#king consort skittles

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🎉 Skittles!

Rough n' tough, this tiny clown will knock you off of your feet...and stuff your body full'a candy!

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I’d love to hear any morsels you want to give us about medieval Kylo and birthdays! Yours, his, whatever lol! 💗

Lol how did I know you were going to send this in!! I hope you enjoy my friend :)

The birthday of the King of Alderaan is one that is celebrated throughout the entire kingdom. It is another year that they are protected by the rowdy Rebels, another year that they are ruled by a fair and just king, a warrior king who has done so much for their lands.

A grand and glorious feast is open for all the villagers far and wide to eat at the same table as knights and lords, and oh how people do travel!

The great hall can barely contain all the people, so additional covers are constructed, more tables are extended out the doors of the hall for the subjects to eat at, not a single person turned away.

Musicians prepare for months to perfectly play the King's favorite songs.

Low instruments like the lute, flute, and recorder marry with the high instruments like the shawm, slide trumpet, and of course, the sackbut. Kettledrums, bells, and cymbals kept the rhythm as people danced in circles, the audience watching with clapping hands and stomping feet.

Gifts from across the kingdoms all over the globe are sent to Kylo, announced one by one and held up for all to see.

Empresses and Sultans and Queens and Kings all sent their well wishes, both as a sign of good faith and also one of friendship.

Alderaan's alliances were strong, and often, these highest of honored guests traveled to join in the celebration.

His Queen is by his side all night long, of course. As much as this was a celebration of Kylo and his reign, it was truly a celebration of you.

For without you, without your taming of this wild and unpredictable wayward son, Alderaan would not have such a ruler. It was no secret that you were Kylo's most trusted advisor -- a true Queen in your own right, not just a consort.

So when the guests applaud Kylo's greatness, so too do they applaud yours.

And there is no greater applause than when you kiss after your annual birthday toast, signaling the start of the feast and raucous celebration that will surely last well into the morning.

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[amazable01]

And the Puppets Danced- Chapter 5

A/N: THE LONG AWAITED CHAPTER (I hope) IS HERE!!! Sorry about the wait, everyone, but things happened in my life. But I’ve got the chapter here. I wanna know something, though.

Do you guys wanna see a longer fic, with more filler, and it takes longer to produce, or a shorter fic, with more action, and you’ll get the important things quicker? Lemme know in the comments!

A03 link here

I wake up to the sound of something chirping, and a spicy smell. I sit up, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes to see Logan and a figure laying against the fireplace. Something is bubbling in the cauldron, probably the source of that mysterious scent.

I turn, a hooded figure silently entering the house. They look up, the shadow of night obscuring them. “Ah, you’ve both woken. Good. It was worrying when you two didn't wake. I would rather not have to use medication, you know.”

“Who…” I start, voice wavering. “Who are you…?”

“Oh. I’m sorry! I seem to have left my coat on.” He pulls down the hood, revealing a man with round glasses and a soft face. Hazel eyes sparkle in the firelight, framed by freckles. He smiles. “I’m Emile Picani, the court physician for his majesty, King Roman of Animoterra.”

“Animo… terra?”

He chuckles. “Our kingdom. It’s quite beautiful, isn’t it?”

“So the king… his name is Roman?” I ask. Roman… Roman is the target.

He nods, moving to take off his coat and boots. After, he walks over to the fire, sighing. “And here I thought his habit of passing out near the fire was done…” He picks up the man laying by Logan, setting him on a bed nearby. “So, how’re you feeling?” He asks, turning to me.

“Feeling?” I ask, pondering. “I… I think I feel alright. I don’t feel inherently bad, or wrong…”

“Anything scraped, or broken? It’s important to make sure you’re fully alright before we start any kind of physical therapy.”

I look around myself, and feel. “Not that I’m aware of. I’m glad that fall didn’t cost me an arm and a leg…”

He laughs, and I grin. “That’s amazing, oh my goodness!”

Moving closer, he lays a hand softly on my shoulder. The area tingles from the alien touch. “But seriously, friend. Are you alright?”

I nod. “I think I am. I hope I am.”

He pulls back. “It’s incredible. You two recovered from a near-death fall in only 2 and a half days.”

I freeze. Two and a half days? We only had ten days to start with! Tomorrow we’ll only have seven days!

“Woah, woah. Careful there.” He helps me sit down. “I don’t need you straining yourself too much.”

“Only a week…”

He gasps. “Oh, you want to go to the ball!” He slaps his hand into his face. “Of COURSE you want to go. Why wouldn’t you? Even the king and his consort are going to attend, why wouldn’t you want to go?”

Ball? I like balls! Balls are fun, and dancing is fun! And food is fun, too!!

“Yeah! I wanna go to the ball!”

He grins. “Well, I’ll help you, then! Everyone deserves to go to a ball!”

I giggle. “Thank you so much! I’m so excited!”

He smiles. “We’ll have to get you two something nice.” He blinks. “Do you like ball gowns?”

I nod. “Yes! I do! A lot, actually…” I feel my cheeks warm.

“No need to be embarrassed.” He explains. “I do enjoy the occasional dress myself. And a masquerade ball is the best time to do that.”

“Masquerade ball?”

He nods. “It’s a ball where we all wear masks.”

Uh oh… That makes it more difficult to find the king… “That sounds like fun!”

He nods. “Indeed. But, YOU need to get some sleep.”

I pout. “But-”

“No buts here. You need your rest if we can get things ready for this weekend.”

I nod, sighing. “Alright.” I move beside Logan, curling up with the other despite Emile’s protests.

“Well, at least tell me your name.”

I mumble “Patton” as I drift off. My last feeling is Logan’s soft breath on my shoulder before I let myself fall into the blackness.

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[neko-mun-rp]

The King’s Consort (closed)

@snips-snails-skittles

This was turning out to be quite the good night. The intruder that snuck into the seventh circle of hell to get to Lucifer’s cage was Gabriel, who had no idea that Sam had took his rightful place as the king with the help of the powers he got from the blood of a hundred demons. Instead of torture offered a position of pleasure for the archangel. Gabriel was probably thinking this was more like a reward then a punishment.

Sam watched as the archangel swiftly came over to the throne and climbed into his lap. He wrapped an arm around Gabriel’s slender waist and smiled when some of his long hair was pushed back. The young Winchester quite liked the feeling of fingers in his hair, it was a peaceful feeling. 

“I think you’ll be good company, this dark place needs a beautiful shinning light...” Sam said and leaned close to place some soft kisses on the archangel’s neck. Though after a few moments a demon interrupted and the king snapped his finger’s to kill them. “Shit, they should know better by now...” Sam grumbled, having reacted before his could process it. “Think that was important?”

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old art of my OC Skittles!

Dont mind him goin thru it

He's an imp/doll demon hybrid

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[amazable01]

And The Puppets Danced-Chapter 1

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I feel the familiar tugging, and stand, walking to Master. I feel a skip in my step, my feet carrying me to the study where he spends quite a bit of his time. I poke my head in. “Master?” I feel myself ask. “What did you need?”

“Patton.” He says. “Come in, dear.”

I head in, unable to do anything else. Logan’s precise footsteps walk down the hallway behind me. “You requested our presence, my lord?” His thoughtful voice asks, cold and calculating.

Master nods. “Yes, my darlings.” He turns to the window, looking out along the purple and gray landscape. “It may not surprise you, but you two are the most beautiful, complex, and perfect dolls I’ve ever created. Kind, clever, passionate, strong. And not lacking in any capacity with beauty and grace by any means.

“However, I’ve come to realize that mayhaps I have been unfair to you. In my haste to keep you safe and by my side indefinitely, I have stunted your ability to learn. A criminal sin, I must say. I have stunted your true personalities, thoughts, feelings, and actions. And I find myself regretting it each passing day.

“But, I have made such a horrid mistake in my past, and I wish not for it to happen again. So I’m testing you. Testing you with a challenge that will require every aspect of yourself.” He turns back to us. “You will be given free will for 10 days. In those days, I expect you to travel to the next kingdom over, and right the wrongs committed there in blood.”

I feel my eyes widen. “B-blood? What do you mean, blood?”

He nods. “I am glad you asked, Patton. I used to keep tabs on the settlements that popped up around here, crushing rebellion and those who would turn the people I saved astray from the conscious path of good. However, since creating you two and the others, I have been preoccupied with more important and beautiful things.

“As I stayed here, the people followed a new ‘king’ to a nearby land, a prosperous one which I was planning to cultivate. They rose up, and created a kingdom known as Latusia to protect the people they deemed worthy enough out of anger and spite. They stole my land, my people, and a sacred treasure so dear to me, I would trade everyone else except you two in this castle to get it back.

“These crimes are unforgivable. Even though the original leaders have long since died, this poor excuse of a king must be killed, before a bloodline heir can be created. So you must kill the king, and bring his consort to me.”

Logan spoke evenly. “What will we receive if we do what you ask in the time period, sir?”

Master chuckles, whispering softly. “You will be granted eternal free will. No longer will you be simple puppets. You will be REAL.”

Both of our eyes widen, and not just cause of Master’s powers.

He steps back. “However, should you fail…” He turns to the window. “Well, I’m sure you two can spend the rest of eternity as puppets, catering to my every whim.”

I shudder.

“How about it?” He asks.

Both Logan and I nod, unable to refuse such an offer, both figuratively and literally.

Master raises his hands, flicking his wrists. What used to be invisible strings glow brightly, shimmering in the sunlight before snapping apart..

Suddenly, I feel disconnected from the bindings, the weight and freedom hitting my body simultaneously.

A huge pressure in my chest almost pulls me to the ground, and I have to steady myself, still getting used to the movements I’ve never done myself. I watch carefully as I twitch a finger, and it MOVES. On its own.

I clench and unclench my hands over and over, feeling the responses like magic. I turn to Logan, seeing him do the same with wide and wonder-filled eyes. The feeling of touching my dress sleeves makes my entire hand tingle, as I let myself feel everything.

I open my mouth, unknowing of what to say. I close it. I open and close my mouth, trying to find the right words. The right thought. Can I even speak? Is… Is that possible?

I close my eyes, preparing for the worst.

“Hello?”

It’s soft. It cracked a bit from the strange feeling of connecting it to my thoughts for the first time. I open my eyes, placing a finger softly on my throat. I talked...

“Patton?”

His voice is gruffer than usual, but the voice is unforgettable. I turn to him, trying not to fall over from the momentum.

“Logan…”

I throw myself into his arms, throwing mine around his shoulders.

Master smiles. “Beautiful. Truly stunning. I knew it was time, you two.”

I smile, tears welling in my eyes from joy, and the joy around me. “I’m doing it…” I whisper, pulling back to walk a bit. “I’m doing it!” I say louder, laughing with joy and possible hysteria. I’m moving! Me! Not someone else!

Logan nods, walking himself across the room and back. He’s less stiff, I notice. Less tense and strict. Logan is… walking normally. A bit more precise than Master of course, but still.

The motion seems so human. So REAL…

“Now before you leave, my darlings, to get acquainted with yourselves and prepare for the journey ahead, I ask only one request.” Master says.

I hum in response. “Hmm?”

“Dance for me, my treasures. Dance like you’ve never danced before.”

I walk over to Logan, curtsying. Logan bows in response.

With the respects over with, I reach out and touch Lo’s hand. The awareness of all of this makes the gesture so much more intimate. We stand there, palms lightly pressed together, before Logan intertwines our fingers.

Is… is this how dancing is supposed to feel?

His hand brushes across my waist, the touch so relaxed, so protective. So right.

I move my hand to his shoulder, feeling the soft silk of his suit jacket under my fingers. Each wrinkle and crease feels new and exciting.

Logan slowly leads me through the familiar motions, humming softly to keep time. Each movement is fluid and new. Familiar and completely different at the same time.

He dips me softly, our eyes meeting properly for the first time. Those eyes with wonder, passion, confidence, wonder. The eyes that have always shown the person hidden deep inside. Those gray eyes shimmer like silver, sparkling with thoughts unspoken before today.

Master claps. “Well done, my angels! Truly a heartstopping performance for me!” He hums, waving us away. “Now, go get ready for your journey. Your time will start the second you leave our borders.”

Logan and I leave, hand in hand.

“Wow…” I breathe out. “That was… This is…”

“Magnificent? Overwhelming? Intense? Exquisite?” Logan lists off.

I smirk. “Magical.”

He groans, smiling. “You’re insufferable. Good thing you’re adorable.”

I blush softly, still trying to get used to this walking thing. “Wow… It’s… It’s so strange to move like this, isn’t it?”

He nods. “There’s… There’s no way to describe how free I feel. No word I could think of to explain the sensation of moving oneself.”

I smile softly, running my thumb across Logan’s hand. What had once felt like wooden parts and metal joints now feels as real as Master.

Logan quirks an eyebrow. “Care to explain why you’re stroking my hand like it is some kind of feline?”

I jolt, pulling my hand back, awkward laughter escaping. “WHAT?!? I didn’t do that! Nope! Not a chance I was touching your hand cause it felt soft! What?!? I have NO idea what you’re talking about!” I laugh again, the laughter slowly tapering off.

Logan’s eyebrow raises. “Well, I suppose we should pack instead of dwelling on it?”

I nod, and race off, blushing.

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