your hair and a pair of patched gloves. 

“Woodsdam? I think I rode through it once on the way to my grandfather’s summer castle,” Ameri tuts, “it was little more than a swamp.” 

“It must’ve been the spring rains, perhaps, lady,” you offer. 

“Summer house,” she enunciates, “one travels there in the summer.” 

Your cheek twitches at her barbed retort. Very well. You are not used to their sharpness. Their chittering has thus far centered on gossip and the cost of their new caps. 

“A wonder the pauper’s daughter received an invite. Are you certain you can read, lady?” Dorida snipes and looks to the twins for approval. You notice how they all tend to do so. 

“It was sent to my father, Lord Eldon,” your voice quavers. You are not so strong as your mother bid you to be.  

They cackle at your meek response, “the precious maiden of Woodsdam.” 

You put your head down as the activity all around threatens to swallow you up. You wish the ground would rent and you would fall right through. All your excitement has dissipated to a sludge in your veins. You touch your cheek as you try not to show your embarrassment. 

“The Lord of Woodsdam,” a deep voice startles you as boots approach from behind, “is that what I heard?” 

You stiffen up as the ladies before you hush and blink, almost in tandem. They curtsey as their faces wash over in shock and you turn to face the newcomer. A man in a deep blue vest over black sleeves and grey breeches. He wears belt of gold and a circlet across his brow in a similar hue. It is that which betrays his statues. 

You lower your eyes and mimic the other women, mortified to be faced with new king so informally. You would not think him wandering out in the yard. Still, he has vowed to be unlike the former leige. That he would be of the people. 

“King Steven, your majesty,” the others titter in a messy chant and you murmur your own propriety as you back away. You find yourself still to the shoulder of the king as the other ladies give no room for you to join. 

The vision of him stains your mind. He is tall, with dark blond tresses that extend past his neck, and blue eyes which put his own attire to shame. He has a jaw which looks etched in stone and a bearing which matches his rank. He is tall and broad and a finely built knight. 

“It is an honour,” Marcia says most boldly. 

“You may rise,” he allows in a breezy timbre. “I did hear my wife would receive new ladies. Young ladies.” 

“Your majesty,” the murmur rolls across each lip. 

“It is much needed. We have so many established ladies at court and yet we need to think of the future. Of the next generation,” he declares as he emphasizes his words with his large hand. You watch his garnet ring to keep from so brazenly looking him in the face. 

“Certainly, your majesty,” Marcia and Marigold chime in unision. 

“And don’t worry for there are many young lords as well,” the king laughs galely at the quip which makes the ladies, yourself included, blush. “Ah, then, Woodsdam I believe we were speaking of...” 

You blink and glance at the other ladies. They are cowed, unsure if they were overheard in their derision. You hope as much as they that they were not. It is rather unflattering. 

“My father, Lord Eldon,” you explain, “your majesty.” 

“You? You are the young lady of Woodsdam I heard so much of.” 

“You did? Er, your majesty,” you curtsey apologetically; unnecessarily. 

“Certainly, I did. Your father was a great assistance in me holding counsel with the lower lords. He is very patient. “When not about his duty, he spoke of you oft. Though what matters are more important than family?” 

“Yes, your majesty,” you can’t help a smile, “my father is a very kind man.” 

“Kind and courageous. I’m certain you’ve inherited as much,” the king praises, “and these other ladies. The twins who belong to Mawsley, the Countess of Clovers daughter, and the three earls daughters from the White Plains.” 

The ladies each bow their heads as he proclaims them by their forebearers’ titles. You watch from aside, feeling even more out-of-place. The king recites them all proudly as he extends a finger for each. 

“Allow me myself to extend a welcome to Astra. When you are sorted, my wife shall receive you all and have you acquainted with the grounds. I hope you enjoy them, we’ve had the gardeners at work day and night,” he pronounces, “for now, I must be off, for a king has many obligations and not so much time.” 

He bows and turns on his heel, marching off with his shoulder straight and head high. He walks as a soldier does, not some lord. You’ve seen the difference before, more recently in the aftermath of battle. A soldier is more akin to a farmer, much as your father, whereas a Lord tends to keep his steps tight. 

“Wow, oh my,” Dorida fans herself, “he is rather handsome.” 

“Oh yes,” Marcia and Marigold say, the latter forging ahead, “we met him at our father’s castle. He is ever so charming.” 

“Hm, and the queen would love to hear it, I’m certain,” Calliope intones brusquely. 

“The queen is not here,” Ameri sneers, “so what does it matter? Besides, is it so wrong to state a truth?” 

“He is very elegant,” Selene agrees. 

“Much too kind, as well,” Marigold snips, “Woodsdam? He speaks as if it more than some paltry farmhouse.” 

“You’d never even heard of it,” Calliope remarks. 

“And how had you, hm? You seem the bookish type. Perhaps you should leave the maps to the men. What good will a river or road do for a widow’s welp?” 

“Needn’t be cruel,” Calliope rebuffs. 

“Pity if this is the lot they send,” Marcia shakes her head as the sisters share another cryptic look. 

You keep to yourself. That is all you can do. It is better to watch and learn than to leap and land wherever you might. Your mother always said so and she was your best teacher. 

“Right, there must be some maid who might show us to our rooms,” Marigold stands on her toes and waves at each passing servant. “I tire of the sunlight and boorish company.” 

👑

You have two trunks awaiting you in your chambers. Not as the other ladies who had at least a dozen each. Less humble than your lunger are the rooms themselves.

There is an antechamber hung with tapestries showing wildlife and flora, a table set for two and cushioned bench by the window. The bedroom is draped in similar hangings with a four-post bed and a grand hearth. A desk, another bench, a woven carpet, and fine accouterments on square tables. And a closet for the commode as well and a pot in the far corner of the bedchamber. 

If only your mother and father could see this. They would be just as amazed. You can’t help but admire all of it. To touch the curtains as you approach the window and stare off at the afternoon sky. The gardens are a medley of hues; petals and thorns; leaves and dirt. It’s all so wonderful, you can still hardly believe it. 

Seems those other ladies can’t either. You can’t help but think of their words anon. They said so outrightly what you doubted inwardly. You don’t belong here. It must be so clear to them. 

You lean on the ledge and peer down into the garden pathways. It is almost a labyrinth with how intricately they’ve laid out the hedges. You lower yourself down to your elbows and cross your arms as you sigh. 

Your eyes are drawn from the swaying roses to the dark speck that appears below. You squint at first. From the second floor, it is harder to discern. It is the glimmer of gold in his hair and the defined gait that gives away the king. For an instant, you believe you might be dreaming. 

He walks along one path and to the next. There is another with him. A man with darker hair and a stauncher figure. They speak and stop just as they enter a circled walkway centered by a large vase of flowers. The other man talks, though you can hear neither, and the king rubs his chin. 

You should turn away. They might think you an eavesdropper. Oh, too late! You don’t dare move as the king tilts his head. You wouldn’t want to pique his attention. You cannot tell if he has spotted you. Not until he raises a hand and waves. The other man stops and looks to follow the gesture. 

You stand up straight but before you can flee in horror, you recall yourself. It is improper to turn your back to the king. You lift your hand and return the wave. He dips his head and turns to clap his companion’s shoulder, pointing him onward. 

Oh, you hope he is not unhappy. If you pray, perhaps he will not have recognised you. You needn’t an enemy of the king as well. 

[chkinpotpie]

I feel things in a big way and have for as long as I can remember.

One of my earliest memories is seeing the world behind the protection of my mom's long and sturdy legs. She was larger than life and shielded me from the loud world coming at me. She was a fireball. She walked into a room and owned it. She could talk to anyone as if she had known them their whole life. I remember watching from behind her legs -seeing her interact with people and being in awe of her ability to connect with people from all walks of life. She was magnetic. People who got pulled into her field were changed forever. She saw no color, no dollar signs, no religion, no gender, no sexual preference, no judgment. She was pure goodness. I cannot say enough good things about her. She chose me, and I am so lucky she did.

About six months before she passed away, we rented a cabin at Rough River. Just the two of us. A "girl's weekend." We packed a cooler with filets and lobster tails. We brought a couple of bottles of wine, a deck of cards, and our swimsuits. We planned on indulging in all the good stuff—food, alcohol, gambling, and gossiping. On our way to our cabin, we stopped to get a few last-minute supplies at the local gas station in the middle of nowhere, Kentucky. My mom was pumping the gas as I returned with the provisions. A man a few pumps over said, "Elaine?!" That was my mom's name. We both turned, and she said, "Earl?!" running to the man as if he was her long-lost cousin. I stood, stuffing Hot Tamales in my mouth, watching the scene unfold.

My mom knew Earl from our local Bingo hall, where she volunteered once a week for the temple fundraiser. After working all day, she would walk back and forth for four hours at Bingo, selling pull tabs. She knew everyone, and everyone knew her. She didn't just know people, though—she KNEW them. The names of their kids, where they grew up, what TV show they were currently into, what beauty salon they went to, etc. So while I was surprised she knew some random guy named Earl out in the middle of BFE, Kentucky, hours from home and on our first visit to this area, I was not really shocked.

I needed someone so fierce to protect me from the world. It was too loud and scary when I was a child. She gave me the time I needed to understand it all, or at least think I did. She gave me the time I needed to build up my own protection. She certainly continues to provide me strength to this day. I know she is watching over me, and I draw on her strength more and more as we enter these challenging times.

I do not feel as deeply as I used to, but I still feel very deeply. I feel other people's energy, as if their souls are speaking to me in a language that has no words—just vibrations and feelings. Lately, I have felt a heaviness like I have never experienced. So many people are feeling scared, uncertain, angry, and confused. I feel it on my chest, like someone's foot is there, pushing their heel into my rib cage. It's tough to not feel this way when every time you turn on the news or check social media, there is an astonishing development that feels otherworldly. Like, seriously, how did we get here? I suspect we have always been on this path—greed, the quest for power, lust for control. I think we have been here for a long time, but as time goes on, the path is no longer a dirt road. It is a moving sidewalk with LED displays and state-of-the-art sound systems. It is information flooding our brains at ridiculous rates every day. It is accelerating in its growth. It is gaining power and momentum.

Fear is what it eats for dinner. Hate is a piece of warm apple pie for dessert. Division is a cup of espresso in the morning. Lack of compassion is a piece of wood-oven-baked pizza, and lack of empathy is a cold beer on the side. Making sure we do not remember our worth is guacamole, and arguing with random strangers on the internet is the chips and salsa. Forgetting that most of us want the same things is a pickle on the side of a corned beef sandwich.

Do not feed the fear. Our energy, our emotions, our thoughts are what create our world. Our inner voice narrates our life and shapes our reality. Realize you have a choice in who and what you let in. If you let someone or something in and it makes you feel scared and hopeless, and you don't want to feel those emotions, then do not let them in. Your energy is your own. It is precious. You are precious. Remember your worth. Remember a time when you knew how special you were. There was no question. Do things that remind you how incredible you are. Lean into your self-care, into moments that light your soul on fire.

Do not fall into the biggest trap fear has set for us all. Just because we are on the "good" side does not mean we should speak poorly about the "bad" side. We certainly CAN speak poorly about the "bad" side. It is hard not to in these crazy times we are living in. We are charged with emotion, and it needs to be released somewhere. Bad-mouthing the bad, however, only makes the bad grow. It feeds off the negative energy, even if the negative energy is being expressed for good reason. Do not feed the fear.

Instead, I invite you to join me and draw on my Mom's strength. You can hide behind her legs, build up your protective shield and strength until you are ready. Then you can lean into the feeling my mom and I had on our girl's weekend. Not a care in the world, as we sipped our Cabernet and dined on our grilled surf-n-turf. The next day, we floated in the lake for hours, playing "I Never" and talking about everything under the sun. That night, we went to the local church Bingo. Earl had told my mom about it and said he might be there. We pulled up to the quintessential little white country church. There were about 12 cars in the parking lot. We walked in, and the music stopped, and everyone looked up at us. Everyone, being about 25 people, including the caller. We got our cards and started playing, giggling to each other about the wild situations we get ourselves into. The top prize of the night was a $250 jackpot, the last game, and a coverall. Well, we won the damn jackpot. The locals, who had probably been attending this Bingo game for 50 years, were not happy. We quickly got paid and left a trail of dust as we screeched away and headed back to our cabin, counting our cash and dancing and just loving each other.

#Love is always the answer

#itsgoingtobeokay

#createyourreality

[autumnmobile12]

My Hero Academia: AFO's Other Allies

Maybe it's just because I watched the first installment of Arcane S2, but something I think would have been a really cool plotline in My Hero is if other allies of AFO had been introduced. Not the Doctor or Gigantomachia who were clearly his loyal followers. I mean other villain overlords who were part of his inner circle. An inner circle that collapsed in his absence.

All Might kills AFO, the classic power vacuum opens up, the remaining villain overlords fight amongst each other for dominance in the new order and their individual greed and pride destroys what’s left of AFO’s influence.

I've already made another post expressing my skepticism that AFO rose to power and other villains just took that laying down. Somebody had to have looked at the crown and wanted it badly enough to take him on, crazy as it might have been. But every villain overlord has his/her/their generals, lieutenants, constituents, whatever you want to call them. Overhaul had his loyal Eight Bullets, after all, and Dark Might had the entire Gollini family.

Arcane: Silco had the Chem-Barons. Not exactly loyal followers, but they feared him too much to know they couldn't overpower him.

Harry Potter: Voldemort's Death Eaters. He was pretty pissed none of them tried to find him after his 'death.'

Castlevania: Dracula's Generals. Again, not a completely loyal group and were in the stages of forming a coup, but there was still that level of fear that kept them in line.

D. Gray Man: The Millennium Earl's Noah Clan. Definitely loyal followers as they do regard each other as family.

Fullmetal Alchemist: Father and the Seven Homunculi. Another makeshift family of a kind.

In all honestly, I guess there is a canon explanation for the lack of AFO's allies: He does say All Might took out several of his 'friends,' so I guess that could have been part of the strategy. Incapacitate the Demon Lord by cutting off his limbs first, then going for the head so to speak.

But think about how interesting it would have been for Shigaraki to have to go about winning the support of AFO's old allies instead of the MLA plotline. Or if Re-Destro had been a former ally of AFO who was no more impressed by the skinny, gamer nobody and his ragtag coterie than Gigantomachia was. Or if another one of AFO’s former followers was trying to win over the Doctor’s support and Garaki wanted them both to prove their worth. Maybe the old allies have gotten used to the new order, accepted the golden age of villainy has passed in spite of All Might’s retirement, and they just aren’t willing to gamble what little they managed to keep after AFO’s fall.

It's a very The Old vs The New theme if we're pitting AFO's former followers against the League of Villains, but I think it would have still fit the tone in mirroring the hero students working to surpass their own predecessors. It would have presented Shigaraki with a shrewd choice to make: Do I bother winning over the has-beens in hopes they have invaluable experience to offer or do I eliminate them and risk making mistakes they could have counseled me about?

[fauxfickle]

A little Rolfe and Earl head canon because I'm in a writing mood.

Rolfe was a local star once for a very short period of time. During the late 50s - early 60s, he had a small but relatively successful comedy show going. Or at least that was until the ratings dropped and his show was canned. Rolfe was never really able to recapture that success he had on TV, but he did have an eye for talent. A very bitter Rolfe now worked as a talent scout for TV and record labels, watching the people he found go on to become big stars.

In the summer of 1979, he got lost and his car broke down in the middle of nowhere, somewhere on the top of a mountain in Tennessee. Stuck for the next few days, Rolfe decided to go down to the county fair to kill some time. He watches, bored, as the different bands perform. Until a band of boys with clearly homemade looking instruments walk on stage. They call themselves the Hard Luck Bears. Upon striking the first chord, Rolfe knew he might have the next big set of stars right in front of him.

After they walk off stage, he runs to the guitarist, Billy Wilbur, going through the whole spiel he's done a million times before, however there's something different about the bear. There's not a hint of greed or self indulgence in those eyes. Curiosity and desire for something more, yes, but not for fame or wealth. Instead of giving him a business card, he writes down the motel room he'd be staying at, saying he could come talk it over, that they could help each other out of their ruts. Will Billy Wilbur take up the offer? Will Rolfe leave his old job and create his own band? Did Rolfe remember to give Earl the keys to the motel room so he isn't locked out and doesn't have to climb up the laundry shoot to unlock the door? Only time will tell...

[m-jelly]

The Crow's Song - Chapter 1

Prince Levi x Witch Reader

Royal Romance with magic.

Plot: Prince Levi works and trains too much, which concerns his parents. After trying everything to get him to rest and enjoy life they reach out to you as their last resort. Many in the palace thought you'd have a hard time working with the prince, like many before you, but instead, the Prince is very taken with you. Levi learns to relax and you learn to trust and together you learn to love. Things are never easy. While the two of you learn many things together and unlock love and powers in Levi, many things are working against you. Greed can appear in many ways, from power to attention. Both you and Levi have to face demons together, the rich and powerful want to stop you, a greedy ex wants to stop you and bitter rich ladies. When a witch hunt is started, Levi must do what he can to save the woman he loves before it's too late.

In this chapter: The king and queen show their concern for their son. You confront and ex and move on with life. You accept your job and meet the handsome prince.

Ao3

Part 2

Levi was uncomfortable.

He was sat in a meeting room on a sofa with his parents staring at him. The gentle scent of warm tea and cakes drifted through the room, but it brought no peace to him. No matter how much they tried to make it a comfortable meeting, it was never going to be. This meeting was all about how Levi was living his life.

It’s not like his parents, the King and Queen, were disappointed, they were just concerned about his well-being. All Levi ever did was work and train, he had no time for personal things or to relax. Levi had friends and social things to do, it’s just he chose to work hard because he wanted to create a life for his parents where they had nothing to worry about. He wanted to be strong and fix his country’s issues so his father could pass the crown on and have zero worries.

The problem with Levi’s thinking was he was working every second of every day, he was barely sleeping, barely eating and had no time for his friends and family. The life Levi was leading was going to be a very lonely one. Levi had tried to have a relationship, when he was a bit younger and just became an adult he romanced a noble lady, but it ended because she was not his priority. Levi wasn’t deeply hurt by the breakup because he wasn’t fully invested, but he did have his firsts with her so there was a slight pain and sadness to it.

“Levi.” Kuchel’s voice was so soft and gentle. “We’re not having this meeting to tell you off.”

“Far from it.” His stoic lovesick father interjected. King Sebastian was a devilishly handsome man with well-tamed stubble, shoulder-length black hair and the most charming smile but his eyes were slightly cold no matter how happy he was and Levi had inherited them. Sebastian had a very big heart. “This is a meeting to talk about how concerned we are about you.”

The two of them held hands and gave Levi a sad gaze. Even though the room was full of light and reflected so beautifully on the polished wood floors generating a warm look, the room seemed heavy and dark. A nice cool breeze drifted into the room from the two open double balcony doors, it provided some relief to the moment.

Levi was agitated and annoyed; normally at this time, he was practising his magic abilities to ensure he was a deadly knight. The problem was he struggled to say no to his parents, so no matter how much he wanted to escape the room and practice his magic and sword skills, he remained in the room with his overly concerned parents who loved him more than words could describe. Due to Levi’s deep love for both, he let them keep him in this meeting.

A light tink from Levi lifting his teacup from its saucer cut the silence in the room. “You’re both always so concerned about me.” The light flavour of Earl Grey spread in Levi’s mouth, he adored this tea. “What is it this time? I’m sure I can fix it.”

Kuchel leaned forward in her delicate flowing dress. “Levi, you work too much. You barely eat or sleep. You are exhausting yourself.” Tears filled her eyes. “You’re always working so hard and never have time to spend with us or your friends.”

Sebastian wiped his wife’s tears away. “Son, we love you so much.” He turned to him and smiled. “We understand you are working hard for us and our country, but you have to slow down. We’re a blessed family. We live longer than most humans because of our magical abilities and a powerful God has blessed us.” He rubbed Kuchel’s back. “Your mother was accepted with warm arms by our God and now she lives for a long time like us.” He released a long sigh. “Levi, if you keep doing what you’re doing you will be working for a very long time because you have an incredibly long life. Yes, you’ll have policies to your name, but what about other things? Friends are important.”

“Levi Ackerman.” Kuchel slapped her hand on the table. “Have you ever had a girlfriend? Or had sex?”

Levi slammed his cup down, he was not expecting his mother to ask that. “Ma.”

“Don’t you Ma me! I know that being with someone makes you happy or being with someone is the only way to be happy, but damn it Levi I want to be a grandma!”

He placed his head in his hands and huffed. “I have had a girlfriend before, yes we had sex and no we're not together anymore because she left me.”

“When…” She paused a moment as her frustration went and she was slowly comprehending her son’s words. “When were you in a relationship?”

He lifted his tired head from his hands and pushed back his soft raven hair. “A few years back when I came of age. We were both adults, it was a silly simple relationship with light feelings. She took all my firsts and I hers. It lasted just over a year, but she didn’t like that I was always working.” He rubbed his jaw. “I know, I know, I’m just proving your point.”

“You know what we’re concerned about, you can see it for yourself.”

Sebastian kissed his wife’s cheek. “Dove, give him a moment.”

She gazed at him with pure adoration. “Sorry, my bear, I just worry.”

“I know you do.” He nuzzled his nose against hers. “My beautiful dove.” He kissed the end of her nose before turning to his son. “You’re young. You can take your time and enjoy yourself. Please, spend more time with your friends, go on trips and go on dates. Just, be happy.”

Levi understood where his parents were coming from, he did need to relax a lot more but his goal was to ensure his parents and people were safe. For everyone to be safe, he had to make sure he worked hard so he was strong and smart. “I’m doing all this for you.”

Kuchel covered her mouth with her hand as she felt so touched. “That’s so sweet of you, but we never asked you to do this. You work too much and too hard.”

Sebastian smiled. “What your mother is trying to say is we love you deeply, we’re so damn proud of you and you’re an incredible example to Princes.”

Levi’s brow raised. “But?”

“But you are pushing yourself too hard. We might be stronger than your average human, but we can still get sick. You’re on your way to being very sick and you might cause irreversible damage.” He opened his hand to show red and black smoky magic dancing above his palm. “Our magical abilities rely on us being centred and healthy. The more you neglect yourself the more you will suffer at the hands of your own magic.” He clenched his fist and sighed. “We are trying to stop you before you get sick.”

Levi rose to his feet. “Thank you, both of you for caring so much about me.” He moved over to them and kissed both on their cheeks. “I’m touched that you care so deeply. I will try my best to behave.”

After exchanging some concerned and unconvinced looks, the couple hugged their son and let him go. The royal couple remained in the meeting room while the Prince went right back to the endless duties he set for himself. While the Prince practised with his magic and sword, he had a moment that concerned those watching. He came to a stop as a dizzy spell hit him and blood dribbled down from his nose.

Whispers started and soon the event that Levi quickly covered up soon made it to the head butler. Charles rushed through the halls and into the meeting room. He bowed to both. “Your majesties, I come with a report about the Prince.”

Kuchel clasped the hand of her husband. “What’s happened, Charles?”

“The Prince went right to training and I am sorry to say he has bled from his nose.”

She dropped her head into her hands. “Oh, Levi.”

Sebastian rubbed her back. “What are we to do with him…”

An idea struck Kuchel, she was shocked that she had never thought about it before. For a long time, she’d been trying to set Levi up with beautiful women but none of it worked and he rejected them. She came from a magical background and knew that often influential people would have a magical assistant. “I’ve got it!” It was the perfect plan and she knew just where to go and who to see. “We need to get him a magical assistant. He will work with them, but they’ll secretly be working for us! They’ll help us get him to rest, take care of himself and they’ll report to us.”

Sebastian hummed. “I want to be honest with our son. We’ll tell him the magical assistant is there to help him relax more.”

“Okay, we’ll do that!” She grinned. “Thank you for supporting me.”

“Anytime.” He frowned a little. “Where to go and who to see though.”

“Well, I know where we can meet them, but I don’t know who the best is at the moment.”

Charles bowed. “I will gather the information for you.”

“Thank you, Charles.” She stood up and made her way over to the butler. “I know of a few places you can go to find good magical users.” She read out a few as Charles noted them on his little notebook. “They have to be someone who will grab our son’s attention. They have to be powerful, strong, smart and funny. You know the Prince well, you helped us raise him.” She leaned closer and whispered. ��Pick a witch. Make sure she’s curvy with a good bust on her.”

Charles chuckled. “Yes, Your Majesty.” He bowed before leaving the room and checking his list. “Hmm, I’m sure I can find someone that meets these requirements.”

“Requirements?” Levi’s tired voice echoed down the hall. “What’s going on, Charles?”

He smiled at the Prince. “Your parents are looking to hire someone, that’s all.”

Levi dabbed under his nose. “Really? I thought we were fully staffed.” He pondered for a moment. “I’m curious.”

“Really?”

Levi nodded. “I would like to meet them, whoever they may be, even if it is a small role.”

Charles smiled fondly at the prince. “Well, you do like meeting all the staff. I will notify you when they are hired.”

“Thank you.” He winced a bit. “I’m going to rest. I think I’ve pushed myself too much today.”

“Rest well, Your Highness.”

The deadpan look you gave could not be played off or excused, it was clear to everyone that you didn’t want to be in the hall in front of the King and his slimy advisor. You were a strong witch and people admired that, but it wasn’t the only reason people took notice. The way you dressed was in a very confident manner. You wore mostly black, but your dresses were always low cut to show off your large cleavage and sometimes your dresses would flash your legs.

The King wasn’t the one that really wanted you there. King Rowen was known to be a bit of a gullible idiot who wanted only money, booze and women. People mocked him for being weak and a puppet because the real leader of the country was his warlock advisor. Since the moment his advisor slithered his way into the palace, he had King Rowen under his thumb.

Vance Noir, the warlock who put a bitter taste in your mouth. The two of you had a history and he was not going to let you forget it. Before he lost himself to his powers, he was a wonderful man who wanted so badly to be strong so he could help, but something corrupted him. He was tall and lean, which was incredibly attractive to most. His nose was slender, his lips slightly plump and his eyes incredibly intense that drew you in and you’d become lost in the purple colour. His was very pale but seemed to be a bit off in colour, you could never put your finger on it. The black soft wavey hair, which was parted in the middle, always seemed to frame his beautiful face. His voice was a silken smooth deep one that would lull you into a hypnotised state.

As you stood listening to the King, you could feel Vance’s gaze on you and you had eyed him too. He was in all black with dark gold and black armour clasped on parts of his body and a deep purple cloak with a collar and a broach to keep it in place. He had a firm grip on the top of the throne to assert his dominance. When you took in a deep breath, which caused your breasts to almost spill out of your dress, Vance gripped the seat harder.

It was a few years ago that you and Vance met. At first, you were friends with each other but you did become romantic and physical. The relationship was passionate and full of fire, but that fire burned too bright too fast. After a few months of deep feelings, Vance developed a deadly ego and became a bit of an egotistic dick. So, when it got too much and it was all about showing off and being stronger than others and not about helping, you kicked his ass out of your life. The problem was, no matter how much you tried to get away from him, he always seemed to pop back into your life.

You yawned a moment before huffing. “Look, Your Majesty, I appreciate the job offer but I’m not interested. I like being a free witch doing odd jobs. I mean…” You spoke in a mocking tone. “You have the great and powerful Vance Noir.” You smirked and held back a laugh. “What more could you want?” It seemed that no one picked up on your rude and sarcastic tone, which was good for you. “I’ll be on my way.” You bowed deeply. “Goodbye, Your Majesty.”

The moment he waved you off you raced out of there like your ass was on fire. You skipped down the hall feeling a lot better. As you moved down the long hall thinking about a meat-filled bun at the local baker you liked a cloud of dark purple smoke formed at your side. Vance strolled out of the smoke, his long legs allowing him to catch up with you easily. Although he looked a little fragile he was incredibly strong and was the object of many women’s affections.

Vance looked desperate and irritated, but he managed to hide it well behind a charming smile. “My sweet doll, can we talk?”

You flicked your gaze over to him before holding your head high and looking away. “What’s there to talk about? I said no to the King and that’s that.”

He stepped right in your path causing you to come to a sudden stop and almost slam into his chest. His gloved hands gripped your upper arms. “Think this through.”

You looked up at him and couldn’t believe that you used to look at this man with deep love. “Vance, I said no because this wasn’t the King’s idea, it was yours. There is no value to me taking the offer.”

He rubbed his thumbs on your skin as if he was trying to arouse you. “I’m the value.”

Your face dropped and you gave him a deadpan look. “Gods you’re such an egotistical dick.” You took his hands off you. “I’m not interested in your offer, Vance. Now, let me leave.”

He said your name sternly but had a smile on his face. “Please, reconsider.”

You smiled at him as you shimmered and turned into little sparkles of light and passed through him. Your sparkles danced until you came together outside on the grand stairs making the guards jump. “Sorry gents, didn’t mean to scare you.” You wiggled your dress up a bit. “Mm, time for a meat bun.”

The double doors behind you slammed open. Vance’s hair was a little messy, his eyes a more toxic purple and his teeth a little sharp as he gritted them. He almost shouted your name. “I wasn’t done talking to you.”

You smirked at him. “I was done though. There’s nothing more to say, Vance. I’m not staying here.”

A guard sniggered a bit before talking under his breath, but it wasn’t quiet. “Women can reject the warlock.”

Vance flew towards you, his cloak flowing around you with his magic. He lowered his voice. “Stop this childish behaviour. You know you and I belong together. Come back to me.” He reached up and lightly held your neck as he said your name. “Please. We need each other.”

You laughed and stepped back. “You need me. I don’t need you.” You turned and jumped off the steps and floated down to the floor. “Vance, you need to accept we’re over. There are a lot of other women out there you can be with romantically. The time we had together was lovely, but I’m done.” You blew him a kiss. “See you around.”

As soon as you left the palace grounds Vance no longer followed you. The man loved money and power too much, so the idea of leaving the grounds repulsed him. So, you were happy and safe now from your frustrating ex. You turned into your sparkles of light and moved over the land until you reached the bakery. You became your normal self and bought a freshly made meat bun.

After getting your food you made your way to your magical carriage. You climbed inside and ate your delicious meal in the comfort of your large home. You relaxed for a while before using your magic to set your carriage on its course to the next country, one that you knew was ruled by rather nice people, was a good size, by the ocean, by the mountains and was just so perfect.

A loud knock on your door woke you up from your deep sleep indicating you had arrived in the new country. You sat up, fixed your dress and hair before shoving the wooden serving door open. You rubbed your eyes as the sun shined brightly in the sky. “Mm.” You winced a bit before looking down to see a sharply dressed man. “By the looks of you, you are a butler.”

Charles smiled at you. “Indeed I am.” He gripped a piece of paper in his hands, as it crumpled a bit you could see it was an advert for your services that the good people of this country handed out when you arrived. “I heard a lot about you from the people. You’re very popular here.”

“It’s probably because of my infectious smile.”

He chuckled. “Possibly, you are a very beautiful lady.”

You hummed a laugh. “Buttering me up, huh? What might I call you.”

“Charles.” He bowed to you. “Wonderful to meet you, my lady.”

“You too.”

“May we talk? I have something rather important to discuss with you.”

You eyed him a moment and noticed the pin he had was the coat of arms for the Ackerman royal family. “How about you come in here and chat? I can imagine it’s something you want to talk about in private, hmm?”

Charles smiled softly. “If that is okay?”

You opened a door. “Come on in. I’ll pop the kettle on.”

He climbed inside with a soft frown, he wasn’t sure if there was enough room. As soon as he got inside the door closed behind him and the tiny carriage was huge inside. He admired the room full of blankets and cushions. Everywhere there was a place to sit was full of comfort. Plants hung from the roof and others were resting on tables and sides.

You walked over from your old kitchen area and handed him a cup. “Make yourself comfortable.”

“This…this is interesting…it’s so small on the outside.”

You hummed a laugh. “Magic is fun.”

“Thank you for the tea.” He took a sip and hummed in delight. “This is divine.”

You sat down and grinned. “I make my own tea.”

He eyed you and almost choked on his tea because of how you looked, you were an incredibly beautiful woman. “I ah.”

You reached over and wiped his face with a hankie. “Too hot?”

“You could say that.” He was talking about you. He flinched a moment when he realised why he was there. “I have a letter for you.” He placed his cup down and pushed his hand into his inside breast pocket. “King Sebastian and Queen Kuchel are in desperate need of help.”

Your shoulders slumped at hearing those words because you couldn’t help but feel like this was another royal who wanted your power. “Right…we’ll I won’t fight in any battles or wars.”

Charles gasped as his eyes widened. “Bat…oh! No, no! This is different. Please, read the letter.”

You took it from him and read it slowly. “Oh…oh you’re right…” You lowered the paper. “How old is the prince that you all need to do this?”

“He is in his mid-twenties.”

You stared down at the letter. “Hmm…I…I…wow…the poor man needs to have some fun.”

“So?” Charles shuffled closer. “Will you aid us?”

You tilted your head. “So, all I have to do is just look after the prince?”

“Yes, and you get paid a lot of gold for it.”

You released a long sigh. “Okay. I’ll do it.”

He released a long sigh. “Thank the Gods.”

Two beautiful royals stood before you with pleading looks in their eyes. Your heart went out to the two of them. They loved their son so much that they wanted him to get better and have some light in his life. They had tried everything to get him to relax and have fun, but he was so focused on being the best Prince and future King that he neglected himself.

Prince Levi was a strong and smart man. He gave everything he could to those around him to prevent the loss of life. Every second of every day he worked hard. No matter what was said to him he continued to push himself beyond what a human should be doing.

As a strong witch, you could enchant people and heal as well. It made sense to you that they would request help from someone with your talents. You were a little embarrassed when you met them because your attire was a little on the revealing side. The dress you wore was a low cut to show off your chest that was held up by a corset. A slit went up the side of your leg as a nice peek-a-boo.

You smiled brightly at the beautiful couple. “So…Charles told me all about this…job.” You cleared your throat. “I am rather happy to help out. Do you need me to prove my magical abilities?” You turned into light sparkles and appeared above them and floated around. “Oh! I could grow some plants…” You hummed in thought. “Maybe I could create something!”

Kuchel giggled. “You don’t need to.” She offered her hand to you. “You’ve just shown your abilities without realising.”

You floated down. “Sorry, I tend to fly when I get excited.” You smiled brightly. “I would love to help your son out.”

Sebastian shook your hand. “Wonderful news!”

Kuchel eyed you, you were a stunning woman and the power flowing off you was incredible, but she could see a dark mark on you and it concerned her. Something bad had noticed you and she wasn’t sure if she could let her son near that. “Mm, perhaps you two should meet first? Levi has to like you.”

“Darling dove?” He moved her to the side. “What are you saying? She’s perfect. I think she could bring out Levi’s hidden ability.”

“Sweet bear.” She held his hands and whispered. “Something dark has touched her. It’s not strong, but I’m concerned.”

You leaned closer. “It’s probably my ex.” You smiled when both jumped. “Sorry, I’m a quiet thing. I used to be romantically involved with a warlock but he turned out to be a dick. I saw him yesterday but it was for business reasons. I rejected his offer. He grabbed my upper arms, so you’re probably sensing that.” You smiled. “I promise he’s no longer involved with me and I am a good clean witch.”

Sebastian smiled. “Let’s give her a chance.”

“If I suck, I will give you back all of the gold you pay me.” You landed and bowed to them both. “I can give you daily reports.” You stood back up and smiled again. “Maybe you could put me on a month trial period?”

Kuchel sighed. “We won’t put you on a trial period. I trust this will go well. Just know that if I think you are dangerous, we will force you to leave.”

“Of course.”

“I’ll take you to him.” She softly smiled at you. “Come with me.” She moved out of the room with you. “You really are a beautiful thing.”

“Oh, why thank you.” You fiddled with your dress. “Not as beautiful as you though.”

“You’re too kind.”

Queen Kuchel led you down a grand hall as she told you all about her son. At first, you thought the Prince was someone young and this was a nanny thing. However, that was very wrong. When the Queen opened the study door you saw a handsome man in his mid to late 20s. He was so beautiful to you.

Kuchel released a long sigh. "Levi? Son? You know how your father and I have been very worried about you."

Levi ruffled his hair as he scribbled away. "I told you, I am fine. You have nothing to worry about." A gasp escaped him when his papers began to float up away from him. "Tch, shit, come back!" He jumped up to grab it. "Damn it!"

You hummed a little laugh causing Levi to glare at you. You gave him a playful wink and saw him slowly take you in. The glare he gave you slowly turned into a strong blush, his pupils dilated and a shiver ran right through him. He stopped jumping and just stood there and stared at you with a longing look in his eyes. Your aura, presence and looks instantly tamed the Prince. This had never happened to you before, so you were very interested in the Prince. Perhaps he was your soulmate.

You returned his papers to his desk and introduced yourself. You moved over to him and offered your hand. "Pleasure to meet you. I'm your witch. My job is to make sure you keep on top of your health and to also have a bit of fun."

Levi took your hand and kissed the back of your fingers with his soft warm lips. "The pleasure is all mine. When do you start?"

"Right away!" You glanced over at Kuchel. "Right, Your Majesty?"

Kuchel smiled brightly, which just lit up the room. "Yes! I'll leave you both alone."

You floated up and sat on Levi's desk. You made sure that your ass was right on his work. "So, what do you want to do? Do you want to read a book? Go on a walk? Take a long relaxing bath?" You leaned forward and pressed your breasts together. "How about a massage?"

Levi shivered. "I...I...I...uh..." For once in his life, Levi couldn't function or process any thoughts. You had truly captured him in a spell without the use of magic. "Boobs."

You blinked a few times before you started laughing at Levi's face going pink. "They are very nice, huh?" You reached towards him and grabbed his tie. With a gentle tug, you pulled Levi towards you. "Why are you so far away, hmm? It's okay to get close." You played with his tie a little. "You're so handsome."

"I...uh...um...th-thank you."

You took his hands and started massaging them. "So much tension in your hands." You pressed his hand on your chest above your breasts. "I need to work a lot on your body."

Levi whimpered a little as he became overwhelmed by your beauty and your warmth. "You...you do?"

You ran your hands up his chest as you read his aura. You cupped his face in your hands and hummed. "Yes, yes, you are rather unwell. I need to work hard on fixing your aura, mana and your body." You floated off the table and grabbed his hand. "Come."

Not a single thought went through his mind as you pulled him down the hallway. His eyes locked onto your ass as it moved with each step. He felt like he was drooling at the sight of you. Something was between the two of you, he could just sense it. There was this magnetic pull and he wanted to keep you close to him, always.

With your powerful magic, you filled his large pool bath with water and special fragrances that would help him out the best. Once completed you ushered him towards the water. After turning your back, Levi removed his clothes and walked down into the water. It didn't take Levi very long to relax. He was almost out like a light.

Levi released a long moan as his body relaxed. "This...this is incredible."

You pulled your dress up and sat on the edge of the bath with your legs in the water. "My special healing magic."

Levi turned his head and gazed at your thighs. "Uh...umm." His eyes trailed up your legs to see your dress just about covered your underwear. He gulped hard before looking up at you. "Th-thank you."

You reached over and began massaging his shoulders. "Let me heal you. I have an incredible touch."

He shivered and moaned as your hands moved against his skin. "Mm."

You leaned closer. "I want to get to know every inch of your body, your highness." You pushed your fingers up into his hair and massaged his scalp. "What you crave, desire and need. I want to give you everything."

“I-I don’t n-need much.”

You pushed your hands down onto his pecs. “Do I make you nervous?”

Levi pulled your hands from him. “This is just a lot, that’s all.”

You got up and stretched. “Shall I leave you for now then? It is rather late and you should get some rest.”

“Rest? But I have work to do.”

You crouched down next to him and leaned closer to him so he got a face full of your breasts. “If you don’t go to bed right after this bath, I will lock you up in your bedroom and treat you like a silly little bratty princess. Is that what you want?”

He gulped hard. “N-No.”

“Plus, if you do as I say I’ll give you a reward.”

His brow raised. “Reward?”

“Yep.” You jumped to your feet. “Exciting, right?”

“Mm. I’ll go to bed.”

You hummed a laugh. “Good boy!”

Levi watched you leave and felt a lot of joy go with you. He released a long sigh and ruffled his wet hair. He thought about going back to work, but a part of him really wanted to see what his reward would be. “Aaaaah…fuck me.”

[scotianostra]

February 13th 1462 saw the Treaty of Westminster-Ardtornish between the Lord of the Isles and Edward IV, the King of England.

This was an agreement proposed that if Scotland was conquered by England, the lands beyond the Scottish sea - beyond the Firth of Forth - would be divided between the Lord of the Isles and the Earl of Douglas to be held from the crown of England, and the Earl of Douglas would hold Scotland south of the Firth.

His kinsman Donald Balloch of Dunnyvaig and the Glens and the forfeited Earl of Douglas were to get the rest of the country between them. Their greed seems to have only been exceeded by their naivety and stupidity!

The treaty is a remarkably vague document considering the risks John was prepared to take, saying nothing about the nature, scale and timing of English support. For King Edward however, it was a brilliant diplomatic coup. He achieved maximum results at minimum expense, laying out only as much bait as necessary to create a political disturbance in Scotland. When it suited them, the treaty was revealed to the Scottish government by the English themselves, with the immediate result that John of Islay lost the Earldom of Ross, and the eventual result that in 1493, the Lordship of the Isle s was forfeited as well.

The pic shows the remains of Ardtornish Castle where the treaty was agreed.

[leleamo]

Hello people!! Welcome to another post about the rewrite of Helluva Boss!!

Or rather... *Looks at papers*

The lonely imp, that was the name you guys choseIs

today! Let's talk about the hierarchy of hell!! Let's Go!!

Okay, I spent perhaps too long on Wikipedia researching this... But anyway! we have the seven rings, and we also have the Goetia, I did it like this, in each ring there is one of the seven deadly sins, and each ring has a quantity of Goetia, let me show you!

First ring, contains eight kings, in the second, twenty three dukes, in the third, seven princes, fourth, fifteen marquises, fifth, five Earls, sixth, a knight and seventh, twelve presidents

Cool huh?

Anyway, let me show you the hierarchy, ignore me not writing the entire name of L, I just don't like writing that name, anyway let's go!

L

Six deadly sins/greed, lust, envy, gluttony, wrath, sloth

Kings

Dukes

Princes

Marquises

Earls, Knight, Presidents

Beings from hell, you know, the urban legends, like imps, demons/ And also non-animals

Sin

"Ah, Letícia, aren't you going to explain each one?" But of course! on another day, with a post and drawing of each one! Did you like it? And then I'll explain everything! Anyway, that's all, see you on Monday!

[the-uncharted-cookbook]

Avery's Grand Punch

Barbadan rum, red wine, lime juice, and Earl Grey syrup

I had thought Nathan Drake was out of the game for good, but I should have known better.

I had just been getting back into the swing of things after my recovery when Nate stopped by the bar for the first time in years with yet another impossible story. I had a death-defying tale of my own for him, but it didn't exactly involve finding another legendary city lost to history. This time, Nathan Drake had uncovered Libertalia, a pirate utopia nestled off the coast of Madagascar, a place that people have been searching for since Captain Charles Johnson published A General History of the Pyrates in 1724. He pulled a gold coin from his pocket and told me a tale of pirates and puzzles, the return of lost family and old rivals, and of the fine line between passion and obsession.

Libertalia was founded by Henry Avery, Thomas Tew, and ten other pirate captains as a way to achieve true freedom for themselves and their crews, far away from the governments that would have them hanged for piracy. Their resources and spoils were pooled together and an idyllic colony was built. But greed led the founders to betray their community and hoard all of the wealth for themselves. Libertalia was broken. As the founders began to turn on each other, Avery and Tew hatched a plan to end the conflict permanently. They brought all of the founders of Libertalia together under the guise of peace talks, knowing that only they would walk out alive. With one final toast, ten of history's greatest pirates unknowingly drank their demise and perished in an instant, all at the same table.

Avery's Grand Punch is a red wine rum punch inspired by the romanticism of piracy and the promises of Libertalia. Pirates would typically drink whatever they could get their hands on but wine and rum were some of the most prevalent drinks in the Caribbean, where most of Libertalia's pirate captains roamed before turning their sails to Madagascar. Historically, much like today, rum was often cut with lime juice, sugar, and spices to improve the taste. Red wine was chosen to round out this punch as a representation of the opulence of Libertalia's founders. Avery's Grand Punch is a potent drink fit for a pirate captain, just be sure to drink it in good company.

AVERY'S GRAND PUNCH

Ingredients: 1.5 oz moderately aged Barbadan rum (Plantation Barbados 5) 0.5 oz light-bodied red wine 0.5 oz lime juice 0.25 oz Earl Grey syrup Combine all ingredients in a cocktail shaker with pebble ice or crushed ice. Shake and strain into a wine glass. Garnish with an orange peel to help prevent scurvy.

Avery's Grand Punch calls for a moderately aged Barbadan rum. These rums are typically aged between 4-10 years and often have a golden hue. I used Plantation Barbados 5 for this recipe, but Real McCoy 5 Year, Mount Gay Eclipse, or other moderately aged Barbadan rums are all effective substitutes. I chose a light-bodied red wine because because their higher acidity plays well with the lime juice and their lower tannins and alcohol content help compliment the rum rather than overpower it.

Depending on your personal taste, you may wish to increase or decrease the amount of lime juice and Earl Grey syrup to adjust the sour and sweet flavors.

The recipe for Earl Grey syrup can be found here.

[erictmason]

September (A Tribute To Topkraft) Week Two: “And Death Be Thy Destination”

"What havoc I will raise! Turn brother against brother! Greed and avarice shall prevail, and those who do not hear my words will pay the price. I'll teach Man to use his machines. I'll show him what distorted science can give birth to. I'll teach him to fly like a fairy...and I will give the ultimate answer to all his science can ask."

I had always planned for Ommadon to be part of my TopKraft Tribute, as "Flight of Dragons" is a really good movie and he's probably the most interesting part of it, but it became especially poignant to do so now given the sad news of James Earl Jones' passing; Darth Vader is undeniably Jones' most iconic Villain Role, but I've always appreciated the bigger meatier set-pieces Ommadon really let him chew on, so it felt like a fitting tribute to his memory.

[twittercomfrnklin2001-blog]

Armored Car Robbery

Richard Fleischer’s ARMORED CAR ROBBERY (1950, TCM) could be a textbook example of how a low-budget film can inspire an auteur. Working with his screenwriter of choice, Earl Felton, he turns the simple account of a heist gone wrong into a morality tale. With its high-contrast lighting, lack of non-diegetic music (except for the opening titles) and presence of Charles McGraw in the lead, it even points to the best of Fleischer’s low-budget noirs, THE NARROW MARGIN (1952).

Criminal mastermind William Talman gets secret girlfriend Adele Jergens’ husband (Douglas Fowley) to put together a team to rob an armored car on its last stop. He’s timed things meticulously to be done before the police can show up but doesn’t count on detective Charles McGraw’s being in the area already. In the shootout, he kills McGraw’s partner, while McGraw fatally wounds Fowley. Talman and company then take off, with him eventually ditching his team to run off with the money and Jergens alone. But McGraw has marshalled the entire police department to bring him in.

Fleischer introduces both Talman and McGraw with low-angle shots, thus linking them. Each is shown pursuing his job in meticulous detail (less so in Talman’s case, as the Production Code forbade details that could teach people how to commit crimes). At times the film seems like a police procedural and generates the same pleasure you can get from the various experts who point McGraw in the right direction. Both men have less than cordial relations with their co-workers. Talman treats his fellow criminals like servants. When McGraw is sent a rookie (Don McGuire) to replace his dead partner, he treats him like an interloper. But there’s a difference in how those relationships do and don’t develop. Talman has no problem leaving his partners behind when they’re in danger of being caught. When McGuire is injured, however, McGraw gets to display a more tender side, He may be cranky (and with McGraw’s deep, raspy voice, asking about the weather can sound like he’s picking an argument), but he also cares.

This is all played quickly and in broad strokes. At 67 minutes, the film is too short to allow for a lot of nuance from the major players. It’s more important to whip through the plot. But the cast is expert enough to play it all right on the nose. There are no forced line readings or extraneous bits of business. They belt out Felton’s punchy dialog (Fowley describes Jergens’ greed with “She comes high, but she’s worth it.”) and get on with it. But Fleischer also inserts interesting reactions from the voiceless extras. A theatrical agent who helps McGuire track down burlesque queen Jergens glares at him for interfering with his meal ticket. The cashier at the burlesque house gives McGuire the stink eye just for going into the place. And the middle-aged nurse attending McGuire after he’s shot leaves the room as if he had just tried to put the moves on her (I’d have stayed; he’s damned cute). The amount of detail and intelligence Fleischer gets into this low-budget film is a surprise, especially if you’ve suffered through later efforts like TORA! TORA! TORA! (1970), SEE NO EVIL (1971) or, God help us, AMITYVILLE 3-D (1983).

[reumioa]

Happy birthday to the most perfectest man 🥰😘🫶🏻

New SSR card “Embracing His Greed” released! Please welcome 👑 Barbatos,The Earl and Duke of Hell 👑

[wondyvillains]

Wow, check out this AMAZING piece by artist Rich Bernatovech! What a great showcase of Wonder Woman's rogues gallery!

Here's a list of villains that I've managed to find among the over 100 villains:

• Adjudicator • Aegeus • Alkyone • Anann • Andres Cadulo • Angle Man • Anglette • Apollo • Ares • Armageddon • Astarte • Atomia • Badra • Baroness Von Gunther • Barremargox • Baundo • Bellona • Blue Snowman • Cassandra • Cassie Arnold • Cat Eye • Cheetah (Barbara Ann Minerva) • Cheetah (Debbi Domaine) • Cheetah (Priscilla Rich) • Circe • Crimson Centipede • Cronus • Cyborgirl • Dark Angel • Decay • Deimos • Devastation • Disdain • Doctor Cyber • Doctor Poison • Doctor Psycho • Drax • Dreadnought • Duke of Deception • Earl of Greed • Echidna • Egg Fu • Eris • Euryale • Eviless • Fausta Grables • Fireworks Man • First Born • Genocide • Giganta • Glop • God With No Name • Grail • Gundra • Hades • Harrier • Hecate • Hera • Hercules • Hypnota • Inventa • Janus • Julianna Sazia • Karnell • Liar Liar • Lord Conquest • Mask • Mayfly • Medusa • Minister Blizzard • Mob God • Mouse Man • Nemesis • Oblivion • Osira • Paper-Man • Phobos • Queen Clea • Queen of Fables • Red Panzer • Savage Fire • Sharkeeta • Silver Swan (Helen Alexandros) • Silver Swan (Valerie Beaudry) • Silver Swan (Vanessa Kapatelis) • Slaughter • Sontag Henya • Stheno • Superwoman • Tigra Tropica • Titan • Trinity • Veronica Cale • White Magician • Zara

[cadybear420]

gluttony 3 & 7, greed 1, envy 2, lust 4 from the seven deadly sins ask <3

Ask game here!

Gluttony 3. is your muse the type to leave the last bit of food for someone else, or to take it for themselves before someone else can claim it?

I feel like I answered this one in a previous post before, but I can't find the post so fuck it.

Evie: Sometimes she tries to be generous and leave the last bit of food for someone else. Especially if it's someone like Aiden who she loves to spoil. But if it's a food that she really really really loves, it can get a bit tricky.

Alan: Generally doesn't have much difficulty giving up the last bit of food, even if it's something he really loves. Sure, he's the type to fight for what is important to him, but the last bit of food isn't that important to him. Most of the time, anyways.

Samara: Tends to give up the last bit of food by default, unless the other party insists she have it.

Gluttony 7. what are your muse's go-to beverages?

Evie: Milk (ESPECIALLY chocolate milk), fruit punch, earl grey tea

Alan: Latte, strawberry milkshake

Samara: Apple juice, rainbow slushie

Greed 1: what does your muse collect, if anything?

Answered here!

Envy 2: what kinds of things does your muse get jealous about?

Answered here!

Lust 4: what sex-related words turn your muse on? what words make them cringe?

See below!

Words that turn Evie on:

being called "daddy" in bed

ocassionally calling Aiden "slut" during sex

any language that treats her strap-on as if it were an actual cock

Words that make Evie cringe:

"core" as a euphemism for "clit"

any euphemisms to the anus/rectum that also reference feces/defecation like "brown vein" or "stink" (exception: "rusty trombone", because it's technically more vague and not as direct)

being called "mommy" in bed

words like "sissy" that intend to degrade a man for enjoying more feminine/female-associated appearances and roles

certain euphemisms that come off as overly flowery or trying too hard to be emotional/sensual like "button" and "nub"

more details here also

Not sure about Alan and Samara, but I imagine they would share a lot of the same or adjacent tastes with Evie

@februarychoiceschallenge2025