#ink of royalty

[cosmic-frost-arts]

Ink of Royalty: Princess Audrey

[cosmic-frost-main]

Got to draw what Susie looks like in the fantasy AU, info below!

- She use to work at the same company Joey use to manage but quit after getting into an incident. Her job was to look for magic in any crafted furniture and make sure they're taken away to be destroyed.

- Despite being in a highly skilled noble, Susie enjoyed her job.

- The incident involved Susie getting molten glass poured onto her face as she was investigating a cart of mirrors after detecting magic in one of them. A good part of her face did manage to get healed but it still scarred her badly and left her bedridden for a month.

- She knew it was Joey after catching a glimpse of him before the impact but couldn't say a thing due to being a pained wreck and bedridden. It also didn't help that by the time she fully recovered, Joey had been made king thus she knew it'd be impossible to say a thing.

- The green gem in her eye was from her mother, it's a green actinolite that's suppose to protect her and coated to help prevent any infections.

- After the incident and long recovery journey, Susie moved away to live in a forest away from the public.

- Susie met Audrey due to the Princess being sent to her to remove a curse off of the girl, the curse was so that Audrey stopped breathing for 5 minutes but Susie found it was suppose to be for longer.

- She found out who Audrey's father was mid removal and nearly let her die.

- Susie met Audrey due to the Princess being sent to her to remove a curse off of the girl, the curse was so that Audrey stopped breathing for 5 minutes but Susie found it was suppose to be for longer.

- She found out who Audrey's father was mid removal and nearly let her die.

- Despite how much malice she felt towards her father she was fond of Audrey the more time they spent together.

- Audrey sent a lot of letters to her after she saved her from the curse, Susie got use to it.

[inky-duchess]

Fantasy Guide to Royal Children - Heirs and Spares

The lives of Princesses and Princes are of interest to most fantasy writers, it's where many of our heroes, side characters and antagonists hail from. But what is there life like? Is it always ballgrowns and servants? Or something more?

A Strict Order of Precedence

The first thing to know about royal children and siblings is that there's a very strict precedence of importance. Is it fair? No. But this is a system, it doesn't have to be fair. The heir comes first without argument. They are the most important child, they are always greeted first, they are the one to stand next to the monarch or their parents at occasions, they literally go first - and this doesn't change with age, if the heir is the youngest, they still have precedence over their siblings. After the heir, order of predence goes by age and the order effects the life of the children. For example, the older sister will marry begore any of her sisters. This order of deference will be so engrained in your character's life that they will believe it the norm and rarely question it, it probably won't spark any in-fighting.

Accommodation & Staff

Royal children are usually raised one of two ways. Either they are raised at court, in the same Palace as their parents or they are raised away from court under the care of trusted servants. Being raised away from their parents isn't a sign of remoteness or dislike or terrible parenting, it was a way of break a child into the constraints of royal life while giving them freedom of scrunity or danger. Usually these children are raised in the countryside for their health, as cities are usually cesspits for disease. Their parents would come to visit them or allow them to visit them at court. Children raised at court are raised with a higher level of scrunity and attention. They will be in the public eye.

Royal children will always be surrounded by staff. There will be nurses to wash and dress them, nannies to discipline and direct them, guards to protect them and usually, a guardian known as a governess to run their household and care for their needs. Staff are not allowed to hit royal children and must obey their commands. Some royal children were very close to their staff:

Kat Ashley and Elizabeth I

Baroness Lehzen and Queen Victoria

Klementy Grigorievich Nagorny and the Tsarevich Alexei Nikolaevich

Lala Bill and Prince John

However, some royal children faced neglect from their staff. George VI was abused by his nanny, who would pinch him during important occasions, openly favour his elder brother over him and deny him food, which many have been a cause of his speech impediment. After the Russian Revolution, another of the Tsarevich's nannies proved less loyal than the other. Andrei Yeremeyevich Derevenko abandoned his charge, but not before ordering the boy around and insulting him.

Day to Day Life

Royal children would be educated withing their home by tutors. They would usually take lessons all together (the heir may take other lessons). A royal child would recieve an education in languages, arithmetic, geography, etiquette, dancing, music, sports such as riding and literature. Sometimes they would even share lessons with the children of trusted nobles or their cousins. Only the heir will be taught statecraft and how to reign. There is no rhyme nor reason a spare would learn how to rule.

Some royal children are taught the value of their position. Many royal children will be raised strictly to adhere to their social standing and their place in it. Some children may be raised in isolation, kept from mingling and raised to think of themselves as higher than those around them. Some royal families preferred to raise their children as "normal" as possible. The last Romanov children slept in camp beds, with no pillows and we're expected to tidy their own rooms and help the servants. They didn't even use their proper titles, they were called by their names and given a tight monthly allowance to spend. Alexandra of Denmark and her sisters used to make their own clothes. Some royal children could even be encouraged to play with the children of servants and staff as well as nobility (Kolya Derevenko and Tsarevich Alexei Nikolaevich, Winifred Thomas and Prince John). Companionship was a great honour for noble and common child alike as sometimes, they would be invited to live or be educated alongside by the royal children.

Royal children will not undertake royal duties until they are of age. Younger children be be present for large scale events such as jubilees but would not be expected to partake in any duties themselves. When they are of age, they will usually be granted an annual allowance, be invited to social events, invited to be patrons of charities and participate in royal duties.

Heir Vs Spare

Heirs have more responsibility, all the prestige, more power but they have less freedom, less room to explore their own lives and be expected to always be the epitome of perfect. Heirs will be given responsibilities in government, sitting in on state meetings or undertaking state duties.

Spares have little in the way of real power but have the ability to live less regimental lives and gave more agency in their personal lives. Spares may act as ambassadors to other nations or undertake state visits on behalf of the monarchy or even take positions in the army. Spares are encouraged to find positions to support themselves outside the family, either in a marriage or undertaking some service to the country. Spares who stay in the country, tend to act as unofficial advisers to their sibling when they become monarch.

All Grown Up

When royal children grow up, there are usually certain expectations and limitations.

Heirs will be married quickly, the lineage must be secure. Heirs will usually marry either as part of a political alliance or marry somebody suitable - from a good family, the right background, and able to fit into a certain mould (i.e malleable, amiable and loyal). They will be expected to focus on the country, it's needs and support the monarch at all times. Their social circles will be scruntised, their every move will be noted and remarked upon. Heirs will never gave to worry about funding their lifestyle, the Crown is their job and it supports them.

Spares can marry or remain single if they choose, (but if the monarch instructs them go marry they must). Spares can travel, they can be idle, they can even persue amusements not permitted for the heir. Spares can win glory on the battlefield and mix with all sorts of people. That isn't to say spares are useless, spares often occupy very important spaces in society and government. Spares will usually take these positions not for just status but also for the pay. This is why spares are granted royal titles such as dukedoms (they can make money off the lands, be able to build a dynasty for themselves and their heirs and gain status).

[fateswind0wseat]

The sillies!!

Xtale Royal Au + Ink brainrot!!

Yeah I'll go finish my other stuff nowww

[midnightfire830]

“Hurry up! We gotta go! The guards’ll be here any minute!!”

My boy couldn’t go without leaving a note! He’s and idiot, but he’s not THAT much of an idiot!!!

I probably went overboard on the background and lighting. Welp. What else is new…

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Let me know! Do we like this style of story telling? Making single panel drawings of the various events in the storyline? (Idk what else to call that style tho TWT)

[rott1ngjam]

Just gonna put this here and leave

DTIYS for https://t.me/+i0VnTuSSn04wYWFi

[autumnsunshine10]

Real Royalty

Once again they kowtow

To his royal highness on his high horse

Clackety-clacking without a care

For acknowledging the damage

In his wake, a trail of tears and heartache

While you're looked down on like a pauper

Peasant too low to stoop

Out of the loop and cut short

With no legs left to stand on and

Not enough support, nary any sympathy

The king makes his merry way

And all you can do is watch

From the sidelines you witness everything

Side-eyeing the sight of his reign

Of terror unending trying to refrain

From calling out his imperialist ways

Like paying off the Pied Piper

To play luring misleading tunes

He thinks he's the golden Sun

With you his brooding moon

But you don't deign to play his games

For you always have been

Forever will be

The real royalty

Written for a friend and inspired by a typo prompt: the king and the short of it

[emerald-onion]

Witch Of Fables: Two Birds In A Cage (W.I.P)

A/N: This is not the full fic, naturally, just the part I've written because I need the validation that it's good enough (and shameless self-promotion, duh.)

The royal garden has always been a place of wonder, but when winter has wept her last tears and lent the neverending snowstorms to spring's gentle hands, its beauty truly transcends.

The ever-vigilant statues diligently watch over passing workers, standing tall and proud, not once straying from their duty. Crawling vines have made a home in the towering pillars, unfurling their dew-heavy leaves to grasp onto threads of sunlight. A pleasant breeze sweeps across the pristine stone road, trailing the faint fragrance of trickling water and newly bloomed roses.

Were Cross a poet, he would describe this as something that comes straight out of a fairytale. But he is not a poet. Cross is a knight, and the only appreciation he has toward the garden is the peace it grants him from the castle's bustling noise.

Unfortunately, his peace does not last long.

"Imcoming~!"

It is purely thanks to years of training and instincts that Cross manages to twist around and catch the overexcited blur of black and white that is his best friend without tripping over and getting himself a faceful of dirt. Frisk, the little menace that he is, only giggles, the sound rings like buttery sunshine and golden meadows.

"His Highness!" Cross screeches through the pounding beats of his SOUL. "You can't keep doing that! One day, I won't be able to catch you in time and-!"

"Frisk."

His thoughts swerve so abruptly off track that Cross has to reign them in before they can plunge into the gaping ravine of bewilderment. "What?"

"We're friends, aren't we? Ever since we were kids, too." The Prince peers at him, petulance tugging his lips into a pout. "Then call me Frisk! His Highness is so formal!"

"I can't possibly do that!"  He denies it with all the vehemence he can muster. "You're a Prince! One of the Eks Empire's future! Not to mention someone I'm supposed to protect! There's no way I can treat you like a- like a commoner I meet on the side of the street!"

"Well, if that's what it takes." The Prince grins, stubbornness curling at the corner of his mouth. "I give you permission to treat me like a- what did you call it? Right. A commoner you meet on the side of the street."

"Y-You can't just-" He splutters.

"Aren't I the Prince? One of the Eks Empire's future? Shouldn't you follow my order?"

"His Highness-"

"Frisk."

"But-"

"Frisk."

"I-"

"Frisk."

Wide sockets meet half-lid eyes. Ones filled with incredulousness, the others, determination. 

Finally, Cross heaves out a sigh, resignation weighing down his shoulders. "Frisk."

The Prince beams, and it is so beautiful and blinding that any irritation he may have immediately flinches away.

Then his friend has to go and utterly ruin it by smirking mischievously. "I don't know why you still try. We've gone through this song and dance a thousand times before, and you've always lost.

"Clearly." He mutters, clearly not bitter. Nope. Nuh-uh.  Not at all.

Frisk laughs, humming wind chimes and twinkling birdsong. His friend has always been more in-tuned with Cross's feelings than himself.

In an effort to salvage his dignity, the knight tries to nudge the conversation in a different direction. "Why did you need me, anyway?"

"Can't I visit my best friend?" Frisk's smile tells him that he knows what Cross is doing but lets it slide out of amusement. "I miss you, you know!"

"Forgive me if I can't bring myself to believe you, Your Highness." He responds dryly, picking the suspicion hidden between the words and dropping it onto the Prince's lap.

Said Prince, the mature fifteen-year-old that he is, sticks out a tongue at the callous reply flung at his face. "Fine. I was bored, and I needed someone to bother. Satisfied?"

"Someone to bother? And you picked me?" Cross casts a glance at the surroundings. "Where is the demon brat?”

"He's busy with those stupid lessons again- wait a second." Realization clicks into place, filling up a picture of utter vexation. "Chara isn't a demon brat!"

"Could have fooled me." He shrugs, faux nonchalance draping over his shoulders.

Frisk jabs a finger at his chest, a valiant effort to distract him from their twitching grin. "Take that back!"

"Or what?" He grins back, unable to stop the playfulness bubbling inside his throat, threatening to burst open and flood his mouth with uncontrollable giggles.

"Or..." A pause, light and fluttering. "Or I'll make you!"

And that is my cue to bolt.

The bubble has burst for earnest now, laughter spilling from his teeth as Frisk chases Cross over a flower bush, past squeaking gardeners, under a grapevine.

And straight into someone's back.

Once again, Cross has to thank his knight training for its admirable attempt at regaining his lost balance, then Frisk crashes against his back and all three of them are sent tumbling upon the ground. He groans, blinking back the dizziness that creeps into his vision, and finds himself staring at an ink-stained face.

An unfamiliar ink-stained face.

In an instance, the knight has gotten back on his feet. Anticipation and dread twist his stomach, a coiling snake readying its venom.

Only the Emperor's closest circle is allowed into the inner palace, for it's here that he guards his most important treasure: the existence of the two Princes. The thought claws its way through the muddy depth, an unfaltering vessel upon the turbulent ocean of his mind. Paranoid, perhaps, but not to a young boy who had lost his parents to assassination, not to a father whose sons had gotten kidnapped by child traffickers.

But Cross has never seen this person before.

That means they are an-

"Intruder." The handle of his sword is heavy and reassuring on the tip of his fingers. "State your purpose."

"Whoa whoa whoa! No need to be so hostile!" The intruder scrambles to deny, panic rolling off of them in waves. "I'm not here to hurt anyone! Honest!"

"As if I would believe that." He snarls. The snake bares its teeth. "And you didn't answer my question."

"Geez. Chill out, won't you?" They grumble, entirely ignoring the blade brushing against their neck. "If I wanted to do something, do you really think you could stop me?"

A bonebrow twitches. "You must understand that statement only incriminates you further, yes?"

"What do I have to say?" They hiss, annoyance leaking over the edge. "That, as an intruder, I would never be amateur enough to let you catch a glimpse of my presence? That I can just drop one of two explosions on top of the castle instead of sneaking around? That it isn't hard to mess with your memories now that you know of me?"

"Are they trying to convince you or not?" Frisk whispers, bafflement tickling at the back of their question. "The more they talk, the more suspicious I'm inclined to be."

Cross has to agree. At this point, the strange intruder does not even seem to notice them anymore, continuing to rant about inefficient and boring tactics and I'm a witch, not a cheap novel's villain, nearly knocking over a nearby vase when they wildly flair their rumpled robe around.

That is, until they are interrupted.

"Ink!"

Surprise takes root at the crack of the intruder's expression before unfurling its brilliant petals and delight emerges from the blossom. With a beam that thaws away any infuriation, Ink joyously greets.

"Old man! You're finally here!"

And the Sun of the Empire, the youngest ruler in history, His Majesty XGaster himself scowls. "Finally here? We agreed to meet inside the greenhouse, my friend!"

"Huh?" The intruder taps their cheek, eyelights a question mark and an hourglass. "Oh, yeah! I forgot!"

His Majesty sighs. The same sigh he used to give Frisk when the child Prince told him that yes, Chara and he tried to sneak out of the castle. Again.

"What am I going to do with you?"

"Introduce me to your kids, preferably!"

The Emperor blinks, surprise filling up his sockets before realization trickles in as they land on Frisk and him. Unconsciously, Cross's back straightens, apprehension rising to meet that familiar attentive gaze.

"My friend, this is Frisk, our great Empire's youngest Prince." Everyone can hear the way his voice protectively curls around the name, a dragon protecting its hoard. "This is where I have to correct you, however, for Cross is not my offspring."

"Cross... Cross... Where have I heard that name before...?" Ink snaps their phalanges. "Right! He's the mentee you always talk about!"

The knight has to bite back a squawk. His Majesty talks about him? Him?

"Yes, he is." The Emperor agrees. The squawk stuck inside Cross's throat triples in size. "As one of the only skeleton monsters left, I took it upon myself to nurture his talents."

"I see, I see." Ink sagely nods. "So he's still your kid, then!"

The Emperor flushes. (What the actual fuck?!) "He's most certainly not!"

"Whatever helps you sleep at night, old man."

Cross can see Frisk gape at Ink in awe and wonder. Cross must resist the urge to do the same. It is not every day that someone has the courage (or stupidity) to tease their strict and straight-laced Emperor so effortlessly, after all.

"Dad," the Prince perks up, inquisitiveness tucked at the corner of his words, hoping to find out more about this weird stranger who has done the impossible. "Who is this?"

His Majesty wastes no time to grasp the diversion. "Ah, yes. Children, this is Ink. They're an old friend of mine."

"Very, very old." Said friend giggles as if they had told a particularly funny joke. As if a sword had not been pointed at their neck a mere moment ago.

Wait.

Cross has pointed a sword at His Majesty's guest.

Cross has pointed a sword at His Majesty's guest.

"Sir!" The knight scrambles to gather the pieces of his rapidly fracturing composure. "Please, forgive me for my transgression! Had I known you were such a distinguished figure, I would never have provoked you!"

"Don't worry, C!" Ink easily waves him off, their smile is the perfect portrait of the laughing sun. "You aren't the first person who wants to give me a good stab, and you definitely won't be the last!"

How very ominous. And concerning.

"As much as I would like to continue this conversation," His Majesty interrupts before the curiosity bubbling inside Cross's ribcage can tip over and a thousand burning questions spill out. "I believe it's time for us to go. We have significant matters to attend to."

"Nah."

The casualness of Ink's dismissal immediately halts the Emperor on his track. "Excuse me?"

"Nah." They repeat. "We can catch up later, old man. Go hang out with your family."

"But-"

"Just go, won't you?" The sunlight in Ink's smile softens into a warm hearth. "Family is important."

His Majesty pauses. His Majesty considers. His Majesty relents. "Very well. If that's what you wish, I’ll gladly oblige.

Someone dares to order the Emperor around? And he actually listens???

Cross and Frisk share a look. The confusion between them is perfectly clear.

Who the hell is this Ink?

[avernine]

two queens meet, stingers drawn

there can only be one in the hive

(original 2020 version under the cut!)

[blue-eli]

Ink October day twenty-nine: Wilder

To bewilder; to perplex.

Comparative form of wild: more wild.

[lostclouds-world]

HAN X RUNE #01

P: poor servant boy, for why must you lust over me to the point that you even sneak into my room during my bathing hour

S: I already explained that I was instructed to assist you in the bath, your Highness

P: so you want me to believe that you were sent solely to "assist" me in my bath

S: that is correct, your Highness

P: how boring...(swims a little deeper to check the water temperature)...well, why are you still standing there, strip and get in

S: p-pardon me, sir-

P: well you can't exactly be clothed while you bathe me, I'd much rather prefer you strip... now hurry in, I shan't be repeating myself

S: yes your Highness (takes off everything excluding his pants)

P: aren't you gonna take that off or would you prefer I assist you

S: *flustered* y-your Highness, I-I don't think that would be appropriate (gets in the bath with his pants still on)

P: *scoffs* have it your way then (swims over towards him and sits on his lap)

S: *nervously* y-your Highness, that's my u-um...

P: *smirks* that's your what?

S: n-nevermind sir (nervously applying soap to the Prince's hair)

P: Anyways, I need to stay on you because I tend to fall asleep at random in the bath, bare with me a bit um- remind me your name again

S: ...it's Han

P: Han. that's such a unique name, you're not from here are yo- (blacks out for a split second)

S: *panicked* y-your Highness

P: (wakes up but immediately starts dozing off) I'm sorry, did I startle you. I'm getting quite sleepy. do me a favor and place me in my bed chambers when you're done

S: *nods then continues washing his hair*

P: you're awfully quiet aren't you *chuckles softly* oh right, I didn't get to see your face" (slowly turns around to face him while almost falling off his laps)

S: (tightens his grip) be careful, that's dangerous

P: *smiles* I'm guessing you already know of my name since you don't seem the least bit curious

S: *nods*

P: (softly giggles while moving the wet hair from his face) "oh I'd love to know how you got that scar, make sure to tell me of it next time, alright? *yawns*"

S: yes, your Highness

P: also, one more thing,*nodding off* when it's just the two of us... (leans closer and whispers) I'd much rather prefer if you called me Rune *dozes off*

S: but your hig- sir, (blushing profusely) how dare I, a l-lowly servant at that, call you by your given name. that's unheard of...

P: *snores*

S: your Highness...

[cosmic-frost-arts]

Title: Medieval Fantasy AU Audrey

Been wanting to draw something relating to the AU and here it is.

[cosmic-frost-main]

It's been too hot to draw lately but I've been meaning to draw so many little facts of my Bendy AUs, such as how in Ink of Royalty Joey kept testing curses on Audrey to see how tolerant her body is due to him wanting to know what she's truly made of, and how it gets found out due to certain spells leaving inner markings only high tier mages can see, spells like memory erasure & magic compression.

And how mages that are hired as healers have to wear mask during work as a protection from kidnappings off duty

[inky-duchess]

Fantasy Guide to Ambassadors

How do different kingdoms negotiate when there aren't any phones or Microsoft Teams available? How can one government let another government how they feel? How can one monarch deliver an insult or compliment to another? Ambassadors, of course.

The Role of Ambassadors

Ambassadors are representatives of a government or monarchy who live in another country and communicates with their host nation on behalf of their own country. Ambassadors are there to make sure that their country's needs are met and that their host nation remains a friend - or at least they are there to remind the host nation of why it's a good idea to be friends.

Ambassadors tend to act as eyes and ears of their government/monarch, reporting back on all the goings on in the country they have been assigned. They can tell their boss the local tea, what the political climate of their host nation, who meets with the head of state and who doesn't. The Ambassador is there to pass on messages from their master and receive messages directly from the opposing head of state.

How to Ambassador Successfully & Not Start a War

The Ambassador must at all times be respectful toward their host nation. They must abide by their customs, behave themselves, act always in a professional manner and guard the information they handle with care and their lives. Ambassadors are welcomed into the country with a private audience with the head of state, wherein their references are accepted and their role is formally acknowledged. After this, they may only approach the government or monarch by appointment or after being summoned. Their boss would communicate their wishes and words to them and it would be up to the Ambassador to pass these things along, albeit more skillfully and more diplomatically.

The Perks of Being an Ambassador

Ambassadors can live at an official residence called an embassy like today or they can reside at court. They can take their families with them if they choose and are usually paid to establish a good sized household. Ambassadors are usually rewarded with honours and titles, if they are successful in their post or after a long posting. Ambassadors can also be awarded orders and honours by their host, along with places of honour for their family if they reside within them.

Ambassadors are usually welcomed and treated with great respect (if their country is an enemy, they are still treated well in hopes that things don't esculate). Ambassadors are invited to most important gatherings, included in the celebrations at court and spend much of their time at society events (i.e. intelligence gathering). Ambassadors can also get rich on their work, they could sell out their country's secrets to their host nation or even accept bribes to pass on false information to the boss.

The Downsides of Being an Ambassador

Ambassadors do have to leave their homeland for their job, this can mean a long posting away from family and from their own people. Ambassadors can be blamed for rifts or bungled international relations. They may even be accused of taking bribes or being corrupted. Ambassadors could also face being spied on, particularly in a nation that is hostile to their nation. Ambassadors can also be the target of violence from their country's enemies or the focus of emnity by the host nation itself. Very often in times of war of political turmoil, an Ambassador can be expelled from the country. When you're the symbol of a nation and you're in reach of enemies, you are in considerable danger (though it's not recommended to kill an ambassador, it's sort of against the rules).

Who can be an Ambassador?

Ambassadors are usually found amongst the nobility or within government. They are usually chosen by:

Pedigree: The better kind of person you send would mean a bigger compliment to the people the country want to make an ally. Sending a Duke would be a great compliment while sending a simple government official might be seen as an insult. To offer somebody high-ranking is to signal you trust the nation.

Skills: Communication skills are key. Knowledge of the languages and customs of the nation are required. Any ability for espionage, good social skills and a likeabilty would be recommended too.

Political Affiliation: Ambassadors are mouthpieces for their masters. It is generally smart to chose somebody who shares or endorses your view on politics. For example, you wouldn't send an Ambassador hungry for war to a nation you want to make peace with.

Loyalty and Uncorruptability: If you're picking somebody to speak for you and handle very sensitive information, you will chose somebody loyal to you and somebody you trust not to be led astray by the other nation or spies.

[miinah13]

Inktober sketch 18

[midnightfire830]

I drew up more of these characters sheets!

I love this too much so I made some for the Cuphead’s of my AUs that are a little more out of character than OG. I’m gonna do a few others like little nightmares and true demon. And I’ll also have to get to the mugmans and bendy’s of these AUs too.

But for now here’s cuppy!!!

My two most chaotic Cupheads and my two fluffiest Cupheads... interesting….