#royal punch commission

[ghostibus]

Been a while since I posted, I got to finish this commission for @waezi2 very lovely characters from Royal Punch ^^ had fun designing them

[okkennymay]

Commission for @waezi2

Oh Connie and Atsidas~ I never stop loving these two, you may have seen them a couple times before UvO

Man, a worked up water mage is just awful to have around drinks i gotta say, someones gonna have to clean those spills

[wummbo]

Commission for @waezi2 of his original characters Clarabelle (Minotaur) and Burgess (Goblin) from his novel “Royal Punch”. It’s a really interesting story and 10/10 recommend checking out his page for more

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[into-the-hellaverse]

Lucifer's Bad Month

The next installment in what I'm calling The Bad Day series! TW for medical/drug related peer pressure, basically.

If you want fic tailored to you, please consider commissioning me! Visit @asmerlotus for more info.

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The hotel felt different without Adam there. The air felt thick and heavy, but light and hollow at the same time. The silence was too loud, and the noise was too quiet. Everyone seemed uncomfortable with the shift in atmosphere. Charlie even turned away Sinners who wanted to be redeemed, saying it "wasn't a good time right now." It was just...different without him there...

Lucifer usually stayed curled up in his bed, covered in blankets and stalking Adam's Sinstagram page. He scrolled through happy date pics, beautiful exorbitant gifts that Mammon had gifted him, short videos of his music and shredding his guitar, and promotions for his concerts in the Greed Ring. He really wished he could go...

Lucifer was broken from his trance of cyber stalking when he heard a knock on the door.

"Dad?" Charlie called out. "Auntie Belle is here to see you."

Lucifer groaned and curled up deeper in his blanket prison. "I don't wanna see anyone! Go away!"

"C'mooooooon, Luciiiiiiiii..." Belphegor said in her soft, drawn out tone.

"Dad, she said it was important."

Lucifer groaned again and poked his head out. "Let her in..." He heard a small click and the gentle tapping of slippers on his hardwood floors. The soft bed dipped slightly and he looked over at the lavender sheep with her typical sleepy haze.

"Heeeeey, Luciiii. How ya feelin'?"

Lucifer yawned softly. "Hey, Belle. I've...been better."

"Whass goin' on?"

Lucifer sighed and sat up. "Just some relationship trouble. Nothing really...important."

"Ok... Ya know we have that meeting today, riii..." She trailed off and yawned softly, covering her mouth slightly.

Lucifer yawned as well, wiping his eyes. "Damn it! I completely forgot."

"Isss ok. Jus' get ready and I'll meet ya downstairs, kay kay?"

"Yeah..." Lucifer watched her leave and he got out of bed, getting changed into a simple suit before heading down and following her to the conference room.

He was expecting it to go normally, maybe just trying to ignore Mammon a little more, but as soon as he walked into the meeting room....

"What the hell is he doing here?!" Lucifer yelled, pointing at Adam seated in Mammon's lap.

Everyone whipped their heads around to the King of Hell, then back to Adam and Mammon.

"He's his..." Beelzebub started to say. "What the fuck are you again?"

"Royal advisor," Adam said. "I keep him from making stupid decisions."

"Right! Yeah. He's the smart guy." Bee smiled and nodded, looking back at Lucifer, hoping that would satisfy him.

"Seems like you need one of those, Bee," Satan teased.

"Oh, shove it up your ass!" She pulled a cup of yogurt at him, watching it bounce off his buff shoulder and bust open when it hit the ground.

The room erupted in quiet giggles, while Lucifer practically glared at Adam and Mammon. Why the fuck was he here, taunting him with his mere presence? He had that stupid fucking grin, thinking he was better than Lucifer for worming his way into his sacred ground, and that stupid goddamn crystal on an even more elaborate chain. It looked like golden fucking lace!

"Ya good, Luci?" Belphegor asked, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder.

"I'm fine." He ripped his shoulder away and went to his place at the head of the table. "Let's get this over with..."

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It wasn't easy seeing him at the meetings. Every week for the last month or so, he'd go in and see Adam all dolled up, pampered not only by Mammon but the other Sins as well. The meetings dragged on longer and longer, and he had to suffer longer and longer as Adam was just out of his reach. He had to figure out how to get him back.

But any attempt fell short. Mammon would glare at him. Adam would tell him to fuck off, or punch him in the face. Even when he tried to apologize for what happened before. It never worked. Lucifer dreaded the meetings now, doing everything to end them quickly or avoid them altogether, but it was no use. He felt hollow on the inside and heavy on the outside. It felt familiar, somehow comforting, and unwelcome at the same time.

At that week's meeting, you could tell something was wrong with Lucifer. He sounded dead and tired, he looked like he hadn't gotten enough sleep, and his normally tight clothes seemed a little loose. Belle pulled him aside after the meeting, once everyone had left. "Luciiii, whass wrong?"

"I... I'm fine, Belle." He pushed her arm away and tried to leave.

"I knoow you're not ok, Luci..." Belphegor said, pulling out something from her bag. "Why don' ya try taking these?" She handed him a small pink bottle of medicine.

Lucifer glared and shoved it away, trying to hold back tears. "I'm not taking those pills again. They made me practically insane."

"Luciiii...." Belle sighed. "You 'member last time, right? How ya felt when Lily left?"

Lucifer looked away, furrowing his brow softly. He hated thinking about it, but the pain was still fresh in his mind. "I felt...broken..."

"And how didya feel before ya went off your meds?" She asked softly.

"I felt..." Tears began to fall. "Good..."

"What didya say it felt like?" Belle pushed on.

"It felt like... Like I was back in Heaven..." Tears fell harder, as he thought back on that time. "It felt like I was a seraphim again..."

"And...?"

"I'd do anything to feel like that again..." He said softly.

"And how do ya feel now?"

"Broken..." Waterfalls fell silently from his eyes as he looked up at Belphegor. "Fix me... Please..."

She nodded and pulled out some bottles. "How many didya take last time?"

"I think I was...up to six a dose? One dose in the morning, one at noon, and one at night..."

"Alright. This formula is a little different, so I want you to start with five. Take this one in the morning and at noon, and take this one at night." She handed him a lavender bottle with a sun on it, and one dark purple bottle with a moon on it. "This one has caffeine added, and this one has melatonin. Come see me next week to get you an official prescription, kay kay?"

"Kay kay..." Lucifer stared at the bottles while Belle walked away, leaving him alone in the meeting room.

He shouldn't. He knew he shouldn't. He knew what he was like last time, how everyone said he was a completely different person.

He wouldn't be the same.

But it made him feel good for once.

He would go insane...

But before that....he would feel happy.

This was a death sentence...

But before he died, he would feel ok again...

...

......

.........

He opened the lavender bottle and took his pills.

[siderealscribblings]

Goin back to back this weekend; have some early access Games of Divinity

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By the time Makoto touched down in the merchant district, he was reasonably sure he had shaken Furina’s gardes and any nosy Tri-Commission officers that were looking for him. He didn’t care to be fussed over by would-be babysitters and he didn’t want to involve Miko unless he absolutely had to. Makoto held grudges like misers held money, and the one against Miko he held close to his heart.  

Touching down in an alleyway, Makoto vaulted a row of boxes and slipped into the bustling crowd. The streets were packed with vendors selling everything from hand-cut cor lapis jewelry to fried dough balls from Mondstadt. Dialects from all corners of the world floated above music playing from cafes and street performers drew small crowds that made navigating the streets difficult. It was easy to get lost in the crowd by tugging his hat down and following a pack of mercenaries from Sumeru. Makoto’s contact didn’t give him an address but he didn’t need one; he just strained his ears listening for a familiar melody. Every bard worth their salt would be performing this weekend; he just needed to listen until found the one he was looking for. 

“A foreign prince wandering alone in a mysterious country…that sounds like the start of a good story.”

A warm wind jostled Makoto’s earrings and he turned to meet a slender young man dressed in dandelion green and sipping on a frozen drink through a straw. 

“Or a bad light novel,” Makoto said, watching Venti lick some of the blue syrup off his hand. “What the hell is that and where did you get it?” 

“It’s a firewine slush; snagged it from one of the merchants down the road,” Venti replied, taking a long drag through the straw with a wince. “Ahh, coldcoldcold!” 

“Every day I wake up and regret accepting your patronage,” Makoto sighed, accepting an arm around his shoulder with only mild squirming.

People touching him was new and unusual, but Barbatos had no concept of personal space and hadn’t since Makoto had first made the god’s acquaintance behind a stack of wine barrels in Ritou. Living his life in a golden cage made it hard to make actual friends and he had to take companionship where he could get it. At least Venti didn’t kiss his ass like his courtiers did; it was actually refreshing to have someone unafraid to call Makoto an idiot to his face. 

“Come on, we all know I’m the best thing that happened to you, chickadee,” Venti said, flicking the Anemo Vision dangling from Makoto’s necklace. “You get here okay?”

“Well enough; I landed on Focalors’ palace and got an earful from her,” Makoto snickered. 

“Oh, you met Her Royal Sogginess already?” Venti said, swinging in front of Makoto and walking backwards so they could talk. “How did you find her?” 

“...short.” 

“You’re one to talk.” 

“You’re one to talk about me talking,” Makoto sniffed. “What are you doing out here; you told me to find you playing in a tavern.” 

“I was…andthentheythrewmeout,” Venti muttered, busying his mouth with more alcohol. 

“For what?” 

“Upstaging the other talent, I imagine,” Venti sighed airily. “The music of gods is not easily appreciated by mortals who only want hurdy-gurdy dance music about women with fat bottoms-” 

“You need to stop drinking,” Makoto said, snatching the nearly empty mug away from Venti and taking a sniff. “Yech, this smells like a blueberry pissed in a jar of rubbing alcohol.” 

“Tastes like it too,” Venti burped. “Still the only thing in this city with any punch to it…where’s Miko?”

“Fraternizing with Focalors I guess,” Makoto shrugged. “How the hell should I know?” 

“I said bring her,” Venti sighed. 

“I’m not her bloody babysitter,”  Makoto sneered. “After two weeks on a boat, I need a break from Guuji Yae’s wit…or what passes for it.” 

“I thought I told you this was serious?” Venti said, as seriously as someone with blue slushee lips could. 

“If it’s so serious, why are you drunk?” 

“Because it’s serious!” Venti hissed, grabbing Makoto’s elbow and dragging him down a side-street away from the bustling crowds. “Look, in all likelihood, everything is going to be sunshine and kittens; cold wars are cold because nobody wants them to get hot. We just need to make a few sparks, swing our metaphorical spears around—literal spears in Morax’s case—and hope everything stabilizes before the party ends!” 

“...and if it doesn’t?” Makoto asked. 

“To be honest…I haven’t thought that far ahead; I got to the call-Morax part of the plan and hopefully he will help me out with the next part,” Venti said brightly. “Relax; all you need to do is look pretty and try not to make too many enemies at the punch table.” 

“I can promise to do neither,” Makoto grumbled. “When is that old snake supposed to get here?” 

“Who are you referring to as a snake?” Makoto looked up, spying a slender figure with green hair perched on the ledge of a rooftop. 

“None of your concern,” Makoto sighed, shooing the stranger away and receiving a cold glare in return. “We’re in the middle of something; kindly find some other rooftop to haunt before I-” 

“Hang on, I know that voice!” Venti cried, snatching Makoto’s hat and using it to shield his eyes from the sun. “...hey, it is Xiao! What’s it been, twenty-five years since I last saw you?” 

“Twenty seven,” Xiao replied, hopping off the roof and landing light as a feather next to Venti. “Morax made no mention of your invitation to this gala…what are you doing here?” 

“Getting drunk,” Venti and Makoto replied at the same time. 

“That was a given,” Xiao sighed, looking Makoto up and down. “Who is this?” 

“Someone you should speak to with a little more respect,” Makoto said.

“Should I?” Xiao replied icily. 

“Heyyyyy let me introduce you guys!” Venti said, stepping between them before they could violently introduce themselves. “Makoto, Xiao; Xiao, Makoto. There, we’re all friends now.

“Are we?” Makoto asked. 

“You guys are both beloved and cherished Chosen of Anemo, so that practically makes us family!” Venti said, throwing his arms around both of their necks. “Where’s your man, Xiao?” 

“My…oh.” Xiao rolled his eyes. “Morax elected not to attend this gala to avoid ruffling the Hydro Sovereign's feathers…which I find remarkably considerate given that the last time he was here he was rudely assaulted by Neuvillette for no reason.” 

“The Hydro Sovereign?” Makoto echoed. “You told me he was a dragon, you didn’t tell me he was a Sovereign. Don’t tell me that fairy tale from Enkonomiya has any legitimate weight.” 

“It’s got more than weight; it has a big, scary dragon like all good fairy tales do,” Venti chuckled. “Speaking of dragons, I figured since Xiao was here, Morax would be as well but I haven’t seen scale or tail of that old sidewinder since I got here.” 

“Maybe he’s not coming; Miko said she spoke to someone from the Qixing before getting back on the boat, but for all I know she just moped around the bars until it was time to leave again,” Makoto shrugged.

“Wait, wait, are you telling me Morax might not have gotten my message?!” Venti hissed, grabbing Makoto’s lapels. 

“If you were that worried, you should have crawled out from a wine bottle and asked him yourself!” Makoto said, slapping Venti’s hands away. 

“Well why did you leave it up to Miko?! You should have gone yourself!” Venti snapped, poking Makoto in the chest. 

“Hi Qixing, it’s me, the son of the Raiden Shogun who nobody has heard about; please believe me and take me to your god!” Makoto sneered. “Miko is the only one of us with any goddamn clout!” 

“So you made her do your dirty work?!” 

“You’re making me do your dirty work; how is that any different?!” 

“Because you are my strongest-” Venti glanced at Xiao. “Second strongest soldier!” 

“Second strongest?!” 

“You’ve only had your Vision for ten years!” 

“I’ll show you second strongest you little-” 

“Oof, let go!” Xiao had witnessed many battles in his life, but the feeble struggle between two skinny little dandies was far and away the most pathetic fight he had ever seen. 

Lo and behold the Anemo Archon, Xiao thought, watching Venti fail to escape Makoto’s headlock. Thank Celestia Morax behaves with a little more dignity…I can’t imagine pledging myself to someone like-

“Psst, what’s going on?” 

“Barbatos and his new pet project are in the middle of-” Xiao flinched as he suddenly recognized the voice, whipping around to come face-to-face with a pair of glowing red eyes. “Wh-What are you doing here?” 

“Aiya, you ghost us for six months and that’s the first thing out of your mouth when you see me again?” Hu Tao sighed. “You might want to brush up on your manners before you meet Lady Furina; they’re touchy about manners in this country.” 

“Hey, is that Unbound Flame?” Venti’s voice was muffled by the cape Makoto had pulled over his head but a quick elbow to his gut freed him long enough to right his outfit. 

“It’s Hu Tao these days,” Hu Tao said. 

“Since when?” Venti asked. 

“Since the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor’s last director died and his ‘granddaughter�� took over the family business,” Hu Tao said cheerfully. “It pays to have mortals who will give you a cover story every once and a while. You still go by Venti?” 

“Why mess with a classic?” Venti chuckled. “On the subject of names, the oaf in the straw hat is-” 

“Makoto,” Makoto said, adjusting his hat with as much dignity as he could. “Let me guess, this lady is another random spirit from Liyue?” 

“Mmhmm!” Hu Tao said, eyes flickering as she leaned uncomfortably close and cocked her head. “And what does that make you? Not a god…not a person…not a spirit…and not an animal, unless you’re hiding a tail under that coat-” 

“A-Animal?”

“Nothing to be ashamed of; I was a butterfly before I learned to grow a body,” Hu Tao remarked, rubbing her chin thoughtfully. “You with Miko’s crew?” 

“She is with my crew, not the other way around!” Makoto insisted. “I have higher rank than she does; she’s just along to-” 

“Uh-huh, you’re very special,” Venti said, patting Makoto on the cheek absentmindedly. “Where’s your man, butterfly?” 

“Looking for you, songbird,” Hu Tao sighed, flicking a ring on her thumb inlaid with glowing golden stone. The ring pulsed, a wave of golden light rippling out and pinging off a heavy gold stone hanging off Xiao’s waist before spreading out and into the crowd.  “You are the biggest pain in the butt to get a hold of.” 

“You came here with Morax?” Xiao interjected. “He made me swear on his name to not start trouble in Fontaine; his presence here makes it very difficult to keep that promise.” 

“We’re not the ones starting trouble,” Hu Tao sighed. “Look, we have reason to believe that-” 

“Shhhh!” Venti hissed, pulling Hu Tao deeper into the alleyway and nervously glancing around the street. “Don’t blow our cover…look, I would have told Morax about this last month so he could change his travel plans. But I got caught and had to lie low for a while. The fact that I made it here without my braids getting torn off is a small miracle, but-” 

Venti grabbed Xiao’s lapel, dragging him in and hissing something in his ear before he could be pushed off. 

“...what?” Xiao said flatly. “You’re sure?” 

“Nope…but I hope to be very soon,” Venti said. “And if I am sure, I hope to have someone taller and much stronger than me by my side to help prevent it. I would have liked the Shogun to be here as well, but-” 

“=you will have to make due with me.” Makoto glanced behind him, craning his neck up at a tall, immaculately dressed young man who somehow felt older than the stones beneath his feet. Venti was an Archon; Makoto had been birthed from an Archon’s power. Yet this man was different from both of them; even the air that Makoto had become attuned to seemed heavier in his presence and he carried himself like someone who had seen and slain worse things than Makoto could even imagine. 

The magnitude of Morax in the flesh was somehow diminished by the tower of doughnuts he carried around on a large wooden stick. 

“You’re here?” Xiao said, stumbling forward and moving to bow until Zhongli caught him under one arm. “I-I thought you were staying home.” 

“Apologies for the sudden change of plans but someone said this was urgent,” Zhongli said, eyes turning to Venti. “Barbatos.” 

“Morax,” Venti said, glancing at the tower of doughnuts Zhongli carried with him.“Have you been looking for doughnuts this whole time?” 

“I was looking for you; I look less suspicious if I pretend to be a partygoer,” Zhongli said, turning to Makoto with a curious cock of his head. “...Makoto, I presume?” 

“Rex…Lapis…Morax, or whatever you’re called,” Makoto said, attempting to maintain some of his dignity in the presence of someone older than even his mother. 

“Rex Lapis Morax…that’s a bit much, even for me,” Zhongli said with a thoughtful nod, offering his rod of donuts to Hu Tao. “You look like your mother.” 

“Not as much as I used to, thanks to your friend,” Makoto laughed bitterly, nodding in Venti’s direction. “Please tell me you don’t plan on fighting with a donut stick.” 

“Course not; I plan on fighting with a doughnut stick,” Hu Tao said, dumping the doughnuts on the ground and spinning the stick between her fingers. “Ooh, cherrywood; you know what I like!” 

“And here I was concerned that you didn’t bring any weapons,” Makoto sighed. “While we’re at it, does anyone want to get a sausage on a stick or a pretzel as a backup-ow!” 

Makoto winced as Hu Tao clocked him in the nose with the tip of her stick.  

“You’re trying to be funny, but I was burying angry ghosts with toothpicks while your mama was still learning to swing a spear,” Hu Tao said, tucking the stick into her belt. 

“I can vouch for that; it was…interesting to watch,” Zhongli mused, lost in a violent memory before realizing where he was. “All that to say, we ought to speak somewhere more private…” 

Snapping his fingers, a large brown and gold teapot materialized in front of him, hovering in the air suspended by small clouds. 

“...do you have teacups to go with that?” Makoto asked as Zhongli took the lid off the pot. “Or do we have to take turns sipping from the-hey!” 

Venti pushed him forward, watching as a cloud of mist swirled around him and sucked him into the teapot. 

“...Anemo exalts the strangest people,” Zhongli said.

“Hey, being an absolute weirdo is a prerequisite for receiving any Vision, including Geo Visions,” Venti huffed, watching as Zhongli replaced the lid on the teapot and banished it again with a snap of his fingers. “Are we not going in with him?” 

“...eventually,” Zhongli said, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. “Before we do…tell me how you suspect someone is planning to kill the Hydro Archon.”

[the-rodent-gentleman]

Woo! Been a while since I posted any art anywhere!

Anyways, this little number came about after a few discussions with my RP friend here on Tumblr, @universalpheonix-versusxiii. He was the progenitor for this crazy idea, so make sure to credit him, let alone inspiring me to make this!

As for the context, he and I have been doing this longtime roleplay between his muse, the Warden from the IDW Sonic comics, and mine, Dr. Maruki from Persona 5 Royal (with an anthro twist), and his headcanon is that the Warden developed two split personalities due to the events of the Bad Guys miniseries.

Yeah, it is a trip. We're also both huge fans of the Persona series, and well you can probably guess the rest from there. And since Universal's Warden has two sides, he gets the Akechi treatment with two different Persona!

Dr. Jekyll

Moves: Kougaon | Makougaon | Sonic Punch | God's Hand | Snap | Triple Down | Riot Gun | Sukunda | Masukunda | Tetrakarn

Affinities: Weak to Psy attacks | Strong to Nuke attacks | Immune to Light attacks

Mr. Hyde

Moves: Eigaon | Mudoon | Tempest Slash | Vorpal Blade | Deathbound | Debilitate | Tarukaja | Matarukuja | Charge | Heat Riser

Affinities: Strong to Earth attacks | Immune to Dark attacks | Weak to Light attacks

The Warden character belongs to SEGA and IDW. Both his Persona are the intellectual property of UniversalPheonix.

Don't forget to hit me up on Ko-Fi for commissions!  

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[baatarthefirst]

Truth Serum/Honesty

"The light demands the truth." Karim sneered at the human. She looked defiant, even though detained, outnumbered, and about to face the truth. He started with a few simple questions, "So tell me. Are you planning to harm Queen Janai? How many elves have you killed?"

It'd been quite the task to get her here. Karim heard of the general's impressive record for surviving ambushes. That despite her disabilty she was usually the first one to know something was amiss. He knew she'd never go with him willingly, but Kazi was another story. All the prince had to do was tell the young linguist that there was a surprise for the human outside camp. She hadn't suspected a thing because Kazi had not suspected a thing.

It didn't mean that the soldier was in the dark as long as they'd hoped. She got suspicious early, thankfully, he brought twenty of Lux Aurea's best with him. And no one was permanently injured. Now, she was on her knees. Her feet, waist, torso and neck were all tied tightly against the cave floor and five arrows pointing in her direction (and the mousy elf cuffed and slumping over with guilt). General Amaya was ready for the spell.

The priests, ready as Karim to show Queen Janai this human's true intentions -to show her that having a pure heart did not make the general their ally-, preformed a spell that forced anyone in the circle to answer any question honestly.

*hand signals*

"Well, what did she say?" Karim asked Kazi. The elf seemed reluctant to answer, "Tell us what she said; word for word. If she really is our friend, then she had nothing to fear."

"Alright. She said, 'No.' and 'I didn't keep count'." Kazi said meekly. Karim frowned,

"How could you not?!"

-There's no reason to. You only need to know how many people you personally killed if if you're going to brag about it, and I won't; not even about my enemies. My sister taught me better than that.- Amaya signed with an aggravated huff, Kazi translated. Karim huffed.

"What was your part in King Avizandum's assassination?" That would surely turn tempers. Janai would hate her, and if she didn't Queen Zubeia would still call for her head.

-I tried to stop them, but they didn't listen.- She might have won the group over if she didn't immediately follow with -Much as I wanted the bastard dead, Sarai always said we should only take life to save life.- Kazi stumbled and stammered through the interpretation, but they said each and every word.

"You dare insult the King of the Dragons?"

-I dare to insult everyone. You royals need some humility knocked into you from time to time.-

Karim practically growled, and was going to start an argument when Osato put a hand on his shoulder and whispered 'we need to stay on track'.

"What are you doing here?"

-You and your fucking goons ambushed me.- Obviously. He needed to be more specific.

"I meant 'what are you doing in Xadia'?"

-My nephew forced me to come.- The admission was given hesitantly, against her will.

"You see?" Karim said to the elves around him. "This human lied when she said she wanted to help."

-I did not. I want to help you. I would kill every monster in Lux Aurea and rebuild the city myself if I could.- The archers stance wavered, none of them seeing the general as a threat anymore. Karim had to take a few moments to let the shock wear off.

"But you had to be forced to help?"

"My nephews are young and orphaned, I should be in Katolis raising them. I was going to promote Commander Gren and resign my commission, but Ezran- Amaya tried to keep her hands still, they could see her physically fight not to move; the spell compelled her to sign -found out that Janai and I kissed. He's young and assumed that meant we were in love. So he sent me away.-

"You kissed my sister?!"

-Yes. Don't get your panties in a punch, princess, it was just a kiss. A goodbye kiss because we didn't think we'd see each other ever again. It's not like I got her pregnant.-

"What are your intentions with my sister?"

-I don't know. She's amazing, I really like her, hell I probably be half in love. I wouldn't mind fucking her- - Kazi stopped to warn Prince Karim that he may not want to hear that last bit. He regretted saying yes. - - but she's going through so much at the moment. Right now my intentions are to help her get through losing her sister so she doesn't end up like me.-

Bow strings loosened and lowered, the elves looked at each other, suddenly the queen's friendship..."friendship" with this human made a little more sense. General Amaya was a ally to the Sunfire. Karim's head lowered at the mention of Khessa. Osato entered the circle and cut Amaya free.

It was a rather awkward ride home. Amaya made no move to attack anyone but she glared daggers at the elven prince. He was too far above this human to hunker down, besides, he had a duty to protect his queen and sister.

At the camp entrance, the soldiers veered away and returned to their duties. Amaya was going the center of the camp; to Janai. Karim went along, wanting to tell his story when the general voiced her complaint. Kazi went along to interpret, and also to apologize again for unknowing leading General Amaya into a trap.

They had to wait for a meeting to end. Janai and her advisors were bent over a map for a good half an hour, giving Karim enough time to get his defense together. While it was true, he did nothing wrong, Janai was fond of this human. He could tell the general's feelings were returned. She might side with her just to stay on her good graces.

"Hey, were have you two been?" Janai's face lit up as she realized her two favorite people were there.

"I wished to-" He was rudely interrupted by Amaya via Kazi. The fact a commoner would do that surprised him. It shouldn't, but it did. It surprised him so much he actually allowed it.

-Karim pulled me aside to have a chat.- She said without annoyance. Just like someone would say that they asked about the weather.

"Oh?" her face morphed into one of suspicion, "What about?"

-He was telling me a few of your less graceful moments. I especially enjoyed that awkward birthday party.- Amaya grinned. The grin turned into a full evil smirk when the queen began to blush.

"You told her about that?!" Just as Janai was about to throttle her little brother for telling Amaya about that party, her aid came in and beckoned her to her next meeting, "We will speak about this later. General we could use your input."

-Yes. I'll be along.-

"Why did you tell her that?"

-You were trying to look after your sister. I can respect that.- She shrugged.

"And how did you know about that party?"

-Everyone's had an awkward birthday party. I expect you to tell me exactly what happened later.- She gave a short bow and began to walk away. Karim let the relief start to sink in. He was about to follow when she and Kazi turned -And Prince Karim!-

"Yes?"

-You do anything like that again, and I will beat your ass from here to to the Breach.-

[royalfamily-of-windemburg]

Prince Liam Performs First Official Commissioning at National Boxing Centre in Windemburg

In an event that marks the beginning of his career in the official duties of the royal family, Prince Liam, cousin of Queen Isabella, made his first official visit to the Windenburg National Boxing Centre.

During his visit, Prince Liam had the opportunity to talk to young boxers and coaches. He expressed his admiration for the effort and dedication required by contact sports, highlighting the importance of boxing not only as a physical discipline, but also as a means of cultivating the mind and character.

"Boxing is more than a sport; it is a way of life that teaches essential values ​​such as respect, discipline and resilience," said the Prince.

In an unexpected moment that generated great enthusiasm among those present, Prince Liam decided to put on his gloves and practice some punches in the ring. Under the guidance of one of the most experienced trainers at the center, he made it clear that his love for boxing is more than just a hobby.

Her first assignment has certainly been a success, and audiences are looking forward to seeing how she will continue to perform in her future royal duties.

Comments section:

Lucyworld0: I love that his first official mission combines his personal passion with something as important as health and wellness.

JohnMcDonalds: You could say Prince Liam is the prince of the ring, good job on his first mission as a working member of the royal family!

RegalRosie: Prince Liam is so handsome! He's still single, right? (wink, wink)

[anotherwvba]

WVBA Fighter Profile: Reina Adora

Ring Name: Reina Adora

Nickname: “La Realeza del Anillo”

Ranking: Minor Circuit Unranked

Record: 7-3-0 (5 KO)

Hometown: Tijuana, Mexico

Real Name: unknown

Age: unknown

Height / Weight: 5’4” / 143 lbs

Hair / Eyes: Black / Brown

Attire: white sports bra with green trim, green and red long wrestling tights with white trim, one of a variety of lucha masks, typically in a red, white, green color scheme; red gloves

Theme: "Queendom" by Moana A

Biography:

Reina Adora is a rudo legend in the world of lucha libre. She’s been a dominant force in the wrestling rings of three continents for more than ten years, but now, she seeks a different challenge. Little is known about Reina outside of her wrestling exploits and, now, her fledgling boxing career. What is known is that her real name, age, and face are known to the W.V.B.A. Commission, but are held secret by terms of her contract.

Her ring name, Reina Adora, is a portmanteau of the Spanish words for “Queen of Fighters”. It’s a name that she takes pride in, having won numerous championships in professional wrestling and even having a winning record in mixed martial arts. Seeing boxing as her last great challenge, her wrestling expertise having helped her in MMA, but largely useless in boxing, Reina has attacked the sport with an insatiable hunger.

Racking up an impressive record on the club circuits of Mexico, always wearing her mask, Reina has proven herself capable and willing to… fracture… the occasional rule. It seems you can take the wrestling out of the rudo, but not the rudo out of the wrestler. Reina enters the W.V.B.A., the biggest stage in boxing, to prove that she is what she claims to be, La Realeza del Anillo, The Royalty of the Ring. No matter the ring… whatever it takes.

Boxing Style: “The Rudo Royale”

You can take the wrestling away from the rudo, but you can’t take the rudo away from the wrestler. Reina is an unabashed heel in the ring. She knows it and she revels in it. To quote one of her heroes, “If you’re not cheating, you’re not trying.” Reina is a talented boxer, but it’s not her first discipline. She knows others are technically better boxers, but she’s a better fighter and fighters win by any means necessary.

Many of her tactics are best classified as “roughhouse” with Reina clinching, holding and hitting, pushing, not breaking clean, and the like. She’s aggressive and relentless, willing to take a punch to give one. If Reina can turn the fight into a brawl, she will. She’s also an expert at mind games, trash-talking her opponent, riling up the crowd, showboating, using aggressive body language, all in an attempt to frustrate her opponent into making mistakes. And if that weren’t enough, Reina’s lucha footwork and movement is foreign to most boxers, so that too will throw off opponents.

If she’s desperate, or if she simply wants to hurt and humiliate someone, Reina will dig into her rule-breaking bag of tricks from wrestling. Always trying to be careful to keep her conduct out of the ref’s sight, Reina’s not afraid to shoot in a quick elbow or headbutt (rumor has it that her mask is loaded), to thumb her opponent in the eye or throat. In her mind, it’s all legal if you don’t get caught. At the end of the day, Reina Adora is a fighter and rudo. Regardless of the fighting discipline, the win is all that matters and how you win doesn’t matter.

Power Punch: "La Corona Crush"

A running springboard off the middle rope back into a Superman punch to the jaw, usually preceded by a headbutt to stun her opponent.

[ghostibus]

Lovely commission for @waezi2 ! These are Lulu the Lyrebird harpy and Anastasia the Elf.

[okkennymay]

When you've commissioned me as many time as @waezi2 has I can't help but go the extra mile, this was a birthday present for him featuring Ivan and Dimi!

Listen when you were raised a Princess and had all the finest luxuries avaliable and now live with a Minotaur Blacksmith in hiding from orcs that invaded you kingdom, wouldn't you go bonkers for a nice cake?

[wummbo]

-DING DING- commission for @waezi2 of his very cool character Dimi from his story Royal Punch.

Commission Info

[awritingcaitlin]

✨Rinnie is a sassy sorceress who doesn't ever want to admit she had feelings ever. But she is also bamf and capable of healing magic, though she'd much rather light stuff on fire.

📙Nathaniel the poor tired grad student who is also a Marine on a mission. He *doesn't* get paid enough for this and just wants that nice peaceful life. It would be such a shame if a war were to happen...

🔪Riela, my knife-wielding barmaid who knows way more about religion than she lets on. She has about 50 million secrets from her past so good luck figuring them all out. But she's also a hopeless romantic who dreams of getting swept off her feet.

🍺Killian, Captain of the Queen's Guard. On a mission to save said dying Queen. Has a YOLO attitude and pulls no punches. He also never seems to sleep for very long.

📘Taryn, Rinnie's bodyguard with benefits. Never actually intended to get feelings. Ended up in way over her head in a few things. Wicked smart and perceptive.

🧪Mica, resident kooky alchemist. Took a cognizance potion that one time and now her brain has filing cabinets inside for all sorts of information. Very good at chemical and alchemical reactions. Escaped from pirates, does *not* want to go home and get married.

🍎 Paul, the soft-spoken Marine who doesn't feel it is appropriate to take on too much responsibility, but will step up should the occasion come up. He grew up on a farm and is an apple cider snob.

🍻 Mama Cass, the wise sage. Older than she looks. Older than seems possible. She knows what kind of drink you want without asking. Unbelievably kind. Seen it all before. Her face holds a smile and doesn't seem to know how to do anything else.

⭐Ilani my beloved oracle. She has visions of the future and knows what will come true. Yet she does not let this hold her back. She is loving and unbelievably patient. She has such a rigid set of morals that has never let her down.

👊 Roderick, the man who punched an admiral and still got a commission. He plays a mean game of Royal Will. Such a strategist. Plays darts when he's thinking.

🧝‍♂️ Kanjo, the character who changed entire arcs with his inclusion. The dirty mage who can brawl with the best then clean up and be a gentleman - sometimes. Perpetually a staff NCO. A realist. Drives fast motorcycles.

🧝‍♀️Kiyo my darling bartender. Who can mix a drink whole only half paying attention. Who can make sushi in her sleep. Who knows that the ocean will take your cares away. Who was creating whirlpools and waterspouts by age twelve. Dirty mage tricks.

🌠Thea. Woman on a mission. Believes she's doing the right thing. Immensely powerful. Older than she looks and she looks immortal. But she has dark secrets no one can know. And she begs forgiveness from the one who does.

🟡Cael. Protector. Warrior. Quiet. He's an incredibly smart tactician. You will never beat him at chess. He's seen it all and more. Will follow those he loves to the death.

🌟Ciara, my darling child. I say, knowing she's in her 30s. Brute force magic. Very powerful. Can weaponize her magic to deadly degrees. No shame. Looks like she can kill you and will actually kill you. Fiercely protective. Loves deeply. Dreams of settling down one day.

🌬️Zeh'ave, the air elemental with amnesia. Does not remember who she was before. Had to learn how to function again and still does not have full control of her powers. Lightning fast with magic, has a strong sense of self preservation.

💙Lily, the kick ass demonic astral. Can shapeshift but prefers her resting form in it's blue, tailed, horned, and hooved glory. Did a huge service to the state when she was younger. Was raised on the streets but knows how to pretend to be proper.

😈Ashora, another kick ass demonic astral. Lives as a mercenary. Styles her hair around her horns. Super strong, super fast. Loves the adventure.

🔫Cami, the prisoner. Currently in a high security prison for her supposed safety because no one knows what to do about the fact that she's possessed by a dragon.

⚕️Aravae, the doctor who has learned to play ruthless political games in order to survive. She knows the ins and outs of political, legal, and medical spheres. Looks like a cinnamon roll, probably won't kill you. Hates direct confrontation. Will end the fight.

👧🏾Janna, sweet Janna. Giggly and boisterous. Just wants to set herself apart from her large family. Always kind, very perceptive.

👦🏽 Adrian, the quiet cook. Young and wide eyed. Dreams of a better future. Bakes really good bread. Saving up money for someone special.

🧒🏼Sean, the even quieter waiter. Works the graveyard shift. His day starts around noon and he goes straight from closing up the tavern to the fish market to buy fish for the next day. Lives at the tavern though, so it makes it easier.

[deimint]

Her name is Dimi, she is one of the character in Royal Punch, whose written by Waezi from Denmark; this is an art commission.

[lboogie1906]

Captain John Perkins (c. 1745 - January 27, 1812) was the first Black commissioned officer in the Royal Navy. His exact date of birth and origins are unknown but he first appeared in Navy records in 1775 when he joined as a ship’s pilot aboard HMS Antelope, the flagship of the Jamaica station. In 1778 he was put in command of the Punch schooner and in 1778 and 1779 it captured 315 enemy vessels under his leadership. He commanded the schooner Endeavour and was promoted to commander. The promotion was disallowed and in 1783 at the end of the American War of Independence, he left the Navy and remained in reserve as a half-pay lieutenant, a practice that was common at the time.

In 1790 he volunteered for naval duty once more, and he undertook several clandestine missions to Havana and Saint Domingue. In 1793 he was captured at Jeremie in Cap-Francois and was condemned to death for spying and for supplying weapons to rebel slaves.

By 1795 he was in command of the Marie Antoinette Schooner and he was promoted him commander of the 14-gun brig HMS Drake. The promotion was confirmed by the admiralty and he was further promoted to post-captain and put in command of the frigate HMS Meleager. In 1801 he transferred to HMS Arab where he caused an international incident by attacking two Danish ships. He captured the islands of Saint Eustatius and Saba in the Caribbean with Colonel Richard Blunt and a detachment of the 3rd Royal East Kent Regiment.

In 1804 he was in command of the 32-gun HMS Tartar when he attacked and fought the 74-gun Duquesne and two other 16-gun vessels comprising a French naval squadron that was more than three times larger than his own. He kept the warships engaged long enough for help to arrive at which point the French surrendered.

In March 1804, following his final mission to the newly independent Haiti, he resigned from his commission. There are no records that he had a wife or children. His obituary said that he “annoyed the enemy more than any other officer, by his repeated feats of gallantry, and the immense number of prizes he took.” #africanhistory365 #africanexcellence

[brookstonalmanac]

Events 1.8 (before 1960)

307 – Sima Chi becomes emperor of the Jin dynasty in succession to his father, Sima Zhong, despite a challenge from his uncle, Sima Ying. 871 – Æthelred I and Alfred the Great lead a West Saxon army to repel an invasion by Danelaw Vikings. 1297 – François Grimaldi, disguised as a monk, leads his men to capture the fortress protecting the Rock of Monaco, establishing his family as the rulers of Monaco. 1454 – The papal bull Romanus Pontifex awards the Kingdom of Portugal exclusive trade and colonization rights to all of Africa south of Cape Bojador. 1499 – Louis XII of France marries Anne of Brittany in accordance with a law set by his predecessor, Charles VIII. 1547 – The first Lithuanian-language book, the Catechism of Martynas Mažvydas, is published in Königsberg. 1735 – The premiere of George Frideric Handel's Ariodante takes place at the Royal Opera House, Covent Garden. 1746 – Second Jacobite rising: Bonnie Prince Charlie occupies Stirling. 1790 – George Washington delivers the first State of the Union address in New York City. 1806 – The Dutch Cape Colony in southern Africa becomes the British Cape Colony as a result of the Battle of Blaauwberg. 1811 – Charles Deslondes leads an unsuccessful slave revolt in the North American settlements of St. Charles and St. James, Louisiana. 1815 – War of 1812: Battle of New Orleans: Andrew Jackson leads American forces in victory over the British. 1828 – The Democratic Party of the United States is organized. 1835 – US President Andrew Jackson announces a celebratory dinner after having reduced the United States national debt to zero for the only time. 1863 – American Civil War: Second Battle of Springfield. 1867 – The United States Congress passes the bill to allow African American men the right to vote in Washington, D.C. 1877 – Crazy Horse and his warriors fight their last battle against the United States Cavalry at Wolf Mountain, Montana Territory. 1889 – Herman Hollerith is issued US patent #395,791 for the 'Art of Applying Statistics' — his punched card calculator. 1900 – President William McKinley places Alaska under military rule. 1912 – The African National Congress is founded, under the name South African Native National Congress (SANNC). 1918 – U.S. President Woodrow Wilson announces his "Fourteen Points" as conditions for ending World War I. 1920 – The steel strike of 1919 ends in failure for the Amalgamated Association of Iron, Steel and Tin Workers labor union. 1926 – Crown Prince Nguyễn Phúc Vĩnh Thuỵ is crowned emperor of Vietnam, the country's last monarch. 1926 – Abdul-Aziz ibn Saud is crowned King of Hejaz. 1933 – Anarchist insurrection of January 1933 breaks out in Barcelona, Spain. 1936 – Kashf-e hijab decree is made and immediately enforced by Reza Shah, Iran's head of state, banning the wearing of Islamic veils in public. 1940 – World War II: Britain introduces food rationing. 1945 – World War II: Philippine Commonwealth troops under the Philippine Commonwealth Army units enter the province of Ilocos Sur in Northern Luzon and attack invading Japanese Imperial forces. 1946 – Andrei Zhdanov, Chairman of the Finnish Allied Commission, submitted to the Finnish War Criminal Court an interrogation report by General Erich Buschenhagen, a German prisoner of war, on the contacts between Finnish and German military personnel before the Continuation War and a copy of Hitler's Barbarossa plan. 1956 – Operation Auca: Five U.S. missionaries are killed by the Waorani of Ecuador shortly after making first contact. 1959 – Charles de Gaulle is proclaimed as the first President of the French Fifth Republic.