#royal-descent

[thelostboylonelyworld]

Caim was used to waking up into late hours.

Nightmares haunted him with the same frequency with which air entered in his lungs or his heart beat. They were all a mess of incoherency, most were sensations of terror and confusion and liquid dense colours of pitch black or sickly fluorescent yellow flowing down his vision. Tonight, however, the scenario had forms and smells, there were no sound but the divine quietness of Nature, no conspiratorial whispers in the corner of his mind that could take out his peace. And then a harsh light came directly into his eyes and he saw himself closing them. And then with his eyes still closed, the librarian noticed : it wasn’t burning or hurting him. It was almost like a glow…

Therefore round blue eyes opened cautiously and curious. He gazed his arm where a streak of light relapsed. The glow hit his skin in an oddly cold manner, like the ray of moonlight. It wasn’t warm nor cold and then his wide puppy gaze moved slowly up and ahead. Caim couldn’t exactly see what emitted such light, or if the source of it was an object of an animal. It was too intense. Caim looked up and to the Midday Sky and realized the beams of the Sun when hitting this object-creature- reflected it’s light in his own direction, as if refracted by a mirror. And then the thing moved in his direction and Caim startled in his place. When the thing moved and the light flickered once more, a blue glow sparkled out of silver, bathing Caim’s face and arm with stripes of light and glowing back in the bottom of his wide, mesmerized eyes.

And then it fled away. Too quickly. Caim was left thunderstruck and lips agape staring at a crooked trunk of a burnt tree whose branches hung distorted to the left. Caim blinked quickly a multitude of times and having lost a few seconds to the impact of such creature he started to run further into the entrails of what it seemed a grove, to the right, to where he thought the creature entered-

Caim jumped into a sat position in his bed, streaks of sweat ran down his temples and his breathe was ragged. The peaceful sound of birds and the sunshine passing through his window, hitting the wooden rustic ground, testified that it was already daytime. And his mind was disquiet and turbulent. For some reason he had to find this place, this creature, the light, that blue silvery light it emitted, was so… pretty!

Caim was used to waking up into late hours. Now, waking up to dreams, that was new.

And then he remembered! The distorted tree!!! He knew where it was, was an old thing in the woods twenty minutes from the library where in past time witches where burnt, for what old Jenny had told him. The librarian jumped out of the bed, brushed his teeth, took a quick shower to get the sweat out of his body and not bothering to eat anything or open the library to clients he ran to the woods in the limits of Santa Carla.

After some stumbles and a couple situations of disorientation he found the old trunk. A smile opened in his lips! He found it! He beamed with the small victory.

… and now what?… What should he…do…?

He stood in the middle of the woods, in the silence of morning, without a clue of the next step he should take. And then he remembered, in the dream the creature went to the right! So he started, without a second thought, to run to the right and-

Suddenly Caim felt a strong, nauseating feeling and his head spin for a few seconds, making him halt in his trail, trying to focus on the ground under his feet.

A few seconds passed while he waited the vertigo pass and when he moved his eyes up… the crooked tree was ahead of him…?

Caim looked back, and behind him the woods were the same… that is… besides the monumental castle raising above the clouds amidst it…Perhaps a few buildings, the roller coaster of the city’s amusement park on the shore, but in Santa Carla there were no castles!

Caim didn’t had much time to freak out. In the sky up a blur passed through his vision quickly. It shone against the Sun in blue and silvery sparkles. Caim hadn’t thought further, he ran, following the direction of the creature and further and further into the, now, forest.

@royal-descent

[adsagsona]

@royal-descent liked for a starter from Arthur:

It was a strange sensation. Awoken from a deep sleep, it seemed to take forever for Arthur to regain his wits. He had been hidden deep within a cave on the isle of Avalon, away from the outside world and only reachable through the mist.

Light blue eyes slowly fluttered open and he took in his unfamiliar surroundings. Testing his hands, he found he could move them and pushed himself up into a seated postion. A sword clanked to the floor at this movement and he looked to the side, to find another man staring at him from across the room.

"Who are you?" He croaked, his throat scratchy from disuse. "What is this place?"

[thelostboylonelyworld]

….does that mean I wanting to be alive is a crime?…

…Can money make it disappear?…

… What do you do with yours?…

All questions which answers he didn’t receive. Again. Blue round eyes glimmered while watching the man and his elusive personality. The lord didn’t let his guard down not even for a second and that let Caim himself on edge and wary. How could he relax if the man didn’t give him any trace of good faith besides his words? Every word he spoke seemed always so carefully rehearsed, as if nothing ever could move or surprise him. How could he trust the dark haired guy if he didn’t gave nothing back to him, emotionally speaking?

The man seemed to Caim a walking endless detour, which brought to him in turn the endless agonizing sensation that he would get anywhere at all. Like a labyrinth with no entrees or exits-

“How can you be certain of that-”

And then Julius hand was on his hair again and this time the warmth seeping out of his fingertips seemed to stretch into waves down his nape causing him to shiver and the hairs in the back of his neck stand on end and, consequently making a subtle stutter interrupt his ask. Disoriented wide eyes moved up surprised into brown ones before they closed tight, like a child would do, as he shook lightly his head to the sides, trying to shake off the feeling together with the man’s hand. But such was a double razored thing. Detachable enough to be understood that a weak spot was reached and that Caim not wanting to feel vulnerable wanted it to stop, but feeble enough that it let seep out the hesitancy of letting go of such sensation.

“-how can you be certain it won’t sate me? That won’t help me to feel it too?”

Caim felt deeply frustrated. Why the other couldn’t try?

…whatever you like…

Caim didn’t know what he liked. He didn’t had the luxury of liking things, he got what he could.

With the mention of food his stomach made that strange sound but he didn’t move an inch closer to the food on the table. His stubbornness wouldn’t allow it.

“It’s not your offer that agonizes me, it’s your dodging nature. You don’t say any judgment that are related to yourself. Everything you say is so… general, it could fit in any situation. How am I supposed to trust the words of a man that is impenetrable in feeling? One that is impossible to truly know? Give me something worth of your trust. I don’t like this detachment with which you are handling all of this. What are you feeling right now? I don’t like this one way thing. All humans are like this?”

He spoke sincerely, His last ask bringing a conflicting despair to limpid sapphires, he felt tired and hungry. To keep his eyes open felt heavy and almost painful. To keep a smart and defensive posture was harder. He wanted unconsciousness, but he could not give himself that until he had the true certainty of his safety.

His lips opened and a soft exhale of hesitancy escaped them.

“…I…don’t want imprisonment… is that…cage is what I know, I don’t know how to handle…freedom…”

His voice started to trail off in such a way the last word was almost inaudible. It was heavier to his heart than he had thought it would be to state it out loud. Heavier than he had thought freedom could ever be.

@royal-descent

"I truly do not understand you, Pup. I can tell you that me telling you what feelings are like for me is not going to help you feel them any more deeply yourself. You have to experience them for yourself. Besides they aren't the same for any two people. Be describing my experience to you won't sate you."

Julius patted Caim on the head gently, aware of who the other thought he was trying to oppress him with a touch, but it was really the only way he knew to calm or soothe someone who was upset.

"With money and free time you do whatever you like. You go and explore, and learn and feel things on your own. Eat something. Try not to think so deeply right now it's only causing you pain. Clearly. I didn't mean to make this offer so agonizing for you, you know. It was just an offer. To have a job and be pain instead of some hostage in a prison."

[aychama]

I might be going crazy over my own au

[redfurrycat]

OK, so I'm on IMDB right now, and Whip Hubley, who played Hollywood in the first "Top Gun", played Hilary Duff's dad in "A Cinderella Story".

I used to be obsessed with "A Cinderella Story", so I can't believe I never knew that! :P

Hey 😘

This movie!!!!! I watched it so many times when I was younger!!! :D

As soon as I saw your ask, I had to go check it up. My memory was failing me. It's really been a while since I last saw 'A Cinderella Story', but I'm not sure I'd have recognised right away tbh.

Now that I see the pic, yeah I see good ol' Hollywood, but yeah.... I only know the actor from Top Gun. :D

(Thanks for making want to watch the movie again... xD)

*

😘🐈

[adsagsona]

"I'm not used to such tender moments from others." Usually it was Henri taking care of others, his soldiers, his brothers. His people. He leaned into the hand offering a smile. "I appreciate it though really."

@royal-descent

Gannicus had been one for entertainment at first, before Henri had recognised his skill with the sword and made him a soldier. "I am not used to sharing them either... not with men anyway." He admitted with a smile, but he held his hand right where it was. Fingertips delicately followed their path until he dropped his hand back into his lap. "I... you looked like you could use some comfort." Gannicus didn't know much about it if he was honest, he was used to drinking his troubles away.

[newrcgime]

"i've known many royals in my time, most of them seen their siblings are their competition, so they would happily let them die. so it's still selfless." he hummed against the others lips at the tug of his nipples, as he kissed him back just as gently, his hands gripping the young princes waist tightly.

at the mention of leon offering him his hand, the witch let out a soft scoff. "believe me, love, i don't think your father would not have allowed that. my type aren't liked around here, in fact people often try to drown me when words gets out about me." the witch had been alive for a long time, he'd seen the best and worst in humanity, especially the worst. they feared what they didn't understand, that's why he lived so far in the woods, away from humanity. to protect himself and his peace.

"Maybe not selfless. If he wasn't my brother I wouldn't be willing to go so far for him." He said softly as he leaned into the other man, leaning up to kiss those soft warm lips as his hands moved to explore that glorious now bare body, the warm skin under his fingers. Fingers teasing and tugging at those perky pink nipples. "You are the most beautiful man I have ever seen. More lovely than any suitor I have ever had. I would have picked you a thousand times over had you ever offered your hand to me at my father's palace. But even more so now. I will be yours. I will be good for you, your good boy."

[cthulhubert]

Tears of the Kingdom is a real master class in game design

Just one for instance: the Zonai capsule dispensers are literal gacha machines (well, that bit of visual design language isn't as strong outside of Japan). This means that in the process of getting the specific device I want (everybody's hungry for steering sticks right?) I inevitably got a bunch of stuff I wouldn't've looked at twice if I were just buying them. The extra chaff means I have a lot of stuff just to play around and experiment with, leading me to engage more deeply with the game.

[ascalonianlightbringer]

curuniel replied to this post:

Fun fact Logan used to be a mercenary, of a somewhat rough kind. Much less of a fancy boy before he got his current job. So I'm not surprised that extrajudicial murder wasn't fully off the cards.

Huh! On the one hand, I wouldn't have ever imagined that background from the personal story. On the other, he does often seem frustrated by the constraints of Krytan society and his position, so it makes a certain kind of sense.

Like, in the noble storyline, the bandit situation does get resolved through formal channels and traditions, but Logan is super gung-ho about backing up the PC in trial by combat, and he does mutter about taking things into his own hands if they don't work out this way. And in the commoner story, he's the one who rushes into a fight with a ton of Ministry guards while Anise urges caution. So "no, you can't just try and murder him, we've got to lure him out so we can actually kill him" isn't necessarily out of character for him even given the other storylines. And it also makes sense that he'd bother less with the fancy captain persona when the hero who rescued him is an ex-bandit from the streets.

[radicalrascals]

Closed starter for @royal-descent - Aster & Leopold

The overcast day cast a dull, grey light over the fog-shrouded landscape as the vampire moved silently through the shadows. His senses were finely attuned to his surroundings, detecting every distant sound muffled by the thick fog. It was then that he spotted the lone figure of a young man all by himself. With silent steps, gangs glinting as he stayed within the shadowy veils of the mist, he walked up to the other and as he was only an arm's length away, he whispered in a voice barely louder than a breath: "You should not be out here alone." And when he realised he had startled the other regardless, he raised his voice and added: "It is not safe out here."

The vampire stepped forward, burst knuckles nudging aside the thick leather of his coat to reveal his revolver strapped to his belt, the silver bullets catching what little light filtered through the clouds. "There are monsters out here beyond the fog," he said, his voice low and gravelly, "and I am here to hunt them. My name is Leopold."

[thelostboylonelyworld]

De repente os olhos azuis de Caim arregalaram-se e sua expressão pareceu dançar com novas cores. Tinha lido o sobre os caracteres dúbios de diversos personagens em livros, sabia que as pessoas eram complexas, mas agora lhe havia caído a ficha sobre a motivação do outro. Caso este não estivesse mentindo sobre suas intenções, o que levava o ruivo à ajudá-lo eram simples e puros sentimentos egoístas. Sua principal motivação era satisfazer alguma necessidade dele, que por acaso fornecia à Caim um benefício também. Não achava o egoísmo algo ruim, não em excesso, e o outro não parecia o tê-lo desta forma. De forma saudável o egoísmo fazia, daquele que o tem, norte moral de si mesmo.

Caim sentiu o impacto da epifania juntamente com uma nova camada de fascínio assentando em seu interior. Como será que era ser assim? Parecia libertador.

Parecia que Caim havia esquecido completamente sua máscara de juventude transviada e delinquentemente divertida até o momento em que o outro homem lhe lembrara ao, verbalmente, constatar sua vulnerabilidade. E, ao lembrar-se, Caim tentou readquirir a postura casual e magnética, agora levemente atordobalhada pelas próprias revelações que sua mente havia lhe proporcionado. Não sem a ajuda do outro. Nunca sem a ajuda de outro.

Sabia que só tinha como aprender mais de forma efetiva e prática se tivesse contato com outros indivíduos. Havia lido que o contato com outros indivíduos era inerente e essencial para a formação saudável da personalidade de um indivíduo, mas só agora via o quanto isso era verdade.

Outra epifania e Caim estava com lábios entreabertos: era por isso que sentia necessidade de ter contato com outras pessoas? Quaisquer que sejam os artifícios ocultos que faziam seu corpo ter vida e sua mente raciocínio estavam sedentas por desenvolvimento e sabiam, por instinto inconsciente, que necessitavam de outros para se desenvolver. É por isso que sentia tédio, tristeza e uma sensação de estagnação sem fim ao estar sozinho.

Caim soltou o ar que parecia ter ficado preso em sua garganta de uma vez em um arfar estupefato e encarou o outro homem como se o estivesse vendo pela primeira vez. Como se o outro fosse um universo inteiro se revelando em todas suas camadas diante de seus olhos. E seus olhos brilhavam como resposta ao brilho complexo daquele universo, expandindo-se em luz tanto quanto um universo real poderia se expandir.

Fechara e abrira os lábios algumas vezes sem um único som ser emitido, contas de um azul estarrecedoramente brilhante piscavam deslumbrados, até que-

“-Meu nome é Caim.”

@house-of-tales

Conforme Caim assentiu, Armand logo parou de tamborilar os dedos nos livros que tinha em mãos, dessa vez ostentando um sorriso simples, discreto e satisfeito. Logo já estava começando seu passo na frente do outro, mas a pergunta o pegou tão de surpresa que o ruivo se virou para ele.

Por quê?

Quanto mais ouvia, mais Armand ficava nitidamente em choque. Não, já não era mais surpresa, era choque mesmo. Aquilo… aquilo era o ápice da vulnerabilidade, algo que fez Armand se sentir novo. Não interessava o que humanos pensavam, claramente duzentos anos de vida era pouco se só via alguém tão quebrado assim pela primeira vez.

E, pela primeira vez também, o Incubus seria sincero sobre o que pensava. Não só pela pergunta, não só respondendo aquilo, mas também para quem sabe, esclarecer um pouco mais como ele via o mundo.

Qualquer um via o mundo mais do que aquele homem, isso já estava bem claro.

"Ok, são muitas perguntas então vamos com calma. Eu não vou te ensinar coisas problemáticas porque não ganho NADA com isso, eu não tenho o menor interesse em te fazer mal. E já emendo uma coisa pra você pensar: nem todo mundo vai ser bom por valor. Algumas pessoas vão ser boas simplesmente porque elas não tem motivo pra ser ruim, ou vão ser indiferentes porque elas não tem motivo pra se importarem…nada é tão preto e branco assim. Eu mesmo não sou. Eu não sou bom…e nem sou ruim. Só sou eu, e faço coisas que me chamam a atenção ou que acho que serão legais e interessantes pra mim. E pra mim, te ajudar de verdade é bem mais interessante do que te tapear."

"Se for buscar toda vez um caráter perfeito nas pessoas quando elas te oferecerem algo, vai se decepcionar e muito. Ninguém é o heroi perfeito. Eu mesmo não tenho tantos valores assim ao meu ver, mas… não quer dizer que eu vá me aproveitar de ti. Não quero, e não vou. É só por isso. Não tem nada que me impede, até porque convenhamos você é bem vulnerável" Armand não iria poupar o outro, talvez ele precise ouvir essa explicação pra tentar entender como o mundo funciona "Mas nem mesmo os maiores monstros são cem porcento malignos. Eu muito menos, só sou indiferente à maioria da população… mas você chamou minha atenção, então aqui estou. Não tenho grandes motivos pra te ajudar, mas tenho ainda menos motivos pra te prejudicar. Só isso."

Com essa explicação toda, o ruivo olhou para o outro. Tinha suas dúvidas quanto a isso realmente esclarecer algo ou deixar ele mais tranquilo, mas não iria mentir.

[tcnebris]

@royal-descent

Their victory was swift and clean. Minimal casualties on their side, with little damage to the ship's hull aside for some cannonball cracks to be patched up. Amos, covered in sweat, gunpowder and – well, blood, laughed like a madman as the adrenaline of battle coursed through him still.

The pirates didn't know that the Belegnon ship was transporting, but judging by how they fought, it had to be valuable: their navy didn't surrender until it was over. One by one, the remaining enemy survivors were pulled from the water and made to kneel side by side on the deck as part of the crew hastily looted their ship before it sank. He and his buddies messed with them, spitting in their faces, pushing them to the ground and laughing as they stole their belongings.

Amos already had his burly hand wrapped around a gold necklace when he glanced at it's owner, smile quickly fading. He recognized the kneeling boy in front of him, and it was only a matter of time before the others did too. Looking around, his smile gave way to a more somber, intimidating expression."This one's mine." he shouted at the others. "Get up." Pulling the boy up by the gold chain, his large frame towered over him, the pirate stepped closer to Gareth, so close that he would surely be able to smell the alcohol on his breath and sweat that coated his bulging muscles.

"You're mine now, little prince. None of these men will lay a finger on you." With that, he smiled, though the look in his eyes remained just as sinister while he grabbed Gareth by the neck, guiding him downstairs and into his quarters.

[wonder-worker]

"It is difficult to argue that [Edward IV] was wrong in what he did. His advancement of [Richard of Gloucester] can be criticized only by those who believe that the only good nobleman is an impotent nobleman. Medieval kings did not think in these terms. Gloucester’s power was valuable because it ensured royal control of a significant and troublesome part of the country. Nor can Edward be blamed for not foreseeing the ends to which Gloucester might put his power. The duke had been a loyal upholder of the house of York, a central figure in Edward’s polity*; there was no obvious reason why he should not occupy the same role under Edward V. In this respect, precedent was on Edward’s side. Previous minorities had seen squabbles over the distribution of power, but no young king had ever been deposed. Even royal uncles traditionally drew a line at that, something which explains why Gloucester’s actions seemed so shocking to contemporaries and, perhaps, the reason why he got away with it so easily in the short term.

In the immediate sense, Gloucester must take final responsibility for what happened in 1483. However one explains the motives behind his actions, things happened because he chose that they should: there is nothing in the previous reign which compelled him to act as he did."

-Rosemary Horrox, Richard III: A Study of Service

*Richard was also, yk, Edward's own brother who had been entirely loyal to him during his life. The problem wasn’t that Edward trusted Richard (why wouldn't he?), the problem is that Richard broke that trust in a horrible and unprecedented way to usurp a 12-year-old. Please understand the difference.

[are-you-scared-yet-zine]

🩸 Emerging from the depths, bloodied but victorious, is our head mod, cyborg-franky 🩸

🩸 Our zine applications are open 🩸

[modcrnspirits]

If Oberon had a penny for each time he was reminded of how deep he had fallen, well, he might have been able to buy his throne back from his own bloody son. Standing there under the pouring rain, he let out a soft sigh and started to strip. Dragons were powerful. Their magic as old as the one from the faeries. But all in all, that sudden shower was quite good. It helped him finish sobering up and by the time he was completely naked, he even stretched out, feeling his muscles and body. "Mind warming it up a little?" He asked almost out of breath. "And hm, soap? I take lavender if you have it."

Oberon was not against getting himself clean. He actually liked to smell good and present himself nice. But ever since he lost his crown, the wildest side of himself took over. He was a poor excuse for a faery. Standing there, he took his hard cock in his hand and pulled the foreskin back, cleaning himself under the vigilant eyes of Tybalt. "You are quite hot too, dragon. I hope you fuck good. I have never done it with one of your kind before."

"Yeah yep I am just a little doggy for them now. Rawr. I am so scary. I fight kaiju and- no it's a mutual agreement. I get to eat whoever they tell me I can eat. They stop trying to kill me. It works out. Magic fights magic." Tybalt said as he tried to explain the arrangement to the other as if it was any of his business. "How about I give you a shower here then? Because you do smell foul." Ty snapped his fingers and clouds began to gather on the ceiling, a small storm brewing and condensing before unleashing a torrential downpour on the fairy king.

"It's the old cheese smell that is killing it for me. Sweat I can you. You smell stale and gross. You are hot though. Very hot. Wash up and I might let you have me."

[royalreef]

@fstbmp inquired: I once more toss aside my cape. Redacted, I will never get tired of saying how spectacular your Miranda is; quite literally peak fiction in my eyes. You do the character so much justice and, as I always say, I genuinely get baffled seeing the canon version after yours has so enraptured me that it's altered my brain chemistry. Your Miranda is The Miranda to me and that's never going to be changed. All of this isn't even touching the other Vanderbilt from the fleeting moments they appear and how well you write them in contrast and comparison to Miranda herself. You really can tell they all came from the same environment and branched off into entirely separate entities despite filling the same general terrifying merfolk royal niche. There's so much care put into your character(s) that it blows me away without fail anytime I see it. An absolute treat! How's my portrayal? - Accepting

(( I like how the very first thing I took note of was my evolutionary terms rubbing off on you. My grand plan is working, at this rate soon I'll have people aware of at least three different convergent body types instead of solely the crab-shape, and then I will take over the world.

But anyhow.

GETS you.

Mirth, the fact that I can always count on you to show up whenever one of these memes goes around is more than enough proof of how god damned sweet you are. Hell, your talents being one thing, you're just very sincerely nice to have around in the RPC. You're a beacon of support to everyone around you and just an inspiration to everyone that you write with, and it says a lot about how well you manage to bring people together at all stages of writing.

It's just genuinely awe-inspiring how well you manage to juggle all of the muses you have and nonetheless manage to write each one with the care and devotion and understanding that they all need. The way that you manage to weave their lore together in a way that feels natural on top of that, the unique relationships each of them have — it's a thing of wonder, how you manage to do it all. The way that you bring your own personal touch to each of them to bring them to life is truly unique to you and your writing style and something that you won't manage to find elsewhere.

I really do think your main strength and your best strength is in your characters themselves, into making them not only interesting, but their own living, breathing people with their own lives and needs. To see into them and understand them and to be able to paint a picture with them unlike anything else.

I just think you're Neat. :>