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[faux-ecrivain]

Yan Emperor

(Twelfth Official Post)

(Duke’s name is Isaiah Hartfeld)

(This one might be a bit muddled, but I tried my best.)

(Emperor’s name is Adonis Margold)

(this one focuses on the Emperor, part two should focus on the Duke)

     The Duke, Isaiah Hartfeld, was well known for being a promiscuous womanizer and he often caused an uproar in society. Which is what prompted the Emperor to marry Isaiah off to someone that would whip him into shape, you. You were a well known person throughout all social circles, you were the head of you family and you didn’t let anyone push you around. Of course, when the emperor first proposed such an idea you immediately shut it down. You didn’t explain why, but you did say that nothing in this world would ever make you change your mind. So, he decides to offer you something out of this world, something only he can give you.

     The Emperor greets you as you enter the throne room, a sly smile on his tanned face. “Ah, Good Morrow, my dear friend, how are you this lovely evening?” He descends from his throne, his boots click against the marble floor. He holds a gloves hand out and waits for you the greet him, you reluctantly grab hold of his hand with one of your own gloved hands. (Gloves are very popular around here) You place a respectful kiss on his knuckles (which, of course, causes the Emperor to smile) and then let go of his hand (which causes the emperor’s smile to fall).

      “I am doing no better than any other day, why did you call me here, Your majesty?” You respond with an air of formality and familiarity. The Emperor frowns, finding your formality unnecessary. “Come now, my dear subject, formality is not necessary. We’re practically family!” He says with a grin on his face and wink of his eyes, you, however, are confused. But you just nod your head and let him say what he wants. He waits for your response, but his joy diminishes with each second of silence.

     He clears his throat and pats your shoulders. “I see you’re in no mood for small talk, so I suppose I should just get to the point.” He forces a smile on his face and places his hands on your shoulders, he chooses to ignore the way you lean away from him. “I’ve decided that you shall marry Duke Hartfeld.” Your eyes widen and you’re about to disagree when the Emperor interrupts you. “Ah, Ah, Ah, I already know what you’re about to say, but trust me, you do not want to reject this deal.” He leads you to a nearby chair, which seems to have been placed just for you, and sits you down. He kneels, on one knee, in front of you.  “Your majesty! What are you doing?!” You exclaim, finding his behavior strange. He brushes off your worries and continues speaking.

     “Listen, [Y/N], I know you aren’t from this country and I know you want to go home. So, if you marry the Duke and straighten him up, then I’ll take you home.” Your expression shifts from disbelief to doubt, how would the Emperor send you home, and how does he know you aren’t from here? Unless, by home, he means returning you to your country. Which would make more sense, because you were a prisoner of war when you first came to this country. Now, you’re a high ranking general and commanding an army, you can’t help but be proud of yourself. “What on Ilasatra do you mean?” (Ilasatra is the equivalent of earth in this world.) You ask him, a frown developing on your face.

    The Emperor smirks and brushes your hair back, then he stands up and begins to circle your chair. He stands behind you and leans his head down to whisper into your ears. “You know exactly what I mean.” He purrs, placing his hand on your shoulder and caressing it, which causes you to lean away from him. He touches you far too much, it makes you very uncomfortable. Your breath catches in your throat and you can’t help the hope that claws its way to your heart. “You can send me home?” You mutter, turning to face him and your gaze catch his. There’s such a hopeful look in your eyes, he smirks, it amuses him and then his eyes are caught by your lips. Oh, how he wishes to love you, but you would be of better use whipping the Duke into shape. 

    He clears his throat and drags his gaze away from yours, he resumes his previous action of circling your chair. His hand trails down your arm and causes goose bumps on your skin (because you’re uncomfortable). “Yes, I could get you home, but only if you do something for me first.” His tone is quite mysterious, he seems to know something you don’t. “It will be worth it, I promise.”  His hand entangles itself with yours, you pull away and he reluctantly lets you go. 

     You contemplate his words, your brows furrowed and you wipe your hand on your coat (which, of course, causes him to chuckle). You hesitantly agree, knowing that making a deal with the emperor is a bad idea. “Very well then, Your Majesty, I trust you.” His heart flutters when you admit to trusting him, he didn’t know those words could have such a pleasant affect on him. He smiles and yanks you out of your chair, he then places both his hands on your shoulders. “That’s wonderful, [Y/N], I knew you wouldn’t let me down.” He traps you in a tight hug, despite how uncomfortable it makes you (and it makes you very uncomfortable).

      You struggle somewhat to escape his grip, eventually giving up and letting him hold you as long as he wished. He sighs, his mind awash with loving images of you and him together. He knows it will never happen, but he surely can dream about it. You’re pretty sure he was sniffing your hair and that was your sign to escape the hug, so you stepped on his foot and then backed away from him. His pained groans are muffled by his hand and he tries not to scream, he forgot how sharp your boots were. “Ah, my dear, that was quite rude of you, but I’ll forgive you, just don’t do it again.” He warns you with a rather playful tone, even waggles his finger at you, but the threat is real. You frown and shuffle away from him. 

     He tsks and drags you back to him, although he does have to fight as you dig your heels into the marble flooring. “Come now, dear, I won’t hurt you. Don’t you want to know what I need from you?” His smile tightens as he struggles, he didn’t expect you to be so strong. He chuckles nervously, he even sweats a bit (which irritates him because he absolutely despises sweating). He lets go of you, causing you to stumble back yet you retain your balance. “Okay, you just stay there and I’ll explain the deal to you, alright?” You nod your head and he claps his hands together. His smile grows and his tone shifts from agitated to cheery. “Wonderful! My dear, do you know who Duke Hartfeld is?” You nod again, then verbally respond. “Yes, I’ve heard rumors about him.”

     Actually, you’ve heard many rumors, all of them attest to his hedonistic lifestyle. You don’t like him very much, you absolutely despise him. The Emperor smiles again, he smiles a lot, and walks towards you. “Great, I want you to marry him-“ You gasp in shock and then interrupt him, because there is no way in Natiscle (Natiscle is the equivalent of hell in this world.) that you’re going to marry that worthless wrench of a man. “Oh, like Natiscle I will marry that man! I wouldn’t marry him if he were the last man on Ilasatra!” You exclaim loudly, the servants in the room startled by your behavior. The Emperor is amused by your response, he chuckles and feels himself growing fonder of you with each word that escapes your mouth.

     “Oh, Baiyases, (Baiyas is the equivalent of heaven in this world, so Baiyases is the equivalent of heavens.) now dear, you shouldn’t overreact. He really isn’t all that bad, if you ignore his faults and he won’t be any trouble if you smack him around a bit.” The Emperor does not like the Duke, at all, and neither do you. But you could never smack Duke Hartfeld around, he’s so weak and it’s not like he’s a criminal. “Oh, no, I couldn’t do that. It wouldn’t be right.” She responds causing him to rolls his eyes and scoffs. “Oh, please [Y/N], you’ve dealt with far more reputable enemies than that old Duke.” You cringe when he mentions your past, as a general you’ve had to take down many people and you hate being reminded of that. Also, the Duke Isn’t that old, he’s actually younger than you. Which might explain his promiscuity, they say, that is the noble women say, that young man are very adventurous, and often have trouble committing to a relationship. 

     You sigh, a frown etching its way onto your face. You look away from the Emperor, which causes you to miss his frown, and then think about his offer. You don’t want to marry that wretched Duke, but the Emperor says he can send you home and you really do want to go home. You sigh again and massage your temple. “Okay, I’ll do it, but you have to promise you’ll send me home right after. I don’t want to stay with him any longer than necessary.” You fold your hands together and tug at your gloves. The Emperor smiles once he hears you accept his request and he can’t help but hug you again. “Oh, thank you so much, my dear! All I need you to do is whip him into shape and then you can leave, okay?” 

      You nod, then wriggle your way out of his hold. This time the Emperor doesn’t frown, he seems happy to have heard you agree to his favor. “How long do I have to be married to him?” You ask, causing him to tilt his head and pretend to think. “Oh, perhaps two or three years. That’s not too long, is it?” You groan, just a week around that Duke is too much. You couldn’t fathom spending two years with him, let alone three. The Emperor chuckles upon seeing your disgusted face, he takes joy in knowing that you despise the Duke just as much as he does. “Is that alright, dear? Surely you could handle two, or three, years with the Duke? After all, you’re a very strong person, the Duke couldn’t be much worse than those on the battlefield, right?” 

     You frown again once the Emperor brings up your past, he sure likes to do that. You sigh, roll your eyes and cross your arms. “I can’t do two years, but I’ll do one year.” The Emperor tilts his head, amused and intrigued by your behavior. Not many nobles would have the gall to negotiate with the Emperor, that’s why your his favorite subject. “Hm, a year and half.” He says, which causes you to glare at him, then speak again. “No, one year and three months.” The Emperor exhales and his eyes narrow, he’s becoming irritated with your boldness. “A year and two weeks.” He responds, you consider his offer, then nod your head. “Fine, a year and two weeks, but no more.” He smiles, quite happy now that you’ve agreed with him. “Wonderful, oh, I can’t wait for the ceremony!” (Although, he would rather you marry him, but oh well, such is life) He claps his hands together and kisses your cheek, as a way to share his congratulations, but it just made you uncomfortable.

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Bonus Scenes:

You: “Do you really think me strong?” Not many nobles admire your strength, they believe you should fit into a certain mold, and it’s rather frustrating.

The Emperor: He places his hand son your shoulders, a flirtatious smirk on his face. “Why of course, darling! You are so very strong, the strongest person I’ve ever met..” He purrs, his hands trailing down your arms.

You: You puff out your chest upon hearing the Emperor compliment your strength. “Hmph, that’s right, I’m the strongest person around.” 

The Emperor: He chuckles, amused by your behavior. He thinks you’re absolutely adorable, he’ll do anything if it means having you next to him.

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(Hope you enjoyed this fan fiction, this one was a bit longer than most of my other written works. Regardless, I hope you enjoy it and please leave a comment if you want more.)

(This is just part one, it focuses more on the Emperor than the Duke, but don’t worry the Duke will have his turn soon enough!)

(this took hours and days to make, mostly because I procrastinated, but at least it’s done. This is part one, part two will, hopefully, focus on the Duke.)

[lindseymcdonaldseyelashes]

Leverage 4x5- "The Hot Potato Job"

[kupuazu]

Back from reading the first tags, comments etc for the new season. Decided to cut the first ep & not to watch the rest. But yall, help me out… 😔

Please just drop the episodes I need to watch - only the interesting parts where they explain shit or show cool shit. Im absolutely not interested in the rest anymore.

Thanks babes. Love yall 😩

[aquasharkpencilmark]

Oc doodles

[fantasticsims]

Doing Baby Things

Marigold is thriving, checking milestones, getting that foot in her mouth, and playing with all the toys all on her own.

[watching-pictures-move]

Put On Your Raincoats | Superware Party (Margold, 1979)

I suppose Bill Margold being an actual porn performer and at least initially presenting himself as a dork are mitigating factors, but directing a movie where you give yourself a sex scene with Seka and Jennifer West and turn your character into a cool cigar-huffing dude who has sex with tons of women is a total bozo move.

As an SOV production shot with fairly basic camera setups, I would not call this a stylistically sophisticated piece of work, although there is a dissolve, a questionable wipe video effect and music playing over the proceedings. None of these flourishes are well done, but they are flourishes. I suppose the shot where Seka puts on her stockings in front of a mirror is not an unsexy image. I should disclose that I watched this on a super blurry VHS rip that likely downplayed some of this movie's technical virtues (and is probably not conducive to prurient enjoyment, if you watch these things for those reasons).

Especially with the runtime, there isn't a lot to this, and I think it's kinda lame that music plays over the straight sex scenes and even more lame that the lesbian scene is truncated. But I did not find Seka and Jennifer West to be unpleasant presences, and I laughed when Bill Margold spilled coffee on his pants. So there are things to enjoy here.

[perfectlysafeandhealthy]

Bro I literally kid you not, i love too much making fun of the charcaters as much as i can, its better then fucking college work i'll tell you that much 😭😭😭 SHOULD be doing hw rn AHEM 😭😭😭

[inbloodwerise]

NOOOOOO!!!!!!! GO AWAAAAY!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!

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For those of you interested in the symbolism in the page and some history fun:

The Ankou is wearing a marigold flower in his hat, wielding a scythe and an unlit torch..  ANKOU: An Ankou (english spelling, there is a welsh spelling too) is a grim reaper sort of figure. There is said to be in Ankou for every "region" (presumably city. I go by city). So the Ankou you see here is the Ankou of London. You can spy the sigil of London on his upside-down torch hanging from his hip. TORCH & SCYTHE: An upside down torch is a symbol of "snuffed light", death or the end of something. Which I thought would be fitting for an Ankou. :) Scythes are pretty explanatory, I think. But in-case you want a reason anyway: The scythe is a symbol of harvest, the reason a grim reaper are often depicted wielding one is because they are "harvesting" a person's life. MARGOLD: In the Victorian Era, in floriography, the marigold was synonymous with grief, despair and mourning. To the Victorians, the marigold was a remembrance flower.  Flowers were part of popular entertainment: A parlour game played in middle-class households involved blindfolding a party guest who had to pick a flower from a vase. Party guests would “read” the blossom, which they believed shed light on the person's future love or personality. It was therefore considered an ominous omen if the guest picked a marigold. The Marigold was also mentioned by Shakespeare six times. In two of the six references, Shakespeare uses the flower as a metaphor for death and an ornament for graves.

[notsoberryse]

After another successful day at work, Rosie get's a call.

Rosie: "Mary, I've got to talk to you."

Marigold: "What is it?"

Rosie: "I don't know how to tell you this.... your grandfather... he..."

She swallows.

Margold: "Mommy?"

Rosie: "He passed away this morning."

Marigold: "No. NO, MOM!"

Rosie: "I'm sorry, honey."

They meet up with Farrah at the cemetary a couple of days later to pay their respects.

[faux-ecrivain]

Headcannons about Yan Emperor

(Seventeenth Official Post)

(Name is Adonis Margold)

(Links to help you; 140 Shades of Purple Color With Names, Hex, RGB, CMYK Codes - Color Meanings , 134 Shades of Green Color With Names, Hex, RGB, CMYK Codes - Color Meanings , 140 Shades of Purple Color With Names, Hex, RGB, CMYK Codes - Color Meanings , eighteenth century | British Food: A History )

He hates it when he starts sweating, it makes his body feel all sticky and uncomfortable 

He hates the color Harelquin green and despises the color Fuchsia purple, but loves the colors Chinese violet and tea green

He’s actually the son of a concubine/mistress and was quite close to his father (the late Emperor)

Despite this he has no intention of taking a concubine or mistress

His favorite food is filet mignon 

His favorite dessert is smoking bishop (a British dessert from the 18th or 19th century)

He dreams about a domestic life with you (he’s even considered adopting/having a few kids)

He hated you when he first met you

He hates the Duke so much that he has a target dummy that has the duke’s painting on it and the emperor literally rips that thing apart with his sword/arrows

He’s been through 21 failed assassination attempts on his life, 33 failed assassination attempts on his mom’s life, 14 failed assassination attempts on his dad’s life, five failed assassination attempts on his siblings and 6 successful ones (he had a lot of siblings).

He doesn’t know how to ride a horse and wants you to teach him

He sleeps with a stuffed bear at night

He has a very comfy bed and often invites (commands) you to lay with him

He doesn’t hate the peasants, but he wants nothing to do with them and do he devised a plan to just take care of their needs, so they’ll stop bothering him

He absolutely despises any and all, except you, nobles, like he cannot stand being in a room with them for long than 20 minutes

His favorite flower is the Dawnrising flower, it only blooms at Dawn and he loves the way it looks. 

It comes in two shades, one has a yellow center which fades into orange at the beginning of the petals which then fades into a light red and has splashes of light blue in it, and the tips of the petal are a dark shade of pink

The second version has a dark shade of purple center that fades into a light purple near the edges, then it fades into a pink as the petals bloom and the tips are a shade of blue

Although, Dawnrising flowers are quite rare and he’s only found a handful, all of which he’s kept alive and taken wonderful care of them

He doesn’t actually want to be the Emperor, but he’s the only one left in his blood line and he’s not one to forsake responsibility 

He adores cute fuzzy animals and has a pet cat (it’s a tiger), it’s quite big though and has to be kept outside

Many women have tried to win the Emperor’s heart, but he has turned them away and will continue to do so. 

This has caused speculation about the Emperor’s sexuality, some assume he’s into guys, but the truth is he doesn’t care about the gender as long as they have a respectable personality (also he just really wants to marry you)

He’s a very good dancer and favors the tango

When it comes to cuddles, he prefers to wrap his arms around whomever he’s cuddling and then lay on top of them (no idea why, of course this doesn’t mean he’s against being the little spoon when cuddled)

He gets bored rather easily and gets irritated just as quick

Despite his friendly personality, he’s actually quite cruel and temperamental. If someone bugs him too much or resists him too often, he’ll lash out and severely punish them

If the person he loves doesn’t reciprocate then he’ll wait a little for them to come to their sense, but if it takes too long then he’s not above kidnapping and murder

He has a reputation for being a monster on the battlefield, it’s said that he’s killed entire armies of opposing forces before (of course, his reputation could never live up to yours, you’ve got far more experience in battle then him)

He has a thing for really strong people and if the person he’s perusing has some muscles, well, let’s just say they should expect an onslaught of perversion and flirtatious remarks/touches 

Although, if the one he loves Isn’t particularly strong, he doesn’t mind and will still love him

His favorite color is Liserian Pink

He likes watching the middle class performers do plays, actually he likes to watch plays in general and operas

He’s visited many places on Ilasatra and his favorite place to visit is Rais (the equivalent of china in this world)

He’s enjoys learning about other cultures and heritages, his own is a bit messy and he doesn’t like thinking about it

He hates his grandfather and doesn’t care for his grandmother 

He never really cared for his siblings, except for a little boy named Frederick those two were quite close and up until little Fred died (at the age of twelve) Adonis spent a lot of time with him

He likes to read books on myths, particularly Terres myths (equivalent of Greek myths in this world)

He has a journal that he uses to write down every dream, every thought and everything about you, actually he has many, many journals. :)

(Hope you enjoy this and don’t forget to reblog/comment!)

(Also, please send in some asks/requests about my characters, I’m happy to answer them and it’ll give me the motivation necessary to continue posting!)

[ultramegatroutman]

Hans Ofner / Josef Emanuel Margold

[aquasharkpencilmark]

the rats(and mouse) lick their wounds

Wanted to draw the rat pit patching themselves up after a particularly dodgy job that didn’t go so well.

I honestly really enjoy drawing little domestic scenes like this, though I don’t do it enough.

[cloevr]

Photoshop by Colombian designer margold on 12-30-2008, as a contest submission for DesignCrowd Community Contest project 'Hide and Seek 3'

[soraavalon]

DM: So what are you guys looking for? Moriarty: Goblins? DM: They're everywhere. There's a lot of them. *laughs* Moriarty (OOC): We're in the right place. DM: Good first step. Marigold: What sort of arrows do they have? DM: You notice a lot of them are, there are some crossbow bolts, there's just some regular arrows, some look to be very basic, you know. Some look to be a lot nice, there's two really nice leather quivers that are hung up that are full of these really well-made arrows with dark teal fletchings. Marigold: Pretty. DM: Yeah. There's one with a sign that says 'Enchanted' but it's spelled like... Tark (OOC): Like me trying to spell 'enchanted'? DM: [in chat] Nshanted Margold: Oh look Moriarty!. DM: Marigold, you can read this all perfectly. Hunt (OOC): *laughs* Moriarty: N-kaunted? Marigold: They have enchanted. No, it says 'enchanted'. Moriarty: That's not how it's spelled. Arrow Goblin: They're enchanted. DM: This goblin is looking up at you with these huge slightly cracked glasses. Tark (OOC): Oh! New best friend! Bring him home. Love him already. Nathaniel (OOC): [in chat] "you're not Literate" Marigold: What do they do? Arrow Goblin: They hit things really good. Marigold: Ah. How much are they? Arrow Goblin: Uhh... It's 4 gold. DM: And he's kind of giving you this look like 'That seems correct, yes.' Moriarty (OOC): I was about to say it sounds like he's 100% making up these numbers. Hunt (OOC): You can haggle down. Marigold: Would you take... (OOC): What do I have that I actually, I don't want to give up my toe bone. No I'd rather not give up any of my things. I'm a hoarder apparently. (IC): Do you have anything like this but crossbow bolts? Arrow Goblin: I do. DM: And he ducks into his tent, does a little bit of ruffling around, something kind of crashed Arrow Goblin: Gah! DM: And he pops back out with two crossbow bolts clutched in one, kind of grubby, hand. Tark (OOC): I love him, bring him home! DM: And shoves them at you. Marigold: And how much are these? Arrow Goblin: 4 gold. Marigold: "I'm sensing a theme." I'm going to buy these crossbow bolts. I don't care if these are completely nonmagical DM: You have achieved +2 crossbow bolts. They're +2 ammunitions. Hunt (OOC): Wow. Marigold (OOC): Oh shit! Tark (OOC): [in chat] bring them home Arrow Goblin: They killed the boar real good like. Moriarty: A boar? Arrow Goblin: Mm-hmm. Each. 4 gold each. Marigold: Good clarification, thank you.

[nonirh]

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