#s: secrets revealed

[succiducus]

who: rostam & closed (3/3)

when: after the storm, corridors - early morning.

in the middle of a grand corridor, the persian sultan and his most trusted stand together in briefing. since the reveal of his suspicion against his brother and arshiya's betrayal of his husband's trust, he had ensured that his chambers and person be guarded at all times. it was an annoyance to him, he wished for solitude, however, he had found something akin to fire again in the depths of his soul; if his brother or his sister-in-law thought him weak, he would show them his power. "we are to keep eyes on emine at all times, if my brother can so recklessly murder a king, he will have no problem with them. cailean as well will remain under our silent protection, arshiya makes one wrong move and i give order to arrest her - are we clear?" as orders fall and people disperse, finally he's left alone; he would handle ariyan himself. however, when the sultan steps from his position, a sudden dizziness catches him off-guard and a sharp pain radiating from his chest to his shoulder makes him accidentally collide with an unsuspecting soul. "i apologize for my recklessness. i should know better than to walk with my eyes to the ground..." he lies, swallowing in hopes the dryness of his mouth would subside. "i have not harmed you, have i?"

[succiducus]

abdullah watches her with a certain irritation in his chest. it wasn't her fault, the way his blood began to boil in the presence of naive perception and happy-go-lucky attitude, the military commander was simply triggered by it. wouldn't it be lovely to be ignorant to war? to the brutality of the world? part of him agreed while another part of his heart yearned to be much like victoria. "you," he stresses. "are here to organize peace. unfortunately, peace cannot be made if war does not precede it." "that is why your safety is of utmost importance - without your nation, our own will become a true war zone."

"War?" Victoria knew very little of such things. She did not understand conflict, arguments, disagreements. For, as a child, the one moment she did protest for her own desires, she learned very quickly never to make such mistakes again. Rather, simply being agreeable was easier, and much more fun. Though, she hadn't given it much thought like that. "That isn't right at all, I was told we're here to make peace," she nodded firmly with an assured smile on her face, "I was even told there may be marriages and betrothals happening here after such sadness... how can one go to war when something as lovely as a wedding should take place?"

[merakisphere]

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[succiducus]

( during the leak & sometime after / @tormxntum )

a familiar name in accusation by the french echoes in the hallway. the commander feels a tremble start in his chest, it's quick travels lead it to his hands and knees, which weaken under the pressure of grief even though for the time being it seemed they had no solid proof of it. still, abdullah watches the heavy shoulders and bright curls of the holder of that name from the back of the hall with a certain mixture of fondness and helplessness. an accusation of treason against the scottish king was, in fact, no laughing matter - and if cailean was truly working with the rebellion, there was nothing that he could do to stop that inevitability. his eyes widen, except for one thing. "balfour, write my mother on my behalf, tell her that...i apologize for what i intend to do if proof comes to light." he whispers to his left. "finnian, set me a private meeting with the princess and then find my sisters. ensure that if this blows back on them, that you get them to safety." he instructs his right, pushing forward into the crowd. like a snake, he sheds his armour in the middle of the crowd like skin, hiding it out of sight, untucking his shirt from uniform pants, shaking hair free of its neat position with fingers so that natural curls start to foil in the absence of structure; he couldn't be commander hasan where they would go, not if he wished to keep his promise of keeping their heart safe in his hands. slipping a hand into cailean's, with one finger over his lips as a suggestion not to ask questions until they were out of ear shot, he motions silently for them to follow his lead.

[ratdetector-x11]

Intro

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[succiducus]

exhaustion had left him bed-ridden, an unsettling scene to those of his court who understood the truth of his personality. normally bubbly and hyperactive, grief and stress had turned him into somebody even he could no longer recognize in the mirror. the sultan was quick to anger, even quicker to feel a sharp pain shoot across his chest in times of heightened emotion, and nobody felt safe to confide in; nobody who still lived anyway. after so long of being in bed, asleep, with guards posted at all ends of his room as precaution, he merely wished to be alone when he'd ventured out into the stables.

the sight weary eyes comes across is welcome yet it stings something inside of his chest regardless. khan had raised him since he was a foal, allowed him to run free in the palace gardens and sometimes beyond. normally, he would accompany them, watching from the sidelines in awe of the bond between them. now, even catching glimpses of their wise face made rostam turn away; he supposed that he was grieving him too. "he was my husband's..." the regent whispers so not to startle either of them. "from what i recall, he likes to bite."

open starter [ not currently capping ]

the stables

two days after the secret leak

only a few days had passed since their arrival, but phillip found himself inexplicably tired, and the constant downpour only seemed to intensify the situation. he'd slipped out after breakfast to the stables hoping to spend some time with the horses. his own horse, tyr, was not a fan of long sea journeys as he always had been and the undue stress seemed an unfair thing to do. he rubbed the neck loving of a mare whose coloring was nearly identical, though it seemed as though that might be all they shared. she was feisty and pulled at his sleeves and collar roughly, neighing in what he could have sworn was delight when she pinched him with her teeth. he swore softly and looked around for a moment finally spotting a possible solution. the prince grabbed a flake of hay and tossed it into her empty bucket. the chestnut mare quickly feigned interest in him and began to munch on her snack.

"yes, i see how it is," he told her giving her one final stroke before stepping away from her stall. the stables were mostly quiet, the sound of the rain drowning out the world around him. only the soft snorts and neighs breaking through occasionally. he stopped at another stall occupied by a gorgeous black stallion, one he couldn't help but feel didn't belong in a stable at all. "what you would give to be free, heh," he said softly as he stoked the top of the horse's nose gently. his large brown eyes unexpectedly gentle. phillip pulled an apple out of his pocket and lifted it to the horse's lips, smiling at the comfortably familiar sensation.

[cabeswaterdrowned]

Blue’s reaction to Gansey’s rain spattered shoulders… and although he knows she knows he’ll die he does not know why specifically this would trouble her so much…(they should have an actual conversation about it in the book and it’s very stupid that they don’t but that’s just a complaint I have about almost every thread in this book so.)

[sophisticatedheart]

Wgat did she mean by this

[russelross68]

dumbass deltarune oc/idea

Since there might be a trend of speech quirks throughout the bosses

Anjle's might be for a word at the end of it's sentence to be spelled backwards

Or

It's might be to refer to people in pronoun form as it and instead of saying gendered names like girl or boy.. It'll just use thing instead leading into it not believing in gender

Anyways, that's all for now.

[succiducus]

he was no ruler, not in his mind at least. his desire to keep his husband's land safe and under a band of unity wasn't akin with a desire for leadership. truth be told, no matter how much he had studied under his father, no matter how much time he spent at the side of his husband while he'd worked, ruling a country simply wasn't, as he'd recently come to understand it, for him. rostam wished for peace, or at least, he wished for his life to be peaceful once more. to bask in the sun in the late afternoon; to walk the palace walls in hopes to tease his husband with sight of him; to laugh freely; to not worry of the look on his face; to be able to breathe - that was what peace felt like to him. "being so far from my country, i have very little duty." the regent admits. "in fact, i wished to get away from it." "i have not travelled that far north to be familiar with such things, no, however, i've heard the culture is rich with myths and tales. do you have a favourite?"

Curtseying to the Sultan, Nell smiled as she took the book from his hands. They noticed his eyes linger, though just barely, on the cover of the old book as he handed it to her. The old book felt familiar in her hands, and though she had many favorites, it had stuck with her through the years as an old friend. Opening it was like stepping into her childhood bed, or lacing up the corset of her favorite dress, and on days where the world felt cold and frightening, the stories warmed them up. “It’s not an intrusion at all! Unless you are otherwise occupied, in which case I would hate to keep you from your duties.” On a normal day, spending time alone with the future ruler of Turkey would have sent a wave of anxiety over them, but not today. Instead, she fellt rather relieved at the company. Nell turned the book over in her hands, running her eyes over the simple cover. “It is a book of myths from my home, old stories of the Norse gods. It was a present from my mother when I started to learn English, and I’ve read it more times than I can count. You could never intrude on my reading of it, because there’s nothing in it I haven’t read a thousand times before.” She said, reminiscing on the day her mother came to her with the book in hand. By now, she could recite any of the stories, but there was a time when the words were entirely foreign to her. “Are you familiar with any of the myths?” 

[earl-grey-love]

That being said, my s/i for mystery man is more of an antagonist than a protagonist. I usually don't join the baddies when shipping with an antagonistic character, but in this case I feel like she's so much of a "problem" character that she crosses that line. Her intentions are good, but she's ultimately too apathetic and therefore selfish for any of that to matter. She has the ability to stop the entire "evil" plot from happening, but she won't because what would be fun about that?

Though she does internalize that motivation much differently by placing the blame on the choices of others, and that they wouldn't want her to interfere anyway. And like why clean up other peoples' mess? Which directly goes against the whole point of her tragic backstory btw. The idea was she was supposed to help and protect people with her abilities, but then bad things happened to her and now she's completely jaded, and not a particularly nice person as a result.

And no, her man doesn't "fix" her at all.

[moongothic]

I know it's just the Terminal Crocodile Brainworms speaking but like

We know both Kuma and Iva-chan would become members of the Revolutionary Army 16 years after the two meet at God's Valley

And like. I can't help but to wonder if Kuma's flashback is going to tie to the backstory of the Revolutionary Army and how he joined the cause, especially since we are going to learn about Iva-chan's backstory at the same time backstory (and Bonney's??? Mom??? I'm assuming???)

And while I don't think we're going to learn much about Dragon through this backstory because. IDK I feel like Oda would save that for later, right now doesn't feel like The Time To Reveal Dragon's Backstory. Not to mention, if this backstory is meant to be About Kuma first and foremost, then adding Dragon into this mix would just distract from Kuma and Bonney's relationship, the current heart of the story (also is why I want to believe Ginny is Bonney's mom, since that would also tie to the heart of the story)

But I can't help but to wonder... if Crocodile was a member of the Revolutionary Army for a while, then might we see him even just briefly at some point during this flashback? Maybe? Perhaps? Even for just a panel or two? Please? Pretty please? 👉👈

[succiducus]

a musical journey through time...

ocean eyes - billie eilish

battlefield - svrcina

elastic heart - sia

victory - two steps from hell

fort william rescue - bear mcreary

when we were young - adele

carry you - ruelle ft fleurie

[ratdetector-x11]

have the blorbos spoken to you on this fine night yet @rat-detector-the-18th

(also remember to actually sleep or I will explode and that's really unfortunate)

[self-shipfromtheeast]

Okay, the charade is over. I think it’s finally, FINALLY time to reveal my secret f/o that I’ve been going on about for months.

*deep breath in*

Ta-da, Here he is! Morceau Oleander from the Psychonauts game series!

…What? Y’all thought I was pulling your leg? Intentionally? Nah, that’s what a competent person would do…😅

Seriously, I feel extremely silly for letting this drag on forever. Hand to God, the reveal was supposed to originally happen after the holidays. But that was a trip I needed a while to recover from, so the curtain stayed closed. Until now!

I love this man with all my heart and soul. No other character has even come close to uprooting him in my mind. Having the extra time was actually somewhat of a benefit in that regard! Experiencing the massive wave that is Hazbin Hotel, filled to the brim with attractive characters, was a true test during that time. The most I got out of that, however, was nothing but crushes. Morce still reigns supreme! 🥇🏆 🥰

So much so, in fact, that March 31st is going to be the day that he and my Psychonauts S/I officially become a couple! I’m beyond excited and relieved to share this with everyone at last. And I can’t wait to show you more about this ship! 💖

[succiducus]

it was but a look; an energetic exchange; a flicker of thought in the colour of eyes - the look of loss was no longer one that he could ignore in the expressions of others. this was his karma, he supposed, as once upon a time grief was nothing more than an experience he had been well-removed from personally. now, every life touched by it had his heart, including the parents and lovers of ever soldier left to rot under the reign of the abduls. "i speak with logic, friend. this palace has been my prison for weeks, every time we step closer to leaving back to our empires, another bout of chaos finds us. i am under the impression that until the murderer of my husband and the rest of the fallen monarchs is brought forth, only negativity will rise on the horizon." he offers them a smile despite his tone, not quite aware of the scowl on his face. "i'm not sure what you mean." he admits honestly, however, the mention of his country piques interest. "what is it like? where you travel from?"

The powers-that-be of grandiose, foreign nations are a hazy memory to him. As is the point, in bringing Brazil and Norway into the fold. Impartial, peacekeeping, and yet keenly aware of loss. They come to bring answers. But the more Alfonso learns, the less he knows. A quizzical brow follows the royal man. A regent sultan, if his advisors were well-advised. And, most relevant to the man Alfonso was, a widower like himself.

Grieving hearts know each other well.

"I needn't question where you fall on the spectrum, then." Alfonso concludes with a small, almost rueful grin. Licking his lips as his eyes track towards the grey skies. "But I have not seen a horizon beyond my own home country in years. Perhaps my optimism is just a result of tedium." Shrugging, he returns his gaze to Persia's regent. "One cannot say the same for the Mughal court, can they?"