#king samir galeforce

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I'm sorry that we only ever post incorrect quotes here. Counterpoint; they're very funny and we don't know what else to talk about. ______________

Deliah: *trying to buy a Father's Day card at Hallmark* Deliah: Excuse me, do you have any that just say "You are my dad?" Associate: Well, I- Deliah: How about "You banged my mom?" Associate: No... Deliah: You know what, I'll just get a blank one. Deliah: *writes* You are a father. This is a day. Here is a card.

Deliah: You're alive. Reinhold: There's no need to sound so disappointed-

Caelus : Why do you not believe that gods are real? Reinhold: Never seen one. Caelus : Okay, I mean, there’s a lot of things that you can’t see that are real. Reinhold: What can’t I see? Caelus : You can’t see gravity. That’s real. Reinhold: Yeah, I can drop an apple. Caelus : Fuck.

Kristin: It’s funny how well you and Deliah get along. Didn’t she hate you at first? Caelus: Deliah hates everybody at first. It’s her way of reaching out to people.

Reinhold: How did none of you hear what I just said?! Samir: I've been zoned out for the past two and a half hours. Kristin: I got distracted halfway through. Ash: Ignoring you was a conscious decision.

Caelus: What are you planning to do? Deliah: Hey, now. "Planning"?! Do you KNOW who you're talking to?!

Deliah: Why should I make my bed, when I'm just gonna unmake it to sleep in it anyways? Ash: Why should I feed you if your just gonna die anyways? Deliah: Deliah: I'll go make my bed-

Caelus : We need to distract these guys. Samir: Leave it to me. Samir: Centaurs have six limbs and are therefore insects. Discuss. Ash, Reinhold, & Kristin: *immediately begin arguing*

Samir: Do you have any skeletons in your closet? Ash: Literally or figuratively? Samir: ...I have to specify??

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*slowly holds up Damen* Agressive, angst boy for the InKings?

Ohhh boy. See, "aggressive angsty" describes the entire Petrov family and every single one of them has been Smothered In Love. It's a matter of which one gets to him first. (There's actually a character in their source, Dorn, who has a similar adoration for the forest he lived in and the animals he shared it with!)

Kristin absolutely understands his love for his home. She'd likely show that she means to harm to him by offering to help any part of the forest that might be dying off! Her plant magic would definitely be the bonding point she offers, along with her general motherly personality and caring.

Ash may not be able to help the forest, but she's a blacksmither's daughter and has fire magic. She'd see his interest in smithing and immediately want to talk with him about it, show what she knows and learn anything he knows. Would probably start as mentor/mentee who bicker All The Time and end mother/son :)

Reinhold admittedly would have a hard time forming an initial bond with little to talk about, but he would absolutely look at Damen's aggression and angsty-ness and see himself and want to help.

And last but not least, Samir himself, ofc! I can see it now, Samir deciding to roam into some woods (most likely with and for Dorn. Poor shadow-kid only really feels at home in a dark forest.) and wind up finding A Child (again. this would be the SECOND time jfc). His primary bonding point would probably be seeing Damen, looking over at Dorn, and deciding "yeah I'm not making the same mistake twice". I'm not sure how much of a threat Damen would see him as, being a blind old man whose first impression in this case would be "very weird and definitely haunted by the ghost of a shadow-wolf-child-thing".

Samir and Kristin would absolutely try to befriend the deer. The deer might have an inclination to befriend Reinhold, depending on how well they'd notice that his soul is a little funky and partially Dragon-flavored. (that is mostly a joke)

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Coming Out, Galeforce Style

Here's one of our first writings with this story, featuring King Samir and Prince Caelus! No trigger-warnings, only vague warning is some second-hand embarrassment and a someone coming out expecting/preparing for a negative reaction. Tooth-rotting family fluff here!

Samir had come to bid his child goodnight, as he always did when he could spare the time. He settled himself at the bedside, a slight smile coming to his face- being able to spend time with his child was a blessing, in his eyes. However, a worry quickly overtook him when the child immediately sat up and made eye contact with him, a fearful look on their face. 

"Dad? Can I tell you something?" Small hands gripped the quilt nervously, baby blue eyes darting between the king and their own knees. Concern washed over Samir and he lifted a large hand to gently cup his child's shoulder, tilting his head and hunching his shoulders to be closer to their level.

 "Of course, daug-" "I'm not your daughter." They blurted, their body tensing and their eyes screwing shut. The child's entire body was stiff, prepared for some horrible consequence, and Samir was swarmed with emotions. Confusion, dread, the fear that he or his wife had done something to make his child so fearful- but most importantly, a burning worry.

First priority- ease that fear. He was slow and gentle as he drew the child to his chest, enveloping them in a tight hug as they trembled, breaths shuddering as they fought tears. A thumb rubbed gently over the child's shoulder, a reminder to breathe deeply and evenly. "I'm not sure I understand what you mean. Could you explain it to me?" Soft, hushed words murmured gently into messy long hair, each syllable filled to the brim with the endless love and patience of a father. The gentle touch and words brought comfort to the child, and after a few deep breaths, he spoke.

"I'm trans. I'm a boy, not a girl. I hate having a girl voice and girl hair and girl body. I'm a boy, not a girl." He explained nervously, voice trembling, still not making eye contact as his hands fidgetted and tugged at the nightgown he wore. Samir paused to think this over, his calm warmth never faltering. His son- he made sure to correct himself- was distraught over this, and while he himself didn't understand completely, he did his best to make it clear that it wasn't anything to be ashamed of. 

"So, it's like you're a boy stuck in a girl's body? And the feminine aspects hurt?" The question was soft yet genuine, and the boy finally made uncertain eye contact to confirm. A quiet hum escaped the king as he continued gently rubbing his son's arm, turning this information over in search of a solution. "Well," he began after a heartbeat, leaning back slightly to make better eye contact, "what can I do to help, son?"

Surprise immediately flooded the boy's eyes, chased by tears and a sob as his face broke into a wide smile. He threw his arms around the king (earning a quiet 'oof' from the force of it) and buried his face into his father's shoulder, sobbing out a 'thank you'. Samir immediately adjusted his arms around his child, his son, a soft smile coming to his face as he rubbed the boy's back.

 "Of course, son. I love you no matter what, and I am proud to call you my son if that is who you want to be." The king simply held the prince for a long while, rubbing his back and murmuring soft affections to the sound of boy's joyful sobs.

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Samir and Caelus sat side by side, leaning into each other in the light of the setting sun. Caelus had been joyously infodumping to his father, and the two had lapsed into comfortable silence to admire the sunset together. It was a peaceful moment, yet a frown tugged at the corners of the King’s smile, his eyebrows furrowing ever so slightly as his thoughts threatened to ruin the loving moment. This, of course, did not slip by his son’s keen eagle-eyes, and Caelus pulled away slightly to peer up at his father’s face.

“You look like you have something on your mind. Do you need to talk?” Caelus asked softly, patience and love present in each and every word- words Samir himself had spoken to his son time and time again. The larger man hummed quietly, leaning his head back and letting go of his smile in favor of troubled thought. 

“I would like to, yes, but I’m unsure of how to formulate my thoughts into words.” He admitted quietly, shaking his head slightly and letting his eyes fall closed. “It is… something I am unsure of how to ask. Relating to identities and labels.” 

Caelus perked up slightly at this, a twinge of surprise flashing through him (then again, it goes to figure that someone among the elders of the castle wouldn’t be as cishetallo as they thought) at the words. “Well, what aspect of it? Remember, it’s always better to explore and find yourself home than to stay in a home that doesn’t suit you.” 

There was a long pause as Samir thought, formulating his feelings into thoughts and his thoughts into words. Finally, he spoke, lifting his head and meeting his son’s gaze. “I have… come to the realization that much of what others describe in terms of experiencing romantic and, ah… sexual, feelings, are simply… not the same as my own. I love your mother dearly, but it does not… fill my heart with ringing as some describe. It is as if in my soul, where most have a cavern for such feelings, I have something solid.” Shame crept into the king’s voice, his gaze dropping and his shoulders slumping into themselves with the force of it. Caelus was quick to settle a reassuring hand onto his father’s shoulder, the scene feeling oh so familiar, yet he waited for Samir to finish before speaking.

“There’s nothing to be ashamed of, Dad. That’s entirely valid- it sounds like the identities ‘aromantic’ and ‘asexual’. Aromantic means you do not experience romantic attraction in the same way, if at all, and asexual is the same for sexual attraction. They’re both spectrums, with many identities along said spectrum to communicate different extents of attraction. Both together can be abbreviated to ‘aroace’, and there’s a very nice flag for it. There’s nothing wrong with it, I promise.” Samir looks up to once more meet Caelus' gaze, relief washing over him and bringing a small smile to his face.

“Aroace…? That is a nice label.” A thought hit him, sending his smile right back down. “What about your mother? I love her. It’s not the same as some describe, but I love her and I meant my vows fully. How would she react?” The question managed to give Caelus pause, the prince raking his mind for information on such a matter. 

“Well… that can be multiple things. You said you don’t feel romantic or sexual attraction in the usual way, but you still love her in a different way, right?” Samir nodded with a sense of urgency, deeply concerned about the matter. “Well, some people have began using the term ‘queer platonic relationships’ for things like that. You love her in a way different to a friend, or family, but it is not a romantic love. I’ll help you talk to her about it, if you’d like.” He paused for a moment before adding, “and remember, you can change your labels at any time if you realize it doesn’t fit. You never know, you might realize that you just… don’t describe it the same way.” 

The King turned this over in his mind, considering the information he’s been given. Caelus' hand remained on his shoulder, rubbing it soothingly as the prince waited for a response. “I feel that label… suffices, yes. I would compare it to…” A pause as he thought, “...akin to a family love. A deep love, a true love, but not one rooted in or expecting romance. She is my wife, and in turn she is a part of my family, a part of my own self. Does that make any sense?”

“Yeah, I understand! I’m sure she will too- you saw how quickly she picked up and understood Polyamory and such.” Caelus offered reassuringly, giving his father a wide smile. The shame and worry melted off of Samir, and he pulled his son into a tight hug as the sun slipped below the horizon.

“Thank you, Caelus. You are the best son any man could ever ask for.”

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Thinking about soft and tender moments

Samir cradling his son, cooing softly at his sleeping child, no matter how much he's grown.

Rastus and Ter leaning into each other in the stables, laughing over something- they've forgotten what, the other's cackling fueling their own.

Deliah running through the gardens, giving her brother a piggy back ride, happy to hear his glee after the tears shed over a painful past.

Small spirits curled into soft wings, watching their family and laughing along with them from beyond the veil.

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❛ you’re welcome to stay, if you want. ❜

"You're welcome to stay, if you want."

The voice caught Reinhold off-guard, earning a sputter of surprise. Samir chuckled, tilting his head towards his fellow king expectantly. An awkward pause hung between them briefly before Reinhold cleared his throat and spoke.

"I would hate to intrude..." His voice trailed off at the sight of Samir's shaking head and inviting smile.

"Nonsense, you're not intruding. Come, sit. Play a match of chess with me? I'm sure you'll enjoy the competition, even though you'll lose." The comment earned a laugh, and Reinhold had moved to sit across from Samir before he could even have a second doubt.

"Oh, you're on."

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Starting off with our favorite squad of boomers- King Reinhold, Queen Ash, King Samir, and Queen Kristin <3

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Character Sheet: King Samir Galeforce

Basic Information:

Name: Samir Dew Galeforce

Pronouns: He/him

Species: Human

Magical Abilities: Umbramir [shadow manipulation] (Aquired), weak Pyrokinesis (Born)

Age: 53 (August 30th, 747 AV)

Labels: Questioning

Connections:

Alliance: Nightgale

Relationships: Kristin- Wife Caelus- Son

Backgrounds:

Childhood: Samir was loved so dearly, a kind, bright young man with a great future, plagued by loss. His gentle mother taken too soon by illness, his shining father slain on the battlefield. He experienced loss so early in his life, ascending to the throne at 18 with the loss of both parents heavy on his heart and a war to end, but a loving wife at his side.

Motives and Goals: The crown was the last thing Samir's father gave him, and he must live up to the expectations it holds. He only wants peace, prosperity, and most importantly of all- for his family to be safe. He's lost far too much already- his parents, his children, his freedom. He can't afford to lose anyone else, even if it costs him his life.

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Aaand some MORE;

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Starting off with our favorite squad of boomers- King Reinhold, Queen Ash, King Samir, and Queen Kristin <3