#Reigning Passions mc

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One last doodle before the end of Mermay. Credit to my gf for painting. Enjoy

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Aww, seeing them three together always makes me miss writing my poly fics for them 🥺I can’t believe Mermay is already over, tho 😭But thanks so much for sharing these with us, dear! And kudos to your gf for always doing such an amazing job with the painting! ❤️- Mod Runa 

[galaxy-potatoo]

Never mess with Piama's sweets

[sleebgythyme]

“When we were children, Sevastian gave me a little songbird in a cage.

When it vanished, Hortensia told me it flew away.

I wanted to believe her.

I don’t think I ever believed her.”

[latinfeline]

rc players talking about how they miss their red-haired, tan-skinned, green-eyed elf protagonist (old moon elf two in tts)

i've been missing her longer

[incorrectlovestruck]

Lyris: Xenia and MC's wedding will be the wedding of the century! Ruelle: Took about that long for it to happen.

[bastart13]

It's that time of winter where it's so cold my hands don't want to get drawing done -_-

I tried to warm up with the Xenia wedding we never got

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MC REMEMBRANCE DAY 13: Reigning Passions MC

"A mysterious summons takes you from a village barmaid to a... Princess? Life in a palace is nothing like you've ever known before when you're suddenly surrounded by swords, crowns, and dangerous whispers. Can you find the truth of who you're meant to be, and who your heart is destined to love?"

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Hi guys. Would you consider writing Ruelle and MC in the future expecting children? Extra points if there is a moody Ruelle amped up on hormones

Written by: Squirrel

When she first took the throne MC was met with plenty of animosity and adversity. But, that seems practically easy now.

With people she can argue and manipulate and carefully hedge her bets. They can be reasoned with and if not then they can be shut beyond the doors so MC can rest.

Unborn children cannot be reasoned with and cannot be shut out.

MC sits up. It is still well before dawn. The kicking in her belly was cute at first, in the daylight. But now it’s so frequent and so severe she’s willing to wager that she’s having twins. One twin starts moving which prompts the other one to start kicking until they exhaust each other and subsequently their mother.

“What’s wrong?” Ruelle murmurs. She reaches over to move her wife’s hair behind her ear, “Are you sick?”

“No. Just-” MC stops short. She’s not sure which organ just got between her ribcage and her child’s foot but the pain is sharp. Pressing her hand over the spot does little to dampen it, “They’re kicking.”

Ruelle lays prone on the bed so her face is level with MC’s lap. Her tone becomes that which she usually uses when Piama or Lyris aren’t following instructions. It’s loving but firm and promises dark consequences if not obeyed.

“Listen. No one is allowed to hurt your mother. That includes you. Stop kicking.”

Like magic, the kicking stops. MC slowly lies back down, groaning in appreciation when Ruelle arranges a pillow by her belly and snuggles up to her back. 

“Thank you dear.”

“It is my pleasure.”

Ruelle smooths her palms along MC’s swollen middle and feels her whole body shiver and relax. She presses slow, reverent kisses to the back of the redhead’s neck and along the back of her shoulder.

“You’re giving me the greatest gift in the world. I feel like I can’t do enough.”

“It shows. I promise you do more than enough.”

Eventually Ruelle drifts off back to sleep but her arm remains draped around MC’s middle. Unfortunately sleep is MC’s greatest friend who she so rarely sees these days. After dawn she is exhausted enough she could sleep, but Lysende is now awake and in need of leadership. There are no sick days as queen.

By the time lunch rolls around MC is ravenous. When she reaches for the door handle the door gently swings open seemingly on its own. But the soft scent of plant decay and leather give away her presence. MC smiles, “Thank you Ruelle.”

There are audible sighs of relief from the guards. The people of Lysende are still adjusting to watching their queen use her magic. Opening doors without lifting a finger would be a new, powerful step up from her previous feats.

Ruelle walks with MC’s hands resting in the crook of her elbow.

“Where have you been?”

“Checking on security with Amara.”

“Ruelle-”

“Nothing more than usual I promise.”

“Oh really?” Galen smirks, “Is that why my entire ship was searched by you personally?”

When MC turns to give her wife a scathing look she’s vanished again and is pulling out MC’s chair. Her aching feet direct her quickly into it without complaint.

A vast spread of sandwiches extends from one end of the table to the other. One of the things MC has been able to keep down, due to her tender stomach, has been bread. So artisans from all across Lysende extended their best recipes for expecting mothers. Everything from soup to butter to ways to soften meat and keep up strength.

“I mean this in the kindest way, but you look awful,” Piama says, “Have you been sleeping?”

“Has Ruelle been letting you sleep?” Lyris smirks, exchanging a mischievous look with Galen.

Ruelle appears to glare at the two, “If you two like sleeping soundly I’d cease and desist with your tasteless jokes.”

“The twins like to kick at night. I feel terrible because the only thing that gets them to stop is Ruelle.”

Suddenly all three of their friends' attention are piqued. Lyris, having used up his good grace with Ruelle, nudges Galen. The starseeker puts on one of their winning smiles, “What does Ruelle do to calm her children? Sing lullabies?”

As a matter of fact, she does. But MC isn’t about to reveal that to their friends. Especially not with her wife’s frayed nerves. 

“No. She speaks to them, and they stop kicking. It’s like magic. But that means I have to wake her up and I feel bad. The kingdom needs at least one queen who’s gotten sleep.” Apparently to prove her point a yawn stretches from the depths of MC's tired soul. This makes her eyelids three times as heavy. If they weren’t in public and image wasn’t so important she'd fold her arms and take a catnap on the table.

Instead MC reaches for a sandwich. At the same time Ruelle sweeps the plate with a stone in her hand. 

“Ruelle, are you enchanting her food?”

“It’s a stone that detects poison. More effective and less fatal than royal tasters,” Ruelle replies, “A gift from mistress Xenia. She figured it wouldn’t make sense to wait for the baby shower.”

MC smiles, “Thank her for me.”

Food is just the beginning. Soon Ruelle is measuring steps and having the masons round off sharp corners. Fortunately in a castle where everything is built in circles sharp corners are few and far between. Next she moves on to setting up a new arrangement for the guard detail making sure the twins won’t be able to go anywhere dangerous like the stables or the kitchen. No one has mentioned it yet but if the twins can vanish like Ruelle then there’s going to be a whole new level of overprotectiveness from the consort.

“MC! MC!” Piama comes running down the hall. Of course this is only because no one is watching, otherwise the princess would be perfectly composed. She’s breathless but not from running. The spring princess takes MC’s arm, barely containing herself otherwise she’d be snorting more than laughing.

“What’s so funny?”

“Ruelle is-” Piama points, “I’m sorry you have to see it for yourself- I can’t-”

Of course Piama would put it into words. She’s very good with words both on paper and in conversation. But she lacks the breath and the strength. 

MC finds the door to her bedchamber ajar with lights on inside. She peers in quietly and has to grab her face to keep from bursting out laughing.

Sitting on their bed with Iris in her lap is Ruelle. Not entirely fond of mistress Xenia’s wedding gift Ruelle will usually only pet the aiolop to please her wife. Iris is not so indifferent to Ruelle. Gideon muses that the inherent scent of decay that follows autumn nobles is what causes Iris to dislike Ruelle.

Unable to keep the creature in her lap by obedience, the queen consort has the aiolop stuck between her legs. Iris, who is muzzled with a sock, is wriggling and growling fiercely.

“Sit still. The sooner I finish this the sooner you’ll be free,” Ruelle growls, “If MC wasn’t so fond of you you’d make a lovely hat.”

Iris stops. She turns to glare at Ruelle who glowers in return. While Iris is distracted momentarily Ruelle stuffs something onto her antlers.

“Ruelle?”

Ruelle’s amber eyes widen and she releases Iris instantly.

“Hello dear.”

“What is this?” MC laughs softly, looking at the bizarre apparatus on Iris’ head.

Ruelle slides down from the bed, “A prototype. That thing is already obsessed with your belly. Once the twins are born she’ll want to be close to them. I’m designing something so she can’t hurt them with her horns or headbutt them.”

It looks like cotton balls stuffed on the point of each already rounded antler and a web of string stretched across Iris’ head. The idea is clear, but utterly ridiculous. 

MC goes to the bed where she sits quietly. Ruelle follows her every movement, taking her hand.

“Are you alright?”

“I’m fine. I’m just choosing my words carefully so I don’t hurt your feelings.”

“What feelings?” Ruelle remarks with a smile.

MC moves Ruelle’s dark tresses behind her ear, “The feelings that drive you to round off every sharp stone in the castle. The same one that have removed all your weapons from our bedroom except the ones you keep for protection. The feelings that sing lullabies to our children who haven’t even been born yet.”

“Cut that out.”

MC chuckles, “The same feelings that are making your eyes tear up right now.”

Vanishing would be just as telling so Ruelle wipes her sleeve across her eyes, “I can take a hint.”

“And that would be?”

“I’ll try to tone it down.”

A knock comes at the door and Ruelle vanishes. MC, has already grabbed the wrist of the hand that her love has wrapped around a dagger.

Ruelle offers the cheesiest fake smile MC has ever seen when she rematerializes, “Cross my heart, I’ll tone it down. Starting tomorrow.”

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It's Bisexual Awareness Week!!! 💗💜💙

Our lovely MC is bisexual, as is our beautiful (and mysterious) Xenia!!!

[megatraven]

AFK MC x RP MC? 👀👀👀👀👀

hiii wren! :3c another one i havent considered before :0 thank u for the ask :)

see ok. kissing would fix them. but also there are core parts of their characters that are not able to be fixed by kissing. but kissing wouldnt hurt. probably. i can see the angst now btw.... one queen stepping up to save her kingdom, another refusing to give the gods their queen back. ogoghngnh the brainworms. also i think they would fuck nasty but that's just me.

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RP MC: Do you like men? Sevastian: Man is a hopeless creature. I do not like much of anyone. Sevastian: Oh, you meant sexually. Yes.

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