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dycefic · 3 years ago

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The Seven Daughters Of The Cailleach Foraoise

Once upon a time, long, long ago, there was a great forest with trees so tall that they shut out the sky, and it was always dark in that place. A single road passed through it, one side to the other, and no wise traveler ever ventured off that road.

In the forest to the east of the road there was a great hill, with a tower on it, and in that tower there lived a wizard. He was solitary and ill-tempered, but if someone in trouble came to him humbly and begged his aid, he did not usually refuse.

In the forest to the west of the road - or so it was said, for it was not visible as the hill and tower were - there was a great dark hollow with a house at the bottom of it, where the forest witch, the Cailleach Foraoise, lived with her seven daughters. She was ill-natured and dangerous, but still, she had been known to give aid to those willing to pay her price.

It happened that the king of the land had grown cruel and dangerous, and he taxed his people to starvation, he poisoned their land and slew any who displeased him. He slew even his own sons, when they defied him, and all went in terror of him. This king had three nephews, the sons of his sister, and they saw that soon they would be in danger from him as well, so they fled his castle by night, and took the road through the dark forest.

When they reached the river that ran through the heart of the forest, they stopped and took counsel of each other. They must do all that they could to save the kingdom and its people, that they agreed, but they debated what that was until the youngest spoke.

“Brothers, here are three ways before us,” he said, “We may go on through the wood, to our allies to the south, and there beg their aid against the king who has turned kin-slayer in his madness. We may turn to the east, and seek aid of the magician, who may be able to cure our uncle or else end his wickedness. Or we may turn to the west, and consult the Cailleach Foraoise, who it is said will give great aid to those willing to pay her price. And we, too, are three. One of us should take each way, so we may have three chances instead of one to succeed.”

His brothers did not like the idea, but they could not fault his reasoning. “I will be the one to go west,” said the eldest brother, “for it is a dangerous way, and I am the eldest.”

“No,” said the youngest, to his eldest brother. “You are the king’s heir, now that our cousins are dead, and you have a right to ask the aid of our kingdom’s allies where we do not. You must take the road.”

“That is true,” the eldest said reluctantly. “It is my place to make that request.”

“Then I will go to the west,” the middle brother said, “for I am the strongest and largest, and can protect myself.”

“No,” the youngest said again, “you should go to the wizard. You are large and strong, and not afraid of hard work, so when he puts you to work to prove your humility you will do well. I am the one who will go to the west, for it is well known that the youngest of three or of seven is lucky, and luck is what will be needed most.”

And both his brothers smiled, though they feared for their brother. “You are clever with your tongue, and that may serve you even better than luck,” the eldest said. They clasped hands, and wished each other well, and the eldest crossed the bridge over the river, and the middle brother turned to follow the river to the east, and the youngest turned to follow the river to the west, and soon they were out of each other’s sight.

The youngest brother walked downhill for a long time, always following the edge of the river. After some hours, he heard a small peeping, and found a baby bird that had fallen from its nest, its parents fluttering anxiously around it. Being kind of heart, he carefully took up the tiny bird in one hand, and climbed the tree to set it back into its nest.

Some way further on, he heard rustling, and found that a leaping fish had been caught in the leaves of a tree, and was thrashing and gasping. Being kind of heart, he waded out into the water to shake the branch, so the fish fell free into the river.

Shortly before sunset - though he knew this only by the colour of the sky he saw in tiny scraps far above between the leaves - he heard yelping, and found a young fox with one paw trapped between two stones. Being kind of heart, he wrapped his hands in his cloak to protect them, and freed the young fox despite its attempts to bite him.

It was long after the sky turned black, and he was using a lantern to light his way, when he came to the shores of a lake. “Of course,” he said, glancing at the river, “a hollow by the river would be a lake. And yet the house of the Cailleach Foraoise is in the middle of the hollow, so they say, which is a puzzle.”

Since he saw no immediate solution to the problem, he sat down on the bank of the lake to rest and eat some bread and cheese. As he ate, he heard a trill above his head, though at this time of night all birds should be sleeping, and he looked up to see one of the birds whose hatchling he had returned to its nest. He threw some crumbs onto the grass, and the bird ate them. Then he heard a splashing, and saw a fish leap in the lake, and thought it might be the one he had rescued, so he threw some crumbs to the fish also.

When a young fox peered cautiously out from under a bush, he laughed. “Of course,” he said, “I should have known,” and he threw a chunk of cheese to the fox. “If you are the daughters of the Cailleach Foraoise, then I am sorry that I have no better fare to give you. If you are magical, then I will be grateful for any aid you choose to give me. And if you are only hungry, then I am glad to share what I have.”

Another laugh, harsh and croaking, echoed his own, and when he turned he saw an old woman of so wild and fearsome an appearance that she could be no-one but the Cailleach Foraoise. “Well said, youngster,” she said approvingly. “One may be kind without being stupid, and offer aid without knowing whether or no there will be a reward for it.”

He got to his feet, and bowed deeply. “Wise Woman,” he said, which was the polite way to address a witch in that time and place, “I come seeking your aid.”

“Of course you do. No-one comes here who does not.” She leaned close to look at him, her bright eyes seeming to look right through to his soul, and he stood still and did not show fear, though she was close enough now that he could smell the scent of death that clung around her, and see the necklace of human bones around her neck. “Well, you may have a hearing, at least. Come with me, young man, and lend me your strong arms to help an old woman home.”

She led him to a small boat, and bade him row towards the middle of the small lake. And though the lake had seemed empty when he looked across it from the shore, as he rowed a mist seemed to fade from his eyes, and he saw a house raised on tall stilts in the middle of the lake. It was a large house, large enough for a lord, but made all of logs with the bark still on them, and strangely formed, with three levels each larger than the one below, so it looked upside down.

The Cailleach Foraoise secured the boat to a hook on one of the stilts, which were oak logs bigger around than three men’s arms could reach, and then rapped on it. “Sky above, earth below,” she said, “let me in.” And the side of the great log indented itself, to make a comfortable ladder, and they climbed up it to a small door that opened itself at the same password.

Within the house, the youngest brother found himself in a long, low hall, with fires burning at each end of it in great fireplaces, though he had seen no chimney outside. And within there were seven young women, who rose and greeted their mother with great affection.

There were many tales about the seven daughters of the Cailleach Foraoise. Some said they were as fair as fairy maidens, and others that they were as ugly as their mother. Some said that they were witches, and some that they were innocents stolen away as infants by the witch and imprisoned by her. But the youngest brother saw only seven young women, some pretty, some less so, but none who could not have walked down any road in his kingdom quite unremarked.

They greeted him pleasantly, and invited him to join them for their evening meal, which was good bread and fish stew and fresh greens. He thanked them politely, and ate what was offered him, and afterwards they showed him to a pallet bed by the fire.

“Tomorrow,” the Cailleach Foraoise said, “we will begin.”

The next morning the youngest brother was roused at dawn by the oldest of the seven sisters, who was tall and stern-looking. “Today you will aid me in my work,” she told him, “and each of my sisters in turn for the next six days. At the end of that time, you may ask our mother for what you want, and she will tell you the price of it.”

“Then I am glad to assist you,” the youngest brother said. “Put me to work, lady, and I will do my best.”

“We will see,” said the oldest sister. She led him a great hot kitchen. “I do all the cooking, and today you are to help me.” And all that day, from dawn until dusk, the youngest brother stirred and kneaded, peeled and chopped, washed and scoured, hardly stopping to eat himself. He did his best, but for every task he completed, the eldest sister completed two, and he made many errors.

At the end she put her hands on her hips, and looked at him. “Well, you have not shirked or complained,” she said, “but you have not done well, either. What have you to say?”

“I can only say that I have done my best,” he said meekly, “at a task I never turned my hand to before, and if I am not your equal, that is only to be expected, for you are a master of your craft, and I am not.”

“That is a good answer,” she told him, and bade him go to his evening meal, and rest, for he must work again tomorrow.

On the second day, the second sister, who was a woman larger and stronger than most men, took him to a room full of clothes and cloths, and great tubs of water. “Today is the day for washing,” she said, “and you must help me to wash until everything is done.”

So all that day the youngest brother scrubbed and rinsed, wrung and beat, and hauled and heated water. He did his best, but for every sheet or garment he washed, she washed three, and he made many errors.

At the end of the day she put her hands on her hips and looked at him. “You have not shirked or complained,” she said, “but a maid of fifteen might do more than you, strong man though you appear. What have you to say for yourself?”

And again he answered meekly. “I have done my best, at a task I never turned my hand to before, and if I am not your equal then that is to be expected, for you are a master of your craft and I am not.”

She laughed, and showed him her broad hands and arms as muscled as any blacksmith’s. “There is no man who has hands stronger than a washerwoman,” she told him, “and it’s well that you own it, or you’d have felt them alongside your head. Go eat and rest, now, for you have more work to do.”

On the third day, the third sister, who had a merry eye and curling dark hair, took him to the stillroom. There he chopped and ground, simmered and strained, lifted what was heavy and tended the fire. He did his best, but he knew as little of herb lore as he did of cooking and washing, and again he made many errors.

At the end of the day the third sister, who had talked more than the others and taught him much that was useful to know, shook her head. “Well, you did your best,” she said kindly, “and perhaps in time you would be better.”

He was grateful for her tolerance, for he knew he’d ruined more than one brewing that would have to be done again. “I have done my best at a task I never turned my hand to before, and if I am not your equal then that is to be expected, for you are a master of your craft and I am not… but I am sorry I did so ill, and fear I’ve made as much work as I’ve saved.”

She smiled at that, and patted his shoulder. “Oh, it’s not so bad as that, and it truly was a help to have someone to lift the heavy crocks and knead the thicker ointments, for I’m not as strong as some of the others, and it’s a trial to me. You go eat and rest, for you’ve four more days left.”

And so it went for the next three days. The youngest brother found that he was no match for the fourth sister at carding and spinning and winding wool, no match for the fifth sister at crafting in wood and leather, and no match at all for the sixth sister in setting fish traps, or snares for game, or hunting mushrooms and other good things that grew wild. Every day he worked hard and did his best, and admitted that he was no match for the sister who worked beside him, and they teased, or encouraged, or laughed, each as her own nature inclined.

On the last day the youngest sister, who was a small, plump girl of no more than fourteen, led him up to the roof where he found a garden. It was a strange garden, in which it seemed to be all seasons at once, and where spring blossom hung beside ripe fruit and young shoots stood beside ripe grain. “Where magic makes all grow quickly,” she told him seriously, “weeds grow too. Also, we must harvest fruit and vegetables and grain for the kitchen.”

They worked side by side, and for the first time the youngest brother found himself almost the equal of his partner. He had less knowledge, but much greater strength, and under her guidance his piles of weeds and baskets of vegetables equaled hers. She saw him looking at them, and laughed. “Yes, you won’t be scolded today,” she said cheerfully. “Though if I were you, I would not boast to my sisters that you are the equal of one as small as I am.”

He laughed too. “I would not! Though it is a small sop to my pride that I am not quite useless.” Then he sat back on his heels and looked at her. “You are very young,” he said slowly. “And your mother is very old. Too old to have a child of your age. Is it magic, or…”

“No, it is not magic.” The girl sat back on her heels, and the face that had been cheerful became sad. “Mother does not bear her daughters. Some she finds abandoned, or lost. Others she takes from homes where they are cruelly treated or neglected. I was one of those. I love Mother for taking me from there, and making me her child. Here I am never hungry, and I am never beaten, and my mother and sisters treat me with love and kindness.”

“I see.” He had seen, of course, that there was little resemblance between the seven daughters, but had wondered if it was a case of their having different fathers… and, quakingly, if that might be the duty that would be asked of him. “Then she is strangely misunderstood, for she is spoken of as cruel and capricious, even vicious, in the stories I have heard.”

“Well, and so she is,” the youngest daughter said calmly. “She is kind to children, always, and any woman truly wronged may find a friend in her, but there are few men indeed to whom she is as kindly inclined as to you.”

“Kindly inclined?” He frowned. “I have never even seen her in all this time.”

“Yes, that is how I know she likes you. If she did not like you, she would have spent the seven days frightening you until you almost died of it, threatening all sorts of terrible penalties if you did not equal our labour.” She chuckled, seeming amused by the thought. “That is what she usually does! But you were so polite and respectful, acknowledging us your betters at our own work, that she has hardly troubled to look at you.”

The youngest brother frowned. “Of course you are better than I am at your own work,” he said, puzzled. “I have never done any of these tasks before. Even had I not been schooled as a warrior, what man could equal a woman at the work she has known all her life, and he never?”

The creaking laugh behind him told him that the Cailleach Foraoise was not so far away, after all, and when he turned to look he found her sitting under one of the small apple trees, turning an apple over and over in her fingers. Behind her, the sunset of the seventh day was painting the sky in streaks of brilliant colour. “It would surprise you,” she said in her harsh voice, “how many men are just such fools as that. Very well, youngling. You’ve done your work well - oh, with no great skill, but you truly made your best effort, and respected those with greater skill than your own, which inclines me to approve of you. Tell me what you came for.”

“My uncle the king is mad, or possessed, or under some terrible curse,” the youngest brother said, rising to bow politely. “He has become cruel and fey, even slaying his own sons, and all his people live in terrible fear and hardship. I came to ask for your aid in ending this state, and returning peace to the land.”

“Indeed. And do you ask me to cure him, or to kill him? Do you seek to be a king, youngster, and take his place?”

“I? No, indeed!” The youngest brother laughed ruefully. “Wise Woman, I’m the youngest of three brothers. It is my eldest brother who is his heir.”

“Oh? Then why is he not here, working to save his kingdom?” The bright eyes were very keen, and once again she seemed to look right through him.

“Why, because he is elsewhere working to save his kingdom,” the youngest brother said readily. “We each went a different way. The eldest went to the next kingdom, to seek aid of our allies, and the next went to the wizard on the hill, and I came here. Three chances of aid are better than one, and where one or two might fail, one might succeed.”

“Well, that’s sound sense,” the Cailleach Foraoise admitted after a moment’s thought. “Only a fool puts all his eggs under one hen.”

“Indeed. And I do not ask you to kill or to cure, for I truly don’t know what to do for the best. If he can be cured, it will be a cruel torment to him to see the terrible things he has done. And yet he is my kinsman, and to seek his death would be a wicked thing.” He spread his hands helplessly. “It seemed to me best to ask you for aid, and trust to one wiser than I to know what truly would be aid, and what would be harm, even with the best of intentions.”

“And if he dies, you cannot be held a kinslayer if you put the matter in my hands, eh?” She laughed her cracked laugh again, and held up a hand when he blushed and tried to speak. “Nay, nay, boy, I don’t think less of you for being cautious. Very well then. I will give you the aid you need - not what you seek, mark you, but what you need - and the price…” She rubbed her chin thoughtfully. “To earn this boon, you must answer three questions, before my daughters and me, and if we judge your answers both true and pleasing, you will be rewarded. But if you lie, or we are angered by your answers, there will be a price to pay that will be harsh indeed.”

He sweated at that, for it would be no easy task even for him, who so far had pleased them well. And yet she could have charged him to do anything - to catch a magical fish that answered riddles, or to steal seven stars from the sky for her daughters to wear in their hair, or to climb a mountain of glass. Answering three questions, however difficult they might be, was still a light task compared to others he knew she had set. “Yes, Wise Woman, I will do so.”

She brought him to the hall, where all seven of her daughters were seated in a row, on seven chairs, for the youngest had slipped away while he spoke to her mother. The Cailleach Foraoise went to another chair, larger and grander, and sat down in it, folding her gnarled and clawed hands together. “Now, youngster. Three questions you must answer, and mind, you must answer each in brief, not make a speech, and stand by your words, for if you lie my magic will tell it. If my daughters like your answer, they will remain as they are. If even one turns from you, the game is forfeit. Do you understand?”

“I understand, Wise Woman,” he said, and though he was nervous, he cleared his throat and stood straight and tall. “I am ready.”

“Very well. The first question is this.” The witch stared at him, and into him. “Are you a good man?”

It was true what his tutors had told him, that a simple question could be the hardest to answer. He must not boast or seem prideful, and yet to deny goodness might be displeasing too, and he must be entirely truthful and answer in one, at that! For a moment his mind raced, and then he drew a deep breath. “I do my best to be a good man, by my own judgment and knowledge, and I think that no imperfect mortal may claim more than that,” he said steadily.

Several of the daughters smiled, and none turned away. The Cailleach Foraoise nodded approvingly. “Truly answered, and well answered, for no man may answer yes without committing the sin of pride, and yet only a fool would answer no.” Then she smiled, showing too-sharp, too-grey teeth. “The next question, then. Of my daughters, which is the fairest?”

The youngest brother glared at her, for that was an unfair question to ask, before them all, and how to answer without lying and without offense was even harder to work out than the first time. Then a thought came to him, of fair and unfair, and he smiled. “Why, that is hard to say on so short an acquaintance, but I have found them all to be entirely just, for not one blamed me for my lack of skill, knowing I had done my best, but each praised me for working hard.” he said innocently. “Fair and just, indeed, and kind too, for with all my efforts I was a poor helper.”

The oldest actually laughed at that, and the other daughters smiled, and the Cailleach Foraoise laughed her cracked laugh. “Oh, he may twist words to suit himself, I see… but I’ll let it pass, for it’s a true answer and a good answer as well.”

She leaned back in her chair, watching him for a long moment. “A good man, but not a fool. A kind man, but a wary man. Humble enough to labour, but bold enough to lead,” she said thoughtfully. “Yes. You will do. Tell me, which of my daughters will you take for your wife? Think before you answer, for only one answer is the right one.”

This should have been the hardest question of all, and for a moment he was too stunned to do more than gape at her… but as he stared at the daughters, he saw the youngest touch the hand of the girl next to her, who looked nervous, and smile reassuringly. And then he knew what the only right answer could be, and spoke up bravely. “At your command, Wise Woman, I would not marry one of them, for I’ll take no wife forced to have me,” he said, meeting her eyes. “But if there’s one who would wish to have me, and who would be happy with me, then the honour would be mine, for they are all kind, and just, and skilled, and it is a fortunate man who could call any one of them his wife… though the youngest will need a few years yet before he should,” he added, winking at her.

This time, all the daughters laughed, and their mother with them. “Well said, well said!” cried the Cailleach Foraoise, and suddenly she looked far less fearsome, and more kindly. “No man could answer better than that. Very well, then, I will give you your aid, and send you forth to meet your brothers on the road this very night. And when your duty is done, come back - in no more than seven days, mark you - and I will wed you to my daughter Aine.” She drew forth the daughter who had worked with him in the stillroom, who was neither the plainest nor the prettiest, but whose merry eye and bright smile had pleased him well, and whose kindness and wisdom even more so. “She is a princess in her own right, driven out of her land by a usurper, and long have I sought for a man who will do for her, for he must be brave and bold, wise and clever to fight for her rights, and yet he must be one who will not try to push her aside or rule over her, but who is humble enough to allow that a woman may know more than a man, and do her own work better than he does.”

It was the youngest brother’s turn to laugh, and he bowed to the Cailleach Foraoise, and kissed Aine’s hand. “I could not ask for higher praise, or a wife better suited to me,” he said, and was pleased to see her blush and smile. “You have my thanks, Wise Woman… and my promise that I will return.”

And indeed, he did not return in seven days, but in three, and brought his brothers with him to the wedding feast. They celebrated that wedding for three more days, and then the brothers parted again, one to rule his kingdom, and one to apprentice to a wizard, and one to set out with a merry bride and a good horse to claim what was hers, and would be theirs together hereafter.

For the Cailleach Foraoise has seven daughters, but they are not always the same daughters, and whenever one leaves, another is brought to the upside down house in the center of the lake, to find six loving sisters waiting to welcome her, and a home that will be hers until she chooses to leave.

Author’s note: No, I don’t know how to pronounce it. Google Translate was unforthcoming.

#original fiction #short story #new fairy tales #going old school with this one #threes and sevens and animals in danger and trick questions #the lot #enjoy

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kingdoms-and-empires · 3 years ago

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Kingdoms and Empire RO list and Demo Link and Tumblr search help!

This is going to be pinned for my Tumblr peeps that dont want to make an account on Choice of Games forums!

DEMO LINK:https://dashingdon.com/play/fatedflame52/kingdoms-and-empires-beta/mygame/

Here is a guide to find specific posts on my Tumblr since I realized that I actually kept it pretty organized lmao

If you see the above picture, then it means you’re in the main website for the game! That’s good!!!

Now, scroll down until you see this:

Click on the “Search this blog...” button, and from there on, you’ll be able to find any specific posts about a certain subject!

For example, I want to see what posts have “art” as tagged for KaE:

Hit enter, and your screen should reload, you’ll then see all the posts in my Tumblr with the #art tag!!

Here’s a quick list of tags I use that should get you started on the right path!

art

worldbuilding

lore

ideabucket

question(s)

meme(s)

and any specific character’s name!

First up! Some ground rules! I have some hidden ROs that will be unlocked during your playthroughs just to spice things up. Some hidden ROs have been revealed already lol. This list will include the major ROs that are public, plus an extra that no one has met yet that will be introduced in the Academy Arc!

Demo Link: https://forum.choiceofgames.com/t/kingdoms-and-empires-wip-176k-word-sfw-demo/118282

Patreon Demo: https://www.patreon.com/KingdomsAndEmpires?fan_landing=true

Discord: https://discord.gg/73WdMMNXvm

Ladies first!

Princess Amina Jelaytha: Current heir and princess of the Kingdom of Jelaytha, who can be romanced by male MCs. She inherited Queen Khari’s exceptional beauty and charming personality. Politically adept and known to be capable with a spear, she loves conversation and contests of wit. She is incredibly driven, competent, proud, and elegant. Basically an alpha female who would normally scare off her suitors cause of how awesome she is. But Male MCs arent normal! Due to her lack of experience with romance and intimidating possible suitors, she will be flustered and shy around you, not knowing how to act or respond to your courtship. When dating her, she gets warm fuzzy feelings around you, feeling as if you are “home”. Lots of blushing, lots of innocent love abound. Later on in the relationship, she will start singing to you...especially when you have nightmares from the caravan attack.

Astrid Ulthred: Daughter of Lord Archibald, romanceable by male MCs. Sister of Wythela Ulthred, Sword Saint and wife to Imperial Heir Gareth. She prefers animals to other people. When in love, Astrid likes to be near the MC and touchy. She's the "Cold Exterior" type of personality, not prone to showing her emotions around other people or even talking. She keeps a cool demeanor even when around friends, but when she likes you she cant express herself via words...so she does the next best thing, she tugs at you for attention, puckers her lips to tell you she wants kisses, and stays by your side to hold your arm when walking together. By no means shy, she'll grab ya butt if she thinks you're looking particularly thicc. She gets a tightness in her chest with you when you’re in a relationship, a need to be physically near you and in her sight. Is very jealous and will show you she is. She only feels comfortable with you. She likes stroking your hair, a habit she picked from being with animals so much lmao!

Nysthe Trevalyn: Sister of Lord Kayleth, can be romanced by a male or female MC. She has been helping her brother rule his province with her talent for administration and politics. She is gregarious and known to take charge of situations. Always seen with a confident smile. SHE courts YOU. She knows what she wants, and you’re it. It was love at first sight for her when she saw you, and she will do anything to protect you and keep you safe. She feels a want for you, as if she was addicted to you and your presence. Can be very jealous, she just doesn’t show it. She stares lovingly into your eyes as a habit. She also give phenomenal massages.

Cheris Mendrion: She is the daughter of Lord Robert, romanceable by female MCs. She is quiet, reserved, and fiercely intelligent. She is also an extremely talented artist. Has seen how her aunt was treated by Prince Daerin so she hates cheaters. When courted, she will break out of her shell, being a sweet tender girl who only ever wanted true love. She is an old soul at heart, and will sketch the MC at times to comfort her. She feels finally at peace with you, no fiery passions or desire, just safety and happiness...and thats all she has ever wanted from a partner. Whenever the MC feels down,

Lucina Ulrich: A childhood friend who may be romanced by a male MC. Lucina is adventurous at heart and a day dreamer. Losing her days while reading romance novels and being brought up as a traditional noblewoman, Lucina is filled with passion and desire. She wants to experience the same things as the heroines in her books do, to be free and have a taste of forbidden love. When courting her, she gets butterflies in her stomach. She wants all your attention, and gives her attention to you. She is always down to cuddle if you feel down.

Mary Ewyin: Adopted daughter of Lady Valerie Ewyin and your oldest childhood friend + fellow survivor! She is romanceable by male MCs. Mary is sweet, caring, and trusting of you. If you decide to take the next step with your friendship, she will probably not change much from how much she fusses, cares, and worries about you. Except she will probably kiss you in front of people so they know you’re HER man. Mary likes burying her face in your chest, finding the beat of your heart relaxing and comfortable. She is basically a wife from the very get go since she knows all your likes and dislikes since childhood, and she can read your mind eerily too well. She will also always pack your lunches. Adelina and Uriel automatically approves of her.

NOW FOR THE MEN!

Veriel Ulrich: A childhood friend who may be romanced by a male or female MC. He’s gregarious, likes to be out in the sun, and generally seen as a natural leader for others. He is well-liked by his peers. He considers himself the MCs best friend, and frequently compares his talents and achievements to the MC. He wears his heart on a sleeve. For him, he feels most comfortable knowing the MC is near them. He likes cuddling as much as his sister does. He also gets easily jealous. While courting him, he will show you off and make sure you’re in the spotlight.

Edward Mendrion: Son of Lord Robert, romanceable by male MCs. Edward is considered a dutiful, considerate, and serious young man. He is constantly worried about the wellbeing of his people, family, and friends. When courted, Edward treats his relationship with the MC just as he does everything else. He will be considerate for the MC’s feelings and support them whenever he’s able. Edward is a caretaker, who gives more than he takes. He feels anchored when around the MC. If the MC is feeling down, he will recite his private poetry to them.

Maximillian: A young man of common birth, who can be romanced by female MCs. He has an unknown background. Charismatic and athletic, he is quick to make friends and kind to others. Sent to the Imperial Academy as a trainee for his exceptional skills. When courted, he breaks down his mask and becomes flustered, and romantically awkward. He wants to be honest with the MC, but finds it difficult. He can’t shake off the butterflies whenever he sees the MC. He has many secrets surrounding him. Also extremely good at cooking, and will do so when you feel down.

Zera Arava: Son of the High Kinlord Mago who may be romanced by female MCs. Was sent across the Snowpeaks in an effort to show submission and friendship with the Belthean Empire. Zera is beautiful, cold, cynical, and sarcastic. Having been used as a pawn by his father, he doesn’t trust easy. If you manage to break his shell, he will be mean to everyone else except you. He becomes paranoid about losing you, and does like other men approaching you that he doesn’t know. He finally feels wanted, and doesnt want to lose you. Zera will sing to you, something he only did for his mother before she died.

Voryn Resdayn: The eldest son of Imperial Grand Vizier Araynys Resdayn, the second most powerful woman in the empire. Romanceable by female MCs. Voryn is the most infamous student in the Academy. He loves to party making sure everyone is having a good time. He is rumored to be the greatest in his generation in the empire, whispers who claim he was personally trained by the Sword Saint. Self assured and arrogant in his abilities, he nevertheless has proved to be gregarious, friendly, and even helpful to other students. When courted, he will fall in love and only listen to you, start going to his classes and stop partying like he used to. He takes your relationship very seriously. He finally feels complete with you in his life. Is an expert and gardening and brewing tea, which he used to comfort you whenever you’re feeling down.

#kingdomsandempires #ChoiceScript #choice of games #romance #Romance options #interactive fiction #ro

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errruvande · 2 years ago

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The broken king

I know i'm late for the prompt, but I wanted to write this so bad, so here it is. The 4th day of Armitage Summer Splash!

Trope: Betrayal Quote: “You’re the best thing that happened to me.”

Character: Thorin Oakenshield AN I wanted it a bit more angsty than it turned out to be, but still, enjoy 💖 I love some post-dragon sickness Thorin

For several weeks there wasn’t any sound heard from Thorin’s quarter. For several weeks nobody had seen Thorin leaving his room to eat, or to talk to anyone, he almost missed his coronation, if Dwalin hadn’t drugged the king out of his royal bed into the coronation hall, squeezed him into appropriate clothing and put his weakened body on the throne by himself.

Nobody could identify what Thorin’s behavior awaked in them. Feeling so close to being miserable and small but so full of anger and frustration, their heads were about to explode into a million little pieces, because of what Thorin didn’t do. Live as he made his dream come true.

He’s brought back his kingdom, gave his people home once again, their home, home they once lost and finally found. Gave his nephews a future. Why was he himself so miserable, so gloomy?

That was the first day in weeks they heard voices in Thorin’s quarters. Filli and Killi were trotting by his rooms to their own, faces made grim as fast as the door was within their eyeshot. They felt so lonely in the giant kingdom without their uncle being the cautious pain in their asses, but it was their favorite pain and their favorite uncle, and they wanted his grumpy warnings back. Never have the two brothers thought they will be missing their uncle’s tiresome lectures about what the king’s heir can and cannot do, and him rollking his eyes when he find out they did something stupid again. Killi and Filli just missed their uncle.

“Have you heard that?” Fili stopped midstep, head just slightly turned to Thorin's door. “He’s talking!”

Kili’s eyes widened in a matter of seconds, following his brother’s gaze with curiosity, he almost squealed. “I can’t believe he’s coming back!” He narrowed his eyes on his brother with a sly smile, before his hand hung on the doorknob. But before Kili had the opportunity to pull the knob down and push the doors open, Fili slapped his hand with his, making Kili jerk in pain, brows knitted together in frustration.

“We can’t just burst into his room!” Fili hissed. He always has been the most cautious out of two of them, probably because he had to guard his little brother from any given danger Kili was determined to drag himself into. “He sees us, he hides again!”

“Then we make a little gap and peep through…” Kili flashed his hand back on the doorknob and pulled it down, pushing the door so slightly so it couldn’t release any creak.

“What have I done? What have I brought onto my people?” They heard the gravy voice of their uncle filling the room, and for once they both shrugged, sharing a look filled both with happiness, for they finally heard Thorin’s voice again, and fear, for he was talking gloomy, self-destructive nonesens.

“I had everything! I had friends, family, I had their trust and their love and now I have nothing!” The crown slid on the floor, gliding to young Durin’s eyeshot. Thorin collapsed near the heavy circlet and Fili and Kili heard the one tiny sob. “I’ve ruined everything I had…”

He bent forward and wrapped his palms around the crown, staring at it for a long minute, sniffling inaudibly. Then he stood up on his shaky legs, balancing himself with his hand, Thorin put the crown on his bed, waiting for the weariness to end and dragged himself to the mirror.

Brothers saw the mirrored face, pale and much slimmer than it was when they had been traveling. Shivers ran down their spines as they looked each other in the eyes, holding back emotions the mere sight of his uncle boiled in them as Smaug's breath boiled the gold in the forges.

“You’re the best thing that happened to me.” He looked at his own reflection, finger stuck to the glazing. Thorin took a deep breath, fighting back tears, or what was left of them. “You, Thorin Oakenshied, are the best thing in your life and you betrayed yourself! Your kin, your principles, everything!” They saw his lips twitching in ugly attempt to stop the tears rolling down, to make his voice sound heavy and strict as it once sounded. “You were so weak, so miserable, you almost killed your friend out of greed, and now you’re killing yourself…” He cupped his face in his palms, letting the cry fly out of his mouth and break into the skin of his hands, but Kili and Fili saw his whole body waving with agony. “You told them you don’t want to die hiding, clawing for breath, but…” He studied himself in the mirror, mouth turning into a scowl, and overlooked the dirty room he hadn’t been leaving for a few weeks on end, when he finally saw the two pairs of eyes glowing in the door gap.

“Mahal help us!” They shot the door and hastened themselves to leave the corridor, when Fili suddenly froze midstep, lifting his worried eyes on his little brother. He shook his head, turning slowly and making his way back to Thorin’s door.

He found Thorin still standing on the same spot, eyes glued to the place he saw his nephews peeping on him.

“Uncle!” Fili burst into his room and in a few moments Thorin felt his older boy’s arms locking around him, and a moment later the second pair of hands had been wrapped around him as well. “All the things you said,” Fili was spluttering all over his words, breathing into Thorin’s neck, not willing to let his hands off his uncle. “don’t say that again! You have us, have all of us, our love and our trust, and you are more than just worthy of having these! Imagine the look of joy on Balin’s face when he sees you walking to the throne room? Bombur will be so happy to see you eating his food again! We all will be happy to see you live.”

Fili tore his face off Thorin’s neck and looked him in the eyes, in hope to find at least a little hope and live in them. “Don’t blame yourself for those actions, you were sick, you weren’t yourself when you’ve done it, please, uncle, stop torturing yourself. We don’t blame you, we never will! We need you!” Once more he embraced his uncle till felt he could hold his arms no more.

“You’re so grown up now…” Thorin wrapped his hand around Fili’s shoulder and another around Kili’s. “You’ll be a great king, Fili.”

Fili smiled, seeing the glint in his uncle’s eyes. “Someday maybe, but now I have my King, the greatest king of Erebor.”

Thorin couldn’t kill the smile that was slowly stretching on his face, as well as he couldn’t kill the burbling sound when Kili squeezed him even tighter in his embrace.

“Uncle?” Fili peeked at Thorin, eyes ever so smooth and warm; Thorin pulled one brow up. “Your friends are waiting for you.”

Thorin bent his back a little to see his nephews better, and the love nestling in Fili and Kili’s eyes while they were looking at him pierced his mind like the finest elven arrow.

“They’ve been waiting for me long enough,” he looked at himself in the mirror. He could’ve looked better, but it wasn’t the main question then. He finally was at ease with himself, finally wanted to step out of his cage. Kili tore himself off Thorin and jumped to the bed, taking the crown in his hands gently as he could and put it on Thorin’s head, looking at Thorin’s reflection proudly. “I won’t let them wait any longer.”

Tags: @lathalea @fizzyxcustard @thespiritoflife

#armitage summer splash #thorin oakenshield #thorin #thorin fic #thorin fanfic #the hobbit

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ineffablebooklover · 3 years ago

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Woo! this took longer than expected. I’m super sorry, school has been piling up so maybe promps will come every week or two. Thanks for your patience and support :)

anwyas, lets get into this!!! I‘ve been excited for this prompt, a Sambucky Sleeping Beauty AU. There’s just so many places to go with this. So without further ado:

Bucky Rose

a Sambucky Sleeping Beauty AU

“In a far away land long ago lived a King and his fair Queen. Many years had they longed for a child and finally, their wish was granted.”

People came from near and far to celebrate the birth of the child Alaric, their heir to the throne. Everyone except a certain brunette who lived deep in the forest and was discarded by all but one.

So the party was held, people came bearing gifts, and so did three fairies, who gifted beauty, curiosity(that hopefully led to smarts), and-

BANG! With a neon flash and a swift ‘whoosh’, the air staled and breaths were held. Maleficent, the horned fairy in the woods, stood before the kingdom. She chuckled, maleficently.

“Ah yes, so sad my partner couldn’t make it today. Alas, I see neither of us even got an invitation?” She feigned a pout at the king.

“You and your… your… you’re not welcome here!” The king stuttered out.

Maleficent scowled for real now, turning her attention to the baby. “Ah, how cute,” she said in a tone that in no way alluded to ‘cute’. “A sweet little boy who will one day become king. Say, do you expect any heirs?”

The king growled back at Maleficent.

“Anyways, gift time!” Maleficent cackled.

Before anyone could say a word, she looked at the baby and pointed a long, slender finger at the child.

“You may flirt but you shall never find a girl who you love as she loves you! Hah! And when you turn 16, you shall prick your finger on a spinning wheel and fall asleep until a true love's kiss, blah blah blah. Okay well farewell everyone! Good luck!” She smirked, winked, and then she was gone.

Murmurs scattered across the room. How was a true love supposed to awaken the prince if the prince would never love a girl? The king was horrified. No wife meant no heirs that weren’t out of wed-lock. He would have no bastard as an heir.

The queen took his arm. “Dear... what are we to do?”

The king nodded solemnly. “It is horrible, I know.”

“If he sleeps for so long he will practically be dead!” The queen cried.

“Oh, right. That,” the king replied. His mind was still focused on the whole ‘no-wife’ part.

“Perhaps Maleficent is trying to kill him... oh this palace isn’t safe anymore Stephan!” The queen realized. And with that, the baby Alaric was hurried out of the palace in the middle of the night to be taken care of by 3 peasant women in the woods. Even his name was changed to Bucky Rose, so Maleficent wouldn’t find the boy.

~•~

For all his life before the slumber, Bucky Rose had wondered. He was inventive as an infant, a curious child, and turned out to be quite the troublesome teenager.

His days has been long, yet limited to the small square of woods he lived in with his three godmothers. So whenever a fair maiden were to waltz into his neck of the woods, he was indeed very inquisitive.

But, like the curse had stated, he loved no girl like she loved him. And he never did. He had talked to his god-moms about it, and all they did was shake their heads, for they had no answer to give him, only the fact of the spell.

Bucky soon taught himself the word ‘loophole’. It came with a boy his age, a childhood friend, who had grown big and strong, a proper farmhand, maybe even a soldier. Bucky had loved no girl, but Bucky had loved Steve in a much grander scale than mere friends would.

When he had told his god-moms, as he told them everything, they had realized that this was what the curse meant. But they were happy that Bucky had found love in his heart. They knew he was not incapable of love, for he loved them so, but they were glad to know his heart reached out to another, and perhaps he wouldn’t be so alone.

But when Bucky’s life turned up-side down, and when he pricked his finger on the spinning wheel at 16, Steve had left for a girl in town, one by the name of Peggy.

But I’m getting ahead of myself. How exactly had the prince pierced his flesh to a spinning wheel? Well, let’s start one day before his 16th Birthday...

“I shall make a cake!”

“And I’m making a royal coat!”

“And I’m using magic because I know neither of you are useful without it!” Merriweather shouted at them.

“No! Magic!” The two shouted from below.

Bucky, leaving the hassle of the house as if he has heard nothing, called out his departure to his godmothers.

“Be back by lunch dear!”

“I will!” Bucky shouted back, then ran out of the house with the hope of picking some berries in the woods, but also the hope of seeing him again. He sighed as he walked through the pathway, bouncing around through the forest, humming a happy tune. He would be 16 tomorrow, and his godmothers seemed to be making a great deal about it.

Bucky wandered around the forest, thoughts of Steve’s pure heart and charming smile warming Bucky's heart more than a thousand hugs would.

A splash cut through Bucky’s thoughts like a falcon diving into water. Bucky swiveled around, speed-walking towards the pond. Steve never fell in the pond. So who…

A young boy had fallen into the pond, his horse on the side of the water’s edge.

“Who’re you?” Bucky asked in an accusatory tone.

The boy looked up, dark eyes wide. He was young, dressed propper, had deep brown skin, and was not in a good mood. The boy glared at his horse. “Samson! What was that for?”

The ‘Samson’ in question just nickered. Bucky looked the two up and down.

“What are you two finely dressed gentlemen -gentlehorse in your case- doing out here?” Bucky asked.

“Well what does it look like we’re doing?” The boy snapped back. “We‘re stuck with having to go to the prince’s Royal sweet 16!”

Bucky was shocked by this. “The prince is turning 16? But we don’t even know who the prince is!”

The boy rolled his eyes. “Yeah well that’s why it’s stupid. I don’t even wanna be here. Some guy I don’t know is getting a birthday party and didn’t even have cake.”

‘This boy is quite… interesting,’ Bucky thought, crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow at the kid. “Look, it’s gotta be fun, I mean it’s a Royal party! You’re lucky you even get to go. What are you, a prince?”

The boy nodded. “That’s Prince Sam to you!”

Bucky scoffed. “Yeah there’s no way I’m calling you that. Come on kid, let’s just get you to the palace and then go get ready to celebrate a birthday party.” He offered a hand, and Sam took it, standing with a huff. Soon he was on his way, Bucky wondering how strange the boy was. ‘He’s just a rich kid, whatever.’

Bucky sometimes wished he could be royalty. Especially with his birthday lying on the same day as the prince, it was getting annoying having to squish down his hopes. He was adopted, and the king and queen knew who their son was. Anyways, he had Steve. That was enough. Even if Steve didn’t show up today.

~•~

After an early celebration of cake, presents, and lots of laughs, Bucky’s godmothers suggested they go for a walk. The evening sun was appearing, the lovely color grazing over the castle in the background. It really was a lovely sight.

“So… where exactly are we going?” Bucky asked.

His godmothers exchanged a glance. “We’re heading to the palace. To celebrate the prince’s birthday tomorrow,” was all Merriweather said. Flora and Fauna shot her a glare.

“Oh,” was all Bucky said. He was hoping to spend his birthday with his godmothers, or at least go somewhere fun for his birthday, but the stupid prince had to have his birthday on the same day as Bucky, so Bucky tried to suck it up as he frowned at the grass between his toes.

“Bucky...” Flora looked at Fauna as they tried to raise Bucky’s mood, but stopped short. Any more, and he would know.

Any more, and his life would change.

Any more, and he’d know before he was supposed to.

Any more, and-

“What’s with all this tension?” Merriweather groaned. “Bucky, you’re the prince!”

---end of Part 1

that was part one! I hope you peeps enjoyed! Stay tuned for more :)

#mcu #sam wilson #bucky barnes #sambucky #ibl writing commissions #writing commissions #sleeping beauty au #school is hard y’all #I applaud those who can deal with it #part 1 #merriweather #is a little bit of a disaster #and I relate #bucky rose

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alj4890 · 4 years ago

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Misfortune's Intentions

(Liam x OC*Elisse Millan) (Drake x Riley)

A/N A couple more months have gone by. Liam and Elisse have attended many of the same events in Cordonia, gradually getting closer to one another. In this chapter, they begin the necessary steps toward a more personal relationship. Liam also has an honest conversation to the two that he once trusted the most.

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Chapter 3 Heart’s Honesty

The Royal Palace, Cordonia...

Liam looked up when he heard the murmur of feminine voices passing by on their way to the solarium.

Creeping towards the cracked door, he peeped out to see who it was.

He caught just a glimpse of Olivia, Riley, and Madeleine turning toward the right.

Curious yet not wishing to get caught up in conversation with any of them, he settled back in his chair and continued to review a trade proposal Elisse had given him from Amalas.

Monterisso's queen was not going to wait around on Riley's baby in making inroads toward a strong, beneficial relationship between their two countries. Since the pregnancy had been announced a couple of months back, Liam and his close knit group of friends had spent numerous events speaking to pushy foreign monarchs.

The only bright side to meeting so often, were the moments he had with Elisse. They were few and far between and much too short to satisfy him. A dance shared, a few words spoken here and there, possibly a shared smile over a private joke. All ended up making her the first person he searched for when entering into a room.

"Would you like me to bring a tray in here, your majesty or would you prefer having lunch in the dining room?"

Liam looked up at one of the footmen. "A tray, please." He called the man back. "Is there some gathering this afternoon?"

"The Queen Mother is hosting some ladies for tea in the solarium." The footman replied.

"Ah." Liam tried to focus. "Do you know who she invited?"

"I know some, sir."

Liam cocked an eyebrow, trying not to be impatient.

"Duchess Riley is the honored guest." The footman began to go through the usual name of Cordonian ladies. "Queen Isabella and Queen Amalas have also arrived."

Liam grit his teeth at not hearing what he wanted to most. "Did Queen Amalas bring another lady with her, by chance?"

"I'm not sure, sir. Should I go inquire?"

"No." Liam muttered. "Just bring my lunch in here, please."

"At once, sir." He bowed and left the king alone.

"There you are."

Liam nearly cursed. "Drake. Join me, won't you?"

"Thanks." He sat down on the couch across from him. "Haven't seen much of you recently."

Liam held up the documents he was reading. "Kingdom business."

"Ah." Drake drummed his fingers on his pants.

Liam tried to tune him out.

"Riley's having a tea party with Regina and a few others."

"So I've heard."

"Did you know the Spy Queen has returned?"

"Yes." Liam responded. "So did Auvernal's queen."

Drake ran a hand through his hair. "So, uh, have you gotten anything out of the spy that has taken up residence nearby?"

Liam lowered the documents. "Spy? What are you talking about?"

"Your investigation with Queen Amalas’s cousin." Drake narrowed his eyes. "That is why you are spending so much time with her isn't it?"

"Lady Elisse is more of a messenger between me and Amalas." Liam bit out.

"I've never seen you make sure to share most of your dances with messengers before, much less spend anymore time than you have to."

"I am doing exactly what I promised." Liam informed him. "I am taking time to get to know her. All these new events have limited my chances to be alone with her."

"Alone with her?" Drake leaned forward. "Why are you wanting to be alone with her?"

At this moment, Liam did not want to admit to Drake that he believed he was ready to try and fall in love again. He had yet to actually have a real date with Elisse, much less kiss her. He also wasn't certain her own feelings about taking that next step.

She seems to like me, he thought. Is it more than a friend? Or am I simply fooling myself like I did with Riley?

"Li?" Drake waved a hand. "Still with me?"

Liam closed his eyes. "Yes, sorry." He cleared his throat. "If I am alone with her, then she will be more inclined to talk about things she would never feel comfortable doing at a crowded gathering."

Drake slowly nodded. "That's true. Sounds like a good plan."

A plan to test her and see if she feels as I do, Liam thought.

"Are you going to try and get her alone after the queen's tea?"

Liam's eyes widened. "Elisse is here?"

"Well, yeah." Drake tilted his head slightly. "Liam, you sure there isn't anything wr--"

"Positive." Liam excused himself. "I need to put these papers in the study. Feel free to call down to the kitchen for an extra tray for lunch."

***************

The Solarium, Royal Palace, Cordonia...

What would I do without all these pastries?

Elisse gratefully took another bite of a strawberry tart. If her mouth was full then she wouldn't be pressured to talk.

Which was a good thing considering how she felt about Lady Riley Walker.

It nearly turned her stomach at how everyone was complimenting the waitress turned duchess. There was only so much bowing and scraping for attention Elisse could stand.

Especially to someone who had hurt Liam so horribly.

It didn't take a mind reader to realize that the reason Cordonia's king was not actively courting or planning on having little princes and princesses of his own was sitting across from her, gushing about what kind of father Drake would be.

"He has already promised to take all the late night diaper changes." Riley giggled.

Elisse didn't bother to hide her eye roll, earning a slight kick from her cousin.

Amalas sent her the look that somehow conveyed the reminder that they were trying to gain favor with the woman carrying the royal heir so stop making faces at every little thing she says.

Feeling somewhat chastised for possibly letting her cousin down, Elisse averted her gaze and poured herself another cup of tea.

How much longer are we going to have to sit here?

"Bradshaw would have fainted dead away if I remotely asked him to change one of the twins diapers." Isabella's brittle smile formed with the mention of her husband and children.

Elisse's eyes narrowed somewhat as she studied Auvernal's queen. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but there was something not quite right. She cut her eyes to Amalas, wondering if she too was seeing this.

Her cousin tucked a lock of her own hair behind her right ear and gently tugged on the earlobe.

Elisse returned her attention to the conversations, satisfied with that secret signal that Amalas not only saw it but was planning on investigating it further.

"What about you?" Riley asked.

Elisse glanced up and realized that all eyes were on her.

"I'm sorry." She stammered. "Did you ask me something?"

"Can you picture your husband changing diapers?" Riley prodded.

"I'm not married." Elisse forced a pleasant smile. "It's difficult enough imagining him doing so when I don't even know what he looks like."

"Oh!" Riley glared over at Madeleine. "I'm sorry. I was told you were married."

Madeleine chuckled softly. "Perhaps if you read the reports I give you, you wouldn't make a mistake like that."

Riley ignored her and focused once more on Elisse. She was determined to find out more about this woman who seemed to always find a way to be near Liam.

"Enough baby talk." She decided. "Let's talk romance."

"Zeke is taking me to Switzerland next week." Penelope shyly said. "A trip for just the two of us."

Kiara laughed. "He is so excited about it. It is all he talks of whenever one of us asks him something." She smiled at Penelope's blush. "Très romantique, non?"

"Very." Hana sighed. "You two are so sweet together."

"Anyone else have that special someone?" Riley asked. "Or needs a little help from Cupid to get them to act right?"

Olivia shook her head. "By Cupid, you mean you."

"I do." The duchess replied. "I know all about stubborn men trying their hardest to keep from being with the perfect person for them."

Elisse sat up a little straighter. "Is that how you and his grace got together?" She did her best to make her question sound like polite curiosity. "Did you have to convince him to be with you?"

Amalas stilled. She had been the one to tell Elisse all of what happened during Liam and Madeleine's engagement tour.

Riley had a dreamy expression on her face. "Drake Walker put up quite the fight. It took all my I had to get him to be with me."

"When did you realize he was worth it?" Elisse asked while turning in her chair so that Amalas couldn't kick her again. "Most would have focused on someone who seemed interested."

Olivia snorted in agreement. "I will never understand how you could choose Walker over Liam."

Riley's smile turned tender. "What can I say? He was a complete marshmallow whenever we were alone. I saw past his snark and knew he had to be mine."

"I think it's terribly romantic." Hana added. "He has shown over and over that you are the most important person in his life."

While Hana and Riley went through the list of things that made Drake perfect, Elisse tbought of Liam's actions in each scenario.

"He took a bullet for her." Hana explained to the visitors.

"I will begrudgingly give him credit for that." Olivia grumbled. "That and for helping take Anton down."

Elisse mentally countered that with Liam coming and facing Anton and his minions alone to rescue the couple.

"He sounds like he will be a protective father." Amalas interjected before they continued to extol his virtues. "One that knows the value of family."

Issabella narrowed her eyes at her. "I agree. Which is why I would love to have him as father-in-law to one of my," she took a gulp of tea, "darling twins."

While the two queens tried to sway Riley toward choosing their children, Liam stepped into the sunroom.

Regina looked up and smiled. "Liam dear, would you care to join us for a cup of tea?"

He shook his head. "Thank you, but I came in here for something else." His charming smile flashed to the ladies. "I do hate to interrupt, but I need to speak to Lady Elisse a moment."

She set her teacup down. "Yes, of course, your majesty."

When Liam noticed the curious looks, he explained that he needed her to clarify one of the requests in the document she had given him.

"Perhaps you need Queen Amalas too." Isabella smirked. "Since she is Monterisso's ruler. Plus, I'm certian Duchess Riley would enjoy hearing something other than Prince Josip's darling ways."

Amalas kept her cool and did not rise to the bait. "I would be more than happy to." She winked at her cousin. "But Elisse was such a help to me as I drafted it that she knows it as well as I do."

"We will only be a moment." Liam promised, setting Elisse's hand in the bend of his arm.

Riley, Olivia, and Hana all shared a knowing look.

Regina noticed their exchange and cleared her throat.

"Would anyone care for more tea?"

**************

Once they were out of earshot of the solarium, Elisse spoke up.

"What problem did you come across in the trade agreement?"

Liam's cheeks flushed. "Actually, I haven't seen any problem."

"Oh." She attempted to not let her imagination get away from her. "Then why did you take me away from the tea?"

Liam rubbed the back of his neck. "I'm not--that is--I" he chuckled softly while turning to face her. "I guess I simply wanted to see you."

Elisse doubted that anyone could be more adorable than Liam was in this moment.

She smiled and lowered her eyes. "Would it be too forward to say that I had hoped to causally bump into you while here for the tea party?"

"Definitely. Much too forward." He responded in a serious tone.

Her head jerked up and she saw the humor in his eyes.

She playfully pushed him away. "That certainly cured me of ever doing so again."

He laughed out loud, took her hand, and pulled her along with him.

"Where are we going?" She asked.

"To my study to look over the documents."

"But I thought you said there wasn't a problem."

Liam opened the door for her. "There isn't. But one must have their alibis in order, m'lady."

"What am I to do with you?" She teased once he shut the door.

Liam allowed his heated gaze to settle on her. Her question sparked his imagination. There were several things he would love for her to do with him.

"Is this where you spend most of your day?" She asked, exploring his bookshelves.

"For the most part."

Her eyes cut over to him. His casual stance as he leaned against the door was one she was noticing happened whenever they were near one another. His image he maintained to the rest of the world was one of proper, ram rod posture. There was rarely any softening or relaxed muscles.

Except with me, she thought.

Still highly curious and a touch nervous, Elisse sat down on a small couch.

"The Queen Mother told us about the ball you're hosting. How are the preparations going?"

Liam shrugged on his way to sit near her. "They must be going well. No one has come to me with any problems yet."

She turned towards him. "Is it for a special reason?"

You mean other than wanting a night where I can easily steal you away?

Liam kept that response to himself. "I suppose it is. Now that Lady Riley has gotten over most of the morning sickness, we can host a ball in honor of the royal heir."

Elisse was unable to control her facial expression. "I see."

Liam's eyebrows drew together. He had noticed that same irritated expression appear whenever the viscountess heard that particular name. "Elisse, do you not care for Riley?"

Her lips parted, ready to admit how she truly felt about the one that had hurt him, only to close shut. She knew she needed to be more diplomatic for Amalas’s sake.

She turned away from him and shook her head. "She seems pleasant."

Elisse was surprised she didn't choke on that word.

"Pleasant?" Liam's lips began to curve.

"Yes." She pointedly looked out the window, knowing he was amused at her answer.

If I look at him, it will all be over, she thought. She had to fight to keep her smile from appearing as he slid closer to her.

"You find Lady Riley pleasant?" He propped his elbow on the back of the couch and rested his head on his hand. "I don't think I have ever heard such a mild compliment toward her before."

Elisse was unable to resist and turned back toward him. He quirked an eyebrow in silent question when she simply stared at his face.

All she could think about was how generous he had been. Allowing Riley to live here to be near Drake. Giving her a title and a castle. Hosting their wedding. Standing as best man. Fighting to save their lives with little regard to his own safety. And now to naming their child as his heir.

Kindness barely scratchs the surface, she thought.

"Elisse?"

"Hmm?"

"What are you thinking so hard about?"

Without pausing to consider if she would end up embarrassed by her answer, she said exactly what was on her mind.

"You."

Liam didn't think any other answer could possibly top that one.

He slid his hand over hers. "I think of you often."

"You do?"

"No." He grinned at her frown. "It is more than often. You are rarely if ever far from my mind."

Her warm smile returned. "I suppose I am the same way."

Liam drummed up the courage to ask her out. "Elisse, would you--"

"Liam, I wanted to--" Riley's eyes widened at the pair on the couch. "Sorry. Drake told me he had seen you come in here. I didn't know you were still reviewing..."she noticed there wasn't one scrap of paper between them, "trade documents."

"We cleared that matter up quickly." Liam kept a hold on Elisse's hand. "Is there anything you need, Riley?"

"Yes, um, the ball. What exactly did you have planned?"

"Is there anything other than dancing, drinks, and food that Cordonians do at balls?" Elisse teased.

Liam chuckled. "Other than taking a moment to obsess over our apples, not really."

Riley narrowed her eyes. Their little jokes and touches were more serious than she thought.

"I wanted to come in and offer my help, if needed." She muttered.

"Thank you, but everything is under control."

Riley hesitated a moment. "Liam, Drake and I were hoping to speak with you," she glanced at Elisse, "privately."

Liam sighed softly. "I'll join you and Drake in the west drawing room in a moment."

"Okay." She couldn't think of a reason to stick around and see what was going to happen between him and the viscountess.

Once she shut the door, Elisse focused on Liam. "I suppose I should find Amalas."

"Not yet, please." He lowered his eyss to her hand in his. "Lady Elisse," he cleared his throat, "I was wondering if you would like to have dinner with me one night."

"Of course. I know we should to discuss the terms--"

"Not for work." He quickly interrupted. "I'm asking you for a date."

Elisse wondered if he could hear her heart pounding. "I would love to."

Liam released the breath he had been holding. "Then I will call you this evening and we will discuss the details."

She stood up, suddenly more nervous than she had been. "I look forward to it."

Liam lifted her hand to his lips. "So do I."

***********

"Drake, they were definitely not talking about trade deals." Riley paced back and forth. "He was holding her hand!"

"Take it easy." He placed his hands on her shoulders. "You know stress isn't good for you and the baby."

"What if Liam starts insisting that we sign an arranged marriage between our baby and Queen Amalas's son?" She cradled her small belly. "What will we do then?"

"We'll fix this." Drake reassured her. "Aren't you the one to point out how we always find a way to defeat those that come at us?"

She slowly nodded.

"Then don't worry." He pressed a tender kiss to her forehead. "We got this, Brooks."

The couple looked up when Liam came into the room.

“You wished to speak to me.” He sat down in one of the chairs.

“Liam,” Drake began, “what were you speaking to Elisse about?”

“We were discussing dinner plans this week.”

"Dinner plans? You have a date with Elisse?" Riley asked.

"Yes." Liam didn't bother to hide his smile. "We've had dinner and lunches together numerous times, but..." His voice held a hint of the true happiness he felt. "It has always been work related. I thought it was time for us to be together for no other reason than because we want to."

"But she's the Spy queen's cousin!" Riley exclaimed.

Liam quirked an eyebrow at her. "I know who her family members are."

Riley motioned to Drake to say something.

He cleared his throat. "Li, you know we only want to see you happy." He shifted under Liam's piercing gaze. "But we don't know if we can trust Amalas or anyone associated with her."

"I know I can." Liam's tone held a warning to not push him on this. "Elisse has never brought up the subject of your child marrying Amalas's son."

"She is probably waiting until you get more comfortable around her." Riley grumbled. "Seems like something a secret agent would do. Seduce the target into agreeing--"

Liam's hand slammed down on the end table next to him, causing the couple to jump in surprise.

"That's enough!" He snapped. His kingly authority reverberated within the formal drawing room. "I won't hear another word against Elisse." His blue eyes sparked with fury. "What proof do you have?"

"None." Riley stepped back from his glare. "Liam, you're so trusting that anyone can take advantage of your kindness."

"Yes," his soft tone scared them even more than his shouting. "I can see where you would both think that, given that I trusted you."

"Liam, what are you talking about?" Riley asked.

"I'm talking about the fact that nearly three years ago I trusted you with my heart." His eyes went from one to the other. "I laid it at your feet, Riley, and asked Drake to guard you while I tried to help uncover this conspiracy against you." He folded his arms. "If anyone shouldn't be trusted in this kingdom at the moment, it would be the two who betrayed me in the worst possible way."

Tear slipped down Riley's cheeks. "Liam, I...I thought you understood." She swallowed. "You stood there as Drake's best man at our wedding. You named our child your heir."

"Just because I understood, forgave you, and accepted it; that does not necessarily mean that I have forgotten." He replied. “I still trust you, but I have become more cautious in doing so.”

"Liam," Drake's voice cracked with regret. "I'm sorry. I had no idea you still felt--"

"I don't." Liam interrupted. "I haven't for a while now." His stance relaxed with his next words. “Since meeting Elisse, I have realized that I am able to move on from the past.”

He thought of the excitement he felt just in anticipating seeing her again. That desire to touch her. Finally feel what her lips against his. Seeing her smile. Holding her close.

He focused again on two people he still considered his best friends. "Regardless of what her cousin does, Elisse is innocent. She is the woman I intend on knowing on a personal level. You either support me in that and treat her with every bit of friendship and courtesy she deserves or you can return to Valtoria until you are able to do so."

With that, Liam left the couple with jaws dropped.

**************

Pier at Cordonia’s Capital a few nights later...

"Elisse?" Liam called out when he finally reached The Semblance sailboat.

She popped up from the galley. "Liam?"

His smile formed when she came over.

She climbed up the side, held onto the various ropes, and leaned forward. "Ready to come aboard?"

"You know, I'm not exactly fond of boats." He admitted. "One too many bad experiences."

Her smile turned tender. "I know. That's why we aren't going sailing." She tilted her head to where she had a table set. "I just wanted a spot where I could have you to myself."

Liam grabbed the same ropes and pulled himself until he was face to face with her. His lips curved at her slight intake of breath. "I could be on board with that."

She rolled her eyes playfully while groaning. Gripping his blazer she tugged him onto the boat. "Only you are cute enough to get away with that awful pun."

"I try." He teased.

She slipped her arm around him. "I hope you like what I prepared." Her eyes darted around as if she was worried someone would overhear. "Felix has been trying his hardest to teach me how to cook."

"Elisse, you shouldn't have gone to so much trouble." Liam tucked her long dark hair over her shoulder. "Just having a moment with you away from court and our duties is enough for me."

"Liam," she slid her arms up his chest, "I have a confession."

He placed his hands on her waist. "Oh?"

"Years ago, Amalas began a file on you." Her eyes darted to his lips before lifting once more to his crystal clear blue eyes. "And I read it."

Liam grimaced. "It sounds like you're about to say something I'm not going to like."

Her tender smile caused him to pause in pulling away.

"On the contrary," she stepped closer to him, "everything I read, I liked." Her dark brown eyes held his. "That's why I hope you like everything I've done."

Unable to resist the temptation any longer, Liam captured her lips in a heated kiss.

Her fingers tangled in his hair as he continued the sweet exchange.

Their eyes met as they began to part, only for them both to rush forward in a more passionate kiss.

"Liam." She said in a breathless voice when his lips brushed her cheek. "I've been waiting on you to do that for months now."

He chuckled, cuddling her close. "You have no idea how often I wanted to shove everything off my desk and yank you on it."

Her eyes twinkled. "I might have had similar thoughts."

He thought his face was in danger of being set in a permanent goofy grin.

A breeze brought their attention back to the carefully set table.

"I don't want to let your dinner go to waste." He murmured, kissing her neck.

"It probably tasted horrible anyway." She smiled at hearing his laughter. "I would like to get a second date out of this. My dinner might have sent you running as far away from me as you can."

"It wouldn't." He pressed his forehead against hers. "I have no intention of running away from you, Elisse."

Her smile took his breath away. With a slight joyful squeal, she kissed him once more.

"Would you like to lay here and watch the stars appear?" She motioned toward another section of the boat she had piled with an air mattress, blankets, and pillows. A bucket with chilled champagne was on hand with two glasses.

"Love to." He let her go, watching as she retrieved some strawberries and set them nearby their pallet.

He popped the champagne and filled their glasses.

"What should we toast to?" He asked.

"To the longest waited first date ever." She tapped her glass against his. "And how happy I am to finally be here with you."

Liam held her gaze as he downed his glass. He set it to the side and pulled her back in his arms. "Nowhere near as happy as I am."

****************

A few ships over, Olivia lowered her binoculars.

“The date seems to be going well.” She whispered.

“Do you think she can be trusted?” Hana asked.

“There’s only one way to know for sure.” Olivia passed the binoculars to her accomplice. “We need to dig up all we can on the viscountess and queen from Monterisso as well as everything I can on Auvernal’s monarchs.”

“If Liam falls in love with her,” Hana took a deep breath, “it will hurt him horribly if we discover she is using him.”

“He’s already been through so much.” Olivia murmured. “I don’t want to be the one to deliver news like that to him.”

“But we promised Riley we would investigate Elisse.” Hana shifted. “Do you think she is wrong about suspecting her?”

“I--” For the first time, Olivia doubted they needed to spy on Elisse. “I honestly don’t know.”

#misfortune's intentions #choices the royal heir #liam x oc #drake x riley #trh liam #choices trh #trh drake #choices olivia #choices hana

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arazolasecrets · 4 years ago

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Confessionals in Marriage

[ The following is a log of a scene between Estefania, and her husband Leviticus. ]

@seawitchtales

It had started as a normal day. Leviticus was at work at his forge*, she had gone over to say hello as she did every day, and then, her past suddenly popped out of no where, smacking her right in the face. Certain things were revealed (and kept) during Estefania's conversation with former ruler Hana Yasmin Udell, only for it to be cut short when urgent news came. It was definitely news that changed things on the Sargenis and Adair side, as well as Hana Yasmin, whom to Estefania's displeasure, had been involved with Slania's older brother, who had caused enough mess in Wexford. By the time Estefania was freed up again, the sky was dark and the crescent moon was in the sky. As Stef walked back to the little home she and Levi shared, she felt her knots in her stomach. She had been very vague about her past, for reasons, but now, there was no choice but to finally tell him everything. He knew about her tempestuous relationship with her brother, and how that eventually led her to Wexford, but she hadn't told him every detail. Each time she planned to tell him, she pushed the date back, and pushed, and pushed. But now, it was clearly time. When she got to the door, she let out a long sigh, looking up towards the sky as she tried to calm her nerves. Eventually, she opened the door, and stepped inside. "Levi? Are you home?" She asked as she closed the door. A part of her hope he wasn't yet. [d]

A bare leg was thrown over the back of the couch that he had fashioned out of leather and wood, the rest of his body draped in his finest silk robe, and upside down. Black eyes were peering into the dancing flames of the hearth, but Estefania’s voice pulled Leviticus back into reality. One arm lifted to place a nice little joint between his lips as the other one raised. “...now what kind of question is that, Little Dove, where else am I supposed ta’ be..” A Latin-Irish accent must of been quite comical to hear, at least it used to be. Pretty sure his Wife was used to it. Slowly he spun himself around so that he could stand, joint still in tow, and made his way around the couch. “...I could’ve drown, I mean really, had to bathe myself. Feed myself. I thought I was goin’ ta’ be sleepin’ all by myself too..” Both hands moved to his hips while a pained look crossed his face. He peeked the corner of his eye to look down towards his Wife, a thick cloud of smoke billowing from his nostrils. “...at least I didn’t have to kill anyone this time. Are you okay?” It was kind of late, and she was a grown ass woman and everything..but..uh. (D)

Well, there he was. No, life had decided that the time was now. She took off her cloak, because it was obviously colder since summer had ended, and hung it up by the door. "Sometimes you come home late from the forge and -- wait, is that my robe, or yours?" Estefania could never tell anymore. Sure, they more had a love for silk, and both got robes separately, but sometimes he borrowed hers, and she borrowed his. "...I can never tell anymore. But, you do somehow look better in silk than I do... " His words made her frown, and she walked over to him, her frown turning to a pout. She stood on her tiptoes and touched the sides of his faces, well, with the tips of her fingers. "I'm sorry. You know I would have never left you in the bath by yourself unless it was absolutely necessary." Then, she let out a short sigh, "And it was. I have to talk to you about something, and yes, it has something to do with the woman who came up to us today. I don't think I'm okay, to be honest." Estefania sadly smiled, or at least attempted to, and made her way to the couch. She sat, and patted the seat cushion next to her. Oh boy. [d]

A manicured brow arched rather slowly as he watched Stef move in the way she did. Hands remained on his hips as he gaze tore away from her to look at his robe. “...well, I wouldn’t push it that far. I look like a walking peep-show, and this is definitely mine..” He almost hissed. He had an affair with nice fabric since he was a child. Hmpf! Levi finally broke his stance so that he could go across the room to fetch a cup. After a little of this and a little of that was added to a sachet, he’d made his way back to the fire. “...I feel like I should stand for this, so continue on..” Oh, his eyebrow was still perked, no doubt. But! He’d pour some water from the kettle over the tea, before reaching out to place it in front of his Wife. “...maybe this will help with your nerves..” (d)

Estefania's nervousness broke for a moment, and she thought for a moment how Hana Yasmin, in shock, asked, "That's your husband?" She wondered how the woman would react seeing that the big, scary, wild looking blacksmith was also a silk aficionado, more so than her. She covered her mouth, almost laughing out at the thought, but soon she lowered her hand, smiling at him. "I could have sworn that was mine. Hm, that probably means the dark blue one is mine." Her stomach lurched, as if to say back to the subject! and she took in a deep breath, clasping her hands together."Yes, so the woman -- thank you, my love --" She quickly said as he prepared tea for her, and took it, holding the cup between her cold hands, " -- Is a woman from my past. I think I've told you that I was born in a Kingdom called Paraiso, but I was living in another kingdom called Etihad. Well, that woman is Hana Yasmin Udell. She was the former queen of those kingdoms. I served her for a long time. To my surprise, she abdicated." That was nothing to be nervous about, right? Well, by the look on Stef's face, there was more. "...Ah, so... I have not told you what I did in these kingdoms. I served the queen as uh...as her right hand. My family was pretty important..." She grimaced for a moment, realizing she was, yet again, dancing around the actual fact, "...In fact, my family, House Arazola, was the richest and most powerful family after the crown. I was the head of the family." [d]

“....yes, Dove, the flowers are mine..” He said almost matter-of-factually, before his feature lost all sign of laughter. He stood for a long while just looking around at random objects and puffing on his smoke. “..uh..huh..” Finally his gaze fell upon his precious Little Dove. “....so why, or rather how did I stumble upon such a thing in this town...almost drowned, no doubt? And what do you mean that you were if you sit before me here and now..” You could obviously tell Levi was getting antsy, that joint was gone! (D)

Stef took a sip of the tea she had, burning the tip of her tongue in the process a bit, but she did take a good gulp of it, hoping it would, in fact, calm her nerves. Oh, Levi's questions began to trigger an intense anxiety that came whenever she thought of the events that eventually brought her to Wexford. She put down the tea cup, and hugged herself, rubbing her arms in an attempt to calm herself. "Uhm... That's the complicated part. I... It's hard for me to even say it out loud, and you're the first person I'm going to tell..." And she was hoping he'd be the only person. "...So, in the Kingdom of Paraiso, my father served this queen. Rumor is, she was raped by a demon and she gave birth to two sons, Vergil and Uriel. Vergil, in trying to kill his brother to take the throne, killed his mother the queen. Our family tried to have him held accountable, but then my father died and Vergil managed to throw us out on the street. We lived in poverty until Hana Yasmin took over and put us back into power." Stef began to grip her arms hard. "Things happened that led us to leave Paraiso and begin a new kingdom, Etihad. One day, while going through old family things, I found something that... uh... apparently, was evidence that made us the true heirs of Paraiso's throne-- starting with me, because my father named me his heir. I ... hid it, didn't tell my brother Ulises, but he found out. He wanted us to take the throne to 'set things right', but I told him I refused to take any throne, and that our place was in the new kingdom. He..." Stef suddenly began to cry, and she covered her face, mostly out of shame. "He attacked me with a knife, saying he had to do what was necessary for the family. I fought back. He began to choke me and in panic, I grabbed the knife and I...I was aiming for his shoulder but got his neck instead!" Her voice broke in the last part, and by that point, she was crying hard, trembling all over as a result of retelling the trauma. [d]

Leviticus’s features were stoic, but you could clearly see that he was taking his time lulling over Stef’s story as she wove it. He moved to stand before her with his hands moving from off his hips. “..what are you doing?” His question seemed strange, but he was deadass. “....so you defended yourself from your dumbass Brother, and you feel what..guilt?” There was a bit of anger twisted in his words, but it wasn’t because of her. “...fuck that guy..” And he’d spit on the ground next to him. “...he fucking better be dead is all I’m saying. I mean, I could find out for you..” Now a brow rose almost as if in question. For a moment he was silent, but that was broken with a sigh. “...I could come out with what I am, show you.” (D)

Stef looked up, her eyes and cheeks glistening with tears. “I didn’t think I’d ever stab my brother’s neck, Levi. His blood was all over my hands and clothes… the sounds he made.” Her chest heaved, and she leaned back against the couch, looking up at him, afraid that he was going to explode once she told him. “I think he’s alive. I… I can just feel it. I can’t explain it. Also, when I mentioned it to Hana Yasmin, she didn’t deny it,” Stef said quietly, “I’m pretty sure he’s going after the crown now since everyone thinks I’m dead. He was after my heirdom, after all.” Now, she just look damn sad, but what he said made her glance at him again, tilting her head. “Show me? [d]

A sigh was uttered while both hands lifted to rub through his hair. “...you were defending yourself from a Brother that was trying to kill you. A person that held no regard for your life based off of greed and spitefulness. There is no reason to cry about this any longer, my Little Dove..” Levi was terrible at trying to have the right words to say, but he was fuckin’ trying. Well what a night this turned out to be. Moving slowly he perched on the table in front of his Wife, moving his face close to her own. After a moment both eyes would completely turn black, even the whites. “...when I was born I was marked as punishment for my Parents’ love. But I wouldn’t really call it a curse...what do you know of the Greek God, Hades.” The sound of bones breaking and snapping would echo through their home as flesh peeled from Levi’s changing body, being replaced by smooth black fur. After a few moments a large canine sat in front of Stef. A Doberman, with fire burning in his eyes. (D)

Estefania knew he was right. After all, attempted murder was a line that once crossed, there was no going back. "It's hard not to cry. It just... hurts." She replied sadly, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. That was probably the best way to put it. "There's more to it, you know. My mother played a big part -- I think she resented my existence. The only person in my corner was my father, but... he just died." Speaking of parents! Stef's brows furrowed as Levi changed his eyes and then, she looked a bit freaked out when she realized his eyes had gone completely dark. "Hades? Uh... I do remember from the tales that he was the Greek god of the underworld, and he... he..." She trailed off, eyes widened big as Levitcus began his transformation. She looked absolutely horrified by the sounds of his breaking and snapping bones, cringing noticeably and covering her ears. She didn't even realize that she had actually began to curl up on the couch, probably because of the fear and discomfort she suddenly was feeling. Then, she stared at the creature that was in the place of her husband. She didn't say anything, unable to even form a coherent thought. So... her husband was a dog. [d]

“...well I am He and He is me...” Leviticus’s voice wrapped itself around Estefania as she curled up on the couch. For a moment the dog sat still watching her. There were really no words that he could utter to make this any less of a shock. So he decided to jump up onto the couch to lie next to her, his body warm just like the fire. “...it’s a strange thing to have the memories and abilities of someone like this. But I’ve learned to deal with it. My Father hears the constant suffering of all those on this plane, and I hear the constant suffering of the dead.” (D)

Somewhere in the house, the black cat that had, in all honesty, adopted them, was staring at Doberman Leviticus probably just as confused and wide-eyed as Stef. She continued to stare at Doberman Levi when he was on the couch with her. While she looked completely dumfounded, she began to uncurl herself, and eventually, she was somewhat sitting again, still unsure of what exactly happened. "... Does it... hurt?" She finally asked, because man, the transformation was painful just to watch. [d]

“...not anymore. I can pretty much turn into any black animal. This just happens to be one of the ones that guards the Underworld. After a few more moments the canine would depart her side to stand back near the hearth. This time a stale wind wrapped itself around his form engulfing him in a black haze. Naked, he’d peer back towards his Wife with his normal blue eyes. “...look, we both have a shitty past. But we have a wonderful future to look towards, but it’s going to be a long road. I want to be able to make my name into one that is respected, one that our children would be proud to have.” A hand rose sheepishly to rub the back of his head as an embarrassed laugh found him. “... I mean after my display I’m not even sure you’d want a child with me, but after this war is over..” Who knew? (D)

Once he was back in human form, she looked a lot more relaxed (sort of, because once she realized he was naked? Brows went up for a moment, but then looked right at his face, determined to keep her gaze there because she couldn't be distracted during serious talk.) Then talk of children made her smile, and look down. "You know, when I was busy being the right hand of a Queen ... I didn't even have time to think about children. My past life feels so far away." She commented before she let out a light laugh. "Levi... " She got up, walked up and stood before him. "It'd be a crime if two people who looked as great as us didn't have a child. Please." She weakly joked, but she meant that! "But... it is a bit frightening to see you transform -- the sounds... ah." She got the shivers and shook her shoulders. But then she took both of his hands. "As long as you're still the man that I married on the inside, I... I think I can deal with it. You can become a black dog, and I have an angel somewhere inside. God, we're so fucking weird." Odd couple, they were. [d]

“...I’m a God, not a dog.” He sort of eye-rolled while he watched her, moving his hands so that he could wrap her up in his arms and pick her up. Both of her legs were wrapped around his waist as he peered into her eyes. “..I’ll always be me, Estefania.” A gentle kiss was placed against her lips with a smile. “... but now I need to meet this Hana, hm?” (D)

There was something about being picked up that Levi that made her feel super good andsafe. If anyone else did it, well, she'd feel insulted somehow. "I'm sorry, but it's... it's what I saw" She said with a laugh. She kissed him back, and let out a sigh, finally starting to look more relaxed rather than anxiety ridden or horrified like before. "Oh, you do. I told her you're my husband and I don't think she believes me yet. I think she always expected me to marry some clean cut nobleman, despite how bored I told her I'd get." An eyeroll ensued. "But.. she's a good person, so I'm sure she'll see why I'm with you. And I'm sorry for not telling you sooner. I'm so used to being a politician and keeping secrets, I suppose I need to remember to focus on being a good, unsecretive wife instead." There was a pause, but then she cleared her throat. "So, are you going to stay naked like this or ... hear me out --" She rose an index finger, "... We go upstairs." She was a negotiating councilwoman back in the day, so clearly, negotiation was still a forte. [d]

Leviticus had moved his hands to cup her pert little ass while still holding her close to him. “... yes, secrets aren’t the best between a Husband and Wife. Doubt can grow there..” A brow rose slowly as she questioned his nakedness. “... noble men are fuckin’ chodes..” And with a turn her back would be slammed against the wall. With his nose he’d press against the side of her face so the he could expose the flesh of her neck. A tender, but longing kiss was offered to the nape before he bit her just enough to feel the sharpness of his canines. “...you won’t make it upstairs, Little Dove..” He’d almost growl into her mouth as his lips found hers again, a more passionate kiss offered. (D)

And they never made it upstairs.

#Estefania #woop!#no crossplay from this will be tolerated -- I'll know when I see it

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itsthwippingtime · 5 years ago

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so on Thanksgiving i saw Frozen 2 and it was AMAZING and I've only just now had the time and energy to finish my thoughts on the movie and share it with y'all so here it is. Disclaimer: Sorry for how long it is

!!!!! MAJOR FROZEN 2 SPOILERS AHEAD !!!!!!!!!

first, baby anna and elsa???? I’m dead

thjkhsdhjk the story they came up with is literally how every child played with barbie dolls and doll houses

(children are so dramatic also why did we all have the same childhood)

oooh mystery about the past

their dad is so dramatic now i know where Anna and Elsa get it from

four spirits: Earth Wind Air Water how original

(everything changed when the fire nation attacked)

(okay but while their dad was telling the story about the northedral (???) i was totaling believing this is where Elsa got her powers from)

THEIR DAD WAS SAVED BY THE VOICE

(but Elsa was born with powers so her mom is totally magical)

where the nORTH WIND MEEEEETS THE SEEEAAAAA

i love their mom omg i love this song also

(okay but at this point i was like??? did their mom save their dad)

ELSA IN PURPLE I LOVE HER

Elsa being startled and sticking herself to the railing with ice is comedic gold

ANNA’S HAIR I LOVE IT

why is Olaf’s never-ending existential crisis the most relatable thing in this movie

also i love this song about things never changing

hi the line about a stone wall never falling??? FORESHADOWING

KRISTOFF LOVES HER I LOVE HIM HE IS SO PURE

HE HAS A RING

Elsa singing about being afraid of change but seizing the day?? CHARACTER GROWTH

Arendelle flag will always fly??? FORESHADOWING

family game night??? i fucking love it

Olaf shouldn’t be allowed to play charades that way Anna is right

but Olaf imitating Elsa??? iconic

Elsa playing charades is me playing charades

THE VOICE

TELL ANNA ELSA

oooh Kristof honey don’t,, don’t do it like that,,, honey

if Elsa is comforted by their mom’s scarf where was their mom’s scarf in the first movie??

Anna singing Elsa to sleep????? so pure

THE VOICE (AGAIN!)

INTO THE UNKNOOOOOWWWWWWWN

i love this song

‘Everyone I’ve ever loved is here within these walls’ so she loves Kristof???? good me too

where does Kristof sleep?

THE SPIRITS!!! HER ICE IS SHOWING HER THE SPIRITS RIGHT????

oh its the part with the ice suspended in air from the trailer

EARTH AIR FIRE AND WATER

so um the fire went out and its windy and they’re going to the cliffs???? okay???

ummm Elsa did you awake the spirits on purpose??? did you know what you were doing?? you never said it was an accident????

Elsa you cant go alone you’re team has to go with you or else its not much of a movie now is it Elsa. don’t be selfish share some screen time

i just love their outfits so much i want to be a princess in Norway please and thanks

Olaf and his fun facts are literally me

ELSA’S ICE CASTLE THERE SHE IS i wonder if they ever go there. is it a vacation home

water has memory FORESHADOWING

‘Elsa and Olaf are asleep,,, whatcha wanna do?’ UM WHAT

’Sven, keep us steady’ UMMMMM WHAT

THIS IS A PG MOVIE I WAS VERY UNCOMFORTABLE NEXT TO MY TEN YEAR OLD COUSIN THANKS DISNEY

oh Kristof honey

oh no Anna he didnt mean it like that

Kristof stop just stop

ooooh the voice is back

‘Kristof stop’ ‘Good idea’ I’m dead

i don’t really remember what happens in between them stopping and them finding the mist if anything but THE MIST

oooh they’re locked in. nice

okay so wind. thats fun.

the wind spirit is v smart because she knows which one is Elsa

her name is Gale and i love her

hello water has memory

their father being saved by a young girl??? it’s their mom

okay so the northuldra (i googled it) begin to attack? or advance at least

ARENDELLE GUARDS

okay but lieutenant whats his name can get it

they’re frenemies

Olaf’s recap of the first Frozen is comedic gold i want him and Luis from Ant-Man to get together

i don’t really remember what happens at this part but: Elsa and Anna learn that their mom saved their dad (CALLED IT), their mom is northuldra (KINDA CALLED IT) and everyones been trapped in the mist since their grandfather was killed

(which that story is fishy but i don’t think king Elsa & Anna’s dad would lie so????)

OH WAIT FIRE SPIRIT HAPPENED BEFORE ELSA AND ANNA LEARNED ABOUT THEIR MOM

AND OLAF’S SONG OMG

samantha?

(that part was so simple yet so funny omfg)

olaf: “this will all make sense when i am older” all the adults in the room: :/

also notice how Elsa is mindful enough to keep the fire spirit away from the northuldra’s homes??? like i love her???

I LOVE HIM i think his name is Brunie but i don’t know how the people at the Disney Store came to that conclusion

oh also Kristof and Sven run in to save the reindeer but Anna is only worried about Elsa??? idk maybe she knows Kristof can take care of himself and knows that Kristof knows when it becomes too dangerous but Elsa is going to try to stop the threat until she physically can’t and at that point it may be too late okay i get it

(okay but if they’ve been trapped and nothing can get in or out what do they eat??? like theres a lot more northuldra than arendelle guards so do they have designated areas they’re allowed to go in?? what do they do with the people who died?? probably bury them)

(also some if them are born in there and they’ve been in for decades so a generation maybe the beginning of the next one but how many of them are related????)

Kristof has a new friend and I’m so glad they’re not fighting over Anna

(take that toxic masculinity)

HES GONNA HELP HIM PROPOSE I LOVE IT

Reindeers are better than people (cont’d.)

the following are my favorite parts/lines from Lost In The Woods

that guitar riff (?) at the very beginning? sexy

“you had to go and of course its always fine”

because Kristof loves Anna and knows that Anna loves him and they can do different things and still be in love and he doesn’t have to constantly be over her and controlling what she does

(take that toxic masculinity part TWO)

OKAY BUT Kristof saying its fine while simultaneously worrying that he’s losing Anna is absolutely breaking my heart

NORTH IS SOUTH RIGHT IS LEFT WHEN YOU’RE GONE

Kristof: “and i don’t know what path you are on” me: :((((

I NEVER THOUGHT IT WAS A QUESTION OF WHETHER

WHO AM I???? IF IM NOT YOUR GUUUYYY?????

WHERE AM I???? IF WE’RE NOT TOGETHEEEERRRRRRR??????? FOREEEEVVVVVEEEEEERRRRRR

NOW I KNOW YOU’RE MY TRUE NORTH CAUSE I AM LOST IN THE WOODS

UP IS DOWN DAY IS NIGHT WHEN YOU’RE NOT THERE

YOU’RE MY ONLY LANDMARK SO IM LOST IN THE WOODS

WONDERING IF YOU STILL CARE

BUT ILL WAIT FOR A SIGN

(FOR A SIGN)

(peep the Queen reference)

THAT I’M YOUR PATH CAUSE YOU ARE MIN

UNTIL THEN IM LOST IN THE WOODS

this concludes my favorite parts/lines from Lost In The Woods

every time i type Lost In The Woods I wanna type Lost Into The Woods

okay SO

Olaf doing the siren call with Elsa is comedic gold

THEIR PARENTS SHIP OH MY GOD

peep Olaf with that gruesome “maybe there was nobody on board” when they asked how the ship was able to get through the mist

peep Olaf with the “why didn’t they just make the whole ship waterproof”

THEY WERE GOING TO FIND WHERE THE NORTH WIND MEETS THE SEA THE RIVER FILLED WITH MEMORIES

THEY WERE GOING FOR ELSA

WATER HAS MEMORY BITCH

ELSA BBY ITS NOT YOUR FAULT

LISTEN TO ANNA YOU ARE NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR THEIR CHOICES

so they go to the river

(low-key thought that was their goal the whole time but its fine)

ELSA!!! ANNA AND OLAF HAVE TO GO WITH YOU WHAT ARE YOU DOING

if Disney doesn’t make the ice-canoe part of the Frozen Ride in Epcot in some way shape or form i will be deeply disappointed

uh oh rock giants

oh waterfall

cave

thats fun

ah Olaf always the optimist

(but where did Anna get flint?)

Anna’s hair??? i love it

oooh Elsa on the beach

she can’t get her shoes or coat wet i understand

PONYTAIL?????

GO BITCH

YAAASSS QUEEN USE THOSE ICE POWERS

oh shit that water horse is trying to drown her

what the fuck he’s actually trying to drown her

AH SHIT ITS ELSA’S WATER HORSE NOW

YAAASSSS BITCH

sdahjhdskjhdsjk

ITS A GLACIER BECAUSE WHY FUCKING NOT

every inch of me is trembling

SHOOWW YOURSELLLF

ELSA HAS A DUET WIHT HER MOMN

IM FINE

ELSASN IS TBHE FIFHT SPRIT

THE BRIDGE

ELSA’S NEW OUTFIT AND HER HAIR I WANT

WATER HAS MEMORY

Elsa destroyed Han’s memory I’m dead

OH SHIT KING RICHARD (Elsa & Anna’s grandfather, i don’t remember his name)

KING RICHARD IS AFRAID YAASSS QUEEN TELL HIM ELSA

WAIT ELSA

GO TO FAR AND YOULL BE DROWNED

ELSA WAIT

oh shit she jumped

OH SHIT SHES COLD BUT THE COLD NEVER BOTHERED HER ANYWAY

OH SHIT KING RICHARD KILLING THAT GUY FOR NO REASON

OH SHIT ELSA’S FROZEN

BUT SHE SHOT OUT ONE LAST ICE THINGY

we now return to this episode of Olaf and Anna Alone In A Dimly Lit Area With A Little Bit Of Fire

YAASSS ANNA GOT THE MESSAGE

BREAK THE DAMN

but Arendelle

OLAF

why isn’t that when Olaf and Anna are alone one of them is always dying

now i understand the no context memes featuring spider-man from Infinity War

okay so you’re telling me that Anna learned that her sister is frozen (pun intended) and Olaf dies in her arm and she still finds the energy to save Arendelle/the forest???

GO ANNA YOU GO GIRL ITS GONNA BE ALRIGHT

DISNEY CAN’T KILL ELSA AND OLAF THEY’D LOOSE TOO MUCH MONEY

oh shit the rock giants

KRISTOF TO THE RESCUE

AND SVEN OF COURSE

WHAT DO YOU NEED I LOVE HIM

THEY BROKE THE DAMN

OH NO ANNA DONT FALL

ANNA GET OUT OF THERE

LIEUTENANT WHATS HIS NAME AND KRISTOF SAVE ANNA TOGETHERDSKJAD

ELSA AND THE WATER HROSE THEY SAVE ARENDELLE SYDJHASDJKFHSDA

the Arendelle citizens literally are so hilarious to me all they know is: the spirits are mad and all the heirs to their thrones went on a dangerous journey to save their kingdom, with no guards to protect them, then a tidal wave comes rushing towards their homes and suddenly their Queen who has always been quiet, modest, and reserved comes riding in on a fucking water horse in a boss ass outfit with her hair down and saves the kingdom. like???? imagine being on that cliff??? and all they do is clap???? I’m so dead

poor Anna :((( but Kristof is doing his best to comfort him like i love him

ELSA GO TO HER ANNA GO

THEY’RE CRYING CAUSE THEYRE SO HAPPY KJDASDHSJKHFJKSAD

ARENDELLE IS SAVED ANNA ITS OKAY

OLAF IS SAVED ANNA ITS OKAY

KRISTOF PROPOSED IN THE DORKIEST WAY BUT ANNA’S REACTION WAS THE CUTEST I LOVE IT

(WATER HAS MEMORY)

ELSA STAYS AND ANNA IS QUEEN

CUT TO ANNA’S CORONATION AND THE NEW STATUE AND THE ENCHANTED FOREST IS ICE NOW AND ELSA HAS A WATER/ICE HORSE AND GALE HELPS ANNA AND ELSA COMMUNICATE AND THE ROCK GIANTS ARE NICE AND BRUNIE IS STILL THE CUTEST AND ANNA AND ELSA STILL HAVE FAMILY GAME NIGHT

(okay but did anyone else find it odd that Elsa didn’t go to Anna’s coronation)

(also the Northudral are just totally fine with living in ice and snow and cold now too??? idk i guess Elsa asked first but whatever its not like they can say much she’s the fifth spirit so)

Olaf wearing clothes has me dead

Anna: tells Kristof she likes him “better in leather” me: when does he wear… leather :O (Anna’s freaky yo)

final thoughts: Amazing movie, the constant shade of Hans was absolute gold, Kristof is so pure, Anna and Elsa’s relationship is so amazing, everyone’s character growth is absolutely amazing

if you read all of this, bless you child I’m so sorry it was so long

#IM SORRY OKAY #thank you for coming to my ted talk #theres so many other things I've missed but i saw it last week and i just #i cant #frozen 2 #frozen 2 spoilers #frozen spoilers

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countingwithturkeys · 4 years ago

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Blurb: Tiny Whispers

Because I promised you all something fluffy after last night!

Whenever anyone, be they civilian or royal, friend or stranger, mortal or Cosmic Entity, discovers that Bonnibel Bubblegum is the love of my eternal life, that I willingly chose to forsake any and all others in favor of her, the response is always the same: Why? This is always asked with disbelief, bafflement comically apparent as they look from me to her, as they realize the depths of my devotion. Exactly how far I’m willing to go not just to keep her safe, but to make her happy.

Look, I get it. I really do. If you don’t think about it I can see how it doesn’t really make any sense. She’s the brainiest of the brainlords, a woman who considers morality to be an interesting theory but not a guiding principle in life. Even if the rest of Ooo isn’t exactly privy to how Bonnie is behind the scenes - which is probably a good thing, given how hard I had to convince her that mind controlling her citizens and fellow royalty just isn’t cool - everyone knows she’s done messed up junk. I’ve heard what they call her, what you all call her. Cold. Heartless. Sociopathic. Okay, that last one might be true, but she’s not cold or heartless.

They might not know the half of what she’s done in her almost nine centuries of life, but they do know about Goliad. And her freak-out when the King of Ooo took her throne. They watched her disregard emotions as trivial when she tried to separate Phoebe and Finn, and don’t even get me started on how willing she was to use the guy’s crush on her to her favor. She might have made memory-tampering illegal after what Ash did to me, but that didn’t really stop her from messing with Lemongrab’s mindmeats, and I’m quoting her here, ‘for his own good.’

Then they look at me. Yeah, I know, walking super weapon, heir to the Nightosphere, last of the vampires, blah blah blah. They see all that, yeah, but they also know I’ve dedicated concerts to Bonnie, that I’ve stuck by her and been sticking by her longer than anyone else has even been alive like twenty times over. A handful of peeps even know I was right there, helping her build the Candy Kingdom in the good ol’ days. They see how we are together, and when we’re not fighting I’ve heard them snicker at how wrapped around her finger I am. It’s fine. I know it, too.

But here’s the thing: life happens when you aren’t looking. The thing is that everyone’s different. Some people, like me, we shout our love from mountaintops as loudly as we can. I’ll write her songs and keep her paranoia in check and make sure everyone knows that if they have a problem with Bonnie, they have a problem with me. Trust me on this, you do not want to have a problem with me, okay? I drink blood and eat souls. Think about it.

Anyway, like I was saying, some people wear their hearts on their sleeves and aren’t shy about showing affection, and I may not show it to a lot of peeps but I’m happy to show it to her. Don’t care who sees. All that matters is that I can make her laugh and help her feel safe, because what none of you tranches know is that she had a messed up childhood and has had to be responsible since like the literal minute she was born. She’s never had the freedom to express emotions, to just chill. It was never okay for her to trust and show what everyone always considers ‘normal’ gestures of affection, like hugging. She still has trouble saying ‘I love you’.

But that’s the point, you know? Some people can show all of that loud and proud. But other people? They show their love very quietly, so you have to stop and listen. Sometimes the language they speak isn’t your native one, so you gotta learn to translate, because here’s the thing about language and take it from a musician: you can’t feel or express stuff you don’t have the words for. Language is weird like that. If something doesn’t exist in how you learned to communicate and express yourself you have to substitute it.

And that’s what Bon does, but none of you get it. You don’t see how she patiently listens to every single stupid annoying story her citizens tell her, nodding patiently and asking follow up questions even though with her brainy-ness it’s gotta be so stupid it physically hurts her. You don’t see how when someone she cares about has a problem she might not want to hear about it, but that’s just ‘cause she’s too busy looking for a solution. You aren’t there when I have a nightmare and you don’t know about how she’ll cancel a meeting so she can hold me through the day until I can get back to sleep, then just pretend her schedule just happened to be clear all coincidentally. You don’t know about the earbud things she made me when she realized I freak out when it’s too silent, so that I never have to be alone with my thoughts.

Bon might not be the sappy romance movie type, or the kind of person who can just accept a bouquet of flowers without scrutinizing what kind they are in weird science language. She might forget important dates because she’s too engrossed in some experiment. But you know what? I trust her more than anyone. She’s always there when I need her. She’s never judged me. She never abandoned me. When I’m scared she doesn’t say nice words, she finds the threat and she takes it out for me. When I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do she won’t mark the trail for me, but she’ll hold my hand so I don’t get lost on the path. She’s never tried to hurt me, and when you all thought I went feral she was the only person to look at me without any fear in her eyes. Just trust.

You’re all too busy looking at Bon and trying to understand her using your language, but take it from someone who speaks both: some people might love loudly and freely, but others, like her, love so quietly that you have to stop and listen. And when you do, there are mountains built of those tiny whispers.

#bubbline #fan fiction #adventure time

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forever-forgotten-angel · 5 years ago

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True Love’s Quest Chapter 1

Sooooo....I had a dream that was basically a full length musical movie about this gay Prince and his Knight and their love story and I was like “Well I can’t force Disney to make this for me so I might as well Thvi-ify it right?” .....So here we are. This story is made up of what I can remember of the dream and me embellishing it to make it work. Hope you all enjoy!

PS: The bold and italicized bits are the singing. I attempted to write songs. I’m sorry.

Warnings: Language and sexual innuendo (Remus is in this so...yeah). My bad attempts at songwriting. Romantic Thomas/Virgil. Sympathetic Deceit and Remus. Genders of some characters changed because I wanted to keep them to the genders of the characters that were in my dream (Roman and Patton are Princesses, Logan is a High Priestess of Magic if you were wondering exactly who). Think that’s it but let me know if you see anything I should add!

Once upon there was a love story unfolding in a beautiful and mystical kingdom, a love story that was in peril of coming to and end, and not a happy one.

Our story begins with the King and Queen of the gorgeous kingdom of Namor. King Jasper and Queen Talia were honorable rulers, doing their best to rule justly and generously. They had three children. Their oldest was Prince Thomas, in line to soon take over as king. Their middle child was Princess Roman, regarded by the whole kingdom as the most magnificent and lovely princess the land had ever known. Their youngest and final child was Princess Patton.

Prince Thomas was nearing his 30th birthday, and thus the time he would be taking over as the King of Namor, and his parents stepping down, to enjoy their final years at peace with their family, having ruled for many years. As was tradition, the day exactly half a year before the new King’s coronation day, the Crown Prince would announce his choice of bride with a wedding set for a mere fortnight after the announcement. That day had finally arrived for prince Thomas, and his parents were eager for the event.

King Jasper and Queen Talia: Today’s the day we’ve waited for, for our son shall decide

Who within the kingdom walls he chooses as his bride

The one to rule beside him as our kingdom becomes theirs

While we spend our final years relaxing, and doting on the heirs

Through this marriage, our future is born and the process begins again

They will raise their children to take their place and have their own retirement

For that’s the way it’s always been

We all know that a King must have a Queen

The future King was also wide awake and eager as he rushed through the halls back to his bed chambers. He was not yet dressed for the day, but that barely crossed his mind in his excitement. As he reached his destination he flung open the doors and as he had expected a knight already dressed in his dark armor with the kingdoms crest embossed into it was sitting on his bed, his gaze lighting up upon seeing Thomas, though he gave a scowl in the Prince’s direction.

“I am your knight Sire, I am meant to accompany you everywhere. Yet this is the latest of many times in the past year that you have snuck out without me in the early hours of the day.” It is true that this knight had been assigned to his protection duty since he turned eighteen. His knight had turned the same age that year, and they had grown up the best of friends. No one was more dedicated to his protection than the man before him. He smiled at the night and closed the door behind him.

Rushing over he pressed a kiss to his knight’s lips as he slid forward to sit on the man’s lap. “Sorry, love.” He sweetened his apology with another kiss, his night leaning in as it deepened. It took a few minutes before the knight pulled back with a sigh. “We should stop doing that Thomas. We won’t be able to after today.” Thomas grinned as he brought a small book in his hand to the knight’s attention. “That’s what you think Virgil.”

Virgil glanced at the book curiously but was still unconvinced. “You already asked your parents if you could marry me instead of one of the ladies of the kingdom. They said you couldn’t.” Thomas shook his head. “No they said I couldn’t marry someone who couldn’t provide me and the kingdom with a child. A future ruler.” Virgil tilted his head in confusion. “What’s the difference?” Thomas took one of his knight’s hands, bringing it to his lips for a gentle kiss before placing the book into it, opening it to a freshly marked page. “This.”

Thomas: I remember crystal clear, my parents did decree

That if not for one little thing they’d let you marry me

Our marriage just could not provide the kingdom with an heir

So I scoured all the library shelves and guess what I found there

This is the answer we’ve been searching for, it’s the miracle we need

Just look! It’s perfect! Our problem is solved! Go on and take a read

“This is what I have been doing in the mornings when I sneak away. Research. I didn’t want to bring you along because you get too little sleep as it is. But I was determined to find a way for us to be together, and I have. Just in time too.” Thomas’ voice was cheerful and full of love as he directed Virgil’s eyes down to the page he had turned to.

Virgil looked down at the page, scanning over it shrewdly. Thomas watched as his face changed into an expression of tentative hope. “You really think this will work?” Thomas cupped his lover’s face in his hands. “It has to.” Virgil’s lips had a small smile on them as he asked his next question. “And you are sure you want to do this?” Thomas hoped the kiss he gives Virgil in response to that fully extinguishes and trace of doubt, but just in case he emphasizes it with passionate words.

Thomas: I won’t let us be parted by anything

I believe that a King can have a King

“Will you do this with me Virgil? I know you get anxious-” Virgil cut his Prince off with a quick but loving kiss to Thomas’ forehead, pulling back to look straight into the eyes that he loved to get lost in. “You’re worth it. We’re worth it. We’re worth fighting for.” Virgil watched as the eyes before him lit up with pure joy, the sight making his heart melt. “We’re worth fighting for.” Thomas repeated in agreement before reluctantly getting up off of Virgil’s lap.

There was an announcement to get ready for after all.

An hour later, the King and Queen stood proudly beside their son on the steps of the castle, his knight fidgeted nervously as he stood behind the prince, knowing what was about to happen. The Princesses stood further back, there to support their brother. “It is time Prince Thomas, to announce to our fair kingdom of Namor which lucky lady you choose to one day rule at your side. So tell us, who is to be your Queen?” It seemed that everyone in the kingdom had come to hear the announcement yet you couldn’t hear a single peep among the large crowd as the King finished speaking. All were awaiting the Crown Prince’s response with bated breath.

Thomas fought the urge to glance back at Virgil as he spoke as loud and clear as he could manage. “I choose my knight, l Sir Virgil to rule by my side as my King.” The crowd gasped before descending into murmured chaos. Thomas reached behind him to take Virgil’s hand, trying to calm the clearly nervous warrior, as he met the reproachful gaze of his father with his own.

King Jasper: Son, we’ve been through this already, your union can not be

I won’t let the passing of the royal bloodline end with your mother and me

I know what you think your love is worth

But this has been planned since before your birth

Thomas: Father, I have found a way we can both have what we planned

Your kingdom will have a royal heir and I will have my true love’s hand

Just listen! And you will understand

“There is a magical ritual father, a ritual that will allow an heir of mine and Virgil’s blood to be carried in the womb of another. All we need is someone who can perform the spell, a willing carrier, and a few drops of mine and Virgil’s blood.” Thomas showed the book to his father. The King took the book over to the court librarian to confirm it’s authenticity. Once that was done he returned to his son, looking at his determined face. The determination in Thomas’ face was matched by his tone as he spoke his next words. “When we discussed this last year you both said if Virgil was able to provide an heir than you would allow me to marry him.”

Thomas: It’s all right there, we can have everything

I love him. Please let him be my King

It was clear from the look on the King and Queen’s faces that they did not expect their son to actually go and find a way for Virgil to give him an heir. Nonetheless, Japer and Talia were not the type of royals to go back on their word, not were they the type of parents to deny their son’s happiness unless absolutely necessary. The Princesses were nodding encouragingly at their parents, clearly trying to urge them to agree. Both knew how much this meant to their older brother. With a simple look to each other, the rulers had a silent exchange before both nodded.

“Very well Thomas. If you can find a magical being willing and able to perform this spell, we will allow you to marry your knight.” The noise of the crowd grew as those closest to the front of the steps spread the news of what was going on through all the way to the back. Soon the whole kingdom knew what their Prince aimed to do.

Large smiles made their way onto both Thomas and Virgil’s faces. “Thank you father. Thank you mother. Thank you so mu-” His father held up his right hand for silence. “On one condition. It must be done within a week. The wedding must go ahead as planned in a fortnight as tradition dictates and you will need at least a week to fully prepare. Therefore I can only give you seven days. If you do not have someone who can perform this magic in the kingdom walls by then, I am afraid you will have to choose a bride. I’m sorry son.” Thomas’ face didn’t lose it’s determination for even a moment. “I will find someone.”

But would he? Or would the Prince and the Knight’s story be destined to end in tragedy?

Only time, seven days to be precise, would tell.

Roman looked up from his personal handwritten book of fairytales with a grin. “So what do you think?” His brother swallowed a bite of deodorant before speaking. “What if Prince Thomas and his Knight just slaughter the kingdom and then fuck on the castle steps, finally free of judgement?” Roman huffed. “Ignoring you. Anyone else got an opinion?”

The moral side spoke up next. “Why are you and I Princesses instead of Princes?” Logan added on before Roman could speak. “Also, ‘regarded by the whole kingdom as the most magnificent and lovely princess the land had ever known’, a bit egoistic don’t you think?” Roman ignored Logan’s question as he answered Patton. “I don’t know Padre, I based it on a dream I had and I didn’t want to change Princesses to Princes. Besides, I think we would make lovely Princesses.” Patton smiled widely at the light creative side’s answer. “We sure would Kiddo.”

“I thought it was a good opening Roman.” Roman grinned happily. “Thank you Deceit! Wait...do you actually mean that it was bad?” The scaled side gasped as if offended. “Of course not.” Roman scrutinized Deceit. “But is that a lie?” Deceit just smirked and raised an eyebrow this time, clearly enjoying being a little shit. Roman conceded with a sigh. “Well thanks...I think.” Deceit chuckled lowly. “You’re welcome...and I did mean it.” The words were said as sincerely as the deceitful side could manage and Roman perked up a bit.

“What about you two?” The Princely asked, his gaze focused on the two love birds cuddling in Thomas’ recliner. “Is something bad going to happen to Thomas?” Virgil asked, tone making it clear he did not want to hear anything of the sort. “Relax sweetheart, even if it does, it’s just a story. I’m right here beside you. Though I do hope Prince Thomas and Sir Virgil’s story ends well…” The host trailed of, looking at Roman for answers. He didn’t get any.

“You’ll just have to wait and see.”

Taglist (currently tagging people who have asked to be tagged in all my work, if you want to be added or removed, let me know): @organizeddiscord, @lesliealiceinwonderland, @amazonprimebox

#sanders sides #thomas sanders #thvi #virgil sanders #roman sanders #patton sanders #logan sanders #deceit sanders #remus sanders #sympathetic deceit #sympathetic remus #new story #my fic

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crystallinevessel · 4 years ago

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this is a short story revolving around haydez and his twin sister mariah, so this is more info about them and their world. this was part of my profolio for my creative course as well. i just wanted to give more info on my oc

It Started with a Mirror

Haydez struggled with his braid, the long blue strands highlight by the black in his hair cascaded over his shoulders and all the way to the floor. Maybe a little more than that. If he tried to walk, chances are, he’d step on his own hair and fall. The young royal opted with tying it into a messy bun that hardly alleviated his struggles, but it was an improvement and he couldn’t be later than he was already.

Mariah seemed to agree.

To an extent.

“You can’t go outside looking like that, we’re the heirs to the kingdom, you’ve got to at least look super awesome like me,” she stated and hurried over to her younger twin’s side.

They looked identical, from the gentle slope of their noses, the pink eyes, their hair, and lips—the only real difference for now was the beauty mark right beneath Haydez’s left eye.

But, when they opened their mouths, when they cast a spell—the true differences between their existence becomes apparent. Mariah was a Ruby witch, one blessed with skills of fire, to command and mold, to conquer and destroy. Many believed she would become the High Queen of their country, ruling over the rest of the nation’s kings and queens, just like their mother. A warrior, a conqueror, a force of nature.

He, on the other hand, was born as her opposite it seemed. Haydez was proclaimed an Emerald witch, those who could commune with the earth, the plants and the one’s wildlife would flock to, life givers and enchanters. Yet, he could not cast a single spell to save his life. Each time he’d whisper the softest of commands, the flowers in his care would glow that gentle green, before they shriveled up and decayed right before his eyes.

A failure. A mistake. A problem child.

Their mom didn’t really like him too much, their dad always does his best to sooth the burns left behind by her words. Haydez barely understood them, but it was nice to know that one of the grownups liked him.

Mariah undid the tangled bun, letting the waterfall of hair come free, before she started to cast a spell that aided in braiding his hair, “Honestly, you can’t tell me the only thing you’re good at is raising the dead,” the eight year old grumbled.

Cheeks puffed out as he wrinkled his nose in protest, and as if on cue his pet bird settled on his shoulders. It’s half decayed body frozen in time, but filled with song and love as it gently pecked at it’s master’s cheek.

“I-I’m good at other things! Daddy said I’m gonna be taking advance sword fighting with you too, sis!”

The young boy felt so proud to be acknowledged by their father. As a conquering nation, an empire expanding its boarders—or rather, keeping the lands they already had acquired, the ability to fight was praised. It was important for the Cristllian Empire.

They were important.

She hummed in acknowledgment, little hands attempted to comb through the knots as her magic helped carry the weight and do the more difficult ones. Mariah was worried for her brother. They were different. As different as can be, he could never grow flowers, he could never create, but he could raise the dead and make them his slaves. His pets. His… he called them friends, once.

Mother slapped him that time. Mariah was so mad that she took her brother and stormed away to hide in their room. She never apologized, and Mariah learnt at the young age of five… mommy was scary.

But!

But—Mariah knew something their parents didn’t, and it was the resilience inside of her brother. The strength that glowed despite their parents and noble lords’ eyes of disapproval. He was so brave, even when he cried and would climb into her bed in fear of the monsters that lurked in their closet.

That’s why….

“Good, that means I get to totally kick your butt,” she snickered, a cocky tone to her words as she continued her work. “Or we can totally team up and take down this one boy, he’s one of the ambassador’s kid or something. He’s such a poophead.”

He giggled, poophead, if someone earned that label from his sister it really meant they got on her nerves. She always tried her best to appear grown up, but Haydez knew despite her maturity… she was just like him. They were just kids.

“What’s his name?” he asked and nuzzled the little bird on his shoulder.

“Abel, he’s this tiny kid, but he’s really fast—he stepped on my hair pin, the one grandma gave us,” a matching set, “and broke it!”

Oh.

That’s why he hadn’t seen her wearing it the pass few weeks. Yup, this Abel kid really did earn her wrath… but…

“Mariah,” he sighed, “did he like, do it on purpose?”

A pause.

“… no.”

Haydez rolled his eyes, “You’re just picking fights again, I bet you made him cry too—”

She tugged roughly on his hair, he yelped and turned to frown at her, “Fine, so he didn’t do it on purpose, but he’s still a poophead.”

“No he’s--”

“I said, he’s still a poophead.”

Yeah, he wasn’t going to win this round, “Fine, he’s a poophead, so did daddy fix the brooch?”

She hummed, pleased that she won this sibling fight, “Yup! Daddy got one of the..je.. jewelers,” she struggled with the word, “to fix it right up!”

A pleased huff, “Oh hey, I think your hair has gotten even longer, you’re gonna wear your brooch too, right?”

They were a matching set.

“Yup! I have it all set in my box,” he chimed firmly, he wanted to support his sister, and from what he’s learnt—this was one way he could do it. And now, with the sword lessons to follow, Haydez would be able to support her even more.

Especially as the crown princess.

“And done!” she nearly finished the thick braid that matched her own with a red ribbon, “I’m gonna get my brooch, I’ll be right back!”

She was gone before he could even say thank you, he sighed and shook his head, “You know peep,” he spoke to his half skeleton bird, “ she’s always moving around, I wonder if I can keep up. She even beats me in tag.”

The little bird chirped in response, it caused the prince to laugh gently, before he walked over to his vanity—large and overly decorative. Humming to himself, he reached for a wooden box, with gold leaf decorations that adorned it like vines, inside sat the brooch in the shape of a silver branch with tiny diamonds at the ends. He smiled brightly, before he clipped it to his right side and made sure it wouldn’t fall if he moved around too much.

Large pinks eyes stared back at him, a child, he was still just a child and it showed completely. As it should. From his soft cheeks, the carefree smile, the way his bangs curled gently around his face with the rest of his pale blue hair tugged into the thick braid thanks to his sister’s magic.

He stared at the mirror again, peep settled on his head, made itself at home, and that brought a smile to the young prince. But what caught his attention was the reflection presented before him. One he saw every day, and it wasn’t always his own.

A mirror.

Haydez was just Mariah’s reflection, her imperfect reflection.

“…Peep, do you think… mommy and daddy wish I was more like Mari?” he asked out loud as he covered his birthmark that made it easy for people to tell them apart.

He received little chirps in response, but nothing more. Nothing else to sooth the worry beneath his childish existence. The worry that might grow into insecurities and fear. The worry that might propel him into leaving this world of milky marble, sprinkled with gold and silvers and pretty gems. The worry that might lead him down a different path than the destined and arranged one of High Queen and Court Sorcerer.

But for now, he merely pouted at his reflection, if he got better at his magic, if he could combine it with his sword skills. Then even their mother would praise him, Mariah would have someone strong to fight and protect their home!

That thought caused him to smile again, it warmed his reflection and chased away whatever small blossoms of worry that began to grow. For now, that simple dream, that simple thought would be enough to drive him forward.

To go onward.

A deep breath, a wide smile, he turned in time to see Mariah rush back into the room, “I’m ready! C’mon, let’s go!”

Her voice so loud, so strong, so joyful that it spouted laughter and Haydez rushed forward. Peep remained seated, skilled at tolerating sudden moments from its creator, neither twin really paid attention.

Hand in hand they walked together down the hall with matching smiles.

A matching set.

At least for now.

#II ;; venomous kisses and honey bites ( haydez hc )#II ;; i swear i did my homework! ( queue post )

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King David Nolan

Status: semi-active

Face-claim: Josh Dallas

Main verse: canon; season three

Biography:

In the Enchanted Forest, David was originally a poor shepherd whose twin brother James was given to King George as an heir in a deal with Rumplestiltskin. From an internal story chronology, we first encounter him when he meets Anna of Arendelle, whom he tells he is a friend of Kristof, and we find him being terrorized by the evil Little Bo Peep.

When James, his twin brother, is killed in battle, David takes his brother’s name in exchange for the prosperity of his mother’s farm. King Midas declares David fit to marry his daughter Abigail and unite the kingdoms. However, David wants to marry for love, but George vows to kill his mother if he declines. He falls in love with Snow White, who nicknames him Charming, later inviting her to run away. After continuous interceptions by George, the Evil Queen Regina captures him to convince Snow to willingly eat an apple containing a sleeping curse. He later awakens her, and the pair marry, before Regina announces that she will cast a curse to destroy their happiness. Rumplestiltskin informs them that their child will break the curse in 28 years. Emma is born before the curse takes hold, and Charming places her in a magical wardrobe to protect her from the curse, before being wounded by the Queen’s knights.

In Storybrooke, as a result of his wounds, he first appears as a John Doe, who has gone unidentified for years. He awakens after Mary Margaret (Snow White) reads him their story. He reunites with his wife Kathryn (Princess Abigail), and is identified as David Nolan. David suffers from amnesia and cannot remember his fake life with Kathryn. He falls in love with Mary Margaret and begins an affair with her, ending his marriage to Kathryn, who is soon reported as being murdered, a plan arranged between Regina Mills and Mr. Gold. David becomes a suspect in her disappearance, until evidence against Mary Margaret is found. Kathryn is found alive, though David’s relationship with Mary Margaret becomes strained, as he did not believe her innocence. He decides to move to Boston, though the curse is broken shortly after, and he reunites with Snow and Emma. David agrees to send a wraith released into Storybrooke through a portal, though Emma and Mary Margaret are dragged with it. David looks after Henry while Emma and Mary Margaret are absent. After failing attempts of transportation, David falls under a sleeping curse to communicate with Mary Margaret. He is awoken by true love’s kiss when the two return. When Henry is kidnapped to Neverland, David travels with his family and friends to rescue him from Peter Pan.

In Neverland, David is poisoned by Dreamshade, though Hook partially cures him and the group successfully return to Storybrooke where Mr. Gold fully heals him. After Pan enacts the original curse once more, David is returned to his original world with the remaining inhabitants, while Emma and Henry escape to New York City.

Back in the Enchanted Forest, David learns that Snow is pregnant but also discovers that Zelena, the Wicked Witch of the West wants their baby. The two enact a new curse to return to Storybrooke and make Emma stop Zelena. David insists Snow crush his heart, though she later asks Regina to split her heart in two to give to both of them. Zelena adds a forgetting potion to the curse, removing their memories of the past year. A year later, Emma returns to Storybrooke, and David and Mary Margaret reveal they are having a baby. Zelena poses as the couple’s mid-wife, stealing a symbol of David’s courage from him. Zelena is ultimately defeated and Mary Margaret gives birth to a son, whom she names after Henry’s father and Rumplestiltkin’s son, Neal.

Verses:

From This Moment On: follows canon Once Upon A Time up to the end of season three

Road Less Traveled: any other AU threads

AUs:

Borrowed Babies: (Foster Care) foster father

I Solemnly Swear That I’m Up To No Good: (Harry Potter) Gryffindor sixth-year

There Was an Idea: (MCU)

Alternatively 1902: (Victorian)

Grow Up With the Land: (Wild West)

Forward To Victory: (World War II)

#muses #(david nolan/prince charming) how charming

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Mr MAGA and the end of Western Civilization

[This column was written for the Unz Review]

Folks in the West are taught that their civilization has its roots in ancient Rome and/or ancient Greece. This is more a case of self-aggrandizement than serious historical research. While it is true that the city of Rome was sacked in 410AD, the Christian Roman civilization continued in the East for another 1000 years until 1453. The real roots of what we nowadays call the western civilization are to be traced back to the following time periods:

Most ancient (theoretical) roots: the early Frankish Merovingian Kingdom (481–751) and Carolingian empire (751–843).

Formative roots: the so-called “Holy Roman Empire” (800-1806) which was “Roman” only in name (this term appeared only in the XIIIth century; in French it is called more accurately “Saint-Empire romain germanique” but it really ought to be called the “Germanic Empire”, since it was neither “Roman” nor “Holy”).

Modern (ideological) roots: Renaissance, French Revolution, WWI, WWII, Cold War.

But in practical terms, we can say that the western civilization emerged from the Middle-Ages (5th-15th centuries) or, even better, from the times of the Crusades (1095-1410). Far from being the heir to the Roman Empire, the AngloZionist Empire is a direct descendant from the Franks and the civilization they built in the West on the ruins of the Christian Roman Empire. When Muslims nowadays speak of “Western Crusaders” they are absolutely spot on. The only difference between the original Crusaders and their modern descendants is that the former at least pretended to be Christians. The latter wear their crass materialism as a badge of honor.

The true birth of the Western Civilization

This civilization can be characterized by tremendous intellectual, technological and scientific achievement, arguably the most beautiful music ever composed (especially J.S. Bach) and many other artistic and architectural masterworks. Alas, it also has a darker side: imperialism, racism, genocide, slavery, religious and political persecutions and, of course, two world wars. So that record is checkered, to put it mildly, but it cannot be denied that in spite of its sins and flaws, western civilization also brought the world an immense intellectual legacy which inspired people worldwide. If you ask most western people what they associate with the western civilization they would probably name things like the scientific method, democracy, human rights, civil rights, the separation of powers, equality before the law, etc. People from other civilizations might view the western civilization in a very different way, but we can ignore that for our purposes. But what the so-called “collective West” (aka the AngloZionist Empire) is showing today is the exact opposite of what the West is supposed to stand for. Here are just a few examples:

International law: with the US/NATO aggression against the Serbian nation, a major feature of western civilization died: international law. What began then with bombs on Serbian civilians in the Serbian Krajina and Bosnia continues today with the absolutely disgraceful “alignment” of the key western power and the diktat of the Anglosphere, be it on the Skripal false flag, the many chemical false flags in Syria or, most recently, the AngloZionist coup against the legitimate government of Venezuela. The truth is that nobody gives a damn about international law in the AngloZionst Empire’s ruling class and that nowadays “might makes right”.

Human rights: the sad and outrageous truth is that the West is currently backing a (completely illegal) Nazi regime in the Ukraine, a Takfiri regime in the KSA and a Zionist (and openly racist regime) in occupied Palestine. All these regimes are mass violators of human rights and basic norms of civilized behavior. Needless to say, the US does violate a huge number of international norms and conventions in human rights, labor rights, due process, civil rights, etc. And we all know that the infamous Patriot Act was written even before the 9/11 false flag operation.

Law of War and Geneva Conventions: same here, the US is gleefully ignoring many of the most sacred provisions of the laws of war and the Geneva Conventions either by not ratifying parts of these instruments or by finding ways to circumvent them (think GITMO, Abu Ghraib, Bagram or even the many “black” CIA prisons located in various countries world-wide; think “extraordinary rendition” too, of course). Likewise, the USA totally and unconditionally support the Uber-violator of all imaginable legal obligations: Israel

Due process, especially evidentiary rules, have become a farce. Anybody doubting that should look up the following names: “Sami al-Arian”, “Sibel Edmonds”, “Victor Bout”, “Anwar al-Awlaki” or even “Julian Assange”. While nominally independent from the other branches of government, it appears that at least the main US courts are fully controlled by the Neocons and their Deep State.

Respect for the political process: it is absolutely clear that the Clinton Gang never accepted the election of Trump as POTUS and by rejecting this outcome, or by trying to label Trump as a “Russian agent”, the AngloZionist leaders will never accept their defeat. Hillary’s famous “basket of deplorables” comment is a perfect illustration of the immense contempt in which the AngloZionists hold the regular people of the USA.

Open, competitive, markets. It is pretty clear that the US has no use for open, competitive, markets and that the leaders of the Empire will use any and all methods to avoid an honest competition with the other countries, hence all the endless lists of sanctions, of threats against countries which might dare purchase non-US systems (the entire S-400 vs F-35 issue with Turkey is a perfect example). When we look at western countries, especially the USA, we see what some call “crony capitalism” with absolutely fantastic levels of corruptions, huge mega-corporations in control of entire segments of the economy, exports imposed by sanctions and threat of sanctions rather than competitive advantages, feudal labor laws, a ruthless imperialist/colonial policy of systematically robbing those who dare to live above resources the Empire needs or wants.

Respect for alliances and partnerships. The AngloZionist Empire has no allies – only vassal states, puppet regimes and comprador 5th columnists. The US has always treated its so-called “allies” with utter contempt, but until Trump this contempt was hidden behind a thin veneer of diplomatic language. With Trump, even that is long gone.

The list goes on and on, really.

The last emperor is also naked…

On January 18th of last year I wrote an article entitled “The good news about the Trump Presidency: stupid can be good!” in which I tried to show that by his illiterate actions, Donald Trump was maybe not making “America” (should be the “USA” but nevermind that megalomania) great, but he sure was weakening the AngloZionist Empire. But this is much bigger than just one narcissistic person, What we are witnessing today is the agony of a civilization which has outlived itself and now that the Empire is in its dying throes I want to mention another good thing Trump did: he became the emperor who himself shouts “the king isn’t wearing anything at all!!” (in the original story, a child does that, but in this case, we have a “fused” “child-emperor” who does that himself).

What are the “clothes” which I am referring to? Primarily what I would call the “Cold War cloak of imperial benevolence”.

Remember the Cold War?

There was the “Evil Empire” whose Commie-Red agents were about to take over the planet and stick everybody in a labor camp versus the (collective) “West”, which embodied the ideas of freedom, democracy, human rights, equality before the law, fairness, objectivity, economic prosperity, impartiality, tolerance, pluralism, etc. etc. etc.

Then, when Clinton became President and the Neocons finally openly and brazenly seized power, a good friend of mine spoke of a “grand coming out” which would be impossible to reverse. He was right. Not only are the Neocons now in total control of the Empire, but they have completely given up on any pretense of respectability. I am not only referring to Gitmo and torture, or the obscene and unconditional support for the last openly racist country on the planet (aka “the only democracy in the Middle-East”) or, for that matter, a long string of completely illegal wars ranging from the wars against the Serbian nation in Croatia, Bosnia and Kosovo. Neither am I referring to the growing list of treaties, agreements and even organizations which the USA has abrogated, denounced or withdrawn from. In fact, I am not even referring to the USA alone, but also to the so-called “friends and allies” of the Empire which can be described as “the collective West” or, maybe less charitable, the US colonies overseas.

No more ‘human face’ for capitalism!

When the Neocons finally came out and showed their true face, they did more than just affect the image of the USA abroad, they also gave a signal to their colonial administrators that all pretense of decency could now be dropped. Force, brute force, was now the order of the day. This is why Theresa May could spew out the most ridiculous and self-evidently stupid lies about the Skripals (or about Syria, for that matter) or Macron could ban RT from the Élysée and nobody would peep. This is also why Poroshenko can safely declare that the Russian armed forces have invaded the Donbass or the EU can declare that the Russians are culprits in the recent Kerch bridge incident.

The Cold War forced the masters of the Empire to show a kind of “capitalism with a human face”. That Cold War is over now, and there is no need to pretend anymore.

Will the almighty USA join the USSR on the trash-heaps of history?

Many Russians living in the West (such as Dmitri Orlov) have noted the numerous similarities between the late Soviet Union (especially the so-called “stagnation years”) and the modern USA . I myself made such a list of similarities as far back as 2014 when I listed the following:

1) A bloated military budget resulting in an ineffective military 2) A huge and ineffective intelligence community 3) A crumbling public infrastructure 4) A world record in the per-capita ratio of incarcerated people (US GULag) 5) A propaganda machine which nobody trusts any more 6) An internal dissident movement which the regime tries to keep silent 7) A systematic use of violence against the citizens 8) An increase in tensions between Federal and local authorities 9) An industry whose main exports are weapons and energy 10) A population fearful of being spied on by the internal security services11) A systematic assimilation of dissent with espionage and terrorism 12) An all-prevailing paranoia about internal and external enemies 13) A financially catastrophic over-reach of the empire across the planet 14) An awareness that the entire planet hates you 15) A subservient press-corps of presstitutes who never dare to ask the real questions 16) A sky-high rate of substance abuse 17) A young generation which believes in nothing at all 18) An educational system in free-fall, (the Soviet one was much better, btw) inbred and White racist redneck 19) A disgust with politics by the general public 20) A massive and prevailing amount of corruption on all levels of power

But even more crucial to the eventual fate of the USSR, I would argue, is the immense chasm between what the official ideology proclaims and what the ruling elites actually really do. Speaking about the Ukraine, I wrote in 2014 that ” what the AngloZionists are openly and publicly defending in the Ukraine, is the polar opposite of what they are supposed to stand for. That is an extremely dangerous thing to do for any regime and the AngloZionist Empire is no exception to that rule. Empire often crumbles when their own people become disillusioned and disgusted with the massive discrepancy between what the ruling elites say and what they do and as a result, it is not so much that the Empire is faced with formidable enemies as it is the fact that nobody is willing to stand up – nevermind die – in defense of it.”.

The immense, mind-blowing, obscene hypocrisy of the Empire is not only revealed in its actions in the international arena or by the fact that the Empire does not shy away from allying itself with Zionists, Nazis, Takfiris and any other morally repugnant gang of thugs (see in Kosovo, for example) as long as these thugs are willing to act as the cannon fodder of the Empire. The exact same mentality permeates every political action of the Neocons in internal politics too.

The only acceptable outcome for the Clinton Gang

The Democratic Party especially, reached a new moral and ethical low when it invited Michael Cohen to testify before Congress even though the man is a convicted felon and liar and every word he would speak would be in total violation of the fundamental right of Donald Trump to keep his communications with his lawyer protected by the client-attorney relationship. What is absolutely amazing is that it is Congress which is violating the civil rights of a standing US President, and yet very few observers seem to be outraged by such actions.

This outrage was just the latest in a long series of actions by Congress which show that Congress considers Donald Trump as a traitor and a thug and we can rest assured that the Democrats won’t stop until Trump is jailed. The fact that he is the person chosen by the people of the USA to be their president does not seem to matter at all to the lynch-mob in Congress.

Again, what is so striking here is not only how the US elites are turning against each other (which is a sure symptom of a deep crisis), but also the fact that the open persecution of Trump by Congress and the Ziomedia does not even try to come up with some semi-credible explanation or semblance of respectability. What we see is a lynch-mob which is determined to hang the man they have designated as the ultimate evil.

As for Mr MAGA himself, he is now busy calling Ann Coulter a “wacky nut job” to which she responded by calling Trump an “idiot” and that having him as a President is a “national emergency” (Rex Tillerson would agree with her on that!).

Nobody can predict how this struggle between the Neocons and the Clinton Gang on one hand and Trump on the other will play out, but my personal guess is that Trump is a disposable President: the Neocons will use him to do all the crazy shit they typically are known for, and when the inevitable disaster strikes, they will blame him, him alone, while hiding their own role in what took place. This way Trump first gets to play shabbos-goy for the Neocons for a while, until they decide to destroy him like Haman or Amalek (the fates of Saddam Hussein or Muammar Gaddafi immediately come to mind). Mr MAGA himself clearly was never told that tob shebe goyyim harog.

A dictatorship of minorities next?

What began with the Crusaders will end with this…

We are often told that in a real democracy minorities should be protected against abuse from the majority and, to some degree, this is true. However, the primary function of any kind of real people-power is to protect the majority, the masses, from the abuse they typically suffer at the hand of various (and often federated) minorities. Whether the Founding Fathers intended this or not, the sad reality today is that the US political system is structured in a way to primarily benefit minorities, financial or otherwise. Hence the 1% meme popularized by Occupy Wall Street. The following are some of the characteristics of the most typical minorities found in the USA (and elsewhere):

They are typically far more aware of their minority identity/status than the majority. That is to say that if the majority is of skin color A and the minority of skin color B, this minority will be much more acutely aware of its skin color.

They are typically much more driven and active then the majority. This is probably due to their more acute perception of being a minority. Minorities themselves present their social success as a sign of intelligence, of course, even though in reality this is the direct result of a drive which representatives of the majority typically don’t exhibit.

They are only concerned with single-issue politics, that single-issue being, of course, their own minority status.

Since minorities are often unhappy with their minority-status, they are also often resentful of the majority.

Since minorities are mostly preoccupied by their minority-status linked issues, they rarely pay attention to the ‘bigger picture’ and that, in turn, means that the political agenda of the minorities typically does not threaten the powers that be.

Minorities often have a deep-seated inferiority complex towards the putatively more successful majority.

Minorities often seek to identify other minorities with which they can ally themselves against the majority.

Trump Derangement Syndrome

The reason why the Neocons and their Deep State love to support all types of minorities is very plain and simple: minorities and their (hyper narrow) political agenda represent absolutely no threat whatsoever to the real, hidden, powers which run the Empire. Furthermore, minorities are extremely easy to manipulate. Thus these various minorities represent the ideal power base for a party like the Democratic Party which can then use its control over minority (identity) politics in its struggle against the Republican Party.

Furthermore, if you look at that list of characteristics above, you will immediately recognize the kind of nutcases suffering from Trump Derangement Syndrome which seems to chronically overcome Trump-haters.

What makes this situation particularly dangerous is that the Clinton propaganda machine (through the testimony of Mr Cohen) is now suggesting that Trump might not be willing to accept a defeat in the next elections. I submit that the there is much bigger chance of seeing Trump win again and the Clinton gang trying to play a “Guaido” trick on Trump. The screaming creature in this photo does not strike me as willing to accept that anybody but her own preferred candidate would occupy the White House.

Don’t get me wrong – screaming lesbians are funny, especially when they wear these pink “vagina hats”, but there is also a much more ominous aspect to their antics. They are all based on a categorical rejection of the outcome of the electoral process and, which is even worse, a rejection of the “other”, in this case the “deplorable” who dared to vote his/her conscience and not simply obey the instructions of the Ziomedia.

The truth is that the level of ideological intolerance among the opponents of Trump is much, much, higher than among Trump supporters. It is therefore only logical to assume that the potential for violence is much higher among the Trump-haters than it would be elsewhere. Right now all these folks are content with screaming, protesting and drinking every drop of Cool-Aid the Idiot Box delivers to them on a daily basis. But once in power, this “coalition of minorities” will ruin the USA even faster than Trump did and whatever regime (as opposed to government or Administration) they put in power, will be a far cry from the worldwide Empire the USA attempted to build after WWII.

Conclusion: Quos Deus vult perdere prius dementat

The true face of western “democracy”

What is taking place before our eyes is an amazing sight to behold: an Empire which is collapsing both internally and externally at an accelerating pace and the worse the Empire’s objective situation becomes, the more delusional and out of touch the Neocons and their Deep State appear to be.

Irrespective of all its flaws, mistakes and sins, it is sad to see how a civilization which gave the world the likes of Newton or Bach now rots away while being led by a gang of evil, arrogant, clowns. There have been plenty of villains in the history of Europe, but never such a gang of clueless and yet fantastically arrogant rulers. Just look at Trump, Macron or May – these are non-entities which pale in comparison to such leaders as Reagan, Mitterrand or even Margaret Thatcher (hardly a hero of mine, but the lady was smart, no doubt about that).

Now, with the likes of Pompeo in charge we can only pray that the losers running this dying Empire will not trigger a nuclear holocaust, whether by design or by sheer stupidity.

The Saker

#Donald Trump #U.S.A

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fangirlnovel · 8 years ago

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“The Deal”

Summary: Kind of a pre-cursor to “Spin” as many wanted to know what happened in the before time. I’ll probably write more, even though I have a shit ton of stuff not this to write (including a Richonne-request). Sasha and Negan have put me in a choke hold, damn it...

“You can help me run this place one day...Whatever you decide, so shall it be, no pressure.”

Sasha sat alone in the dark, thinking about how she could get out of this. She exhaled, leaning her head against the cool, cement wall, realizing that even if she could get out, she still wouldn’t have taken down Negan, and he’d still come gunning for her people.

She picked at the shirt one of the Saviors had given her and muttered, “Haste...well it sure as shit makes waste, doesn’t it?”

. . . . .

When Negan returned, handing her a plate of pancakes with fresh fruit in the shape of a smiley face, he explained to her what he wanted her to do--to arrive with him at the gates of Alexandria.

In a coffin.

Eyes on her, he squat down to where she sat. She knew what he was doing--he could have stood, lording his large frame over her, but he didn’t. No.

‘He wants to see my face, and for me to see his.’

“That’s what I need from you,” he said softly. “And when you come out, not a peep. They will stand down if they haven’t already. And then Lucille here, well, she gets her three.”

Something inside of her clenched at that.

“And we move forward with a new understanding.”

Sasha couldn’t stop the tears then. She couldn’t hold it together at hearing that. No...she still remembered the sound the bat made as it connected--

“Oh. Are you--are you shitting me?” Negan exclaimed, genuinely shocked. “Is that real?”

Wiping her face quickly, Sasha looked right at him. “I can do it, but no one has to die.”

“You are wrong.” Negan gave a slight shake of his head. “Punishment? Can’t do anything without that. Punishment is how we built everything we have.”

Sasha was pissed that he wasn’t listening to her, interjected, “You think I’m gonna sit here and let you--”

“Careful! You are not letting me do anything.”

Sasha didn’t flinch; didn’t blink. “No one has to die.”

“Okay,” he said with a silent chuckle. “How bout this: one. Just one. I mean, I was gonna pull three out of the pool, but, just one, and just for you.”

“There is another option,” she said quietly, her voice steady.

“Yeah? And what’s that.”

“Instead of killing one, you just take one. Me.”

Negan looked at her, confused. “I do believe you’ll already be staying here, so I’m not getting anything I don’t already have.”

Sasha shook her head. “That’s not how I meant it.”

She let the rest hang in the air. Negan cocked his head at her, considering. “I think...I think you’d like to get to know me a little better,” she added.

Negan chuckled, perusing her up and down. “And what makes you say that?” he asked, voice quiet.

Sasha gave a shuddering breath, an ironic smile on her lips as she blinked back tears. “Because. A woman knows.”

Negan slapped his knee. “Well hot damn, woman. You know I must admit, I am intrigued by you.”

“I’m aware.”

“Now, before I agree to anything, you have to explain to me what you mean by have you. I mean, you are indeed a fascinating specimen. Good looking, too. But I’ve already got me....” He paused, thinking. “Eight or nine wives. What makes you so different?”

Sasha smiled again. “Oh no. If you have me, I’m not gonna be part of some sister-wives club. You said you wanted me to help you run this place. What you want, is an equal. And if you play ball today? You can have that.”

Negan smiled, his eyes squint a bit as he marveled at the woman before him. “My, my. You are truly a queen. A bona fide, true queen. You got me wrapped around your little finger, you know that?”

Sasha smiled. “Yeah. I do.”

. . . . .

“I need you to let them go. They won’t stop; they won’t quit.”

“And why would I do that?”

“Because...you don’t need them. There’s a real chance here to do something great. And without me, you won’t have that.”

“Huh. You ever think about what may have happened if I’d met ya first?”

Sasha leaned back in the seat, staring at the window, letting the breeze hit her face as they drove down the road. “Can’t change what was. Best to look ahead.”

. . . . .

Rick shook his head, hands at his waist, looking away. “I don’t think you know what you’re asking.”

Negan’s plan had gone off without a hitch. She stepped out of the coffin, came off the truck, and stepped through the gates of Alexandria.

“I need to speak to my people,” she had called out.

She looked back at Negan, who gave her a smile and a nod. “Alright, you heard the woman! Let them all pass! But! They leave their weapons behind!”

Sasha had gestured for all of them to follow her to the church. She stood at the front, with Rick, the rest of the community listening.

Sasha smiled at him, calm. “I’m not asking. There is no way out of this, unless you want to lose more people. He’s going to leave your doorstep, Rick. He’s gonna go away. With this deal, we can have peace We can live.”

“You’re gonna quit?” Rosita asked, arms crossed, disappointment written all over her face. “Just like that?”

“I’m not quitting. I just found another way where we don’t have to lose anyone else. Running in there and being impulsive...We don’t have to fight to the death. When do we stop sacrificing? Huh?”

Michonne looked at her. “He said he’d leave? Just like that?”

Sasha nodded. “Yeah.”

“And what does he get in return?” Michonne asked.

Sasha swallowed, a lump in her throat. “Eugene stays...I stay.”

“What are you not telling us?” Michonne pressed.

“There’s no catch. I just need you all to agree.”

Aaron nodded, then stood, addressing the room. “If he’s willing to leave, and not come back...I’ll stand down. But Sasha, does that mean...will we see you again?”

“I don’t know,” she said honestly. “Just know that I’ll be okay.”

“Sasha,” Rick drawled. “You sure about this?”

Sasha went to him, embracing him in a hug. In his ear, she whispered, “Make sure they stand down, Rick. Let today be a win. Let it mean something.” She pulled away, stepping back. They stared at each other for a moment, until Rick gave her an imperceptible nod.

He understood.

. . . . .

“This will be your room, for now,” Negan said, using Lucille to gesture to her new surroundings. “The fridge is stocked, fresh linens and clothes are in the closet. Whatever else you need, you let me know.”

Sasha looked around, took in the gray walls and briefly thought of the prison, and how that had felt more like home than the Sanctuary. “You won’t be staying here?” she asked, surprised.

Negan shook his head, walking closer to her. “Oh no. That’s not...I know the deal we made, but hey, I’m not crazy. You need time, to adjust. Get used to things. That day will come, but for now, I just want you to be comfortable, okay?” When Sasha wouldn’t look at him, he gently grasped her chin, raising her face to look at him. “I am not a monster. Now, I know you meant what you said, and we will have to fine tooth comb the details, but right now, we gotta work on trust, and that honey, goes both ways.”

Sasha arched a brow. “You afraid I may do something to you while you’re sleep.”

Negan smirked. “The idea had crossed my mind. The gal’s got grit, but is she a liar? I don’t think so...but I’m not sure. So, we’ll just have to work out our trust issues together, huh?” He tapped her gently on the nose with the tip of his finger, and turned away, headed for the door. “When you made your proposal Sasha, just know that I expect the full nine. You want me to dump my wives and rule with me, well...I respect you enough to accept that.” He paused, turning to look at her. “Being my one and only means just that. But it’ll also mean sharing a space, making a home, and of course, heirs to the kingdom.”

Sasha’s eyes widened at that.

“Yep. Let it marinate. This was the call you made, and being the gentleman I am, well, I’m gonna make sure it all pans out. Rest up. I’ll see you in the morning.” He winked at her, then closed the door.

Quietly, Sasha sat down on the bed, fiddling with the hem of her shirt, wondering if she had made the right call, wondering if she could really do this.

She thought about everyone at Alexandria, and how they were safe.

They were safe.

She could live with this. She would do it for them.

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