#battlecrown 2022

[oc-cafe]

No one killed the King.

It’s been three days, seven hours, nine minutes and exactly sixty nine seconds since Vea Amaris broke into our ballroom, collapsed on the floor and cried. In the past three days, seven hours, nine minutes, and exactly sixty nine, well seventy seconds since then, a lot has happened. My mother has decided to acknowledge herself as the queen until I breach eighteen. After that, I will be the ruler, and she an advisor.

Vea Amaris is now well enough to sit up straight, well partially. Their ministers  have already received a letter, explaining where their acting ruler is, as their father’s whereabouts are unknown.  Eren left early yesterday morning, determined to find King Amom. 

There’s so  much to do. Father’s funeral has already been held. We had no body to bury so we buried his falchion, even though he never used it. He stuck to his daggers until the very end, but they were lost at sea along with his beloved bow and arrow, if only we had them. 

Grief weighs down every move in the castle, Zuri can no longer be seen sketching the horizon or taking one of her long walks on the beach, she’s shut herself in her wing and has allowed no one to see her. She’s even stopped taking her meals with mother and I! 

I wish I could fault her, blame her, but it would be hypocritical of me. If I could, I would  hide away in my room as well, but I have duties. I am expected to rule while my mother recovers from the shock, she is still queen but I am still the heir. I still have to lead my people, I still have to look after Vea, soothe our agitated allies before they turn on us, defend my kingdom and most importantly, find my father’s killer.

There aren’t any leads to follow, I haven’t been allowed near Vea, therefore I cannot question them about his death. There’s no ship to inspect, no bodies, no witnesses, nothing. Nothing. NOTHING. 

Nothing’s such a horrible word, there’s no point to it. It’s the only lie we accept. Every question in the world could be answered with those seven letters, but it’s never nothing, is it? There’s always something, or someone. 

This is basically a long winded way of saying, I’m sneaking into Vea’s hospital room to ask them questions about my father’s brutal murder. Yay! This will definitely not backfire, Amaris is… reasonable, for the lack of a better word. 

My shoes are off, and all that could give away my identity is hidden away in my room, where I’ve arranged a few cushions to pretend that I’m asleep in my room. The borrowed (read: stolen) servant’s gown is slightly uncomfortable but nondescript enough that no one will pay attention to me. 

Now. I have a royal to harass. 

-X-

I quietly make my way around the clinic, careful to stay on my guard, while Ababyomi may be out for now, she’s sure to return soon, and she knows every single nurse that works for her. The second she’s back, I’m screwed.  The other nurses mill about restlessly, currently the only patient in the castle is Vea. That makes my work a lot harder. I manage to disappear behind the curtain that separates my mark from me and my questions. Vea looks less pitiful today, the swelling around their eyes has gone down, making them look less racoonish. The blood that clung to their armour and skin that night, has been painstakingly cleaned, the only trace of their injuries are the stitches that line most of their body. 

They cock their head to the side, and sit up. Their smile is tired and their hands barely obey them when they lift it in a silent gesture. “You’re welcome here.” It’s small and silent, a mutual understanding. We’ve both lost our fathers and for tonight, there is to be no mention of the war, only a grim compromise. 

 I’ll tell you what you want to know, and you’ll tell me what I want to know. No ifs, no buts. 

“Good evening, Vea.” I drag a chair next to their bed, allowing my body to finally rest. For the past three days, I’ve done nothing but run around, and deal with agitated allies. A few moments of rest and relaxation was much needed.  “Daraja. I am truly sorry about your father, I wish I could have done more , helped him, somehow.” 

“You still can, help me find who killed him, Vea. Please.” I want to scream and cry but diplomacy helped us before, perhaps it can again. 

“I’ll  help however I can…. For a  price.” 

“A price?” “Nothing is ever free Princess.” They smile at me softly, their gaze carries no heat, a simple aura of cool intellect hidden by a weak exterior. 

“I’m aware, name your price.” “A walk around the palace?” Well. That was…surprising. 

“Uh. Sure.”  What could possibly go wrong?

  -X-

After a nerve wracking  escape from the clinic, we wander around in the gardens, there is not a single soul in sight. Only Vea and I. 

For a few moments neither of us speak, the only sound passing between us is that of their cane sounding against the cobblestones. 

“So.”  A brave attempt at breaking the tension, a failed one but brave nonetheless. 

“Right.” “I don’t know how to start.” A beat. 

“I’ll tell you exactly what happened and then you can decide what you want to do with me.”  Vea offers, their gaze turned away from me.  They don’t wait for an answer.

“We set sail almost immediately after the treaty was signed. He didn’t want to wait until dinner, he didn’t want to wait a second longer. All he could talk about were his girls, he talked about Zuri and The queen but mostly, he talked about you and how proud he was of you. He really loved you Daraja.” The weather is exceptionally warm, even my eyes are perspiring.  

“  I wish both of us could have made it home Daraja, I really do, but when those monsters took me…” 

“Monsters? Took you? Wha-” WHAT MONSTERS? LITERAL? FIGURATIVE? ELABORATE. 

“They didn’t tell you, did they?” Of couuuurse they did, I’m just pretending not to know. Read the garden Amaris. 

“I’m sorry, um I forgot that Aiga wasn’t aware of  the skelons.”  Skelons? What? 

“Skelons?”

“It’s a long story…” “I’ve got time.” 

A/N: Has this been beta read? Absolutely not no. Has this been posted after a billion years? Absolutely yes. 

I apologise for the incredibly long hiatus, I really didn't mean to do that. I’m really hoping y’all haven’t lost interest yet.

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art requests open i guess! might take a while to get to them though

i draw characters and people well

if you want a detailed background you're. gonna have to specify otherwise it'll be pretty simple

that's it ig? no NSFW

UPDATE: they're temporarily closed! they will open again once i am done with all the ones I have currently

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@stressedsnake what crimes will they commit

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this show is simultaneously being my therapy and being the reason I need therapy

[traditional-with-a-twist]

Tell Me No Lies

masterpost: Pauper with a Golden Crown

Day 1 - Communication

Zen was taken by surprise when they came upon the Lions’ village. Obi had led them in such a winding path through the woods that Zen had completely lost track of where they were. At a sigh from Shirayuki, Obi stopped in his tracks just before the wooden bridge. 

“Are you alright, my lady?” He hovered over Shirayuki, not quite touching her. Zen looked at her, too, and found her slightly bent over and flushed, taking deep breaths. 

“Mmmhmm, I’m okay, Obi.” Shirayuki smiled at her guard first, then Zen. “Just catching my breath.” She straightened again. “Thank you, Obi.” She met his eyes, something passing between them.

Obi nodded. He stepped back with a little bow, then whirled away, crossing the bridge and vanishing amongst the buildings. Zen blinked. 

He looked at Shirayuki but she spoke before he could ask. “Zen, please let me treat you. You have so many bruises.” She looked so anxious that Zen smiled at her.

“Of course, Shirayuki. But they don’t hurt.”

“Still,” Shirayuki fretted. She took him by the arm and led him through the village. 

At this late hour, there were few people out of the houses and they reached the small building that was Shirayuki’s goal unmolested. She opened the door to a room lined with shelves and stocked ceiling to floor with small jars and containers. Shirayuki stood on tiptoe to fetch a jar from a higher shelf and then turned back to Zen with a determined expression. “You should sit down.”

Meekly, he followed her directions, surprised by the focus in her eyes. Shirayuki bent over him, dabbing at his face with a cloth before dipping her fingers into the jar and smearing the cream over his cheek. Zen winced a little at the tenderness she found.

“Sorry!” Shirayuki’s expression of concentration slipped into one of concern. “I’ll try to be gentler.”

“No, don’t worry!” Zen almost shook his head but remembered to hold still at the last moment. “You’re doing great, Shirayuki.”

A smile flitted across her face, but a moment later, a shadow entered her eyes. “I should be doing more. This never would have happened if I had.”  

Zen frowned, trying to catch her eye. “What do you mean?”

Shirayuki turned away from him, swirling her fingers in the cream. Even when she turned back, she kept her eyes fixed on his arm as she gently rubbed over the bruises. “I’m sure you have other things to worry about.”

He pressed his lips together, watching her downcast expression. “Prince Raj is looking for you.”

She startled, then sighed. “So everyone knows by now. The rumors must have been spreading all this time.”

Zen narrowed his eyes. “There must be something you can do. That prince shouldn’t be allowed to prey on his own subjects.”

The shadow didn’t leave her face. “There is something, but…” Shirayuki shook her head. “I shouldn’t…”

“Shirayuki…” Zen looked down and saw that her hands were trembling around the jar. Gently, he took it from her, and she stared at her empty hands in surprised confusion.

“Wait, Zen, I need to…” She reached for the jar.

Zen hid it behind his back, and Shirayuki stopped and stared at him. “I want to help. Tell me what I can do,” he insisted.

Shirayuki’s face fell. “I’m sorry, Zen, but you can’t help. The only people who can help us now are the royal family of Clarines.” 

Zen almost dropped the jar.

Fortunately, Shirayuki wasn’t watching him. Heavily, she sat down on the bench beside him. “Dad has already asked them for aid but they said they could only help if…” She clenched her hands in her skirts. “...if I married the second prince.”

[oc-cafe]

Stories, skelons and tits

Vea tires easily, they are after all, still recovering. They ask me for water and give me no answers. 

I lead them to the kitchen, which is now mostly deserted, the servants having long disappeared into their beds. Some of the messengers mill about outside, just having returned from their various tasks. I wonder what it must be like for them, refugees who made their home in serving a kingdom that they don’t consider as their own, never in the same spot, swift as Dhoruba’s wings and  ever changing like the waves of Baharini’s waters . 

I do not wish to become them. 

“How do you know where everything in your castle is?” Vea shakes their silently and I notice the silver glinting through their hair. 

“Zuri, my sister, and I used to play here with the other children.I suppose we learnt all the hiding spots and the rooms along the way...” I trail off, voices of the past now deafening.  

There I had bandaged Eren’s cuts when they’d fallen into some bush while we had been playing, there Zuri had burnt her dress, there were the places my father had taught me how to clean the stems of flowers, there I had prepared soup with him, there I had found Gabriel and Zuri kissing for the first time, there was the grate I had cut open my hand on, there was the place my father had gently taught me the healing salves, there was that, there was this, memories washed over me, drowning me.  

“What was it like?” I barely hear Vea but some distant part of my brain computes their question. 

“It was fun, loud and absolutely lovely.” I smile a little as I think of the girls I used to know. So many of us drifted away as the war waged on, I wonder what they’re doing now. 

“It seems so.” One of them was called Vriti,  she used  to be popular, her parents had been immigrants from Alinthi, her father a merchant and her mother the head healer, they’d left five and a half years into the war. She’d been barely thirteen. She had a sister, older than her by three years, I think her name had been Reet or something of that sort. 

“Do you miss those days?” Vea asks, leading me out of memory lane. Thousands of names cross my mind, Adunbi, Aziza, Badru,  Chioke, people I used to know, with faces that sacrificed themselves to time. 

“Desperately.” I don’t know why I don’t lie but something about them compels me to tell them the truth. They sigh softly, fixing their glasses, they stretch their legs out in front of them, letting their cane lie at their side as they sit down on the kitchen stool. 

I pour them a glass of water, allowing silence to fill the room. Neither of us say a word, simply enjoying the feel of the cool night air. The utter silence leaves me with a heavy heart but a clear head. 

And a clear head is what I need right now. 

It matters not that my heart still weighs me down, that the grief seems to smother me until I can scarcely breathe, it matters only that the answers I need are within my reach. 

Speaking of which, 

“Vea. You promised me a story.” 

“Impatient, are we?” They sigh again, and I bristle. They sigh quite a bit.  

“Yes, well. I wasn’t allowed to be at the forefront of the war.”

“Be greatful for that.” They sit up sharply, eyes flashing with an emotion I cannot name. 

“Yes, whatever. Now, story.” 

“Fine. There’s people under the sea and they were allies until they weren’t.” 

“Oh okay… then- wait..What.” People under the sea? Did they hit their head on their way here? 

Do I need to hit them on their head?   “Yes Princess, there’s people under the sea. They’re called Skelons, they’ve got blue hair, and they can breathe underwater, they’re Baharini’s bitches.” 

I burst into laughter, they really had me going for a moment there. I really thought they had something important to say.

“Yeah, of course, and the next thing you’re gonna tell me is that fucking Baharini’s real.” I really did inherit my father’s sailor mouth. 

They gave me a sheepish look. 

Abeba’s tits. 

They have got to be kidding. 

“And do you have any evidence to back up this outrageous claim?”  

“Am I not proof enough?” I give them a quick once over, a broken nose, a few scrapes and bruises and broken glasses.

“Right, your….state is supposed to prove to me that there are people living under the sea?” “Not people princess!” They stand up, eyes wild. 

“They’re  monsters. We would be fools to believe otherwise!” All this excitement seems to be getting to them. 

“Look! Look at this and tell me that a man could do this-” 

“Kiongozi Amaris! Please! Get a hold of yourself!” I attempt to still their wild hands as they work furiously to rip off their tunic but ultimately, I fail. 

They shrug off my hand and continue  frantically unbuttoning their tunic. 

Well. This is not how I anticipated this evening to go. 

Maybe I could still make a run for it. 

I take a step back. 

And Vea steps forward. 

Or I could just punch them in the face and run. 

That’s probably not gonna work. 

I’m not very strong. Or good at running. Or… punchy. Is that a word? 

Fuck it. 

I’ll just drown them in the sea. 

Let ‘em be with their sea monsters. 

“Princess I know what this seems like and I’m sorry- I promise  I’m not trying to impose myself on you or somethin-” 

“Then could you kindly put your clothes back on?”

“I will… just- this is something you have to see to believe.” They finally shrug their clothes off and I scramble to cover my eyes. 

Wait. 

This is literally my castle. 

I can look wherever I please. 

I peel my fingers off my face and finally look at Vea. 

Bandages cover most of their body, except a few portions. 

The wrappings around those areas seem to have rotten and fallen away,I reach forward, my hand just barely brushing the edge of the gaping hole in their abdomen. 

It's hypnotising, it's almost as if their blood poisons the wound. I let my fingers brush the edge, and travel further up, tracking the path of scars, exploring the openings between bandages, and letting them tell me a story no words could ever describe.

Because no mortal weapon could ever have inflicted this kind of trauma, because swords and arrows can only cut so deep.

But these?

These are claw marks.

Claw marks that grow grey and luminescent blue under the gaze of the gentle summer moon.

Claw marks that shift and sway like the waves of the ocean that crash against our shore.

Claw marks that resemble the ones embedded into my city's walls from where Baharini once severed her village away.

A/N: Once again, not beta read, but then again when is it?

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[oc-cafe]

BATTLECROWN 2022

THE TRAILER'S HERE!!!!

Character Art credit: Mod Ares

(Most) Backgrounds: Mod Sam

Editing credit: Mod Sam and Mod🔥

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[oc-cafe]

wake up babe new daraja outfit dropped :D

Designed by Mod Fire and drawn by Mod Sam (cryING ITS SUPPOSED TO BE ARMOUR)! Used a pose reference from AdorkaStock

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[oc-cafe]

The Beginning Of The End (Episode 2)

Zuri managed to arrange a ball in mere hours, which even for her, is impressive. She manages to transform the entire castle, the town, the people and somehow, the entire royal family. She starts with me first, claiming that I take the longest to get ready, she acquires a lovely jazzberry coloured gown, she paints my lips a dark red  and gives me one of her own extravagant necklaces to highlight the boat neckline, when I am finally able to look in the mirror, I see someone who is worthy of the title Princess, I look and feel beautiful. Zuri doesn’t stay with me for long, moving onto mother as quickly as possible. 

When the ball begins, I am expected to sit at the head of court while mother addresses the returned soldiers. My only job at the moment is to sit still and appear regal, which considering my track record is an almost impossible task. We have been informed that father will be the last to return, as he wants to have a final word with the rulers of mesognes, and that they will be arriving with him. I adjust my glasses and quietly watch the party, not particularly in a mood to dance, I watch Zuri and Gabriel fool around. My sister had taken her shoes off at some point, probably to better feel the vibration caused by the music. They dance perfectly in sync, their bodies practically melded together, they are perfectly balanced, each other’s yin and yang, perfect in every way, their souls fused together. I find myself wondering if I will ever fall like that, if I will ever give myself to someone fully, and expect nothing back, to love like that is perhaps to truly live. 

I tear my gaze away from them, not wanting to hurt myself any further. I watch as Eren pours himself a glass of wine. A highly illegal glass of wine.  Finally! Something to distract me. 

♕

“You know I could have you arrested for that, right?”  I startle and whip around, there stands the heir.

 “Oh leave me be, Daru, it’s not like this is the first time,” “Admitting to your crimes, huh Captain Abbas?” She laughs and I smile, I haven’t seen her laugh in so long, and despite the music, I can hear it, it’s a deep true laugh. I missed it. I missed her. 

“Give it here, captain dearest.” She reaches for the glass and I tilt away, falling flat on my ass, the glass breaks, spilling wine all over my clean white shirt. I let out a string of curses, forgetting for a moment that the future queen of Aiga stands over me. 

“Tch, don’t make me wash your mouth out with soap Eri, We can get  you a tunic from one of the guest wings,” She helps me up, tutting at my misbehaviour. 

♕

We walk around the castle like we did as children; we  try to avoid running into the hundreds of servants running around, trying to finish the last few chores before joining the party. We help where we can but mostly we just talk. Even after  months of letters, there is still much to discuss. From Gabriel and Zuri’s wedding to the war to the quality of life at sea, there is no topic left untouched. By the time we find a new shirt, we’ve lapsed into a comfortable silence. 

I find myself, staring at Daru, trying to see if anything’s changed since we last met. Her hair’s definitely longer, she stands with more grace. No longer a child, her eyes seem darker tonight, lips redder, she looks regal, but if you look at her for a little long, you start to notice that she’s unsure of herself, you start to see that she feels inadequate. I tell her as much. 

“I don’t feel inadequate! I’m Daraja Adesina, I am the picture of perfection honestly,” She still uses humour to deflect things, glad to know some things don’t change.  “Are you?” Knowing fully well, that she has the power to banish me.

 I’ve always been good at getting on people’s very last nerve, Daraja seems to be the only person who can withstand my constant bothering. 

“I-” Whatever she says fades into the background as a ship rapidly approaches our shore, a ship bearing our crest. The king is finally home. 

♕

Eren’s face splits into a grin, and I bristle, nothing that I have just confessed is something to be laughed at, but then I notice that they aren’t looking at me. No, of course not, their gaze instead is fixed on  the window behind me. 

“Wha-” The words are barely out of mouth before their cold hands are clasped around my wrist and I’m being dragged down towards the ball. I’m winded by the time we reach;my gown sticks  to my back, a few strands of hair have escaped my bun and my crown is a little lopsided but I manage to look dignified and  sophisticated. I might be a little too proud of that. 

Eren is still smiling, his hair’s wild, the too big shirt  hangs off her gangly frame but she looks alive, she reminds me of when we were children, racing and laughing, oblivious to the war on our shore. I shake my head, willing myself to focus on the present, not on what we have lost, on the party and not on the names etched onto the castle walls. I hope they will be there forever, a final remembrance of those forgotten. 

“Dance with me,” Zuri’s voice is the one to pull me away, she’s breathless and shining, crown perched neatly on her head, laughter dancing in her eyes. I find myself laughing, happy to be alive, happy to dance with my sister, my head lounging delicately on her shoulder, her soft vanilla scent enveloping me and the soft murmur of music ebbing and flowing. 

“Time to switch partners princess,” I turn and there stands Gabriel, his bright eyes glint in the dim light and he looks so very in love, my heart twists. I wonder if my parents lived like this before we were born. I step away and almost immediately am snatched away by Eren, they spin me around to the upbeat music, barely giving me a second to breathe before dipping into the next move. My worries fade, and I let myself flow with the music. 

We dance for a long time, until my feet practically give out, and Eren has had his fill. I stumble to a dark corner, taking them with me, as he stumbles behind me, he picks up two glasses full of wine, a deep red which reminds me uncomfortably of blood, but I drink nonetheless, it tastes sweet and I feel it go to my head but I can’t bring myself to care. 

As I calm down and start watching the others dance, my companion leans down and whispers “When we were talking,I saw our ship through the window upstairs, that’s why I brought you down, he should be right outside the door right now,” Before I fully process what they’ve said, the doors are thrown open and Vea Amaris barges in.

A/N : *banging pots and pans* LOOK ALIVE PEOPLE, THE UPDATE IS HERE. I'M SORRY, I HAD TO DO MATH, I APOLOGISE, THANKYOU FOR READING THOUGH.

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[oc-cafe]

GREETINGS. SO I'M CURRENTLY GOING THROUGH THE BATTLECROWN DRAFT AND DECIDED THAT YOU DESERVE A SNEAK PEEK FOR BEING SO PATIENT SO HERE

When the ball begins, I am expected to sit at the head of court while mother addresses the returned soldiers. My only job at the moment is to sit still and appear regal, which considering my track record is an almost impossible task. We have been informed that father will be the last to return, as he wants to have a final word with the rulers of Mesognes, and that they will be arriving with him. I adjust my glasses and quietly watch the party, not particularly in a mood to dance, I watch Zuri and Gabriel fool around, my sister had taken her shoes off at some point, probably to better feel the vibration caused by the music. They dance perfectly in sync, their bodies practically melded together, they are perfectly balanced, each other’s yin and yang, perfect in every way, their souls fused together. I find myself wondering if I will ever fall like that, if I will ever give myself to someone fully, and expect nothing back, to love like that is perhaps to truly live. 

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[oc-cafe]

Battlecrown Masterpost

Daraja's Origins + Her Original Design

Trailer

Introduction To The Cast

Promo Poster + Summary

Episode 1: A Flower Yet To Bloom

Episode 2: The Beginning Of The End

Episode 3: Welcome home

Episode 4: No one killed the king

Wattpad

Ao3

[tiredguyswag]

me @ vea

[tiredguyswag]

new info dropped, vea is my son boy (gender neutral) now

[tiredguyswag]

Boundless: you can have a little gay coding. as a treat.

Battlecrown: they're GAY

Tlouq: they're BACK and they're GAYER THAN EVER

[tiredguyswag]

man daraja gives me the 'doesnt put THAT much work into her appearance but still is flawless' vibes