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dick-meister · 6 months ago

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The absolute deconstruction of Adam’s mental in UC verse has me feeling a bunch of ways.

Like, he started out hopeful, trying his hardest to work things out with Lucifer and Lilith and actually did! They were having a good bit of fun and at one point Lucifer started to catch the tiniest bit of feelings for Adam. He talked to Roo for the first time in a long time to which he made amends for things between them as well.

Feeling good and having trust in them, Adam was fully prepared to go and talk to Sera and get an audience for all of them to talk about G’s plans but funnily enough, Adam’s own superior wouldn’t hear him out and locked him away for an amount of time he wasn’t even sure of. There he was bombarded by memories of himself and of Eve that tortured him pretty much.

At the time, he was feeling like the people of Hell were a lot better than those in Heaven only on the sheer fact that they listened to him and would listen to him. However after being broken out of the white room, everything changed dramatically. Lilith approaching Adam and trying to get him angry just so he could kill her in said anger, while around Lucifer, messed him up on the inside. He knew she was right on some levels but how it was done was just… wrong and left him literally beaten and half dead. Where else was he supposed to go after that but home?

Home, where he was now a fugitive if spotted by anyone who worked for the council as Sera had never allowed him to leave the White Room and if found, he would have been sentenced to fall. Only to just… lie on the ground for a day, bleeding and being alone up until Charlie was ported to him by G himself as a test to see if Charlie would finish him off right then and there. The sad thing is, looking back on it now, Adam would have preferred her to do so.

There was a bit of regained hope for him at that time, talking to Charlie and taking care of her made him feel a little better in a way that he wasn’t so alone. But there was a growing feeling of abandonment that was quickly getting bigger and bigger.

Eventually, Charlie leaves back to Hell, Lute tells him of Sera wanting to summon him after an accidental slip of the tongue and they ditch to Hell together. At least at the Hotel he got some time to rest, however that wouldn’t take long to be disrupted, learning of Charlie’s death, then having to fight Charbringer and eventually give up fighting her knowing that it was wrong to do so and he died.

Adam still remembers feeling the pain of death, being dead and his soul slipping away. Even though, somehow it was reverted and Lute took his place in his stead to which he had to watch Lute die, and then watch Charlie die in his arms…

After that, he buried Lute and just gave up. Adam went home and felt nothing. He’s lost so much and when looking around himself for who he had, who was he supposed to go to for help? He didn’t view himself as anything but a joke to everyone, someone to pin blame to, someone to leave in the background. Of course Angela tried to console him, but he wanted people who knew him to help him, love him, because those who don’t know him say the wrong things, make assumptions and cause him to feel even more lonely and wrong.

His mentality at this point was so shattered that when Eve, who is absolutely alive, showed up. He thought she was just a figment of his imagination, more White Room BS who helped a little but once he left to see Emily and found out that Sera had passed in battle, he found that he really couldn’t feel anything towards it. He felt bad for Emily, but the feelings of it was all light and on the surface.

Once he got home, that’s when he made the decision, if he was doomed to be nothing more than a after thought then he would just go back to being the villain he once pushed himself past. It’s the only way he knew how to cope and it’s not like anyone was coming around to help him anyways, it was either the mask or lay on the floor until the Cycle ended and he couldn’t sit back and do that.

He’s come full circle, and that’s really sad but also an incredibly interesting character ‘development’ that’s happened over time. I thought Adam would end up being a hero through this story, showing off bravery, selflessness and care but… this has all gone so against him that he just can’t feel those things anymore or much of anything.

UC is…. Not great for Adam lol

#voice of toast;#v; unholy crusade #read more for length #I’m sure I’m leaving some stuff out on accident but #goddamn

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shireentheunburnt · 7 months ago

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The Priestess and the Princess

@westerosiqueens

Selyse tried to save her, and that was a comfort despite the terror coursing through her in ever-growing waves. Her father wasn't coming, but at least her mother had tried. With Ser Davos gone, no one else was going to. And how could she blame them, truly? Chances were they would be cast into the flames too and it was such a cruel way to die.

Regardless, the loyalty of more than a handful of Stannis' soldiers was going to ashes with her.

Her father had made himself a kinslayer in their eyes, one of the most unforgivable crimes in all of Westeros.

What was he thinking? To make a spectacle of her death like this? She was a Baratheon, death was never going to have her quietly nor easily... She was going to scream and struggle until the bitter end and he should have known it. He would have done better to have done this in private and then lie that the cold had taken her or some such.

How could he have done this to her? He said she belonged with him, as his heir, as his daughter.

Crying out as the flames reached terrible fingers towards her, the child's brow furrowed in confusion. It should hurt, should be agony, but it wasn't. It felt only warm and gentle... The ropes biting into her fell into the crackling orange and were consumed themselves, yet on the pyre she remained; frozen in bewilderment.

That was until she noticed her precious stag beginning to char and blacken. Gasping, she cradled it protectively to herself and took a few quick steps forward to save it from further damage. And then she, herself, was snatched up into an embrace.

Mother...

She managed to urge them a few paces from the reaching fire then burrowed in close and closed her eyes, breathing deeply of Selyse's scent as she would have done as a babe. It was soothing, as it was back then, and she hid into the older woman gratefully, not wanting to see her father, or his men, or the red woman who had smiled and gloated in the face of her fear...

She didn't think she had ever clutched to, nor been held by, her mother so tightly.

If she could stay right there all winter, she would be content to do so.

#westerosiqueens #read more for length #i hope this is ok!#let me know if you would like it changed : )

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liroyalty · 8 months ago

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The one thing Adam hated the most about their arrangement, was the fact that they were in different universes. If Sue was in his Hell… Would he still be lying on his back? Looking up at the forever red sky? So close to the portal back to Heaven? There were… so many holes in him. It didn’t look like he was coming back from this one. At the very least… He was able to tell her he loved her before this happened. It was of course bound to happen at some point. After all, Adam was the villain of this story, and Villain’s lose.

They don’t get the girl, they don’t get to see the next day, and that’s what happened to the First Human as his eyes shut and his body disappeared.

There would be one last gift Adam would receive from his father. The gift of truth. It could have been left that Adam never came back to see Sue. That he could have played her this whole time or that he had grown bored of her. This was far from the truth…

This gift would show up, of all places, in the woman’s room. A glowing, yellow spider Lilly. Upon its touch to see the memories within, the first thing that would be shown to her, would be the day they first met.

“Sick shades. I gotta pair too. You’re officially in the cool club. Congrats.”

And now, she wouldn’t spend an eternity wondering where he went… And she will always have those memories of him at arms reach. He loved her, with all his heart.

There was someone who knew the truth already. She didn't mean to keep the truth from her sister, or rather, she didn't want too, but she knew what Sue would do if she learned the truth of the downfall. She had done her best to keep this from happening, but even as a seraphim, her powers are not prefect or absolute.

Adam's heaven... found out. And did... everything Ann & him both feared they would. They forbad him from coming to their end of the cosmos, shut him out... or locked him in rather If it was not within the bounds of his own star system, he could not go there. And by the gods, Ann tried everything she could to get them to reconsider. Ann might seem gentle & kind, with an almost careless nature about her, but she cared so much about her sister & her happiness that it brought out the determination within her. There's no case she did not pled, no reason that would not be heard. Devils in their universe were not of the same ilk as the ones here, they are as divine as any angel merely of a differing branch, Adam & Sue both are mortal souls by divinity so they are not so different as they seem, there is no true harm that could come from such a relationship all they are shriving for was happiness, do they not want happiness for one of their own?

Yet what did it amount too? Nothing. 'Rules' & 'Things you don't fully understand' overtaking the happiness of two souls that have suffered enough. Once again, happiness is torn from her beloved sister's grasp, & Ann can do nothing to stop it. Once again, others are caught in the crossfires of those who can choose to do otherwise, but still choose to be joy thieves. How does she tell Sue? How? She knows how Sue will react... sorrow, anguish... then rage & rancor. She knows she has too... she's been holding it off way too long already... it's still a through process she is debating as she goes to Bella Faldiso...

".... Fuck...."

The scene was already a mess. The gothic mansion was completely in shambles, it was obvious without even having to go inside, a massive hole in the second floor being the most glaringly obvious 'new feature' that Ann knew was not there before, & made her worry. She knew Sue would be upset with Adam no longer showing up, but to such an extent? Did she... did she know already? Her wings took her down the building, towards that hole, only getting more & more distressed as she heard the familiar sound of weeping. No... no... don't... please... Peeking through that hole in the building greeting Ann to the room she knew was her sister's bedroom, & it was... worse then the outside, a torrent of destruction. An indiscernible scene that tore holes in the very fabric of the reality of her realm, that could make even the most devious of individuals have to look away for a moment; even Ann's divine eyes all closed for a moment at what the power of sheer violent despair can do. But she opened them again, because she had too, because...

"Sister!!"

Suzanne was there, in the center of her own destructive wake, looking about as well as the madness she created around her, curled up around herself & but only a measure of broken & horse sobs leaving her. And the devil didn't even budge hearing her name from that familiar voice, barely even budge when the owner of that familiar voice held no fear of the reality fractures & flew over the destruction to reach her, barely budged when the arms of that familiar voiced took a hold of her to move the weeping woman into her lap.

"..."

"Suzanne!"

"... Ann...."

"Yes, it's me. It's your sister." Suzanne's voice sounded so broken, it torn away pieces at Ann's heart. "Are you okay? I'm sorry I wasn't here."

A deadly silence befell the room. Scarlet eyes that could once burn so bright, were left dark & hollow, blacker even then the onyx color they were in her living years. It was like Suzanne, this devil, were empty. As if her heart stopped beating, & there was nothing giving her fuel, yet her soul refused to exit her body, refused to leave, forcing her to stay trapped in this existence. Stains of tears, & still wet ones, ran down her cheeks to furiously, it's as if they were to become permanently marks upon her skin. There are cuts & bruises everywhere too, the backlash from the destruction she caused in her own realm, & the amount of her power she must of used. Suzanne was, put simply, the picture of a broken woman.

"... Ann... he's... Adam's... gone." When that broken woman finally spoke, her words only made Ann blink, unsure of what she meant by 'gone'. The first thought that came to her head was that Suzanne knew, that Adam's Heaven found out about their relationship & was keeping him away. But no. It was Ann this time that didn't know, only proved when the devil reached under herself, showing something she had be cradled around.

A spider lily. Yellow, glowing, almost golden.

'Sick shades. I gotta pair too. You’re officially in the cool club. Congrats.'

"... W-what...?" Ann knew what this meant. Suzanne explained the property she'd given these flowers in her realm, they hold the memories of the dead... & the yellow color indicated the memories within were from a divine being. A dead divine being. Adam was... dead?

"... I... I looked at them... I saw... everything."

"... Suzanne... I'm... I'm s-"

"-Don't. Please." It was a broken hearted pled. So broken that it took pieces of Ann own heart. Sue understood, she did, she understood why Ann kept this from her, & why she inserted herself so much in her love life this time. Really, if not for Ann, Sue would have done something stupid, something that... would have certain gotten her killed... permanently... as tempting as that was right now.

The angel could... only sigh. Sitting down properly, & moving the devil's head into her lap. Their more tears now, more from Suzanne, her beautiful face now just a river of sorrows, & Ann too, with little dibbles of tears forming at the edge of her primary eyes. Sue loved him, it was her first honest love, & Ann, for as much as Adam annoyed her, she still cared for him a great deal. What will they tell John & Rosa now? Adam just 'had' to be ripped away from them, & for what?

Rules & things you don't fully understand.

And for time unknowing, they did sit there. And simply allow their emotions out. Silent tears wept in the memory of a man who, though troubled extensively & acted crass, was good at heart. Who was loved in more then a single sense. Whom was never allowed happiness everlasting...

"̷͙̜͎̪̺̠̇͠.̶̢̡̡̛̥̣͎͋̊͗.̴̛̱͚̯̘̥̹̹̮̇̾̈́͊̔͂̚ͅ.̷̯̖͔̞͉̗͚͓̈́͊̽̊̀́̚̕ ̶̤͖̫̜̩͚̲̺̠̆̈̒̋͊̈́̐͐͒̈́Ï̵̡͕̼̲̯̞̀͌̍̅͆͛̚͜͝ ̴̧̼̱̻̹̫̥̙͂͜a̶̛̛͕̩̖̮̦̤̻̘̘̺̒̎͊̈́̾m̸̨̛̞̟͕̙̠̝̳͕͌͋͜͝.̶̡͕͖̫̬̝͖̔͋̿̆̈́͊̈̚͜ͅ.̴̻̣̺̠̙̤͎̙́̄̀.̴̘̙́̎̀̌͌́̇ ̴̢̨̤͎͚̰͎̇̈́͌ṋ̶̺͓̙͖̮̝͂͗͛͠ȇ̴̡̥͎̠̗̬͇́̇̔v̴̥̈́͛͠e̷͕̫̝͌͒̈́̀͆̈́̈́r̶̢̲̺̗̰̾̈͆́́̊͝.̷͇̱͖̱̳͕̖́͑̔͂̈́͛̄͘̚ͅ.̴̦͊̂.̴̧̢̨͍͙͚̼̭͈͐̐̈͊̌̇̾̓̉̔ ̴͚͚͎͋̏̾̅̾̓͊̂ğ̵̛̮̳̩̙͌̈́̓̈́̌̓̀͛ö̷͍͍́̋͆͑̀̚i̶̛͉̖͚͐͠͠n̴̺̭̻̺̎̇̌̃̚ģ̵̢̼͙͕̹̔͂́͘͘̚ ̶̢̬̹̭͇̮̳̦̂͜ͅt̴̹̘͕̲̗͝ơ̸̩̥̱̎̓͌͆͂̀̾ ̶̡̨̜̣̪͙̭̀̈͗̓̎̽̽f̵̫̪̒̑̕͜o̵̖̓̇̀͠͝r̵̡͈̮̞͚̻̯͍̊̏͌̀̓͋̒̿̚g̸̛͎͒̀i̵̡̛͈͙̤͔̹̙̒v̵̢͙̲̦̩̄͛̄͛͋̌͐͜e̷̡̥͚͖̩̿̒͋͐̀͋̑̀ ̵̻͕͗̀͌̈͝t̶̡̛̘̗̯̹̞͔̀̂̄̀̍̈́̂̒h̷̛͆��̨̞͖̬̞͚̙͇̠͒̀̈̐̂̕͠ȩ̷̙͙̠̣͍̐̐ͅm̸̛͕̃̓̒̅̌̚͘͘͠.̵̧̯̺͉̪̳͖̹͋́̎͝"̷̨̝͖̠̻̿̚͝

"̶̛̫̺̥̜͈̙̮̭͉̏̍͒͒̓͝.̷̨̢̛̱̟̩͔͓̫̻̟̓̈́̿̾͋͝.̷̡̧̮̙̞̠̠̦͉̇̏́̊͛͑̋͗̄.̶̘͕͌́̓̉͠ ̴̡̺̏̌̐̀͘Ñ̴̗̖̥e̷̜̗̦̖̓̍͑̾̃̐͆͠͝i̶͓̓̔́̐̈́̓t̴͖͋͐̑̄̓̚͜͜͝h̴͈̋̈́̓̃̍̍͠è̸̬͒͒͝r̸̲̪̱͓̙̳͔̦̰̻̅̎̾̓̎̈́͗́͝ ̸̼̖̠̫̻͎̲́̊̿̄a̴̢̲̍͑̐̓͆m̸̨̛̗̮͗̂͒̅̽̂̈͘͜ ̶͉̲̼̔̒̂̕Ĭ̴̟̗̹͐̿̇̽̈̌͘.̷̞̗̟̹̆̑̌͂"̷̣̹͐̊̎̅̏̆͒͐͝͝

Amidst the sorrow, there is a joint venom in spoken. Amidst a echoing cosmos will with a choir of idols, false & true alike, there is the rumbling of unknown creature that stuck instantons fear into even the bravest of hearts. Something that could cause the weakest of creatures to possibly explode upon hearing it, it's a holy wrath heaven & hell alike would fear, an all consuming beast that washes down everything in scope. Suzanne more then ever just wanted to be the devil she is & destroy.

But she knows, they both very well know, that if they tried to intact that wrath upon the Heaven & Hell across the Cosmos, they are unlikely to survive. It is just that knowledge that's keeping Suzanne at bay, the knowledge that their father & mother would never recover if they lost one of their daughters, there is still people here who love her so much, losing her would do the same unrepairable damage to them that's be done to her.

But... if that rage overtakes the devil & she acts on it... the angel will go with her. Ann has always been at Suzanne's side, always, the term 'Ride or Die' fit the amount of loyalty they had to each other. So if Suzanne goes on a war path, Ann is going to follow her through it. They might not survive, but they will do damage unreversible to the Heaven that betrayed them & their own First Man, & the Hell that took him from this existence.

#dickmeister #ann yang li fiorenobila {heavenly holy maiden}#suzanne ying li fiorenobila {divine empress of night}#『v!afterlife reign』#read more for length

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vixlenxe · 10 months ago

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Giggling away at her vanity, Ivy can see the reflection of her fiancé in it's mirror, as he loosely tied a bowtie around his collar. The Warrior of Light's chuckles drawing his attentions as he did.

"Am I tying this wrong?" Haurchefant could only ask, unsure what the laugher was for, & it was the only think that he could think of. And she only shook her head. "You brother will have a fit seeing you've tied your collar that way." Funny, how Ivy only said 'your brother', considering he had two, but knew exactly which of whom she meant. Only one of his brothers was uptight in that regard, & it was certainly not the younger.

"Artoirel will learn to let it slide, unless he wishes to skip the family dinner he arranged." That made Ivy truly laugh. She knew Artoirel nearly as well as Haurchefant, & he wouldn't do such a thing, just merely be upset his half-brother & get over it. It was just a small dinner for the Fortemps to catch up with their so-to-be sister & daughter in law, the didn't need to dress to the nines in their best wears, as if this was some ball. It was enough to make Ivy slip back into her old red off-shoulder Ishgardian dress & mind her choice of jewelry & makeup, a little red lipstick & some golden earrings, but not much more. Oh, right! Her necklace, long & slender digits quickly shifted through her vanity drawers, plucking out a long black box, inscribed with the name 'Ivy de Fortemps' upon it. Her gold chain pearl necklace. It would be perfect. To wear this along with her ring, & show her father & brother in laws the many ways she & Haurchefant adored each other.

The man in question, of course, saw Ivy as she withdrew that familiar box from her vanity, & the sight of her putting that necklace on with propose, with the ring he had also chosen for her still on her finger, made his heart burst in his chest.

"Are you going to wear that, lumière étoiles?" The knight asked, voice only filled with hopeful delight, after striding over closer to her & resting his large hands on the sides of her shoulders. "Is there any reason I shouldn't?" The warrior retorted with her own question, a smile reflecting in the mirror as she clipped the necklace in place around her neck. "Goodness no, you can wear anything you please, & look positively splendid all the while!" He beamed. "It merely... fills me with so much joy to see on you, along side your ring."

The honest confession made Ivy's eyes drift towards Haruchefant's own hand in the mirror's reflection. And indeed, there sat his own ring, the mirror to her own, the sign that this man was hers & hers alone. It made her heart flutter like the wings of a butterfly.

"... You know what, now is as good a time as any." And, as if on a sudden note, Ivy switched gears, once more leaning over to look through the drawers of her vanity, searching for something that had the taller elezen's interest pecked by her choice of words. 'Now is as good a time as any'? What in Halone name did she have hidden away?

From one of her drawers, Ivy plucked out a black box, similar to the other she had withdrew, but not quite as long, & with a bold letter 'H' engraved on it in silver print. With it in hand, she stood up from her chair before the mirror, walked around it & presented it to her beloved. Haurchefant blinked at the box, & then at Ivy.

"I was saving this for a special occasion, but this seems more then special enough." The Warrior of Light smiled. "For you." And then held out the box to the knight.

The visual in itself of the situation drew back memories from Ivy's own nameday. And though he dared not hope for such an act in return, he also knew the woman before him better then most & it was jaw dropping. But he kept his composer, taking the box from Ivy & opening it.

The interior had been careful lined with threads of silver in swirling fashions, dots of white crossing it, giving the image of a snowstorm to the inside of the box, but the true blessing lay at the center. A silver feather brooch aligned with small diamonds & with a small white pearl clinging to it's stem. A silver feather pearl brooch.

Haurchefant's mouth could only hang open for a lengthy pause. In both, admiring the beauty of this lovely piece of jewelry, but also knowing well what the gem of choice meant & why she choose it. "By The Fury... Ivy... Ivy, it is beautiful." He words leave him in awe-struck breaths. "When did you..." "During the Blossom Festival." The shorter elezen smiled as she began. "I decided to make the most of my time on the island, I've been wanting to get you a pearl too since you gave me this one." Her hand drifted over her necklace, rubbing the center pearl between her fingers. "Being there in Makoto to dance at the Festival was the prefect time. The council was overeager to show me towards their best pearl sellers when I mentioned it after meeting with them." Her head tilted as her smiled cracked a bit & became a bit cheeky. "I choose a silver feather for my Knight of the Silver Fuller."

His smiled returned full bright hearing of this all, mumbling a 'but of course' to himself. Ivy always makes the most of everything. "I love it, Ivy. Positively adore it! I can not possibly thank you enough for this loving & gracious gift."

The warrior's ocean eyes glowed with a swell of love, hands reaching up & cupping her husband-to-be's cheeks, nothing but the sweet adoration the two had for each other reflecting in teal & blue orbs.

"If you want to thank me, you can wear it to your family's dinner." Ivy suggested to him.

"A splendid idea!" And Haurchefant agreed ever so eagerly, leaning his head down to share a loving kiss with his beloved. He knew already the questions such a gem would raise. The Fortemps were rich house & no stranger to gemstones of varying kinds, but pearls in Ishgard were a rarity, & Haurchefant knew his father, if not Emmanellain, would sure to be curious.

Thus did Ivy pluck the brooch from it's rest place, smoothing out an area on Haurchefant's chosen vest with her hand, before carefully pinning it to the article to his person. A proud smile filling both of their lips, & a clutter of butterflies in their chest springing free.

"Thank you, lumière étoiles. I love you."

"I love you too... my silver feather~"

#drabbles [endless chapters for an endless adventure]#ivy quenderlain; ic [warrior of light]#haurchefant; ic [knight of the silver fuller]#『you lived and died with my heart in your hands ❤️ ivyxhaurchefant』#read more for length

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iudcx · 10 months ago

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wcrden asked:

he doesn't show for a couple of days; neither at neuvillette's home, nor the palais mermonia, though should he inquire with any meropide staff, they are likely to inform that all is well, the duke just happens to be horrendously busy due to a number of individually tame incidents cropping up at once.

He was happy to hear, at the very least, that the matters that tied Wriothesley's hands to the fortress were not too dire. The matter of work keeping them busy was something that was to be expected in their professions and in the coming years, he expected such incidents to happen more frequently than not. Cases that would require more of the iudex's attention or matters of the fortress that would have its Duke unable to leave. He would never expect to take precedent over work just like he never expected Wriothesely to ask him to drop all of his and pay attention to him.

Still, absolutely no harm would come from him visiting him, just to see if he was doing well.

The sun was very low on the horizon when he descended the stairs to the underwater station and by the time he arrived at the fortress' front doors, it would have long descended as well. He made himself known to the guards and the front clerk and informed them he was here for a meeting with the Duke. He didn't need an escort as he was well aware where his office was and made his way as inconspicuously as he could to its main doors. They opened with their usual tired, metallic groan and Neuvillette expected at least some sort of acknowledgment from the overhead office but when he was met with silence, he grew curious.

Quietly, he ascended, finding a Wriothesley now deep in slumber hunched over his desk, surrounded by paperwork and documents he usually didn't find him in. He stared, bewildered for a moment but soon quietly approached and a soft sigh escaped his lips. It didn't seem like he was taking care of himself as well as he had hoped and if anything indicated his exhaustion, it was that he had fallen asleep so early and amidst work. It wouldn't do to wake him and to scold him, it wouldn't do to just let him sleep hunched over his desk either. Neuvillette crouched before him and pondered, watch his peaceful, sleeping features and came to a conclusion; he would make sure he slept through the night and have a peaceful morning before returning to work, dealing with his tasks with a clear and level head.

He picked him up, carefully and with all the care in the world and cradled him in his arms. If he awoke while moved, he didn't indicate and the dragon took that to mean he was fine to proceed. He brought him into his cramped and small cabin, laid him on his bed and began to pull the most uncomfortable clothing off of him; his boots, his chains, unwrapping his bandages lest he roll over too restlessly in bed and tightened them and left him only with his shirt and his trousers. Then, he repeated the same for himself and laid down next to him, turning the duke around so he could face him. He doubted he was still truly and deeply asleep, knowing just how much of a light sleeper he was but at the very least he still seemed to be dozing. Neuvillette smiled, brushed his hair off his forehead and pressed his lips gently against his, a kiss that was a feather's touch, meant to assure his sleeping mind rather than wake and he wrapped his arm around his middle.

❝Rest well, my beloved.❞

#wcrden #( inquiries addressed ; asks )#read more for length

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edgarwayne · 1 year ago

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During a winter outing Nathan and Edgar have an important talk.

@ghostsbrokenbyfairytales

nathan laughed at the description. "if i wanted to do a full romance scene i would've swept you off your feet and went straight home to do what i said instead but you've still got a big ouchie so it's best to keep your feet on the ground right now." when edgar squeezed his hand it made him realize something, pausing his laughter to look at their hands. "i'm sorry. i should've asked i uh, i hope this is okay?"

"Mr. Big Strong Firefighter thinks he can carry me all the way back to the flat? I'd almost say prove it, but we both know that's a terrible idea." At the question Edgar looked down at their hands and nodded. "Yeah. Although….it's not very friendship-y of us," he pointed out with a smile. Not that he wanted to let go.

“oh i don’t think i can i know i can and just for that when you’re back to one hundred percent again i will prove it.” nathan grinned confidently knowing he absolutely could if he wanted to. he shrugged slightly but also didn’t let go when edgar said that, instead walking closer to the other. “i mean.. we don’t have to be official to like do.. date.. things. people go on dates and do coupley stuff before becoming official all the time so.. why can’t we?” maybe that was his way of saying he didn’t mind calling all of this a date, it sure felt like one even if they were still waiting on nathan. “sorry, maybe i said too much.”

Edgar scoffed. "Oh, you're so on. As soon as I get the all clear from the clinic, you're carrying me home." He bit his lip as he mulled over what Nathan said. "No, don't apologize. I….I want to do that. I'm…" he let out a sigh. Well, they did promise on talking later. Now was as good of a time as any. He also moved closer so that they were essentially brushing shoulders as they moved. "I just worry about blurring the lines too much. That if there isn't an obvious end goal you…might not want to get better." Swallowing the lump in his throat, Edgar's gaze dropped down to their feet as they continued walking.

he originally wanted to wait to have this conversation but it started slipping out faster than he could stop himself so he nodded along to what edgar was saying. “i understand,” nathan finally said, “i do want to get better though. i don’t… like relying on alcohol to solve my problems.” mostly because he knows it’s created more problems than solving to begin with. “i just, i don’t know, it was easier to quit last time and there wasn’t the looming threat of death before and now i’m like i guess afraid to admit that i’ve started thinking what’s the point..” he admitted with a sigh also looking down at their feet as they walked.

Edgar stayed quiet for a few moments, letting what Nathan said really sink in. The very reason they met was because they were both drinking at the bar, for what surmounted to more or less the same reason. "I ask myself that a lot. I'm scared, bloody terrified even, of what the future will hold. If there even is a future. But," he paused to reorganize his thoughts. "There are so many amazing people I have met in this town. People who have helped me feel more alive than I have in years, ironically enough. So if our time is cut shorter than it would have been anywhere else, well…I want to say that I at least enjoyed it all to its fullest."

nathan smiled softly at edgar. “i’m glad you have those people. i don’t have a lot of people that make me feel that way but…” he paused and squeezed his hand softly, “i guess there’s a few people i can say make me feel that way at least.” he ended up sighing though, taking a sip from his drink again then added. “i dont even know where to start when it comes to quitting at this point.”

"You might not have a lot, but there are still people in your life that care about you. Not just me." Edgar returned the hand squeeze. He took a sip of his own drink, needing the caffeine to help keep his thoughts in order. He offered a sheepish smile as Nathan admitted he didn't know where to start. "So….please don't be mad. I might have been….doing a little bit of research at the library. Most of the books I've found strongly recommend seeking professional help first and foremost. Medical and psychological. But for things we can do now, well, it seems like setting limits for yourself is a good starting place. I also ran into a lot of references to 'triggers' and trying to avoid them."

nathan smiled again and nodded slightly, edgar was right he didn’t need a lot of people in his life to care about him. the few people that already did was enough. his eyebrow raised when he said not to be mad and wondered what he was about say then chuckled as he shook his head. “okay so..” he bit the inside of his cheek now, “what if i don’t know what my triggers are?” well there was one he could think of, seeing edgar in that state the day of the earthquake was definitely a trigger. “or what if one i cant exactly.. help. cause it doesn’t rely on me necessarily..?”

He let out a long exhale, professor brain going into overdrive as he thought over the problem. "Well, have you ever noticed when something particular happens that makes you want to drink? Or that being around particular people or places have that effect on you?" Edgar looked over to Nathan at that last question, brows furrowed. "It sounds like you already have something in mind. If you don't feel comfortable telling me I understand. It's just…harder to help you come up with a plan if I don't know all the details." Still, he shook his head. "But that's okay. You could always try journaling? I find that helps a lot to give myself perspective. Maybe that could help you too?"

he shook his head. “not that i’ve noticed no.” realizing they were still walking he pulled edgar off to a nearby bench to sit down, especially since they were close enough to the video store at this point it didn’t matter. “i mean obviously being at the bar makes me wanna drink but that’s the only thing i can think of place wise.” he may have had a suspicion of people but didn’t want to admit that so moved on. “well.. honestly seeing you that day in that state was… a lot.” nathan admitted in a mumble. he didn’t want edgar to think it was his fault because the stress on top of that day was an added affect. “i feel selfish just saying that because it’s not like you could’ve avoided it, you saved people and yet here i am saying that shit triggered my drinking more god that sounds so fucking rude.” he put his drink down on the bench and put his face into his hands letting out a long shakey sigh. “yeah i guess i can give that a shot or something.”

As they sat down, Edgar kept his gaze on Nathan, expression neutral, open. He wanted the other man to know that no matter what he said he wasn't going to be judged. "Hey," he said gently. Setting down his own cup, Edgar reached to tug away the other's hands, then nudged Nathan's face up and towards him so they could see one another's eyes. "You're not selfish or rude, so don't ever think that. You might be one of the most selfless people I know. You're a firefighter for christ's sake. You help people Nathan. What you're describing, that's trauma. I can only begin to imagine how terrifying it is to see someone you love hurt like I was. I don't regret it, I protected my students like I was supposed to, but I do regret how much it hurt the people that matter to me. If the roles were reversed I can't even tell you how I'd have handled it. Not well, that much I can assure you. So stop beating yourself up over this, please."

He leaned their foreheads together, just taking a few moments to breathe. "Do my injuries still make you want to drink?" Moving back slightly, Edgar guided one of Nathan's hands to the hem of his sweater, indicating for him to put his hand inside. "It's not what you think," he added with a small smile. "I want you to feel my heart beat, and the sweater's kind of in the way. But the point is, I'm alive. I'm okay and I'm breathing." Funny how he had this exact same talk with Kirby only a few weeks prior. "My injuries were bad, and I won't ever fully heal from them, but I'm alive."

when he felt edgar’s hands pulling at his hands nathan hesitated for a moment but gave in quickly, letting him nudge his face to look at him and took another shakey breath. “i know you don’t regret it.” he said with a small chuckle but cracked a smile. “it just scared the shit out of me i guess, knowing that i just confessed to you that i’m in love with you then almost had you ripped away from me that quickly. it felt like the universe was telling me i was some sort of bad luck charm…” first it was mia taking away their son because of his drinking and then the moment he said he’d start working on himself and quit again edgar had gotten hurt.

he shook his head against his forehead, “no they don’t. i guess now i’ve been drinking because it feels.. normal?” though it doesn’t make him act normal. he took a breath, this one less shakey as he slowly felt himself calming down again at his words. “i know you are, i remind myself of that constantly. when i think about it i just tell myself that it could’ve been worse.”

"Well," he said with a small smile. "I guess the Universe, or Fate, or God, or whomever has a pretty bad sense of humor. It's a bit homophobic if you ask me." Edgar hoped the joke would help to lighten some of the mood.

He tilted his head at Nathan's wording. "Normal? How do you mean?" Edgar leaned in once more, this time capturing the other's lips. Pulling back, he gave smile. "Think of that instead of Halloween. I'd argue kisses are preferable."

nathan chuckled. “yeah i guess they do huh?” he was about to answer when edgar kissed him, kissing him back eagerly and sighed contently when he pulled back. “i’m sure as hell gonna try and think about that instead because you’re right, i do prefer that.” he ran a hand through his hair now knowing he had to answer the question. “as for normal i guess i mean like.. i’ve been drinking for so long at this point that it feels like i can’t end my day without a beer or something.” nathan admitted sheepishly. “i know it’s not healthy or normal at all i’ve been through this once before this time just feels harder for some reason.”

He nodded, biting his lip in thought. "Is it just the one beer every night? Or does one turn into a lot more?" Edgar frowned at Nathan's word use again. "Stop using such negative language Nate. If you keep saying it's not healthy, not normal, of course you're going to struggle. Okay, yes, it's not the…healthiest lifestyle choice. Welcome to your 40s where you start to feel every drink a bit harder and your body feels ready to pop out of place at any time. But focusing on all the negative is only going to make it so much harder to motivate yourself."

“usually the one turns into more unless i’m at home and out of drinks.” nathan blinked in surprise at edgar, he wasn’t expecting him to say all of that and yet it felt oddly comforting. “okay..” he said quietly with a slight laugh, “okay i promise i’ll get better at not being so negative about it.” though he knew that was going to be hard and take some getting used to. “maybe tough love will help, a good smack anytime i refer to it negatively.” nathan joked hoping itd land well.

"Okay," he said slowly. "We have a place to start. Let's work on limiting your nightly drinks. I can't imagine cutting cold turkey will do any good. So let's say," he paused to think. "No more than 3 beers. And I mean beer. If you have something heavier as a night cap, limit that to….2." It wasn't perfect, but surely it was at least manageable.

Edgar smiled, appreciating the attempted joke. "I don't know. I feel like you would like it too much if I hit you. Might cause mixed signals."

nathan nodded. “i think i can do that yeah, seems like a fair trade to start leaning myself off the dependency.” he was going to try and do less than that but it was a good compromise for now until he could rely on it less.

“hey i-“ he had to pause and scratched his chin as he though on it. “actually i’m not sure, you could be right. i do kinda wanna find out now though.”

It was a relief that Nathan was willing to try the suggestion. Edgar knew it wasn't going to be an easy road to sobriety, but he would be there to support the other every step of the way. At the admission he did let out a laugh, however. "Maybe later," he teased. "Let's go back to what I said earlier first. Seeing a professional. Will you at least consider going to the clinic? Or I've heard there are a few therapists in town. You know there's no shame in asking for help."

nathan laughed as well at the tease and nodded, running a hand through his hair then picked up his drink again. “what would the clinic even do for me?” ignoring the mention of therapists. he knew there was no shame but he’d rather avoid that option and use it more as a last resort than anything. “i’d rather go there first but i just don’t know what they’d even do considering supplies and shit or whatever.”

He took a sip of his own drink, hating that Nathan probably had a point. "I know there's medication that can help curb the craving, but you might be right that they might not have it. But also…" Edgar took a deep breath, bracing himself for what might be the hardest part of this talk. "I read that alcohol withdrawal can be pretty severe. It…it might be good to have the clinic keep an eye on you during the process. Especially since this has been going on for years."

“right…” he remembered the withdrawals he went through the first time he quit but that one was more severe on account of quitting alcohol and drugs. “well, how about we wait and see? maybe if i slowly get myself off of it this time the withdrawals won’t be so bad and the clinic might not be needed at all.” nathan just hoped he was able to actually do that.

Edgar nodded in agreement. "But if it gets too bad you'll see them, right? Please?"

nathan chewed on the inside of his cheek realizing it was a nervous habit of his before nodding. “okay. yeah if i can’t do it on my own i’ll see them.”

Letting out a sigh of relief, Edgar gave a small smile. "I'm glad. And maybe try to avoid the bar? At least as best as you can?"

he nodded again. “yeah i guess i can try and avoid there yeah.” that one might be tougher for nathan but he’d try.

"Okay, last one, and then we can keep going. What can I do to help? And please, don't just say 'heal up' or 'be yourself.' I really want to support you Nathan, be there for you." Edgar's eyes searched the other's face, expression pleading.

god dammit anytime edgar used that expression nathan always had a hard time arguing about anything. sighing he shrugged, “i’m gonna be honest i’m not sure.” he finally admitted. “last time i went through this i didn’t really have the support so i don’t actually know what you can do to help.”

Great. That wasn't much to go on. "Well, is there anything I can do different? Do more of? Less of?"

“not really?” nathan bit his lip now and looked at edgar. “i know spending time with you makes things easier, the urge to drink isn’t as prominent.”

Edgar also bit his lip, thinking back to their conversation earlier. "You…mentioned wanting to do more dating things. Would…would that help? Instead of waiting entirely until you're ready?"

nathan paused to think on it for a moment, almost as if he was having an internal debate with himself. when he was ready he took his free hand to grab edgar’s free one. “i know the idea of doing those things makes me happy and when i’m happy the thought of drinking isn’t really there.” he finally said looking at the other with a smile

He looked into Nathan's eyes, searching, before giving a slow nod. "Okay. Okay, yeah." After a moment Edgar returned the smile. "I'm glad we were able to finally talk. Really talk, you know?"

it felt like forever until edgar said something back and smiled, making nathan let out a small sigh of relief. “me too, i’m.. i’m sorry it took so long.” he said sheepishly.

Edgar shook his head at the apology. "It's okay, really. The fact we're having this conversation at all means the world to me. And I'm proud of you, for even taking this step."

he smiled at the words and leaned over to kiss edgar softly, pulling away to rest his forehead on the others. “thank you for not just giving up on me either..” nathan said quietly.

Edgar returned the kiss, smiling against the other's lips. "I'd never dream of it," he whispered. "Are you ready to keep moving? You're probably freezing."

he chuckled and nodded after pulling away fully now. “the hot coco helped but yes im ready to keep moving. this bench is freezing my ass i did not wear the right pants.” nathan laughed as he stood up, holding his hand out to edgar to help him stand if he needed it, or just to take it and hold, either worked for him.

#drug abuse mention #alcoholism tw #read more for length #honestly we were just trying to do a cute not-date based on meme day answers and these two decided it was the best time to have The Talk #so here ya go #feel free to ask for a tldr #no really you can ask for a tldr #these two had a lot of words #(skipping the date aspect)#musing #ft. nathan

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heroftruth · 1 year ago

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Guidelines -

General. I am multiverse, not timeline locked, duplicate friendly, and multiship. 'Main verse' indicates the black canon with Hilda being Reshiram's chosen. Interactions within this are flexible! I will interact with multiples of characters, same world, your world, etc. Other verses such as my white verse follow white canon and have Hilda as Zekrom's chosen. This was created specifically for instances where canons conflict with other unova characters.

If something conflicts, just shoot me a message. I guarantee you I will not be upset and will be completely open to developing a solution.

Messaging. If we are mutuals you can dm me and ask for my discord. If you have a plot idea, interaction idea, something to share, or even just a meme or pet pic you can dm me anytime. I like to share pet pics with people if they are cool with it myself lol.

Ships. Romantic relationships exist within their own verses and I will only romantically ship with one of each character. For example, there is a ship of Hilda and twilighttheater's Red, so I won't romantically ship with another Red but am absolutely open to other dynamics with other Reds. Everyone brings something different to their characters.

Duplicates. I am completely open to interacting with other Hilda/Hilbert/bw protag muses. It's fun to see how things differ to me. Events, other plots, & AUs. I generally do not reference events or other plots with people unless they were in that event or were a part of/going to be a part of that plot just out of respect. If we both did an event and we want to go back to something with it or reference it I am chill with that and will tag the event for those that weren't a part of it to filter. Same goes with plots like Ghetsis overtaking Unova for example, people involved in it are welcome to interact with it & I will tag. I do this out of respect for people's lore and also to allow filtering. Same goes for Royal Ball AU with friends and my friends' Ultra Space campaign. Events, specific plots, and AUs are tagged for filtering and accessibility. Triggers. I am a healthcare worker in emergency medicine. I love talking about emergency medicine and don't mind sharing knowledge at all with people for writing purposes. I don't mind writing illnesses and injuries. However, narrative descriptions of things like cardiac arrests, cpr, and death are triggering due to ptsd from working the pandemic. It's one of those things I can talk about from a science aspect but can not write or read descriptions of it happening. I will always tag 'tw medical' for anything medical and always am willing to add trigger tags to anything if needed for others.

#includes ships duplicates events & aus and tiggeres #read more for length #to add to my pinned post as a more accessible rules page

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tohexwithit · 2 years ago

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Wishlist (Canons)!

OCs will come later. For now...

Willow

School struggles

S1 threads where she's still on rocky terms with Amity

Hexsquad antics

Maybe I'll plot a ship with someone's Hunter, maybe not. I do ship it, but I'm anxious about approaching people for shipping.

Boscha

Grudgby practice, anyone?

Exploring her false friendship with Amity (and eventual fallout with Skara if anyone RPs her)

...Or she could just bully your muse.

Viney

I WANT HER TO INTERACT WITH A CAMILA. Beast Keeping and healing? Sounds like she needs to talk with a veterinarian!

Your muse got sent to detention? She knows that feeling.

Vitimir

Interactions with other coven heads.

Interactions with Belos, himself

I love the idea of the Coven Heads babysitting Hunter, so maybe something with that?

...Grouchiness

Emira

We never got to see her interest in wild magic, but she is a multitrack student. I want to explore that.

Family stuff

Bat Queen

I just wanna write her, my dudes

#read more for length #wishlist

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liroyalty · 10 months ago

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The second generation of dragons to come after the 6 Conquering Dragons, is nearly as well documented as the first, as these were the dragons seen as the starting point of the original Big 3 Dragonriding Family's origin into actually becoming dragonriders. The Big 3 originals consistent of the Royal House of Kronascre, House Black & House Kresnica, in which the royal house wedded their daughters Princess Anastazija & Princess Helenana to the lords of House Black & House Kresnica & gifted the offspring dragon eggs to hatch in their newborn's cribs. While being the second most important generation, their profiles vary greatly, as some did great deeds, while others were simply pets & egg markers.

The Dragons Hatched by House Black -

Daemamyx, who was hatched by Alfonz R. Black, Firstborn Son & later Lord of the House

Evax, who was hatched by Mirjam B. Black, Firstborn Daughter

Vallei, who was hatched by Ivana Y. Black, Secondborn Daughter

Oranžnokrilo, who was hatched by Srečko I. Black, Secondborn Son

Candifyre, who was hatched by Teoij H. Black, Thirdborn Son

The Black Family's final daughter(thirdborn) would not hatch a dragon egg, but would tame her mother's she-dragon Valrgon later in life after Anastazija's death

The Dragons Hatched by House Kresnica -

Duke, who was hatched by Ajatana F. Kresnica, Firstborn Daughter

Nerayx, who was hatched by Frančiška A. Kresnica, Secondborn Daughter

Terrax, who was hatched by Katarina C. Kresnica, Fourthborn Daughter

Sapphire, who was hatched by Lenarj W. Kresnica, Secondborn Son

The Kresnica Family would also have two children(2 daughters, their thirdborn & their fifthborn) who would not hatch a dragon egg & never bond with a dragon. Jadran N. Kresnica, Firstborn Son & later Lord of the House, would also not hatch a dragon, but would tame his mother's she-dragon Skya later in life after Helenana's death

The Dragons Hatched by the Royal House Kornascre -

Skya, who was hatched at the very end of the 6 Conquering Dragons era, by the 2nd Princess Helenana L. od Kronascre, who would later become the Lady of House Kresncia

Rayzyx, who would be hatched by Dalibor II, Crown Prince & Dragon's Heir, later the third King of Dracondia Scre

Cynder, who would be hatched by Svetlana, 1st Princess of Dracondia Scre

Havel, who would be hatched by Imrich, 2nd Prince of Dracondia Scre

Zeleno, who would be hatched by Samuel, 3rd Prince of Dracondia Scre

Asha, who would be hatched by Riško, 4th Prince of Dracondia Scre

The Royal House also had a 5th Prince, Tadeáš, but he would fail to hatch his dragon egg & would tame Aerolon as a young boy

Skya

Skya was actually the first dragon of the next generation to be hatched, & a royal dragon to boot. She was the mount of the 2nd Princess Helenana L. od Kresnica, before she was married the lord of House Kresnica, & was also first to be hatched of Rozefyre's broodline. Her coloration was that of a bright yellow, with red membranes along her neck & tail, white horns around her face, red eyes & small detailing of black. Skya was expected to be of the same make & build as her mother, so was not expected to be suited for flight until much later in life or battle at all. However, Helenana's strong bond with Skya, proved otherwise & allowed her grow quite quickly, making her able to be rod within a few years. There is some debate as to whether Skya is a dragon of the first generation, as her rider was apart of the first generation of New Dracondian Dragonriders, or if she was the start of the second generation, as she was not hatched along side the other dragons of the first generation on Old Dracondia. Skya lived a long 201 years before her passing, having had 3 riders in total(including Helenana) & left behind what would become the standard of the Rozefyre broodline: a clutch of 3 eggs

Daemamyx

Daemamyx was the next to follow after Skya, though was still many years younger then the she-dragon. He was from the broodline of Valrgon & Aerolon, & the mount of Lord Alfonz R. Black, who would become the Lord of House Black later on. Daemanyx held a light brown coloration, which became a pale brown on his underside, with orange eyes. His wing membranes with a fixed brown color, with dark grey horns around his head & his claws being of a similar color. He was also most known for the hanging skin on his neck, which would vibrate when he roared. House Black often likes to try & rewrite history, saying that Daemamyx was a pure black colored dragon of Valrgon & Senčnokrilo's brood, as he is House Black's most well known dragon. Daemamyx served as the mount of 6 other riders of House Black, including another Lord of the House, & lived a longer lifespan then any of the 6 conquering dragons, 244 years old. He was also a war time dragon during those many years, seeing his riders into combat & bringing them home safely on many occasions & was one of the dragon involved in the ambush & killing of the she-dragon Cynder. Such is why House Black tries to rewrite his lineage as the most honored one of dragonkind, & recolor him as the namesake color of their house.

Evax

Evax followed shortly after Daemamyx, hatched by a year apart from each other, as was her rider, Lady Mirjam B. Black born by a year after her older brother. The she-dragon was one of Rozefyre's 3 offspring she left behind before her passing. Evax had a mostly pure orange coloration, including orange eyes, but with hints of white in the horns around her head, neck, back & at the ends of her wings. There is no outstanding facts or history to Evax, aside from a mention she enjoyed stealing sheep from Dracondian farmers to feast on. For some reason, this is yet another dragon that House Black tries to recolor as a black dragon to suit their house standard name. It's unclear when Evax died or how many riders she had after Mirjam, but she was known to have laid the 3 clutch of eggs the Rozefyre Broodline is known for.

Duke

Duke was expected to be a she-dragon, as he is one of Rozefyre's 3 offspring, & the other two has already hatched & shown to be female. As such, he was given to Lady Ajatana F. Kresnica, only for everyone to be shocked the dragonet within was actually a male dragon. Duke was of a deep red coloration, with orange wing membranes & a large amount of black spikes along his body, as well as having a black pointed tail suited for combat & impressive black horns on his head. His eyes were known to be red as well. He was a very regal looking dragon, so many believed the name of Duke befitting of him. He bonded with his rider all the same, starting a belief that the gender of both the dragon & his rider is not a factor when forming magical bonds. Duke & Ajatana were actually one of the few in House Kresnica that had a strong bond in the early years of the House's history, & many believe it was because of their matching regal personalities. Both Ajatana & Duke were the firstborns of house Kresnica, the firstborn child & firstborn dragon, as such, many expectations were placed on their shoulders, doubly so as three other members of the family fail to hatch their dragon eggs, & they were molded to fit the parts to befit them. Both dragon & rider saw much time in battle, even after Ajatana's death, Duke would be claimed by other riders of house Kresnica & would leave a clutch of 3 eggs behind with his mateship with Valrgon & another 3 with Vallei. He would die later, being the second of two dragons that would be killed by the she-dragon Cynder, after Duke's then-rider challenged Cynder's then-rider to a duel.

Vallei

Vallei was the mount of Lady Ivana Y. Black, a she-dragon of Valrgon & Aerolon's broodline. Vallei was a of a lighter red coloration, with yellow wing membranes, a white underbelly & a mixing of black & white horns along her head. Red spikes also ran along her spine & she had bright yellow eyes. There is little known about Vallei, other then her being described as a 'lazy & wonton dragon', which apparently fitted Ivana perfectly, as she was called 'The Lady of Sleep' & was believed to have spent more of her life sleeping then awake; something that irked the rest of the Black Family to no ends. Vallei lived a very long life, of almost 300 years, one of the longest of dragonkind, & gave birth to many egg clutches from her mateships with Vritrax, Duke, & other younger dragons.

Nerayx

Nerayx was the mount of Lady Frančiška A. Kresnica, a she-dragon of Vritrax's broodline. She had a build very similar to that of Senčnokrilo, making some believe that she was actually from his broodline instead. Her coloration was a deep green, with hints of brown on her neck & wing-membranes, her horns were a deep grey & her eyes were a jade green. Nerayx & Frančiška were a pair who were notorious for having a strained magical bond, as the she-dragon & her rider did not agree on most things. When Frančiška wanted to go for a fly, Nerayx did not & would refuse to take to the sky, when Nerayx did want to fly, she would often leave without word or disregard she rider's command not to move. Frančiška's inability to control her dragon made her the laughing stock of the Big 3 Families, & she often yelled out her woes to Nerayx, resulting in screaming & roaring matches between the two. Nerayx would later form a mateship with the much younger dragon Sapphire, both resulting in both dragons no longer listening to their riders, & many clutches of eggs being born between the two.

Rayzyx

Rayzyx was the second royal mount of the second generation, & was the first dragon of Valrgon & Senčnokrilo's broodline to be hatched. He was the mount of the second Crown Prince of Dracondia Scre & third King, Dalibor T. od Kronascre II; who named after his Grandfather. Many were hoping that the offspring of Valrgon & Senčnokrilo would produce a dragon with a black coloration like his broodfather's, but were surprised when Rayzyx appeared with neither black or red scales as him primary color, but instead bronze scales for his primary with only spots of red, with traces of white on his underbelly & blue along his wing membranes; his eyes were red. He was mostly known for the third horn that stuck out on his forehead & cured backwards. Rayzyx was called 'The Bronze Fury', as he was to become no stranger to war times throughout his life, even as a still growing dragonet, he was often involved in his rider's squabbles with his siblings & their bonded dragons.

Cynder

Cynder was the mount of 1st Princess Svetlana H. od Kronascre, & was from the broodline of Valrgon & Aerolon. This she-dragon's coloration was a deep purple, with a magenta underbelly & wing membranes, as well as white horns around her face & blue eyes. The 1st Princess was the only daughter the Dragonlord would ever have at the time, as thus, she bonded extremely heavily with Cynder & adored her beyond measure, the only other female the princess had in her life besides her mother, resulting in Cynder growing the fastest of the second generation. Cynder was once regarded as the 4th & then 5th largest dragon in New Dracondian history, but has sense been knocked down from both titles. Svetlana was often caught in the middle of the fighting between her 5 brother, & was the only one who could dismantle the fighting without it coming to violence, & that was in no small part because of Cynder, whom stood loyally by her rider's side when possible; if the 5 brother's love & protectiveness for their only sister did not stop them, Cynder's imposing figure & ear piercing roar did. Cynder also fought in wars later in life, including a civil war with her second rider, in which she is successfully killed two other dragons & their riders(in two separate battles), before dying herself in another battle by being ambushed by four other dragons at once, one of which included one of the 6 conquering dragons, Vritrax. Cynder has hench been called historically as 'The Monster that Scared other Monsters'.

Oranžnokrilo

Oranžnokrilo was the mount of Lord Srečko I. Black & of Valrgon & Senčnokrilo's broodline. Oranžnokrilo was name both, for his primarily orange coloration & after his broodfather. He also had pink horns & spikes going down his spine & tail, & bloodshot red eyes. He was a very thin & slender dragon with a small wingspan, making him more of a flyer then a fighter. So while he had no the size that made him an ideal war-time dragon, he did have the speed. While most of his life, he has no outstanding feats, especially while under his first rider Srečko, he was later remarked as one of the four dragons used to ambush & kill the she-dragon Cynder. Oranžnokrilo & his then-rider were famously used as the bait the lure Cynder & her then-rider away from the battlefield & into the spot of the ambush, as Oranžnokrilo, then later in life, was to small & shift to reliably be caught by the much larger & slower Cynder.

Havel

Havel was the royal dragon hatched from one of the two eggs from Nasiluna, & was the mount of the 2nd Prince Imrich Z. od Kronascre. He was a large white dragon of mostly that single shade of white, safe for the slightly dark grey of his wing membranes & his azure blue eyes. He was called 'White Death' in his prime, as he would become a well experienced war dragon. He once held the title as the 5th largest dragon in New Dracondian history, but has sense been knocked down from that title. Like with the other 4 princes & their dragons, Havel was there for Imrich while he got into often arguments with his brothers, & stood fast to defend him, expect for when Svetlana & Cynder appeared, or when Riško & Asha were present; as all of the royal dragons were terrified of Cynder & Asha was his only brood-sister, whom it seemed he could never bring himself to harm. After Imrich, Havel would have 2 other riders, & it is with his third rider he would die with, as three other dragonriders would bring them down from the skies together during a civil war. Havel would die at the age of 102, leaving no eggs behind.

Zeleno

Zeleno was a royal dragon of Valrgon & Aerolon's broodline, & the mount of the 3rd Prince Samuel A. od Kronascre. His coloration of a bright green, in which he was named after, being nearly entirely green, safe for the ends of his wings being a pale yellow. It's believed he is a rare dragon that inherited his coloration from his parents, the parent in question in this case being Aerolon. Zeleno was like other royal dragons of the time, in which he participated in the feud between brothers that the 5 Dracondian Princes had, one of which was his rider. Samuel had no particular love for Zeleno, & was noted to have wished he had his Eldest brother Dalibor's dragon Rayzyx instead. Because of such, it's believe the 3rd Prince had a lacking bond with his dragon, & thus is why Zeleno was such a small dragon through most of his life. Zeleno did not take another rider after Samuel, & instead spent the rest of his years with his life-long & much bigger mate, Asha.

Terrax

Terrax was the mount of Lady Katarina C. Kresnica, & was of the broodline of Vritrax, the first of this bloodline. Terrax was a green scaled dragon, whose coloration become a pale yellow on her underside. She had yellow eyes & had black horns atop her head & at the crown of her wings, she was most known for these black horns, as she has two twin horns on either side of her head & an extra third one as her nose. Having those nose horn made Terrax unable to smell anything, & it was seen as a deformity among dragonkind. She was remarked as being quite small under her first rider, but was quite large by the time she was claimed by her second rider, & was considered a candidate for one of the 5 largest dragons in New Dracondia. Terrax was an impressive wartime dragon with her second rider, during a civil war, making use of her nose horn, as she would ram into other dragons to severely wound them. She was one of the four dragons used to ambush the she-dragon Cynder, using such a method on the large purple monster. Supposedly, Terrax slammed into Cynder so hard at one point, the force broke her nose horn, which would contribute to her death a few months later.

Sapphire

Sapphire was the first egg of the she-dragons Skya's to hatch, making him a descendant of Rozefyre's broodline. He was the mount of Lord Lenarj W. Kresnica & was specifically choose by his mother Helenana for him. He was named after the gem by which his coloration matched, as he was a perfectly all blue dragon. Sapphire & Lenarj had difficultly getting along, as Lenarj was over-eager & stubborn, while Sapphire was lay back & calm. Because of this, Sapphire often ignored his rider's orders & did as he pleased instead. This only worsened after Sapphire & Nerayx becomae mates, in which they often completely ignored their riders & only acted in each other & their own interests. The two dragons ended up having many egg clutches together

Asha

Asha was the royal mount of the 4th Prince, Riško R. od Kronascre, & was the second of only two eggs of the she-dragon Nasiluna. Asha's only brood sibling was Havel, & the two shared the primary color of white scales, but like Havel, Asha was a far more colorful creature, having black scales on her underside & horns, as well as black dotted about her body. She also had a very rich pattern of white black & red along her wings, as well as red neck membranes & a trance of red scales along her face; caped with red eyes. Asha is often called 'The Beauty' for being one of the most beautiful dragons in history. Where her brood brother had no eggs, Asha laid a few clutches in her time with her life-long & much smaller mate Zeleno, assuring the Nasiluna broodline continued, but would take no other riders after Prince Riško. She died at the ripe age of 187.

Candifyre

Candifyre was the final dragon of the second generation, from Vritrax's brodline. She was named for both her light red coloration, & to honor Rozefyre, whom her rider, Teoij H. Black, adored the story of. The she-dragon sported soft blues on the back of her legs, wing membranes, the middle section of her tail & around her face & horns. Light red spikes traveled down her neck & the base of her tail, while her tail ended with the shape of a fish's tail. Not much is known about Candifyre, other then she as known as a small dragon with large wings, making her more fitted to flying then fighting, & that she was a very gentle dragon. Her life ended tragically early, as she was killed by Cynder during the early years of a civil war in Dracondia; the first of two. Historians debate if Cynder killing Candifyre was a tragic accident or purposeful act of malice.

#musings [lore and ideas]#『v!house of the dragonriders』#headcanons [a royal decree!]#read more for length

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shireentheunburnt · 2 years ago

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whispering-collective thread

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Margaery normally hates long days full of traveling but she knows this is all worth it. She wants nothing more than a break from King's Landing. As much as she knows that her duty is being the queen of Westeros, she longs for quiet days from time to time.

She loves being able to speak with people without the protocol of being polite and playing the game of thrones. She wants to have a "normal" conversation without any petty undertones that people can hear from several miles away.

Margaery cringes at the thought as she remains perched in her saddle with her back ram-rod straight. The last thing she wants to do is slouch with all these eyes around her that could report back to Cersei about her daughter in law.

She sneers at the thought as she looks around at her frozen surroundings yet again. She figures she must be close to Winterfell at this point. Or, at least, that's her hope as she looks down at the feet she hasn't been able to feel for hours.

All of a sudden, Margaery hears people in front of her talking about seeing the entrance to Winterfell and she lets out a deep breath of relief as she realizes she'll be able to get off this horse at long last. She will finally be able to put feeling back in her feet!

She doesn't relish the idea of not being able to walk properly after so many hours on a horse but she'll deal with that when she has to. For now, she has to ignore the strong urge to not jump off the horse right now and jump for joy.

Margaery smiles at the thought as she lets her horse guide her through the entrance arch-way. She looks around with open curiosity, having never been to Winterfell before. She can't help the look of wonder on her face, nor does she bother to do so.

She is still smiling when she notices Shireen among those gathered to wait for her arrival. She feels her interest now piqued as she realizes who Shireen is. She had wanted to speak with Tommen's cousin for quite some time and now she gets a chance to do so.

Margaery manages to lightly jump off her horse and tries her hardest to hide her lack of grace at the prospect of regaining the use of her wobbly legs. She can feel a pair of eyes on her as she stamps her feet almost harshly.

Her voice holds a note of amusement when she speaks up only loudly enough for the person watching her to hear. "You know, I've heard it's rude to stare at a visitor openly enough for them to notice the staring, my lady. At least...that's what my grandmother used to tell me."

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Shireen had heard there were newcomers approaching and had made her way through Winterfell’s halls and corridors to see who they were. As the word seemed to be among the castle guards that it was a company of people and not a lone traveller, the child took comfort that it was unlikely to be the red woman making an unwise return to where she had been banished. After all, Jon Snow had told Melisandre she would be executed were she to return, with the distinct impression that approaching the princess now would also carry the same penalty.

The Lord Commander had truly been a pillar for Shireen and her House in their time of need, even considering the actions of her father against him and others...

Shireen would never let the Baratheon house forget the debt they owed him.

Holding her charred stag figurine to her side with one hand as she hitched up her skirt with the other so she wouldn’t trip herself up on it, she half-ran out into the courtyard so she could watch the strangers arrive. With luck, they would be better people than the Boltons... than her father had been in the end.

It was still strange to her that she now stayed in the place Stannis had wished to claim without him; though it was far better, she believed, to be somewhere as a welcome guest and not an invading conqueror. With the army of the dead coming, even matters such as the Iron Throne should be put to one side in the princess’ view. Everyone, regardless of loyalties and old hurts, should band together now for the sake of survival. With luck, that comaraderie would both materialise before the threat arrived, and persevere after the battle was done; but if it didn’t remain... at least they could be alive to argue with one another later.

Getting there shortly before a very pretty lady dismounted her horse, the scarred child stopped in stride to watch, bringing her precious toy to her middle so that she could more easily hold it with both hands. She did not mean to stare, but her curiosity got the better of her. In truth, she had tried to indulge that side of herself as much as possible of late.

It was a comforting distraction when she was able to truly lose herself within it.

Still, the unfamiliar lady was right when she pointed out that gazing so intently at someone one did not know was a rude thing to do. Dipping her head, curtsying as best she could in greeting with her stag protectively in her grip, she spoke apologetically. “I’m sorry, My Lady, My curiosity gets the best of me at times, I did not mean to make you uncomfortable.” Straightening, the girl took a breath, “I am Shireen Baratheon, daughter of... daughter of...” She trailed off for a moment, a pained, haunted look crossing her face as her gaze slipped off to one side.

When she started speaking again, it was far more quietly. “Daughter of Selyse Baratheon.” Saying her father’s name often proved too difficult of recent. Please, My Lady, what is your name? Are you all right? I know the journey here is a difficult one, especially given the season...”

She hoped the woman had managed to stay well, as well as those with her, on their ride here.

#whispering-collective #whisperingcollective #Thank you :-)#I hope this is ok!#read more for length #sorry for the delay.

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vixlenxe · 1 year ago

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But look, it important for Tiffanie to be able to confront both Diabolos & her parents, because they deal in two different sides of her that still remain from her past, even after all the time. Diabolos is the more physical threat, the securing of her future & allowing herself to be open with others. Evault & Jesette are the stunts in her mental & emotional development.

Diabolos is her gaining the rights to her future, as well as her lesson in learning to fully trust others & allowing them to take care of her. If she can't get rid of him now, while having access to The Void, then her future is limited & bleak. And though now, she has the ability to take care of & fight for herself & others, she's still very hesitate to allow others to do things for her & take care of her when she needs it or even lowkey wants it. She still feels guilty about 'burdening others' with her strifes when she should be able to handle it herself now.

Something we've learn about voidsents is that, when they consume another living being's aether(aka their soul), said being doesn't die, they're soul and consciousness live on in the voidsent that consumed them, this is what will happen to Tiffanie should Diabolos gain complete control of her. To kill a voidsent would then in turn kill the souls within it, given, they are on a aether-ly balanced world, like The Source. The Thirdteenth is not aether-ly balanced, & for a voidsent to die on this world would not equal death, merely it would break it apart into the individual beings that comprised it. With this info, the plan will be to allow Diabolos to take over Tiffanie while she is on The Thirdteenth, in which her company will do battle with Diabolos until 'death', & result in the splitting of Diabolos & Tiffanie's souls at last. This, of course put's Tiffanie's very existence completely into the hands of those that go to the void with her(the team now is small, but I imagine that more scions will come with her on her final trip). It will make her realize that she quite literally can't do this one her own, & she needs to put 100% trust into others to both save her life, or end it should this not work. She trusts people to kill her, but not being able to save her own life is a heavy weight because she does not what to burden others with her troubles. This is not a burden for her family & friends, nor will it ever be. This is something they want just as bad, to set Tiffanie free, to save her life, & to subsequently care for her afterwards & forever. It's knowing that she's not burdening these people she calls her family, that they are happy to help & actually are rather scared of losing her, that can let go of that weight, that she doesn't need to do everything by herself. They'd do this thousand times over, gladly, to make sure she gets the future she deserves, because they love her.

Evault & Jesette are the emotional & mental halves. These are the people that have spent 20 years of Tiffanie's life telling her that she is worthless, her existence is a mistake, & that their treatment of her is the best she'll ever get in life. No one will want her, no one will love her, not unless they are getting something out of it. She is a unwanted failure, & it's all she'll ever be. While in most aspects now, she understand that they're wrong. Tiffanie is the Warrior of Darkness now, & the savior of two worlds, there's no way she's a complete failure, 'at least not anymore'. The idea that she still believes she was once a failure is something that I believe speaks for itself: some of Evault & Jesette's 'teachings' still resonates with her. If she's not bringing something into another's life, then she's not worthy of love & care, she must bring something to the table. Unconditional care is something she's not used too, which is way she like to be 'fair' & play things based on 'fairness'. And love is an extremely touchy subject for her as we've seen, as it's very difficult for her to experience romantic love, & she knows little difference between what is romantic & what is just sexual, so when she does experience romance or has romance aimed her way, she gets super confused & retreats into silence like she did for everything when she was young. She's still retreating into silence, she still believes no one will love her in such an intimate way, she still believes that to be loved at all she needs to be worth something or to have something someone wants.

Confronting Evault & Jesette is confronting everything she's been taught, confronting her entire upbrings, confronting things that she still somewhat believes. It's realizing that she has a lot of emotions, some she doesn't always understand, but knowing she shouldn't have to hide from them. It's realizing that people do love her, completely & fully, romantically & unconditionally, even when she can't give anything back, even when she makes life difficult for others around her. It's realizing that her entire childhood was filled with abuse & mistreatment & she's so tired of hiding from it, she doesn't like it but she's also doesn't want to act like it didn't matter & like it didn't happen anymore. She's tired of being silent on things that make her want to scream, she tired of letting these two abusers walk away without punishment, because she once thought 'it didn't matter they abused me, it's just me after all, I don't matter as much as others' because she matter so much to so many people, & to herself now. Her own life matter, not just to others, but to herself, finally.

Diabolos, Evault, Jesette. These are Tiffanie last hurtles to jump over to self growth. They are her biggest ones. And thankfully she has long legs to jump with.

#musings [lore; ideas and aesthetics]#tiffanie quenderlain; headcanon [once a meek maiden; now a shadowbringer]#tiffanie quenderlain; aesthetic [one with the demon within]#read more for length

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mersonwritesstuff · 2 years ago

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“Let’s take your measurements again. Your boss has noticed your clothes have been getting tighter, and doesn’t want you to pass out during the presentation next month.”

Minako seemed just a little offended by the idea that tight clothes would make her pass out, but also found it amusing enough to snicker.

“Alright, if you insist!” She took her clothes off, though seemed to have trouble lowering her skirt. Thankfully, she managed, though the zipper on it would need to be replaced.

“Should we start with your hips?” The tailor suggested. “You were definitely having trouble with that skirt.”

“Yeah, sure. Bask in the glory of my ass getting fatter.” Minako teased.

“With all due respect, Miss Aino, this is just my job.” He took the measuring tape and tried to read the numbers on it. Unfortunately, it was hard to get a good look at them due to his client’s fat rolls.

“Hmm... yes, your hips have definitely grown.” He observed, before writing down the number onto a pad of paper. “Next is your waist.”

The tailor took the measurements on Minako’s waist as well, before moving onto her bust. Hopefully there wasn’t too much change there, as her shirt came off easily enough. Much to the dismay of his professional composure, she giggled a bit upon reaching them, causing him to blush ever so lightly.

“What? I thought this was your job.”

“Oh, right. Sorry.” The tailor cleared his throat. Apparently Minako’s bust had grown, as well. Not enough to make her top uncomfortable, but still significant enough growth to notice.

After the rest of the measurements were taken, he smiled lightly. “It was a pleasure doing business with you, Miss Aino.”

“Awww, thanks. Hopefully we can do this again, at some point.”

The tailor’s face went a bright red as he turned away from her to hide it. Was she gaining weight on purpose?

#read more for length

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grievedifferent · 2 years ago

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// * basically a huge bioshock meta from an old ask on yagami’s now deleted / archived blog

unprompted ask. always accepting!!

🖤 🖤 — an ask for u! ive noticed u often take inspiration from bioshock infinite which i think is So sexy and cool and on point, do you have any thoughts on how certain aspects or quotes remind you of yagami // * @/reastless

** HUGE BIOSHOCK SPOILERS BELOW FOR ALL GAMES!!!! ** LONG POST ** !! !!

now to answer this amazing ask: so hi, let me just say this: i was so excited to get this. i have been wanting to answer it for a while, thus i brought it over to this account to answer. this is a very large concept for me as an ask because there are a lot of quotes that i apply to yagami from both bioshock 1, 2, the dlc minerva’s den, and infinite and its subsequent dlc, as well as many aspects of columbia, rapture, and specifically elizabeth comstock, jack ryan and andrew ryan as characters that i can relate back to yagami in some senses. these aren’t meant to be exact 1:1 comparisons, but there are too many parallels for me to ignore, so i am going to focus on where things align or are relative to yagami from these sources / characters / quotes / etc over how they differ because i feel like, especially if you know the series, we can tell how immensely different in many ways light and jack ryan are for instance based on just … intelligence alone, but there are certain things about jack and especially a few quotes that i feel are very, very applicable to yagami that i will discuss in this post.

let’s start by splitting the games up first ––> we’ll go bioshock, bioshock: infinite, and then the dlc to that which is burial at sea: parts 1 + 2. note: i am leaving out bioshock 2 and its accompanying DLCs for major analysis, but i’ll be adding some quotes i find applicable at the end of this post. i do like those games, but i feel bioshock 1, infinite, and bas are more yagamicore if that makes sense?

i’ll be putting the characters, the quotes from said characters and other characters in-game, and the aspects of the cities that i find relative to yagami in each section. this is where it starts to get very long as a warning …

BIOSHOCK 1: RAPTURE // THE PRODIGAL SON COMES HOME // A TIME TO LIVE + A TIME TO DIE (THE BEGINNING)

aesthetically speaking, i align a lot of the art deco style that rapture provides, as well as the feeling of utter containment, to the center of kira’s kingdom / the idea of kira’s kingdom as yagami projects it to be both in his lifetime and post his inevitable death. the use of blues, grey, whites, blacks, as well as the colors that pop in the city itself are just very appealing and something i can see, as i said, being utilized in the more “central core” of kira’s kingdom. the closer you get to the center, the more it shifts from that “infinite” feel to that “rapture” feel. there is definitely an in-between sector, but that’s for another post tbh. i think it’s also worth nothing that ryan keeps himself in the core of hephaestus in rapture, which is very hot and very red, and very yagami imo.

the concept of the parasites / andrew ryan’s paranoia / escaping the traditional views of society –– ryan and yagami hold very similar views of those that they deem “unworthy”. yagami refers to them by the end as scum. he could easily call them parasites. they both hold a disdain for those that hinder progress and are small minded, lazy, or unwilling to better themselves.

the great man complex / no gods, no kings, only man / the projection of the self into godhood –– ryan does not intend to make himself a god, as he rejects all forms of god, while yagami seeks to be a god, but there is relation to the way ryan presents himself in the decor of rapture. your first introduction in the lighthouse is a large statue of andew ryan’s bust staring down at you, “encouraging” you to go into the bathysphere. the first contact you “make”, aside from atlas (technically), is the video that is presented to you as a welcome service. it is andrew ryan’s speech:

“I am Andrew Ryan, and I’m here to ask you a question. Is a man not entitled to the sweat of his brow? ‘No!’ says the man in Washington, 'It belongs to the poor.’ 'No!’ says the man in the Vatican, 'It belongs to God.’ 'No!’ says the man in Moscow, 'It belongs to everyone.’ I rejected those answers; instead, I chose something different. I chose the impossible. I chose… Rapture, a city where the artist would not fear the censor, where the scientist would not be bound by petty morality, Where the great would not be constrained by the small! And with the sweat of your brow, Rapture can become your city as well.”

i believe that yagami would have a similar concept, and while he would not so openly show his identity, he would project kira as the ultimate law / the judge, jury, and executioner, with very distinct aesthetic choices aligned to the concept of “kira” / the use of the letter k / the use of the “eyes” (such as eckleburg’s eyes in gatsby … the eyes of god).

how powerful is the concept of a dream? and can one build the impossible? –– we see ryan struggle immensely with his dream, and if he is willing to do whatever it takes to save his city, even go against his own word and belief to save it, or if he is to stand by his word, thus letting his city fall entirely to ruin.

the jack ryan effect / the prodigal son returns / a soldier to be activated –– there is an entire central aspect to the idea that jack was created.

“You think you have memories. A farm. A family. An airplane. A crash. And then this place. Was there really a family? Did that airplane crash, or, was it hijacked? Forced down, forced down by something less than a man, something bred to sleepwalk through life unless activated by a simple phrase, spoken by their kindly master. Come in.”

yagami definitely was “bred to sleepwalk” through life, as well as be “activated”. there is an overall theme here of the objectification and ultimate purpose of jack ryan in alignment to yagami raito. both were made for specific, intended needs that were necessary to fill from sources outside of their control. their goals might not have been the same, but their creation is very similar in concept … they were made to do exactly what was needed of them; to perform.

atlas / a war in rapture –– atlas is literally a parallel to lawliet. ryan is at war with atlas, a man with (technically speaking) “no face”. this man is actually frank fontaine, a man with many identities, and while fontaine is vastly different than lawliet in all ways, the concept of atlas and the use of multiple aliases is very similar. ryan proclaims that atlas will destroy his city, and that he must not question his own beliefs. the war in rapture that is between ryan and atlas supporters is ultimately what assists to bring rapture to ruin, along with the many other conditions that primarily focus in class and labor disparities, as well as the lack of a middle-class. there would be disparity initially, if not permanently, in kira’s kingdom. constantly battling lawliet’s successors is like constantly battling atlas. atlas makes ryan paranoid.

the death of a father / you think you have memories? –– another pretty obvious one. while the deaths of ryan and soichiro are quite different, and i could align parallels to ryan and soichiro, for the sake of the jack ryan comparison, i will say that ryan’s death is very symbolic to the death of soichiro in its own way. yagami indirectly killed his father through the first push of the plot / jack killed his father in person. i actually already quoted the “you think you have memories”, but that quote isn’t completely appropriate here, but it is funny so i’ll keep it / let it slide.

this actually continues into the idea of ryan’s death and yagami’s … the pride of ryan even to the end of his life is yagami. they both make a speech til the very end, dying in similar conditions / body damage / locational similarities. ryan’s office is quite similar to the environment of the warehouse that yagami perishes in.

bill mcdonagh … bill is andew ryan’s best friend, and is stated to be the moral center to ryan’s character. he keeps ryan primarily in balance, while ryan’s other asset sullivan seeks out and eliminates targets in ryan’s way, enforcing his will, and acting as the hand to the great man. this figure is very matsuda to me. bill says,

“I never killed a man, let alone a mate. But this is what things come to. I don’t know if killing Mr. Ryan will stop the war, but I know it won’t stop while that man breathes. I love Mr. Ryan. But I love Rapture. If I have to kill one to save the other, so be it.”

–– if this isn’t matusda, i don’t know what is. while ryan actually succeeds in killing bill, yagami did kill a part of matsuda’s spirit, and did indirectly kill his own father, an important figure to matsuda. in the end, bill technically “wins”, as does matsuda … neither deliver the killing blow.

a season for all things / a time to live + a time to die –– when andrew ryan is in his final moments, he says to jack,

“Even in a book of lies sometimes you find truth. There is indeed a season for all things and now that I see you flesh-to-flesh and blood-to-blood I know I cannot raise my hand against you. But know this, you are my greatest disappointment. Does your master hear me? Atlas! You can kill me, but you will never have my city. My strength is not in steel and fire, that is what the parasites will never understand. A season for all things! A time to live and a time to die, a time to build… and a time to destroy!“

this is directly associated with lawliet, mello, near, and even matt. in yagami’s final moments, he scorns those around him, talking to the very end.

more andrew ryan quotes,

“I came to this place to build the impossible. You came to rob what you could never build - a Hun gaping at the gates of Rome. Even the air you breathe is sponged from my account. Well… breathe deep, so later you might remember the taste.”

“Why are you so resistant to the traditional methods of separating a man from his soul? You’re not CIA, are you? YOU BELONG TO ATLAS - the one roach I can’t seem to exterminate. Don’t worry; I just need time to find the proper poison.”

“Before the final rat has eaten the last gram of you, Rapture will have returned. I WILL LEAD A PARADE. “Who was that,” they’ll say, as they point to the sad shape hanging on my wall, “who was that?"”

“You ooze in like an assassin, and then you try to sneak out like a thief! You’re no CIA spook. Who are you! Why have you come here! [a beat] There’s two ways to deal with mystery: UNCOVER IT, or ELIMINATE IT.”

“We all make choices, but in the end, our choices make us.”

i will note that andrew ryan is very anti-altruism. yagami imo is not anti-altruism if only because he views his own actions as kira as basically altruistic…he’s doing this for the “good” of humanity, and he’s doing it without being asked. also there are a lot of great ryan quotes i wanted to add in, but they just didn’t fit the narrative i’m going for … but look at all his quotes here!!

now other quotes that are from various other characters that i find fitting either to yagami, kira’s kingdom, death note, etc.

“Hanging now, is it? That’s what we’ve come to? Now look, I don’t make the laws here, I just enforce them. But I didn’t come to Rapture to string men up for running contraband. If Ryan and his crew have their law, then they can have my badge.” –– Sullivan

BIOSHOCK: INFINITE // A BETTER HOME AWAITING (IN THE SKY) // UNBROKEN CIRCLES // WELCOME, PILGRIM [ THE END ]

EDIT: columbia is where it gets dicey, and i explain that below, but just know that other than aesthetics, i affiliate mostly elizabeth and some of lady comstock as far as plot goes, but i don’t think death note is appropriate to the actual plot of columbia’s portion in infinite. there is a lot going on in that game with the city, the characters, the subplots, the timeline(s), tears, etc. so there’s large chunks i do and do not take after. with a character like comstock, i would say yagami is far more ryan aligned out of those “figureheads” such as comstock, ryan, atlas, fontaine, etc. the “big guys”, if you will. it’s complicated because the facets of yagami fit andrew ryan, jack ryan, and elizabeth.

as with rapture, there is a certain aesthetic that columbia provides that i want to sort of take inspiration from. particularly the structures, the weightlessness, the ethereal feeling you get, that awe inspiring desire to look around at everything and just feel peace. the columbia you get to explore pre-major plot and destruction is very beautiful. i should note that it’s not the christian aesthetic that i am going for, nor am i taking anything from the beliefs of comstock, fink or columbia’s citizens, and i do not associate the vox rebellion with anything in death note. i just want to be clear it’s definitely a shallow aesthetic thing and nothing more –– the details in columbia are beautiful, such as soldier’s field for example. the blue lighting, the details in even the wooden flooring, the overall atmosphere of freedom. i think this fits as a lot with the “crust” or the “exterior” of kira’s kingdom. i have discussed that the columbia aesthetic dissolves to the rapture aesthetic above in bioshock 1.

i won’t be referencing finkton at all basically as it is not applicable to the death note plot, nor is fink tbh. comstock also isn’t very prevalent, but he has a few quotes i’ll jot down here. again i’ll just say that i don’t really take the overall christian message from comstock’s quotes, but taking them into context of death note definitely helps make them make more sense in the sense of applying them to death note. comstock literally is a terrible racist, just a bad person, murdered his wife, the list goes literally on and on with him … and i really don’t even feel that comfortable including him here but like…i have to be also realistic that he was filling a specific role that was clearly putting him in a negative light, but that doesn’t mean i’m associating comtock’s views and beliefs to (imo) a more “morally just” character like yagami … that being said, comstock is the creator of columbia, much in the way that yagai is the creator kira’s kingdom, so the intent here is more the actual building the foundation of their “arcs”. these quotes are meant to be applied to the creation of “kira’s kingdom” as yagami envisioned it to be:

"You see my friends, even god is entitled to a do-over, and what is Columbia if not another ark, for another time.”

“And when the angel Columbia gave unto The Founders the tools to build the new Eden, they did so without hesitation. [ … ] The only Emancipation he had to offer… was death.”

the water down the stars / the entrance to columbia / the welcome center … the scene between yagami and lawliet is something i akin to the water on the floor of the welcome center that you walk through, ultimately wading up to your waist when you try to exit the welcome center. it’s there that we get booker’s first death; he drowns by baptism. this one isn’t clean yet. this is very parallel to the idea that kira can cleanse the earth of its sins and eliminate the sinners.

the concept of the miracle child / he is the miracle child / he will produce the miracle child –– a) i would love for yagami to interact with ezliabeth in any form, i have a lot of ideas for crossovers and b) they have similar weights on their shoulders in some regards and c) they were born to be “the miracle child” of their environments. they are both kept “locked up” in their own towers, elizabeth’s a literal tower, yagami’s a metaphorical tower. yagami moving out, or wanting to move out, was a surprise to his father. yagami’s room is also, in theory, his “tower”. ryuk is his “songbird” figure as far as an agent of specific means following the miracle child. yagami was also in observation under lawliet, which is similar to elizabeth being subjected to being watched. yagami knew of this and consented, whereas elizabeth was ignorant to this, finding out later she was under observation 24/7.

“The seed of the prophet shall sit the throne, and drown in flame the mountains of man.” –– Comstock

“They were watching me? All this time… Why? Why did they put me in here?” –– Elizabeth

now it’s time for some elizabeth-centric quotes that i find applicable to yagami (how many times can i say the word applicable lmao):

“Elizabeth : Booker, are you afraid of God? Booker DeWitt : No. But I’m afraid of you.”

“Time…Time rots everything. Even hope.”

“There’s always a lighthouse, a man, a city.”

“What I’ve done… cannot be undone. I cannot stop… what I have put in motion.”

the mind of the subject will desperately seek to create memories where none exist –– this is a direct correlation to the yotsuba arc where yagami is imprisoned and loses his memories.

a city above the clouds / kira’s kingdom will rise above

i’m just a prophet / eyes of god / this will end in blood –– this is definitely an association to mikami, who is the “prophet” or the “eyes of god” given his position and affiliation to kira. to quote comstock,

”The Lord Forgives Everything, But I’m Just A Prophet… So I Don’t Have To. Amen.“

the lady comstock effect –– she shares a role both similar to misa and takada, but i lean more to the latter. there is something alluring about lady comstock, and i attribute that to the amazing laura bailey (who was also keiko in yyh!!!) … lady comstock says a few important and poignant quotes that i think are very easy to see in misa, takada, and even kira supporters. she says,

“To those who loved me, I was the most generous of souls. There was no pain I would deny them. No betrayal I would not gladly give. And when I had scorched the hearts of all who loved me, the Prophet said, “There is nothing you can do for which I will not forgive you, for God has granted me sight, and through His eyes, even you are loved.”

“Love the Prophet, because he loves the sinner. Love the sinner, because he is you. Without the sinner, what need is there for a redeemer? Without sin, what grace has forgiveness?”

the ethereal feeling of columbia that i mentioned above, particularly when there is no active engagement of violence with the opposing npcs; soldier’s field and other sections are large inspirations for the “calm” nature of the exterior and bulk of the city and/or the idea of kira’s kingdom, which starts as one unit, and would thus spread globally.

BIOSHOCK DLC: BURIAL AT SEA (PT.1 + PT. 2) // A WHEEL OF BLOOD // THE EXPLOITED BECOMES THE EXPLOITER // BACK TO THE BEGINNING

i’m going to be honest … this dlc makes absolutely no sense to what infinite, and thus the prior games. this actually excludes bioshock 2 in this canon, so it goes bioshock 1, then infinite, then bas as 2 was from their parent company 2k and not irrational games, which was ken levine’s child compan to 2k which ultimately is underneath take-two, so bioshock 2 is technically an outlier, but it’s a good outlier imo with a more solid dlc than infinite had.

i said what i said, and i meant what i said. it makes no sense. if you get it, you get it; if you don’t get it, you don’t get it. also they ran atlas and daisy into the ground, and i won’t even get into that comstock and that elizabeth.

now that being said, it’s a great (what i call) “quote machine”. it’s also aesthetically beautifully, it shows rapture as we want to see it pre-1960 / the fall of rapture / pre-war.

so this will be shorter. the storyline isn’t too much something i can equate to death note or yagami, but there are some pivotal quotes that elizabeth says in both parts 1 and 2. particularly she says,

“I should have just….. I will never escape it. Exploited / exploiting. Me, Comstock, you, Sally. It’s like a wheel of blood, spinning round and round.”

“This world values children, not childhood; there is a profit to be made, and men who make it.”

BIOSHOCK 2 AND MINERVA’S DEN QUOTES:

"Another day waiting for Harry to come home. I told him not to speak up against Mr. Ryan’s policies, and now he’s missing! Just never came home! I went by the bookstore and all his books are gone too. I don’t know what to do. Now I have to deal with that awful Sinclair just to have a roof over my head!” –– Gloria Parson // Bioshock 2

“For every choice, there is an echo, with each act we change the world. One man chose a city free of law and god, but others chose corruption, and so the city fell. If the world was reborn in your image, would it be paradise or perdition?” –– Sofia Lamb // Bioshock 2

“I know you. That symbol on your hand marks you a dead man. Ten years - [ … ] But take heart: Out of your pain, paradise was born. I don’t know how you survived, but your suffering is over now. These men will ease your burden. Please understand that like all I’ve done, this… is an act of love.”

“So… you would drain the people of their life’s blood. Rapture is a body, Delta. I am the voice… And Big Sister is the hand. When Rapture speaks of you — it says only this: Sleep now. Your day is done.”

“I had thought you some golem of Sinclair’s, brought here to hold Rapture’s arms as he rifles through her pockets. But no… You are aware of your plight. Who, I wonder, would be so cruel? To force a mirror on a man with no face…”

“Love is just a chemical. We give it meaning by choice.” –– Eleanor Lamb // Boshock 2

i honestly could go on and on, but this post is long enough. there is so much that i see that could crossover so easily with death note and bioshock. maybe i’ll make my own crossover someday!!

also –– i’m not even including the novel, but just know i acknowledge it, and i actually enjoy it. this post would just be too long to add in the rapture novel, unfortunately, but i do have a copy, and maybe i will do an analysis just for the book someday.

#yagami tbt #headcanon tbt #read more for length #read more for length //

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tetsuwan-atom · 3 years ago

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HEADCANON - KANARIA OMOROSE

I’ve been meaning to do this for a while, a gooood while. These headcanons primarily come from the original document from @wanderlust-songbird, but more potentially might be added as I progress with her. This post will cover all sorts of headcanon/trivia regarding Kanaria!

- Kanaria is colourblind, particularly red-blind Protanopia. Generally she wears glasses to be able to perceive the colours she can't do normally. Further information can be found here and here.

- She's primarily left handed.

- Her hands are cold to the touch, even in hotter climates and temperatures.

She's aware and self conscious of this and as a result, is reluctant to touch anyone with her own hands, especially in regards to holding someone's hand. - Her favourite season is winter. Spring is her second favourite.

- She has a big passion for music, technology and astronomy. When she was very young she spent a lot of time making discoveries with her father.

- Despite what first impressions one gets, she's actually a millionaire. Very much upper class.

- Kanaria cannot feel envy, not even in the slighetst form. The closest she can get to such a feeling is if she were to ise Intuitive Empathy on an envious person.

- She can play the violin and the keyboard. She's interested in learning the harp but such is quite a large instrument for her to play.

- The way she sneezes can be quite adorable, almost like that of a kitten. She also has a habit of shaking her head after sneezing, for a few seconds. She has no idea how she ended up with such a habit.

- She was very quiet as a baby. As a child she was pretty nocturnal up until around 6-7 years old. Many attempts and methods were tried to get her to sleep normally, until one day, it took a moment of jet lag from one particular trip to re-align her body clock, so that she didn't have to sleep during the day.

- She's a very fast learner, even more so regarding technology. She's very hands on with technology and loves to tinker with all sorts of equipment and gadgets.

- She knows more code, but loves to surprise people with it rather than informing them beforehand. For example, messaging her loved ones 'I love you' in morse code.

- She loves rhythm games, always going for the hardest difficulty and levels. This has also helped improve her hand-eye coordination and psychomotor skills to an incredible extent.

- She enjoys all sorts of music, but her favourites are eurobeat, city pop and vaporave. Eurobeat is especially a guilty pleasure for her and will generally play it either when she's alone or if she's comfortable with her significant other listening to what she likes.

- Kanaria almost never sings in public, but can do so if encouraged enough. Usually she sings when she's alone or alone while busy. As long as it isn't explicit, there isn't any limit to what she may sing. (An example of what she might sing can be found here.)

- She loves reading manga, another big guilty pleasure of hers. It's something she does in her alone time and not something she would let anyone in on. She's got quite a collection that she hides from plain sight.

- While not as big as her manga collection, she also collects vinyl records, cassettes and music boxes, all of which she treats with utmost care.

- She can be sensitive to certain smells and sounds (like fireworks)

- When trying to recall something, she might start tapping her fingers. Every single time this happens, it's to the tune of Popcorn. It's possible for others to do the same if they have been around her long enough.

- Kanaria has a slight allergy to pineapples and a major allergy to red meat. She's unaffected by poultry and fish.

- Her favourite food is shrimp risotto and favourite dessert being chocolate hazelnut cake. Her favourite alcoholic drink is Amaretto Coffee, while her favourite non-alcoholic drink is mango juice.

- If she were human, she'd be a mix of British, Japanese and a bit of German. In Terra Veteris terminology, that would be a mix of Authrunian, Niyonese and a hint of Unterreische. Her father's side would be British, while her mothers is Japanese.

- The flowers she enjoys most are forget-me-nots, moonflowers, stargazer lilies, lily of the valley and snowdrops.

- In the verse where she's with Bowen Chuuno, she develops a fondness for sunflowers.

- Because she's more used to interacting with males, she tends to be more nervous when talking to a woman she finds attractive. This also goes for trans women and non binary people who are feminine in appearance.

- Kanaria rarely wears makeup. She isn't used to it at all.

- She has no preference to potential partners' body shape. Whether they work or not, chubby, skinny, voluptuous, etc, she would still love them all the same.

- Kanaria is the kind of individual to come up with a loving pet name for her significant other. If they don't like it they'll have to get used to it. In the verse where she's with Bowen, she calls him her Sonnenblume, which is 'sunflower' in German.

- She's someone who can handle any kind of spider, no matter how big or venomous. Any spider she picks up, even if it's super aggressive, will turn docile in her hands. It is not known as to why.

- Kanaria owns two motorbikes. The first is a white Suzuki DL1000 V-storm, which she rides the most. The second is a golden yellow Victory Vega Ness Jackpot, which is her pride and joy. She doesn't ride the latter much because parts are hard to get, plus it was a gift to her from Achromio.

- She also has a car. In most verses this is a Buick Regal, which her father gave her on her 17th birthday. She doesn't drive this as much as her motorcycles. Because of her colorblindness, the colour chosen for the car is a deep navy blue.

- In the verse where she's with Bowen Chuuno, the car she drives is a Holden VF Commodore of the same colour. It also has a V8 engine.

- Regardless of what vehicle she drives, every once in a while she has a tendency to drift said vehicle. The more dangerous the vehicle, the stronger the urge. In the verse with Bowen, she has a strong curiosity to try out Bowen's Motorbicycle.

- Kanaria has been working on four AI programs in secret, which she has been undertaking from her teenage years onwards. Only one of the four has a name, The Golden Project (Aurelius). The other three have yet to be named and their purposes have not been set down. Kanaria has been very secretive about the AI progams, even with those she's close with. Later on, the four AIs end up with physical forms, that Amaranthine!Kanaria primarily forms herself.

- Her species has royal blue blood. Injuries of such nature might look like someone's spilled a lot of blue pen ink on her.

- Kanaria trains with a lot of weapons. Her favourite is a custom made dual blade scythe, of a heavy build.

- When it comes to tarot cards, the one associated most with Kanaria is III (The Empress). The Empress card is representative of an authority figure who has a comforting, gentle approach to her followers. Characters associated with The Empress tend to be communicative and caring, making those around them feel more at ease. They should be careful though not to give too much, for they may end up with nothing for themselves. The card itself can mean nuturing, abundance and creative expression when displayed properly. The reverse however, means insecurity, overbearingness and negligence.

- Kanaria can also be associated with moths, especially nocturnal moths. Moths can be considered beautiful to many. In addition, another similarity between Kanaria and moths, is that she has given so much before, only to get hurt in the end, a bit like a moth approaching a flame and getting burned as a result. Moths also represent change and transformation, a soul's quest for the truth, like Kanaria's own journey, even through darkness. Other representations of this similarity include death and resurrection. Moths can also represent the darker side to an individual, which can be associated with Kanaria's New Moon Form.

The following headcanons can be considered NSFW.

- She has a very peculiar way of... enjoying a popsicle... or a lollipop... or a banana....

- Kanaria's species is particularly fertile. It wouldn't be unusual for her to have more than one child with someone in the right circumstances.

- Amaranthine!Kanaria has a peculiar heat cycle that happens once every 6-8 months and lasts around 6-15 days. Regardless of being in this heat cycle or not, she doesn't have a limit of how long she can last. Her 'cooldown' period between 'rounds' is about 20 seconds, compared to what would normally be 40. This heat cycle subsides once pregnant and is further delayed for up to a year after the child is born.

#Headcanon #Headcanon : Subject Dossier #Kanaria Omorose : Ultraterrestrial Sweetheart #Read more for length #nsfw-ish

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whitecrownsblackthrones-archived · 3 years ago

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The New Camellian Palace, but with an assfuck more detail you did not need:

The Camellian Royal Palace

The Camellian Royal Palace is the new residence of the Royal Li Family after abandoning the old castle for a better position. The new palace was built on a slightly inclining hill, making the land at the back of the palace grounds higher then the land at the front.

Consisting of two main palaces, referred as the Front & Back Palace, that are connected via two much smaller palaces(Called the Tiny Twin Palaces) to make it technically a single building, & an overwhelmingly massive garden.

Despite being a palace, it is styled somewhat in the fashion of old castles, such as having towers fashioned in the architecture of Front Palace, a large wall being built around the palace grounds & it’s gardens(also with guard towers built in), & the use of a drawbridge to be allowed entry & exit of the palace grounds.

The defensive wall of the palace grounds is armed with canons that peek out from gunports & windows, & have round-the-clock guards patrolling the area, as well as a few guards that sleep, eat & live in the towers built into the wall.

Front Palace

Front palace is more for royal affairs & official business, hosting balls & galas, & where guests would be housed; there are parts of front palace that also go underground(2 floor levels worth) & it has the most floor levels of all the palaces.

Front Palace also contains the throne room/ballroom, the banquet hall & dining room, the kitchen & the royal library; as well as varies guest rooms for visitors & other miscellaneous rooms.

The Throne Room & the Ballroom in Front Palace is the same room, stationed to be the first room one enters when coming through the front doors of this palace. Used as both a meeting chamber & party hall, it has two large thrones at the very back of the room, for the reigning monarch & their spouse, elevated slightly by a platform of 5 steps. Chairs are also stationed around the hall & are often moved around in correspondence to what the hall is being used for at the time: when the hall is being used as a party hall, the chairs will be moved towards the walls to make room for dancers & musicians, when the hall is being used for a meeting chamber, the chairs a moved closer to the throne & organized neatly for the attending members. Members attending a meeting will be expected to sit in accordance of rank, with the highest ranking person being allowed to sit the closest to the royal thrones.

The banquet hall is a separate room to the throne room/ballroom, but is directly adjacent to it, separated only by a large set of doors. These doors are typically locked when the banquet hall is not in use for/not ready to serve yet in a active ball to keep guests out/coming in too early. The hall itself is nearly equal in size to the throne room/ballroom, & has a table that can seat up to 45 guests. In the event there are not enough seats for the attending guests, additional tables & seats may be brought in & placed in the ballroom to accommodate guests. Right next to the banquet hall is the kitchen, where guests can observe top skilled royal chiefs cooking courses through a glass window that allows those in the banquet hall to watch. Next to the kitchen, & across from the banquet hall is a much smaller dining room, used for the everyday meals of the royal family. This dining room may also be used to for guests of the royal palace so long as there is a seat available.

The Royal Library is stationed in the second of the underground floors of the palace, allowing for the most quiet atmosphere, prefect for a library; there are few windows in the library because of this. The library takes up the bulk of this underground floor & is tended too by many loyal librarians.

Guest rooms in the palace were typically limited to one or two rooms, sometimes three or four for important or very high rankings guests(like a king or queen). The typical guest room was a boudoir with a connected bathroom, somethings with an additional lounging room or drawing room next door.

Every member of the royal family is given the following rooms in Front Palace:

1 Business Office

1 Study Room

1 Tea Parlor

2 Drawing Rooms

2 Reading Rooms

3 Personal Lounging Rooms

Back Palace

Back Palace is smaller then Front Palace(but large then the Tiny Twin Palaces, with fewer floor levels, & is where the royal family themselves live. It a more private area where only select guests & servants are allowed in.

Ladies-in-Waiting/Gentlemen-in-Waiting & a royal family member's personal company of bodyguards & knights are some of the few people outside of the royal family that are allowed direct entry into this palace.

Typically, the only staff allowed to have a room to live within in Back Palace are Ladies' Maids & Personal Butlers, & they may be made to share a room depending on how many of them there are. All other staff(such as cleaning or waiting staff) live in one of the Tiny Twin Palaces, & must be hand-picked by a member of the royal family to be given entry(the only expectation to this rule are the Head Maid & Head Butler).

Like in the old castle, the royal family still maintains having multiple rooms in their name, that are referred to as ‘apartments’, that they are free to decorate & do with as they please; the amount of which is based on rank of the family member. Though being smaller then the old castle, & smaller then & with fewer floors then Front Palace, the numbers are cut back hugely from the old days & are as follows:

King/Queen - 10 apartments

Crown Prince/Crown Princess - 7 apartments

Prince/Princess - 5 apartments

Tiny Twin Palaces

The two smaller side palaces are mostly used for staff & storage, with both having a single underground level.

Servants of the royal family(maids, gardeners, chiefs, etc...) live in this section of the palace, safe for ladies' maids or personal butlers, who are given a room next to their master's quarters in Back Palace.

Typically, servants living here will share a room with a number of their co-workers(usually with females only share with females & males only sharing with males, though this is not always the case). Though, servants of exceptional service many be given a room of their own.

This is also where varies supplies for the staff & their duties are kept, such as cleaning supplies, gardening supplies, extra silverware, extra furniture, extra staff uniforms & many other things.

Underground Tunnels

There are huge tunnels that go deep under the grounds of the palace & it’s gardens.

This is both used as a measure for the royal family to traverse the palace ground in secret & safety, or even allow them to escape the grounds in secret in the case of a emergency.

These particular exit tunnels is very long & will take the royal family in one of two directions based on which tunnel they take, either to the border of the state of Xu Yong, or close to the sea & the border of the state of Ying-ling.

Staff of the royal palace will also use these underground tunnels to move about the palace grounds faster during large balls or other gatherings that make walking the halls difficult, or if they need to go a long distance(etc: going from the East Gardens to the West Gardens).

(Camellian Royal Palace & Royal Gardens)

The White Camellia Gardens

The Royal Gardens are also called The White Camellia Gardens, both in refence to the kingdom name itself, the kingdom's namesake flower & the majority abundance of white camellia flowers that are grown here.

The gardens are mostly sectioned off into 4 parts, the East Garden, the West Garden, the Front Garden & the Courtyard. The East Garden & West Garden are sectioned off from the palace by fences, & used for different proposes.

East Garden

The East Garden is where flowers, tress & other flora are mostly grown. Of course, there are flowers & trees everywhere in every garden, but this is where the bulk of them are.

There are 3 large greenhouses here, used to grown unique flora or flora that requires certain conditions grow, one of the greenhouses was gifted exclusively to the late Queen, Rosa, which has returned to open use of the staff after her death.

The storehouse that hold the palace's food reserves is also safely tucked into the corner of this garden, which is food harvested from the peasants was collected & stored. In the cases of famine, or other situations that could cause food shortages, the propose for this storehouse is to deliver these reserves with the citizens of Camellia.

West Garden

The West Garden lack the most greenery & flora, as it is used as training grounds, usually either for the royal family, their personal knights, or the knights which guard the palace.

There is a separate building here used as the barracks for the royal knights & guards; which is the only building to have three underground floors.

The royal stables are also in this part of the gardens. Near the royal stables is a smaller, secondary exit to the palace, used only by the royal family & is near a private riding trail the royal family enjoys use of.

Front Garden

The Front Garden are just that: the gardens at the very front of the palace grounds, & are the first things visitors see when entering from the drawbridge.

These are the most lavish gardens, with well trimmed flora, hedge walls, columns & statues for architecture décor, as well as water fountains, the main attraction being the large ornate fountain at the center of the gardens; this fountain is usually filled with camellia flowers to produce a pleasant floral aroma that is favored by the ground's creator, King John.

If one of the royal family was to host an outdoor social gathering, this is where it would be. Tables & chairs would be brought out to accommodated the guests & a stage brought out for musicians to play on.

Courtyard

The Courtyard is the space between the 4 palaces, & is the private garden space of the royal family. They have the freedom to decorate this space as they please.

Only gardeners hand-selected by the royal family are allowed to tend to this garden.

#[Lore; Aesthetic; and Ideas] Musings #『A Royal Degree』Headcanons #【Castles that were so High they Touched the Horizons】Setting Aesthetic #read more for length

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