#nunnaly

[citizenscreen]

Birthday remembrance - Nunnally Johnson, screenwriter/director/producer who won Best Adapted Screenplay Oscar for THE GRAPES OF WRATH (1940) plus over fifty other notable movies. #botd

[minai28]

[married-to-google-translater]

Hiii I was wondering if you could do lelouch x sick s/o I haven't seen many x readers with these headcanons so I thought of this idea! I love reading your blog btw!

Aaaw thank you~ I hope you enjoy this

Lelouch Vi Britannia

That day you didn't come to school and Lelouch was worried.

He wasn't sure if anything really serious had happened to you.

Lelouch was afraid that someone would have found out his identity and would have done something to you.

Leading the resistance would not be a risk-free endeavor.

The school day went really restlessly.

As soon as he could he came to check on you.

He would be really relieved if it was just that you were sick.

Lelouch would take really good care of you.

He would have taken care of Nunnaly so this would not be a stranger.

Lelouch would be a surprisingly good cook.

The most important thing would be for you to be okay.

Lelouch would come after school to take care of you whenever he could.

He would also bring you homework at the same time.

Too bad Lelouch wouldn't be able to give you affection when you're sick.

However, he would be there with you.

When you are better Lelouch would give you the love you deserve <3

[lured-into-wonderland]

What does Nunnaly look for in a lover.?

A lover? Let’s see. I think that Nunnally has mutually excluding expectations for a lover (or for any romantic-leaning relationship she might develop). She’s looking for a man, who will be respectful and accepting for her need for freedom. She had always considered herself 'a bird in a gilded cage', so she is really looking for someone, who would be willing to open this cage for her. Let her fly alone, make her own decisions, and learn from her own mistakes.

But Nunnally has never had a healthy relationship in her life. She doesn’t know what it means to be in one. She has not had a chance to observe it as well. Her parents' marriage was an abusive one. Her father made sure she could not form any meaningful connection, and that he was the only person she could consider close.

So, as a result she misunderstands 'abuse' with 'affection'. One has to earn to be loved. As much as she dreams about unconditional love, she doesn't believe it exists. And she considers someone, who is open and straightforward, as rude and ill-mannered. That is why she tends to ignore red flags (she says she likes red).

Nunnally wants freedom, but she is also afraid of it. She wants to know that the door of the cage will always remain open, and whenever she is in trouble there will be someone else who would deal with the mess she made. She wants a man who will be there for her and only her. A strong one. And powerful enough so that she can continue to have a luxurious life she has.

And as much as Nunnally wants a change, she is not ready for a change, and was made believed she would not survive the change.

So, she needs a man who is manipulative enough to give her the illusion of getting all she wants…

…or a man that is patient enough to let her grow and accept that would be painfully slow process.

@swordduels

[astarab1aze]

❝ one of us will eventually have to have the strength to be honest with ourselves about each other. ❞ for Fuu

Sitting in the twilight of his room at the top of the Nighthouse tower, he never expected to hear from a demon about honesty, leaving aside the fact this demon was Nunnaly, and that they were tied to each other in some fashion by the Fates themselves. Forced into proximity one way or another, kept together by the constraints of Furie's duty as an Oracle, and Nunnaly's chancing upon him; Or was it so simple? Could it ever be so simple? He almost laughed, but he stifled what would've been a garbled, indistinct mess of a sound, turning toward the window and looking out over the Mirewood beyond, dark, mystifying swamp life shivering in the light of the afternoon sun.

What was there to be honest about? His disdain for their shared circumstances? She already knew that well and fine enough. It wasn't as if being stuck, perhaps literally, together was favorable to her in any way - aimlessly meandering through the sermonized trudgery of Mauszan doctrine ought to have been a headache in and of itself to start with, just as attending lavish devil parties both seen and entirely ignored out of spite had been to him. He was grateful they were nothing like vampire parties - glorified orgies, they were, bloody messes always resulting in pointless death in honor of their hideous god. He wouldn't even dare think His unholy name - may He rot in the festering lake for as long as the Fates may reign. All besides the point, however. Furie's personal beef with Sanguinarian cultists and their fell god had no bearing on the here and now. The fact of the matter was, he couldn't fathom this being in any profitable for her!

No one liked sitting in on long, stuffy sermons of any dogmatic tradition; Were it not for the nightfolk cultural obsession with dramatics and dogma itself, they wouldn't either. Even Furie, who had long since his fiancee's death become disillusioned with the church, would not have bothered unlocking the mahogany doors. Or maybe he would have, obligation to guide his every step, divine compulsion to force him into compliance in even the smallest of tasks. Spending time with him was, no doubt, an obnoxious manner of time-wasting, no matter what they might've experienced here and there from time to time. Magic was commonplace, nothing to gawk at whan a canopy of every-moving, ever-changing cosmic bodies moved overhead, violet and starlight shooting across the room in delightfully straightforward displays of the stars above the twilight, the bounds of earth's atmosphere.

He did a fantastic job of distracting himself from the core of her statement, removing himself from it as far as he could manage, gaze following the rush of sighs between the boughs of giant gangrove lilies and brachio freshly budding in the slow churn of time.

"What do you think I have to say to you?" Words tumbling out of his mouth, an opportunity to speak properly and straightforwardly with her - granted by his most horrid of deities. He licked his lips, jaw aching from lack of use, throat burning, all of which he ignored. "What do you think I'm dishonest about?" Words of a snake, perhaps, amusement replaced by unnecessary defense mechanisms. "What are you hoping to gain by picking me apart in the idle time we have together?"

He turned away from the window, lilac gaze burning in the twilight, hot and cold at once - an amalgam of uncertainty and questioning clear within them, yet devoid of all the bite he might've had once before.

"Insight? Affection? Tsk." He sneered, but it didn't settle into the grooves of his expressions, didn't alter the positioning of iridescent scales. False. "If I felt anything for you, how would it benefit you in any meaningful way? Are you hoping to discover a weakness of mine to exploit later, like everyone else?"

[mogai-headcanons]

Lloyd from Code Geass is an autistic aegoaroace sciencegender techgender pomomasculine afluid. Rakshata is a bi transfem punkgirlish venufluid. Cornelia is a winter lesbian futchfluid trans woman. Lelouch is an autistic polarsexual demiattraction omnicurios loveless romantic transmasc xenonull caedoboy with aspd and bpd. Nunnaly is a disabled laimosexual unlabeled aesthetigirl with ptsd and blind. Rolo is autistic gnc transfem demifaeboyflux florihet. Suzaku is an ambiam bi agender man with ptsd

queued! i couldn't find xenonull, but if you lmk where to find it i'll get it added!

[crookedherringcolorclod]

How many pillows and blankets do they sleep with? Asa

(as this is so cute!)

Awww thank you so much Nunnaly for asking this question!

Despite living in the Sakamaki Manor, Asa still sleeps with one pillow and a thin blanket, she's still thinks her bed is too soft and her body gets occasional aches from the years where she would be on the run and fight other people to survive.

Reiji noticed this and had replaced her mattress with a firmer one. Despite all this, Asa still finds comfort in sleeping on hard surfaces, even if it gets her neck in the morning.

P. S: Don’t take her to the chiropractors, they will die of shock at the state of Asa’s body.

[antrauma]

I just hate hate hate hate hate that we keep seeing zero with nunnaly in post-canon tho, like, bitch don't you have any actual work to do for the peace? why are you constantly on wheelchair duty? get an automatic chair or AI autopilot, you didn't even know she was alive when planning zero requiem? get a real job, one random peace ambassador should have no business occupying so much of zero's time

and she was shown asking for it in black albion and pulling him away from his actual duties, so it's not like this is zero's real job either, he just needs to say no to her? the real problem is, if you're not consuming the extra material, gaidens, pamphlets etc. that display rest of his work, and only watching the big fancy animation works, it'll end up looking like all suzaku does is standing around like a mute lug and playing bodyguard to his childhood friend instead of putting himself out there for the sake of the world

but nunnaly is pretty much no one in the grand scale and, frankly, can't do much about anything going on in the narrative of the day, so if the writers want to have an excuse to show her on screen, they'll need to plant her next to zero, which ends up reducing zero's character and looking really insulting to not just suzaku but also to lelouch and their resolution for zero requiem

also like, what the FUCK happened to "nunnaly has the strength to live alone now" like, fuck you, you obviously don't think she does in whatever writer's room you have up there since she constantly needs zero or schneizel hovering behind her when they could've been doing literally anything else as the two busiest people in the world post-ZR except MAYBE kaguya (but hey, we also see kaguya take over the nunnaly babysitting duty here and there)

and arthur was clearly the superior peace ambassador between the two of them, even in his advanced age

and don't even fucking get me started on the universal 100th empress headcanons before the sequel set shit straight, oh god, the sheer idea britannia would be able to stay a monarcy or an empire after all that bullshit alone??? and with what experience, education or insight? even meathead suzaku was more groomed, realistic and compromising for politics by the sheer fact he was able to survive britannia alone? why the fuck would a country in crisis put up with managing a dead-weight head of state on top of all the other hardships they would have to deal with after lelouch's reign?

like, when it comes to smiling for public and saying pretty words and gathering pity, she's good publicity sure? and she does have a back bone and determination, but she'd have no path of showing it when she's essentially an Ideas Man who looks great talking to cameras but leaves everyone else to do the legwork/paperwork with unrealistic unilateral demands even as the governor? like, sure, delegating is important for a ruler, but you still need to have an idea of HOW the things you want done might be done, or if they even can be? so she essentially ends up like charles deciding the national policy and then ditching everything on schneizel? and even charles would've had to handle his own shit when he was younger

and while we as viewers know she had very good reasons to keep her head down and be cautious, she also essentially abandoned her post and responsibilities after tokyo got freija'd as far as it would look like to the people of that world without the context of their family drama and geass, when she should've been at ground zero, providing aid and soothing people's anxieties and giving reassurance or anything at all? so who would be able to trust her with a country? it'd also look really bad to public how she immediately ditched the stage during the million zero debacle and let a knight of round shoulder all decision-making responsibility, even if it was a sensible decision from the viewer's side and for the military since zero already tried to kidnap her once before

the inside joke here is that the real reason suzaku was such a non-entity for much of R2 was probably because he (and rottenmeier) was drowning in the paperwork and management of essentially running area 11 and realizing nunnaly's vision for it. I guess not much changed with that after zero requiem, since nunnaly most definitely isn't the one who's sitting on a negotiation table, talking logistics and exchanging promises with any place she's ambassador-ing to once the cameras stop rolling and the public go home, for the sheer lack of power, authority and inside knowledge to do so this time

...oooh, that's why zero has to follow after her. no wonder the resurrection pamphlets said he was surprisingly excelling in politics, it wasn't actually genbu's blood, he just had no choice but to shape up

all in all tho, I'm really happy with nunnaly's role as a peace ambassador? it plays into her strengths, both obvious or not... she might lack the background to be a shark like her siblings, but she's nowhere near as easy to hoodwinkle and walk over as most might assume, so she can actually achieve a lot from a position of being underestimated, without being bogged down by the details and responsibilities she might not be equipped to handle? she should be perfectly capable of politely fucking over anyone who might try to take advantage of her and walking away smelling like roses

holy shit put nunnaly on spy work, that'd be gold

[criter]

I hope Suzaku and Nunnaly are in the club somewhere. Living it up.

[soulsxng]

❰❰ GAZE ❱❱ for Vanyllo

@lured-into-wonderland | Self-indulgent starters | Accepting!

When her father had demanded Vanyllo's help in searching for Nunnaly, he had of course accepted immediately. Not only was going after her the first thing that he had wanted to do upon hearing that she had run away, but it would give him the chance to covertly get rid of any others that might be sent to retrieve her, as well.

He had steeled himself for this. For when he would see her again. What he would do, what he would say. And yet, when their eyes met, his breath could only catch in his throat. His body frozen as he was temporarily immobilized by the way his heart hammered in his chest whenever he looked at Nunnaly.

It felt like a long while passed before he snapped out of it. Maybe it was. All he knew was that once he did, he was rushing to her side. Hands gripping her shoulders gently as he looked her over to make sure she was alright.

"There you are. I've been looking everywhere-- do you have any idea how badly you..." Nyl trails off, suddenly aware that, even though the area was quiet, that they were still in public. He releases her shoulders in favor of wrapping an arm around her and pulling her close, as if to shield her from the view of anyone that might be watching. "Where are you staying now? I...we need to talk. Somewhere that nobody can eavesdrop on us."

[citizenscreen]

Screenwriter/director Nunnally Johnson (December 5, 1897 – March 25, 1977)

[the-frozen-pheonix]

Was it truly there? Nunnally could not believe it. It was just an ordinary hut in the middle of something she would consider nowhere. Would a person her father called 'exceptional' choose a place like that for himself? For his studies? Or perhaps she was wrong. Misled? And the enemy would soon appear to end her life and her dreams? And the hope of the empire? She looked at the members of her small escort, but their faces showed as much surprise as her own. Perhaps even waiting for her reassurance?

Nunnally nodded. She was a princess... No! She was the Queen and she needed to try. Even if that was a trap. She walked towards the hut, knocked on the door and entered. Well, it did not seem like a trap. It smelled with herbs and magic for her. It felt cosy and safe…?

“Hello…” – she said softly – “Hello…is anyone home?” – she repeated. For a short moment she thought that no-one was there, but then she noticed a silhouette.

“Hello…Are you Freeze? The great mage? I travelled from far away to meet with him. If you're not him, perhaps you know where to find him.” – she hoped she’d recognize Freeze if she saw him. They met a few times, but that was a long time ago. She was more of a child then. But she needed to try. To know. And yet, she hoped he’d not recognize her. Before she was sure that he could be trusted. But she doubted anyone would recognize a royal princess in her right now. At least not anyone who was not close to her father.   

Bare wood floor with nothing truly of note about it was not so easy to see. While the hut was cozy and indeed gave a sense of safety, one could describe the scene before them as unorthodox. The silhouette in a mist or a steam was that of a robed figure. Obviously it'd not been disturbed by the knocking and entrance into the shack, but soon as the name Freeze had been spoken, the figure had made a sudden move-as if to give attention to the speaker. Loud shattering crack sounds came from the figure, that had not been heard outside. A supernatural grunt came, then another-accompanied by a gust of warm and cool mist and steam. As if a giant clearing its voice-the room was loud one last time with a powerful gust of air. That blew much out of the room-herbs, foods, and even a weak member or two of her escort were all susceptible to being blown out the shack door.

Silence and soft ringing were all left for the ears before the sound was broken by a voice that would be familiar to Nunnaly. "If you seek a great mage, then I offer no assistance." Standing there was a tall blonde man in blue robes, with snowy complexion, and a kind face. "If you seek Freeze, you have found him." He smiled with a lighthearted expression. From the middle of the shack, a round table large enough to seat the Queen and her escort sprouted as if a plant growing-with lounge-like seating to match. "Sit, be comforted from your travels. Regale me with your reason for finding me, and what turmoil you've bested in your quest to do so."

His form and robes contorted to a sitting position, though he himself was now floating above the ground, on a slow course to float at the center of the table. About the room other items floated forth as well. A sliver of sugar from a table at the edge of a room. A hand=size goat from what seemed to be a miniature farm-stead. Mugs of varyign types-a small cauldron, and a ladle to serve with. Small, pillow shaped white puffs. "I've heated chocolate prepared just for travelers as yourself. Indulge all you please. I only enjoy sugar and milk." He commented before focusing on the Queen-assuming she would be the one to speak. It was clear he did not recognize Nunnaly. He was nice enough, seeing as he thought the group strangers though.

[magimerlyn]

I agree that Suzaku couldn't be the kind of leader Lelouch was, if he took Lelouch's place the Black Knights plot would be more like a standard shojou. He also wouldn't hide his identity from his team. Maybe he's angry that after everything that summer, even after he killed his father, nothing got better. And if he was taken in by Kirihara or the Sumeragis after the war, he might have developed the kind of hatred for Brittania that he would need to lead a terrorist cell. Again, very standard shojou story.

I do, however, think there's a possibility for Lelouch, but i don't think he'd take Suzaku's place. Instead I think he'd be like Cornelia, and his side of the story would be him plotting to become emperor. His public persona would probably be a lot like Julius Kingsley, but when he's alone with Nunnaly or Euphie he'd be more like Lelouch Lamprouge. Nunnaly would probably be the only thing keeping him with Brittania, and giving him hope that there's the possibility of something good in the system, he just has to take control of it and bring that good to the surface.

The first geasstober prompt is roleswap and... I honestly do not think Suzaku could do Lelouch's role or vice versa.

Part of the magic of Code geass is that its protagonist and deuteragonist are the complete antithesis of one another. Suzaku couldn't be Zero the rebel because he would be unable to sacrifice his own people's lives in pursuit of his cause (nor is he smart enough to think around Cornelia or Schneizel), and Lelouch would be unable to fight his way up from the inside because he's far too opinionated and principled to swallow his tongue and commit war crimes in the name of gaining influence and prestige.

[lured-into-wonderland]

Continued from [x] with @hehosts

What an odd use of words! "Watch you." "Lead you." "Get you fed." As if he was more of her guard and not her guide…? Nunnally was surprised and stood there for a few moments, a bit dumbfounded, letting the rain fall on her despite being given an umbrella just a few moments ago. It took her a few moments to realize he was probably waiting for her to say something: --

“Oh, no! I could not use it seeing you’re getting all wet.” – she said trying to cover him…or them both but failing due to the height difference – “But you’ll have to carry this umbrella for us.” – a faint pink crept onto her cheeks; it would bring them close, but it was not a totally unwelcomed thought – “Yes,…I guess…I am…” – she slightly titled her head – “So, where would you lead me?” – she mirrored his words, but felt these words did not fit the purpose – “I mean what do you feel like having? What would you like to eat?’

Nunnaly knew she perhaps should not ask, but she just could not resist: --

“And who are you going to watch me from? Am I in any danger?” – she laughed; of course she was not – “Oh, I have not introduced myself, although you probably were told I am Nunnally. And to whom do I owe the pleasure? I was just given your description...though it did not depict you...properly...I guess”

[astarab1aze]

"Nunnaly- While I still have my voice, come with me to town. I need to go to the Flytrap for supplies and to fill the kitchen cupboards with enough food for the week - it would be much easier if I had your help." Too busy to care much that he was making a very plain demand, the hints of a challenge in his tone - he wasn't interested in taking no for an answer; He did, however, suppose he ought to incentivize her. "Perhaps I can buy you something, in trade for your time."

Iridescent scales caught the twinkling starlight hanging above them in the staircase, reflecting and refracting shades of violet, blue, and orange. He stepped past her, starry robe fluttering around him as he went, following the marble steps down, down, down into the central chamber of the Nighthouse, through the great hall, and straight out of the door. Pausing on the front steps if only to wait for her to come after him, idly pulling his hood over his head to keep the sun from burning his skin.

He thought about what she might want - if she wanted something edible from the store, or perhaps a new book, some alchemical ingrediants, or her own nightfolk-made grimoire (expensive that, but perhaps--). Many things to choose from, though he hoped she might've taken the frugal route and picked a bag of Simone's witchfingers or cottonmouth cakes. They'd cross that bridge when they got there, something to revisit once they got to the market.

@lured-into-wonderland

[code-geass-textposts]

nunnally: do you have the time?

lelouch: for you, nunnally? nunnally, are you joking? are you making fun of me? i always have time for you. my time is precious but you are even more so. nunnally, you are a shining pearl in a sea of mediocrity. i would do anything for you.

nunnally:

nunnally: i meant... do you know what time it is...

lelouch: oh like 4:30pm i think