#regnum

[creepingwonders]

Are we allowed to make nightmare wolves?

Yes, just like the previous anon asked, you're allowed to make regnum ocs, even nightmare wolves!

[dreamconsumer]

George of Poděbrady by Alphonse Mucha.

[roehenstart]

The Sacrifice of Sibylla of Jerusalem. By Felix Auvray.

In mid-spring 1177, poorly acclimatised to Palestine and with little immunity to its infections, William Longsword contracted an illness. For two months, the count fought against the disease, but finally succumbed in Ascalon in June 1177.

[shining-scion]

Happy birthday, cockroach game.

[twilightichor]

Pouring rain falls like a balm to soothe raging flames that will never die. Labored breaths return to normalcy as Twilight straightens himself to look over his head, his palm open to watch sapphire drops fall atop the onyx leather that covers his hand. ◜...◞ Astral gaze falls upon the snow-haired man thereafter, narrowing in quiescent acknowledgement. It's been a while since Dáinsleif had realized the nature of this man —or as he would rather say, superior being— ever since the beginning when they joined forces to purify the Weeping Willow in Fontaine. Now, after a voyage to Ochkanatlan and what Natlanese would say the end of the world where they were caught by an unpleasant surprise, it's all the more clearer. ◜You did what must be done.◞ Not necessarily to Natlan— but to him. The suffering soul caged within the abyssal shell that had fallen before them.

✧ @seraphicus liked for a mini-starter!

[reginrokkr]

✧ @selenorites asked: Dain kisses Luna so softly it almost doesn’t feel real. “…I’ve wanted to do that since forever.”

Long ago has it been since Dáinsleif has given up on love, or so he thought. Contrary to what many would think were he verbalize this openly, it is not out of a bad experience from which he has not healed yet or if he did, that it touched him forevermore in such way that he doesn't want to subject himself to it. Nor it is not because from some ill belief in love either as a result of bad experiences that did not exist to begin with or because of however his character is. In fact, to this day, he is struck with longing which then morphs into melancholia in few moments when he is witness of the love shared betwixt other couples.

Unlike his peers whom have long since forsaken attributes that makes them human like love, believing themselves to be above it, he is not immune to the yearning of the warmth of a gentle hand in his. Of an embrace to share a sad or happy moment. Of lips dancing with his own for minutes that feel like hours. Of tender touches that lead to gentle love-making. No— to the positive surprise of some or the disappointment of others, he is not above these.

Alas, these acts pale in comparison to a bigger desire yet that was never fulfilled: intimacy. Physical intimacy is soothing and gratifying in more ways than one, but it all ends in the superfluous surface of the waters at best. That which he found out with time that he lacked all along is the growing necessity to speak up his mind unbound by the shackles of the societal context they live in, muted and frozen with the passage of time out of reluctant resignation. To be the safe haven of another who can do the same. To connect sentimentally and spiritually with. To not be ashamed when moments of vulnerability rear their ugly head neither him or his partner.

When he believed he has given up on love, then she came to bring light to his dark night.

Like the moon that no longer hangs in the abyssal sky, she showed him the way to a path he did not consider once to be necessary. One of self-acceptance, of ceasing to look up to others above himself when he, too, shines with a light he's still in disbelief he has —he has been doing better on believing more in himself, he truly has—. Amidst that way, he took notice of the selfless care she poured on him. It was unsolicited, but much eye-opening and needed when thinking about it in hindsight. Lunafreya shared her pale light with him, but just as the moon reflects the light it absorbs from the sun in essence, so, too, she was in need of light. A light that emerged from the humble mote of light he began to believe himself to be in times of need of serious reflection, of finding herself in moments of doubt, of seeking answers to understand her place in this world. A light that, to his own surprise, was more than enough to her.

Upon realizing that he's found in her what he used to long in the yesteryear, he did not pursue her love. Instead, gathering a habit that should've been discarded long ago and in direct opposition with the foundational belief of this kingdom, he became more than her knight— he became her silent devout. Dáinsleif was happy of standing in this position, looking for her closely, being her guide when she needed one. Until one night, that contentedness has begotten something else, fuelled further still with a courage he didn't think he would dare act upon.

Moments of silence are sometimes regarded as moments to be avoided, as they may breed discomfort and awkwardness. It was never so between them, rather finding comfort in it and their mutual company when there is naught to say at that time. Cornflower eyes are locked to the eclipse that now reigns supreme the Khaenri'ahn skies, her semblance neither betraying any thought or sentiment she might feel. Sometimes, when she does that, he wonders if she seeks to find answers that only the moon would give her. Under the dim light that now illuminates the slumbering kingdom and whatever little light reaches from behind them, he marvels in her beauty, star-shaped pupils quivering within sapphire depths.

It is when she looks at him out of the corner of her eye and realizes that he's been staring all along that his heart skips a beat at the mesmerizing sight before him. Surprise melted into happiness, as if she herself is revelling at the notion that he was looking at him. The rosy glow on her pale cheeks and the smile sat upon her soft-looking lips make his own eyes soften in an indescribable look. At that moment, for reasons he didn't stop once to consider, she ceased to be the oracle, the saintess he devoted himself to from strict quiescence. At that moment, he knew: he belongs to her.

Driven by a kindled sentiment does he step forward, eyes unable to peel off from her to engrave that smile in his mind. He wants to protect it. Onyx-gloved hands reach out to cradle her face as delicate as he can get, —for he is just a warrior, after all— and, before confusion has an opportunity to cast its shadow, he allows himself to cave in that which his heart wished to fill in, to dispel the longing that has made home within him for many years. Thus he emboldens himself to lean his face closer still, dares to close his eyes until even more audaciously still, he kisses her. It is just a simple press of lips, lacking in ulterior intentions that aren't that of allowing himself to feel once more, to act upon his own desires as she had always encouraged him to do despite his fruitless denial that he has none.

His forehead presses against hers when the gentle kiss concludes, thumb tracing gently her cheekbone with newfound tenderness he had forgotten that existed in him. And ultimately does a confession slip past his lips, from a man who would sooner bite and swallow it before admitting it aloud not out of sense of pride, but of self-sabotaging thoughts of how worthy he is of her (were she know about this, he would get a scolding, he knows).

◜…I’ve wanted to do that since forever.◞

[the-twilight-sword]

just an idle thought, but it's possible pierrot is the cryo dragon. it's confirmed he's not a seat. and he's got the pointy ears that neuvillette has

[prototypetstrain]

Ridiculous.

He found himself miles, perhaps lightyears away from the world he was mere years away from shaping into something perfect. Somehow, he found himself in a world perhaps even more inherently flawed. He wasn't sure how that was even possible.

Left with more questions than answers, his eyes narrow, searching for someone to wring answers out of. He'd prefer someone with a weak mind. They always had a tendency to talk, hoping their empty words would hide the gaping void in their frontal lobe. Yes, even those people had their uses.

[lunaeregnum]

[mania-manie]

some hair and skin studies I've wanted to do for ages

ANYWAY Imma fuck off to a Spamanothon

[creepingwonders]

Will you be posting the regnum in places other than DA? I recently deleted my account and I've been wanting to read it again!

Once I actually start making the comic, i'll be making a tumblr blog and posting it on there! Regnum recently has been in developed, I am slowly trying to rework the story, but I'll give updates on it when I can!

[dreamconsumer]

Louis the German (806/10-876). Illustration from "Die Deutschen Kaiser" by Max Barack (Julius Hoffmann, Stuttgart, c.1873).

[roehenstart]

Ottokar II of Bohemia (1233-1278) by Adolf Liebscher.

[shining-scion]

Debunked history

[twilightichor]

Dáinsleif has never been one to let his knights do everything on their own, from doing simple tasks of guardianship within the kingdom's borders and recurrent training all of them are expected to perform in a regular basis down to being on the frontlines against the forces of the Abyss. As the captain of the Black Serpent Knights, he's expected to take more administrative duties personal affairs when someone from high social spheres require his presence in certain events as the maximum exponent within the royal guards.

Everyone agrees on the fact that he does more than he's expected, and he takes these susurrations with pride. For in his mind, nothing is too little or too much in the face of the undying struggle Khaenri'ah is bound to face against the Abyss.

Its increase of activity sufficed to make Twilight Sword suspicious that something is amiss, their efforts to keep it at bay from the populace nigh existent when so many outbreaks have been occurring in a brief time. Thunders roar in the distance to demand everyone's attention like a king marching in the middle of his people would, what would be otherwise harmless zephyrs now howling winds bringing the pestilence and illness of the Abyss. And an even more intimate sentience of his own warns him of a disturbance within the Ley Lines that permeate even these parts of this world in all their mercy.

Reason why he has made it a personal mission to oversee his knights' training for the past weeks in person, causing an uprise in their motivation to come more often than it's demanded of them in order to keep their position. The strict requirements are far from an unfair method to weed out from their numbers with unreachable expectations despite what some of them may believe. In reality, and the main reason why Dáinsleif is there is for the sole motif of perceiving those who aren't cut out from being on the frontlines against the Abyss as a result of any indisposition they may have as a result of its heightened influence.

Surely, Khaenri'ah counts with advanced medicine to palliate most of the signs and symptoms may bring as a means to combat the impeding corruption that people may experience if not treated properly or due to extended periods of time within abyssal clutches. But even so... as of lately, the lunarescent knight had felt a feeling of unrest hard to shake off that makes him doubt how genuine is the will to hold themselves far from the chaotic influence and not do the exact opposite.

◜I believe that many of you have been wondering why I'm spending more time overseeing your training regime than what's believed to be necessary.◞ As he wouldn't have it any other way, the necessity to be sincere with his knights has come. Strong arms cross over his chest as glacial sapphires look at each of them with an air of solemnity, the corners of his eyes soften minutely. ◜It is a reality that the Abyss has become more vicious lately, and with there has been a rise of illnesses that we cannot afford to ignore. For that reason, I took it a personal mission to study all your medical condition and how you fare under harsher extremes. Those who cannot be up to the challenge will no longer fight on the frontlines.◞ For everyone knows that the Abyss forgives no one.

His arms fall by his sides as he walks to one side, stellar gaze fixed on the unknown beyond the smoke of darkness. ◜Know that this is no punishment nor your title as Black Serpent Knights will be lost. It's merely for the sake of not risking the safety of those of you who needn't struggle more than the others, no matter your origins. In our endless fight against the Abyss, victory belongs to both the weak and the strong.◞ And it's precisely because they are the strongest within the army that they have to defend the weak, even if they're currently standing against them. Ultimately, Dáinsleif lifts his closed hand to the spot over his heart, the Black Serpent Knight salute. ◜May glory be with us.◞

The other knights' reciprocated salute marks the conclusion of the Twilight Sword's speech, punctuated by his leave from everyone else's spotlight. Nevertheless, he lingers in the usual spot from where he oversees his men's training until the end of today's course to be at the service of anyone who desires to ask him any questions or may need help.

@guhamun ✧

[reginrokkr]

As a kingdom that converges with other civilizations, it isn't unknown that Khaenri'ah has a plethora of festivities local and imported from the homelands of those whom have come here. Nevertheless, there is one that is most anticipated than the rest by everyone, native to this country or otherwise and connected with two special weeks that graces this dark nation with their purity and light: the inteyvats in bloom. Dáinsleif's gloved hand rises slightly to cup gently one of the motes of light that emerge from the flowers as they open they petals one by one, as if to greet the only ocean that they know, the starry sky. ◜Did you know? Inteyvats are said to be a symbol for a wanderer far from home, signifying the tenderness of the homeland.◞ The corners of his lips lift in a gentle smile as sapphire irises seek cyan ones. ◜It makes even more sense when we come back home after a significant struggle on the frontlines, only to be greeted with this magnificent sight. Wouldn't you agree?◞

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