#Emilia Rivales

[saralynnx]

Emilia wants to see her granddaughter Kaeileen excel in school and thus help her with her homework, but Kaeileen has other plans.

Pia, who is studious as always, is oblivious to the chaos. Or at least pretends to be.

[luverofralts]

Arkhelios University

“The baby is definitely kicking,” Kaeileen declared, massaging her stomach to hopefully calm the kicking down. “It seems really bothered about something. Maybe it’s tied to the noise by the park. There could be some kind of magic running loose.”

“It’s got to be something Lucy did then,” Pia replied bitterly. “You know she’s tied to the demons. One of her boyfriends must have had his heart broken and wants revenge. Lucy’s going to get us all killed.”

“Why did you call Aunt Ginevra, Grandma? Has she seen anything like this in Strangetown? Can she help?”

Emilia ignored Kaeileen’s question, but her face remained confident, which Kaeileen took as a sign that they were probably not in any danger.

“The Rivales family protects its own,” Emilia finally said. “Even if the danger is coming from within the family. We don’t tolerate turncoats. This is something the heir must do, whoever it may be. Pay attention.”

Kaeileen could definitely feel an almost electrical crackle in the air. It called to her and against her will, she could feel it pull her into her dark form. She wasn’t sure if it was dangerous for the baby to do so, but she’d been given no choice. Strangely, only she was dragged into a dark form. Her grandmother wasn’t demonic, so Kaeileen had always assumed that her demon heritage had come from her grandfather, the man she’d seen in a vision that had helped fix her dark form. Pia was his daughter though, and she looked just as human as Emilia. Maybe she didn’t inherit the gene for a dark form or something obvious like that. Either way, something had made Kaeileen shift, so demonic magic had to be being used somewhere.

The sovereign surveyed the scene before her, marveling at the complexity of the spell before her. Dorhack’s daughter was gifted, of that there was no doubt. Her other mother or father must have surely been powerful, whoever they were. So far, things were unfolding just as the sovereign predicted. Kamalani was trying to run and needed both energy to do so and to eliminate the threat to her safety that her stubborn son posed.

And the sovereign’s own plan was about to unfold now that her little Theophilus had arrived. The child was poised to attack just as he’d been trained and Kamalani’s little display only added to the plan’s potential. All she had to do was wait.

“Stop hurting my daddies!” Theo shouted, raising a hand defiantly, which Keiki matched. The two of them stood hand in hand, united only by their shared hatred of Kamalani.

“Leave them alone, you bully! You-You bitch!” Keiki spat the bad word out, meaning it with all the strength she had, even if her dad might yell at her later. “You’re not my real mom, you’re a monster who doesn’t care about anything but herself! Go away or you’ll be sorry!”

From behind Kamalani, Cain and Rose emerged, along with one of the boys who had started at Wanda’s witch program. All of them were in their dark form, their brightly coloured horns gleaming in the moonlight. It was as though the entire extended Rivales family had been summoned here, drawn by the siren call of demonic energy. Normally Cain and Rose would be punished for sneaking out of the house on a school night, but even Emilia could sense the change in the air. They were needed and her dear Giovanni had once warned her that this day might come. The other boy who had been called was a mystery to her, but considering that he’d answered the call, she had a guess as to why he’d been included.

The current in the air swirled around Keiki, pulling her towards the demonic energy flowing around them, but she remained as she was. Theo had only seen a glimpse of what he assumed her dark form was before when they fought, but Keiki didn’t change now when then entire Rivales family seemed called to change form. All of her energy remained tied to Theo, fueling his own power so that he could fight their shared enemy.

“You can feel the energy, right?” Theo whispered to his aunt while the Rivales twins and the surprise witch tried freeing Roman and Abe from Kamalani’s grasp.

Keiki nodded and closed her eyes, trying to focus on what she could hear crackling around her. She didn’t have the training Theo had, or even an idea of what magic could do, but she was committed to stopping the woman who had left her in an orphanage and decided to help herself to whatever power Keiki did have.

“Saren.”

The sovereign froze at the sound of her true name, her excitement ruined by the arrival of one of the only beings who knew it.

“How interesting to find you in this mess. It’s alarming that a child that young knows binding spells this powerful, wouldn’t you agree? I just had to stop by and check it out for myself.”

The sovereign grimaced before she could catch herself. It was never good when a deity interfered with your plans, and especially terrible when that deity was as petty and vengeful as Life was.

“I’m just as shocked as you, Lukas,” she lied, mentally preparing the spells she would need to escape if this conversation ended badly for her. “I had no idea that Kamalani had even escaped my punishment. She’s stronger than I realized.”

“And this pooling of energy? You’re just lurking nearby in case you need to help literal children do your work for you?”

“What are you implying, Lukas? Unlike Dorhack, I haven’t broken any laws in this place. I’m simply keeping an eye on a troubled child with an escaped convict for a grandmother,” the sovereign replied, trying to keep her voice even.

“You can keep using my name all you want, but you’ll never have control over me. Not even if your little scheme here had worked,” Lukas said angrily. “It took me some time to see, but your plan has been revealed. Using innocent children is low, even for you.”

The sovereign smiled tightly at this, but didn’t speak. It was down to a fight or flight response and she didn’t feel like running.

“The little hybrid is very talented at blood magic. I may have given him some guidance, that’s all. As one of my own kind, he’s become a protege of sorts. His fathers wanted to be joined in demonic matrimony, so all I taught him was how to join two people. If he’s expanded that range to include more people, then it is only because of his natural talent.”

And not at all because I asked him to start this.

Pia stared at her niece, looking at the impressive horns that had sprung from her head in fear. All this talk of demons and heirs seemed like nonsense to a rational person, which Pia prided herself on being. Still, there was no denying the change in Kaeileen or the ominous light that was leaking into the house, enveloping what it could like an endless fog. For the first time in her life, Pia seriously considered whether she wanted to be the heir of her family. This was all so foreign and dangerous, nothing like she’d ever expected.

Without warning, Life summoned a familiar looking scythe and held it menacingly before the demon sovereign.

“Last chance, Saren. You can still walk away from this. I’d prefer it if I got to wipe you from existence, but I’m giving you the chance to live. I know you let Kamalani escape, causing her to harm the living people in my realm. I know that you’ve taught a living child to bind an entire family through blood magic and I know that you’ve been hiding here, waiting for the binding to complete to harvest it.”

“And you’re borrowing your husband’s scythe,” she replied, hostility edging her voice. With a snap of her fingers, an ancient sword appeared in her hand. “I wouldn’t judge others while you’re crossing boundaries yourself. I’m within my rights to be here. I may have let Kamalani escape, you’re right, but only so that I could seal her permanently this time.With the combined energy of her blood family, there’s no way that she or Dorhack can escape me again. If I wanted to control and direct that energy myself, I’d say that I’m entitled to it, so this is your last chance to leave. There’s too much energy building now, I have to help bind it or your precious living subjects may be injured. You need me, and I won’t be denied the fruits of my own plan. Kamalani and Dorhack will be bound by their blood relatives and I will be rewarded for my ingenuity.”

“We’ll see about that.”

[arkhelios-gameplay]

She had not been with anyone since Giovanni, and she was seeking to rectify it.

[nappe-plays-the-sims]

Love Jolanda and Fabio pouting in the background.

Her sister, ever the suck up. Of course she was the favorite. Jolanda stepped back a few paces, before turning to her brother and raising an eyebrow. 

Pia and Thomas continued trading pleasantries, and Jolanda began to tune out the pointless nonsense they were prattling on about.

[funky-sea-cryptid]

emilia, the black bull's ballerina! she's very passionate about her art and wants nothing more than appreciation!

[dutybcrne]

Okay addendum to the previous rambles, Fem!Haitham and Kaveh would be Immensely funnier bc he would cave SO much faster when they bicker, I can FEEL it

[judes-hoe]

Bitter rivals, sweet love

Parrings ~ Lewis Hamilton x OC

Summary ~ She’s gonna be in f1 for her third year and goes to a team no one expects her to. She’s always got a cold expression and only those close to her know why. Shes been close one to many times to winning a championship and this year she’s gonna get it no matter what.

Warnings ~ talks of being cursed, talks of dead parents, think that’s it

A/N ~ only doing brief of Miami gp!!!!!

pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 pt.4 pt.5 pt.7

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The week after the Chinese GP, Vanessa got p2. She was currently on her way to have a “couples therapy” with Lewis. Her manager just telling her to be there in 20 minutes. So she got in her red Lamborghini and was there in 15 minutes.

She walks into the office and sits down in front on her manager and his manager waiting for him. He walked in on his phone and sat down, putting his phone in his pocket. “Welcome you both, today we’re doing a little get to know each other.” Aura said with a smile. “We’re gonna give you both a separate pile of cards, you’ll ask the question and you both have to answer.” Olivia said getting out two piles of flash cards with at least 15 in each pile. She handed one to Lewis and one to Vanessa.

“Phones.” They both said holding their hands out. Vanessa and Lewis both groaned before handing them their phones. “We have to do it now, since the last time we tried to do this you just played on your phones.” Olivia said with a stern look. “We’ll be back in 25 minutes.” Aura said with a smile.

Both left in the room facing each other, each with a small pile of cards. “My first card says…who is your hero?” He spoke looking at the card then at Vanessa. “My hero…I have two, my mom and dad.” Vanessa said softly. “You?” She said since they both had to answer. “Senna, definitely.” He spoke with a calm tone.

“Mine says…favorite childhood memory.” She whispered, she didn’t know childhood would be brought into this. “I’d have to say winning my first karting race.” He said with a smile like he was reliving the moment, before he looks at her for her answer. “Probably when my parents bought me my first kart, or when my parents used to take me to get ice cream after I won a race.” She said with a small smile, remembering those memories.

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Media day in Miami, Vanessa couldn’t wait she had a good feeling about this race. She got sat in a room with Lando, Charles, Pierre, and Yuki. She was sat on the end next to Charles.

The interview was going on, Vanessa being left out as always. But the boys she was with tried to bring her in it.

“Question for Vanessa.” A male reporter said. She looks at him and smiles to let him know she’s listening. “Hope you’re doing well, my question is that after this weekend it’ll be your home race, so are you excited, are we hoping for a good outcome this year?” He asked her. “Yeah very excited can’t wait, and I’m hoping to get on podium even better if I win” she smiles at the thought of winning. “Also please to my editors do White Ferrari or Viva La Vida as my edit songs if I win.” she whispered into her microphone talking to the people who would edit her first win.

She then doesn’t get asked another question for the rest of the time. It was always like that, one or two questions per press conference or interview she had.

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The rest of the weekend went by in a blur, Lando won his first ever race, max got p2 and Vanessa got p3.

She didn’t go out to celebrate or party, she had her flight set to leave that night so she was back at the hotel packing when Lewis walked in. She ignored him and finished packing before laying on the bed since she and a few hours.

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The Emilia Romagna Grand Prix. Her home race, its finally come. She got to the hotel and walked in to see Lewis. She wasn’t gonna let him ruin her mood this weekend. She set her suitcase down and looked out the video of their room and let out a sigh. “Home sweet home baby.” She mumbled to herself with a smile.

She sat on the bed they had about two hours before going to the paddock for press conferences. She was scrolling on her phone, but no matter what social media went on it was all ‘is Vanessa’s curse over this year.’ ‘Will Vanessa finally win her home race!’

She decided to not go on her phone and just sat in silence while Lewis minded his business. But with her ADHD she needed to do something. “Lewis?” She said softly. “Yeah?” He said not looking away from his phone clearly doesn’t wanna talk to her. She noticed this and changed her mind, she just got up and grabbed car keys her phone and some other essentials. “Never mind.” She said and walked out the room leaving the hotel.

Lewis watched her leave and thought it was a little weird but payed to mind to it. Vanessa though, she went to her car and drove.

After Vanessa’s visit she made it to the paddock and was immediately bombarded by Daniel. “Hey!” He said and stopped her from walking. “Where were you?” He asked. “You haven’t been answering my text or calls?” He asked worried. “I’m sorry, I was doing something and wasn’t paying attention to my phone.” She said quietly. Daniel noticed this and didn’t let it go past him. “Talk to me.” He said softly. “Did you go where I think you went?” He asked concerned. “Yeah, I did, I needed to, it’s been 2 years now.” She said looking at him. “I know, I know, but I’m here to talk okay?” He said making her look at him. “Okay.” She said.

Soon they headed into the press conference, she had Daniel by her side and she was glad she was in there with her. She sat quietly in the couch picking at her nails a little and her leg bouncing. It wasn’t long before an interviewer asked a question. “Vanessa, hi, pictures just started going around at you at the cemetery today before you came here?” They said. “Were you visiting your parents?” They added on, and before she could answer another interviewer interrupted. “Yes, rumors been going around you have bad luck, is it because of them.” They asked. “2021, second race, April 18th.” They said the exact date.

All the talking and the eyes made Vanessa panic. She walked out the room past the next group of people who were watching. She put her hoodie up until she got to her car. She drove straight to the hotel and goes to the hotel room.

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Everyone who was in that press conference with her left. No words and no questions. Just up and gone, so the next group went in and the first to speak up…Lewis.

“Hold all your questions cause we’re addressing what happened. That shit you guys brought up, is personal, like super personal. How would you feel if someone was doing that to you. Bringing up a bad memory, you know how absolutely fucked up that is. To say some shit like that. The girl is 24 for crying out loud. Her third year in f1. And this is how she gets treated! Just because she’s a girl and been through some shit doesn’t mean you can use it against her! You don’t know what that does to a person.” He spoke absolutely pissed, he didn’t know much about your parents or past. But he was standing up for any driver who got any type of disrespect. “And I’m not answering any of your fucking questions.”

The press conference was almost dead silent. A few questions here and there until they got dismissed early. He was immediately walking to his car ignoring everyone around him. He saw that look in her eyes, hurt, panic, sadness, lost. He knew you needed someone, he may hate her, but not this much. He doesn’t know much about her parents or what happened but now all he knows is that they’re dead.

He walks into the hotel room, it’s dead silent besides the uneven breathing and sniffles. He walks farther in and sees her with her back against her bed sitting on the floor facing the wall. He can tell shes panicking and sits next to her. “Breathe, breathe I’m here.” He said placing her head on his chest over his heartbeat. “You’re fine, I’m here, I got you now.” He said and pulled her into his lap so it was more comfortable for her. Once shes out of her panic state. She tucks herself in his neck and start sobbing.

He felt his shirt getting wet from her tears, but he just rubbed her back in a comforting way just wanting to be there for her, talk or not.

After about an hours is when she calmed down. Just laying there not caring, she was just happy he was willing to help her. “I’m here to talk, but completely understand if you don’t want to.” He whispered into the air just to let her know. “Thank you.” Was all she said, he knew what she meant though, she was saying thank you for coming to her and helping her when she needed it.

About another thirty minutes past before she talks again. “They’re right, I am cursed.” She said softly. “Don’t say that, just don’t listen to them, don’t listen to anything people say this weekend and stay off socials, and I promise I know you’ll do great this weekend.” He said to her wanting her to believe in herself.

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The next day after that little thing with Lewis. He acted like nothing happened, going back to hating her and she just accepted it and acted the same way back. But hey on the bright side she did amazing in all free practice.

And the next day she stayed first in all qualifying. She was in the garage looking over her Q3 which she did perfectly and got P1. That’s until Toto came over and whispered in her ear. “FIA is checking you car, apparently something is wrong.” And with that, her face drops.

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A/N~ so it’s been a min….

Taglist: @tallrock35 @itsmrshamilton

[lyra-brie]

@gummybugg

Character Pen Pals!

I was looking through some writing exercise ideas for myself earlier and came across one that was essentially to write a letter to someone. Then I thought how cool it would be to write a letter from OC to OC. But then!

What if we wrote letters as our characters to each others' characters?! It doesn't have to be physical letters of course (unless you're okay with that, then feel free to privately message whoever your pen pal is the address/P.O. box you want. I personally love getting mail and making fancy letters)

You can send people your letters in their asks (if they're okay with it) and they can answer with their own letter. Reblog if you want to participate and add whichever of your character(s) you want to send/receive letters with, along with a little bit of info about them to start. Feel free to ask people for more info about their characters if you need it. I'm sure they'd love to share!

[sufferu]

There is, uh, one particular scene I’ve been working on. From the reaction fic…

Reaction Ficlet: Rem

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“…You’re kidding, right, Rem?”

Everyone in the theater seemed to freeze in place.

Emilia was the first to break the silence that had formed over them all like a sheet of ice. “…What?”

“If you do not resist, I can grant you a quick end.”

“No,” Otto said, shaking his head. “No, no. This has to be some sort of mistake. Suba— Natsuki-san LOVES Rem. He’s been trying to— for months— she can’t have—”

“It’s just a misunderstanding,” Emilia agreed. “They can clear it up, and then — I guess Subaru…meets his end in this loop in some other way. But it can’t be Rem.”

“So you decided this all on your own?” Subaru was asking nervously. “Roswaal didn’t order you?”

“I will eliminate all those who oppose Roswaal-sama’s wishes. You are merely one.”

“Man,” Subaru joked, backing away slightly. “Can’t he train his lapdogs not to bite at people just passing thro— AUGH?!”

Rem had struck him with the chain of her Morning Star.

Emilia gasped. “Rem!” she snapped. “Why would you—“

“I—“ Rem was at a loss for words.

“That was deserved.” It was Ram who stepped in. “In her eyes,” the older sister said, “a strange man had just insulted her liege lord to her face, after demonstrating himself to be a threat. Smacking him once for the offense — that was warranted, Emilia-sama. …It’s not like she hit him very hard, in the first place.”

Emilia bit her lip, but — however uneasily — conceded.

Crusch blocked Wilhelm before he could finish getting up, his eyes already growing hard at the sight of that one vicious blow. “Wait,” she ordered in a low voice. “Let’s…Let’s see how they handle this.”

“…Understood, Crusch-sama.”

“That’s how little you trusted me?”

“Yes.”

Onscreen, Subaru’s eyes watered.

“Rem,” Emilia pleaded.

“—I don’t wanna hear it! Take this!” Subaru whipped out his phone, flashing Rem with several flashes of bright lights in quick succession. When she flinched backwards, momentarily stunned, Subaru took the opportunity to bowl past her and start running.

“He didn’t use the knife??” Otto pointed out, bewildered.

“Of course he didn’t,” Beatrice said. Her voice sounded odd. “He loves her.”

Subaru didn’t get far before he — tripped over something, and suddenly fell on his face. “Oomph!”

And then when he looked down, his leg had been sliced clean off. He screamed.

“Subaru!” Beatrice cried out. Her eyes were not on the screen, but on the boy in the cage. The boy who was currently curling into a ball to cover his ears, squeezing his eyes shut. The spirit lifted up her skirts, rushing over to sit by his side, pressing her hand into the glass. “Subaru, I’m here! Betty’s here, okay?” The glass was in the way. She couldn’t reach him. “Subaru!”

“Mana of water, heal this body.”

“O-Oh!” Emilia said. She was relaxing slightly. “Maybe— Maybe you can talk now? It’ll be fine.”

Wilhelm was rigid, clenching his knees until his knuckles turned white. Julius’ face had grown pale. Ricardo’s eyes were growing wide. Felt raised her hands to her mouth in horror. All those who had seen true viciousness — through time as a knight, a mercenary, or otherwise — slowly started to understand what was going to happen next.

“She didn’t…” Ferris whispered, face ashen.

“Rem,” Subaru said hopefully. “You’re…?”

“I will not be able to ask you anything if I let you die so easily.”

Emilia’s smile faded. “…Huh?”

“I ask you, are you working with one of Lady Emilia’s rival claimants to the throne?”

“…My heart belongs to Emilia.”

Rem swung down her chain.

It wasn’t quick.

It took a few seconds for many in the theater to realize what exactly it was that they were watching. But they all pieced it together, in the end — and even after they understood the situation, it continued before their eyes. Slowly, everyone turned to stare at Rem, horror and disbelief etched so deeply into all of their faces that the feelings may as well have been engraved into them from the start.

“He loves you,” Emilia choked out. “Su— Rem, Subaru LOVES you. How could you…?”

The amnesiac Rem, who could not remember even the final timeline of events, stared helplessly back. The despair of the others was multiplied tenfold in her pale blue eyes.

Emilia wasn’t having it. Horror and betrayal gave way to a surge of rage. “Answer me!” she demanded. “Don’t just sit there — tell me! How could you do this to him? How could you hurt him like this? How could you make him cry—“

A squeal echoed over Emilia’s words as the Rem onscreen landed a particularly vicious strike against Subaru’s back.

“—why??” Emilia sobbed.

“I don’t know!” Rem said desperately. “I don’t know — that’s not me! I never — why would I ever do something like this?! I didn’t! I wouldn’t!”

“You did,” Crusch said. Her voice was cold and sharp like steel, with the sort of anger that could be mistaken for calmness if one wasn’t paying attention. The other camps were keeping quiet, watching the Emilia Camp with stares that slowly turned to ice as they waited to see if they would handle their own, but something about Rem’s refusal had apparently crossed a line. “A version of you — did.”

“Captain hasn’t stopped trying to wake you up since you fell asleep,” Garfiel growled, a dangerous undercurrent to his voice the likes of which none of them had heard since the Sanctuary Incident. “He’s been so worried about you. He cares for you so much, and— you—“

Otto pressed his lips together and said nothing. Nobody could tell what he was thinking.

“I don’t remember—“

“Rem.”

It was Ram who spoke up, with the sort of coldness that made her usual scathing comments look sweet and gentle by comparison. Rem turned to face her, eyes wide and lips parted.

“—I love you,” Ram interrupted, before she could say anything more to defend herself. “Because you are my sister. But it is because I love you that I cannot allow you to back away from this. This is not a sin that gets erased by your lack of knowledge. Even if you do not remember this…” She took a shaky breath. “Subaru does.”

Rem swallowed.

“…Nee-sama,” a quiet, shaky voice interrupted. “You shouldn’t talk like that to your sister.”

Ram froze.

Subaru was watching their argument from his cage, a smile on his face that clearly was supposed to be casual and lighthearted, despite how badly he was trembling and how it clashed with the tears beading at the corners of his eyes.

“Subaru—“ Beatrice pleaded, her hands on the glass as she tried desperately to quiet him. “Subaru, you don’t have to—“

“Rem was— Rem was right,” Subaru said. “I was suspicious. I snuck around the estate without telling anyone what I was doing. I stole a knife, and spied on everyone from the woods nearby. She was right to—“

His onscreen counterpart cried out, voice raw and breaking from the constant stress. “Mana of water,” Rem’s voice repeated. “Heal this body.”

Subaru swallowed, shaking even worse than before. “…to be suspicious.”

Rem made a strangled, horrified sort of noise.

Nobody else spoke for a long, long moment, the air permeated only by the sounds of angry demons, and chains, and cries of pain.

“—Are you a member of the Witch Cult?”

“Oh,” Garfiel gasped, looking as though he had realized something. “That’s what it is.”

“What?” Julius prodded. His voice was unusually curt, as if he was biting something back with all his might. His eyes were hard.

“C-Captain has the Witch’s scent on him,” Garfiel explained nervously. His eyes were darting from side to side. Had he—? No, no, he couldn’t have. Subaru never would have welcomed him with open arms if he — if he did. …Right? “We dunno why, but…it’s not hard to mistake him for a Witch Cultist on that alone.”

Julius didn’t respond to that at all. He turned away, going back to watching the interrogation on the screen.

“Still denying it?” Rem growled. “It is plain to see that you are involved with the witch. Her stench is all over you!” The Subaru onscreen looked at her in shock, the look of an awful realization dawning across his face. “Even if Sister or no one else notices, I can smell it on you! The leftover stench of that monster makes me want to spit in disgust!”

Garfiel didn’t look very happy at being proven right.

“I was anxious and angry when I saw you speaking with Nee-sama. You, someone involved with the one who put Nee-sama through so much, weaseling into our precious home… I have been watching you since Roswaal-sama welcomed you…but the entire time, it hurt to watch you. I could not bear it. Even if I knew that the whole time Nee-sama was taking care of you, she was just pretending to be friendly!”

“How could you say something so cruel to him?” Emilia demanded, tears in her eyes. Rem stared back at her, mute. “How COULD you? SUBARU LOVES YOU!!”

None of the other camps said a word. The looks in their eyes were enough of a condemnation.

The Rem onscreen wavered suddenly as she finally looked Subaru full in the face — only to see that he had, at some point, started to cry.

“—What the Hell…?”

“I knew it was…” he choked out. “…something like that.”

Beatrice sucked in a breath. “Subaru—“

“So that’s what it was… I knew there was some reason, behind all the kindness. But…I was too afraid to ask…”

“No,” Ram said, an oddly desperate tone in her voice that nobody had ever heard before. “No, no, Subaru, that’s not—“

“I finally learned how to peel veggies without cutting my hand,” he whimpered. “I learned how to do laundry right. Didn’t finish learning how to clean the place, but… Reading…it’s just the simple stuff, but I can do that now. I studied like I promised. I read the picture book. It’s all thanks to you two…”

Emilia sobbed into her hands.

“What are you…talking about?” The Rem onscreen looked creeped out. Uncertain.

“I’m talking about what you two have done for me…”

“I recall no such thing.”

“—Why don’t you remember?!”

Everyone in the audience flinched. The Rem onscreen flinched, too.

“What’d I do wrong?” Subaru cried. “What’s wrong with me? Why do you girls hate me that much…?” He sniffled. “Even…that promise…I always…”

“—I—“

“I always lo—“

Subaru was cut off. Some invisible force had slashed clean through his throat, cutting him off by force. His voice gurgled incoherently, bubbles rising from his mangled throat as he tried to continue his desperate plea, staring at Rem like a begging dog. Rem stared back at him, at his mangled throat.

“Who was…?” Garfiel asked meekly, but it wasn’t hard to guess.

“My sister is too kind.”

Ram made the sort of noise that nobody would have expected to come from her throat in a million years.

That was the only noise that could be heard throughout the entire auditorium, which was otherwise so quiet one would have thought that the air itself was refusing to breathe.

[mogamuncher]

Heeeey I'm back again with another tidbit of the Slay the Knight AU (AKA: the Re:Zero and Slay the Princess crossover au)

Anyways due to some of y'all's amazing suggestion, I think I have a lot more ideas to rave about rn, mostly about the voices, but also some about the different Barus that this au would have!

Ok so, first the voices:

Voice of the Hero - Voice of the Noble: Julius.

Voice of the Contrarian - Voice of the Opposed: Ram

Voice of the Opportunist- Voice of the Cunning: Anastasia

Voice of the Cold - Voice of the Shut-in: Beatrice

Voice of the Paranoid - Voice of the Troubled: Otto

Voice of the Stubborn - Voice of the Proud: Priscilla

Voice of the Hunted - Voice of the Protector (shield, get it?): Garfield

Voice of the Cheated - Voice of the Wronged: Felt

Voice of the Skeptic - Voice of the Cynic: Pick

Voice of the Smitten - Voice of the Devoted: Rem

Voice of the Broken - Voice of the Selfless: Reinhard

I think that's all the voices but I might be wrong. . Uhhh anyways here they all are! Again a lot of these are from suggestions, but I really liked them! Some names are still iffy (Felt and Garfiel could definitely be improved upon I think) but I do like the character placements!

My favorite thing to think about is which route these voices will interact with, since all the Barus will be very. . . Interesting.

Speaking of the Barus, here's some ideas I had for their princess equivalents, with pictures!

So, first, to get it out of the way: The Witch

100% Wrathbaru, there's not a single bone in my body that says otherwise. The Witch route is all about distrust, it's all about how you betrayed the Princess and so she betrayed and beat up you, there's even a reference to the Frog and the Scorpion fable in her route, a fable all about trusting someone only to get hurt in doing so. Hell, the characteristic voice for her route is Voice of the Opportunist, who's singlehandedly the voice that should be trusted the least

Meanwhile in the Wrath IF route, Wrathbaru was specifically incredibly paranoid and distrustful to the point where he stopped seeing color, only ever seeing color in people who he fully trusted, mainly because he knew for certain where they stood emotionally when it came to him either through consistency across loops (Beatrice and Emilia) or because he knows that they just hate him (Ram and also kinda Emilia)

The point is, Wrathbaru absolutely would be the Witch equivalent, if only for the themes alone, though he's a lot somber than the very playful Witch.

Also, catboy Wrathbaru, enough said.

Though if Wrathbaru is The Witch then The Thorn will definitely be really interesting

I like to think that Wrathbaru in the Thorn would still be very jumpy and paranoid, instead of the gentle show of trust in the og game, Emilia (The Long Quiet) would have to drag Wrathbaru out of those vines kicking and screaming

Having Rem, Julius and Anastasia harassing Echidna (The Narrator) about describing a kiss with Wrathbaru would be absolutely hilarious though, absolutely peak fiction

Now, let's please talk about The Damsel

So, we can like, all agree that this is arc 1-2 Baru, right? Just straight up that Subaru, but with more bimbo energy

Rem here would be fun, though she probably wouldn't say things in the exact same manner the Smitten does, she can still be really funny with her Subaru crush, as seen in the snow special

Ok, so like, we got the Damsel figured out, cool.

Now, Happily Ever After, on the other hand

Ok so this is pristine cut content, so definitely some big spoilers, but:

Greebaru. Just, 100%, 1000% Greedbaru coded. There's not a single princess that could ever rival the Greedbaru-ness of this princess in the entire game

Just, him and Emilia being literally controlled the entire time, the idea of Echidna slowly growing disillusioned as the route goes on as she sees where her meddling will take her, the constant repetition and Subaru's desperation that doing things again and again will fix it, the fact that REM I would be the one orchestrating all of this???

Just, how utterly miserable everyone is inside of this route, it's simply Greed IF core. Everyone knows that Greed IF is the IF where no one gets to be happy despite everything technically being "alright", which is exactly the vibes that this route has!

Also, going from Arc 1-2 Subaru to Greed IF Subaru would be such a drastic jump, I love it

Greebaru would be a lot calmer than the og princess in this route, think lots of fake smiles and call insistance that slowly becomes hysterical desperation

Also, dancing with Greebaru under the stars, enough said

For other standouts:

The Den

We get to have a full monster Baru!

He'll probably be a chimera type beast that's a ground dragon (Petrasche reference ayy) mixed with a rabbit (hah) with a big horn on his forehead and Cappella-esque wings

There's no way to really stick his iconic slicked back hair on a rabbit head without it looking a bit goofy, so I propose we let Subaru grow his hair out and have it down for this one

The Razor:

For some reason I cannot possibly describe to you, I keep thinking of her equivalent being Pridebaru. No seriously do not ask me why, I don't know either

Maybe it's because she's the most affably murder happy one? Then again there's the Adversary. . . Anyways if she were to be Pridebaru then I suggest an added fire motif, along with the blades

The blades can mainly stay due to the association with Elsa, in fact, maybe this Baru can specifically only ever target Emilia's guts when he goes to skewer her

Also Mutually Assured Destruction

That entire interaction will be hilarious now. Rem finding this beautiful, Priscilla saying it's the perfect man, Ram wondering if he can be thrown out of a window??? Mwah, perfection

I also would like if there was a fire motif there, maybe he can also he on fire

The Nightmare

My beloved, because he would mean we get to hear Otto do the "Heart. Lungs. Liver. Nerves" chant, but also I have no clue what Baru he would even be

Maybe Gluttony??? A Moment of Clarity would make Gluttony an interesting pick here, but I don't know for sure

Other than that I'm still brainstorming ideas, and ofc taking suggestions, so feel free to tell me what y'all think!

[saralynnx]

Emilia Rivales

Age: Elder

Lifestate: Human

Aspiration: Pleasure

Secondary Aspiration: Fortune

Lifetime Want: Own 5 Top-Level Businesses

Turn Ons: Fitness, Athletic

Turn Off: Fatness

Personality: 4/7/4/6/4

OTH: Music & Dance

Career: Retired Broadway Star

“Emilia enjoys the simple things in life, but even the simple things can be used as weapons if you aren't careful. She makes sure to not waste her time obsessing over an insignificant amount of money, and instead makes sure to play an active role in the business of the family. She is fun, friendly, and social. She is happy to share her knowledge with others, but only if they follow her "do-not-ask, do-not-tell" rule.”

[kaileidoscopio]

like they already were trying to appeal to latin american audiences with nmixx (some of the members of that group were taught spanish and they have made tons of promotional/variety show stuff in spanish) but like. a GROUP. they already did that usa/international based group vcha and even though they haven't had a single comeback yet its cool to see them at least ATTEMPTING to do new stuff

i mean no one who listens to kpop does so because they like innovative music like lets be fr they all just constantly copy each other so thats why this is exciting!

wdym jyp ent. (record label of kpop groups twice, itzy, stary kids, etc) is planning on making a LATIN GIRL GROUP???? DIED 2004 BORN 2024 WELCOME BACK BANDANA

[luverofralts]

Emilia Rivales 🌷 🌧️🕯️

Emilia:

She likes roses because they remind her of when she received roses from her husband after starring in a play.

She likes sunny days where she can get out and hang around the pool or take the grandkids to a park.

Her preferred candles would be floral, something she could pick up easily at any store in Arkhelios

[arkhelios-gameplay]

[spiegelgestalt]

Just Design-wise the Emilia-camp should really be the evil camp

it's really funny:

Subaru looks like every evil bully character who's only role is to beaten up by the hero,

Roswaal has the whole clown make up going on AND with his mannerism he would fit neatly into a Disney villain role,

Rem and Ram can be taken as creepy twins ~who don't have their own identity~, Beatrices curls and pink dress remind me of the designs of villainesses in romance games

Emilia's white hair and pale design can fit neatly in a good demon design. There are a lot of evil characters with white hair (it used to be a good indicator if someone was a least a bit sus)

Pucks true form is a literal monster

Frederica has really scary teeth

And even Garf looks less like a shonenprotagonist and more like the rival who needs to be defeated

Just Otto looks normal,... Hm

[nappe-plays-the-sims]

I’m just hyped for Pia babies.

“I really hope that won’t be necessary…” Pia sighed, “I don’t…. I don’t not want it, I just was expecting it a bit later.”  

“Well, if Thomas is anything like you say, I’m sure he’ll take it well anyways love.”