#young adelheid

[ailendolin]

German Ghosts Update

The BBC has released this article about the German adaptation of Ghosts, including our first look at its cast!

According to a German article on the website of WDR, Ghosts has started filming on May 22 in the area around Cologne and will finish shooting its first 6-episode series in July.

Characters will include:

Emma and Felix, the young couple who inherit an old mansion

Urs, a Neanderthal

Claudius, a Roman legionnaire

Adelheid, a countess

Griet, a feminist maid

Joachim, an insurance salesman

Svenni, a teacher

Friedrich Dorn, a love-hungry poet

[myrmyrtheorca]

Ranking reveal please ! "5 most compatible with the oc of your choosing amongst khr cast' ✨️ ( — romantic ! or not! it is up to you.) maybe, with explanations? hehe

taking a little break from preparing the answers with the Entity (who was very pleased with them and is trying her best to articulate her answers because she hasn't spoken to people in a while) to do this because I have been hunted for sport when it comes to KW pairings/compatibilities-

These will be for Myr and Lidija, if anyone's curious to see this done with Anemone and Tristam let me know! The post would be too long with all 4 of them I feel qwq'

DISCLAIMER: Myr and Lidija are adults, so every non-familial pairing here listed is assumed to take place in a scenario where both individuals are adults.

-- [Myr] --

Yamamoto Takeshi (romantic) - Myr is naturally more attracted to people with a positive attitude, and Takeshi adds to it with his laid-back personality. They would work well together, whether it's a relationship or a mission. Takeshi's understanding personality would be a good "counter" to Myr's more sharp and aggressive one, though he'd probably draw the line the moment Myr puts herself in danger while trying to prove a point or strike down the enemy. She'd berate him for it, but deep down Myr needs someone to take care of her.  

Adelheid Suzuki (platonic) - one could argue that Adelheid's tendencies to discipline could be a dealbreaker for Myr, but that would mean she wouldn't be friends with Anemone either. Adelheid will fuck you up if it means following her beliefs, and Myr would respect that. I feel like they could bond thanks to their abrasive personalities, Adelheid would have fun trying to get Myr to dress properly and Myr would have fun teasing her and making her angry on purpose.   

Uni (familial/admiration) - a young but strong-willed leader who isn't her brother and who's in DIRE NEED of a big sister ? Sign Myr right up! Myr would immediately recognize that Uni is not exactly a normal girl and that her strength comes from within, not to mention her kindness and the way she maintains her child-like behavior even with the burden of her responsibilities. Myr would love to act as a big sister to her and with enough time she'd make a loyal subordinate and close friend.  

Superbi Squalo (admiration/romantic) - to the surprise of absolutely nobody, yeah. Squalo is pride incarnate, he has a title, he's feared, and most of all, independent. That's exactly the person Myr would like to become deep down, at the cost of proving right all those who already consider her to be a monster. He's the living proof that being ruthless gets you what you want, and while she tries to push those violent thoughts away for the sake of Lidija and her newfound friends, he'd be like a "Stop Being Nice, Go Apeshit" switch. After all, if she was as strong as him, she could take back all that was taken from her by her family.  

Lancia (romantic) - ok so canon gives out exactly 0 info about Lancia other than "he's actually Not the Bad Guy", but. As mentioned Myr tends to associate herself with strong people because she likes the challenge, but here we have a man trying to salvage what's left of his life because he was too strong and got manipulated because of it. It would be a great wake-up call for Myr, because she too is subjected to prejudice because of her past (in her case, her lineage) and Lancia would be the one to tell her that revenge and hate are not roads to follow.

-- [Lidija] --

Chrome Dokuro (romantic/platonic) - Lidija is a natural caretaker, and would immediately understand that Chrome is delicate. She needs time, it's a trial-and-error process with her. But just like she did with Myr, when she's dedicated to making a person smile, she doesn't give up that easily. I feel like Chrome would learn to see that Lidija is a safe place, but whether that would develop into something romantic is something I myself don't know if it could happen. I feel like Chrome's sense of relationships is a little warped seeing everything she's gone through.  

Tsunayoshi Sawada (platonic) - discovering that the most rumored family in the Cavalieri halls is run by such a genuine and brave person would absolutely make Lidija Tsuna's number 1 fan. I don't have much on these two, Lidija's extroverted manners would probably make Tsuna feel a little embarrassed (think a bit of Haru's effect), but overall she'd be a loyal subordinate.  

Lussuria (platonic) - they would be such a POWER DUO. Lidija could even learn a thing or two about sass. Since I HC Luss to be both an ex-stylist and an ex-architect, they'd have such long and interesting talks about a variety of topics. And of course, Lidija could absolutely act as a model for their fashion experiments! Overall I think Luss would act as an "enabler" for the more flamboyant part of her extroverted personality.  

Dino Cavallone (romantic) - YEAH HE'S HERE TOO LXD FANS REJOICE I've always been a supporter of her and Dino myself because he has the looks of the typical prince charming and the goofness of, well... Dino Cavallone. What else to add? He's gentle, devoted, honorable, and would have a hard time saying no when she asks for him to gift her something expensive. As a treat.  

Irie Shoichi (romantic) - he'd be like a plush toy Lidija can sport around. His soft but dedicated personality would really complement hers, and he'd probably trigger her more protective side with all his stress symptoms. Plus, she'd make the cutest assistant!

[aoioozora]

CoD Ghosts OC: Adelheid "Storm Petrel" Krause - About

Finally got around to making an informative post about Adelheid! Let me know if you have any suggestions :)

Basics:

Full name: Adelheid Krause Callsign/Codename: Storm Petrel, Petrel Personal nicknames: Adelie, Heidi Age: 28 Birthday: December 22, 1999 Height: 6'0 / 182cm Hair color: Ash brown Eye color: Green Ethnicity: German Citizenship: American Place of birth: Dresden, Germany Languages spoken: German, English, Spanish Branch: US Marine Corps Rank: Sergeant

Childhood:

Adelheid was born on a cold winter night in Dresden. She was born out of wedlock to her teenaged parents; her mother Emilia was 15 and her father Erich, who was 16. The couple stayed together and raised Adelheid with the help and support of their parents. By the time she was 14, her now-married parents managed to earn enough money to immigrate to the United States, where they settled in Fredericksburg, Texas, specifically because of the German settlements there.

Her father, a huge basketball fan and an excellent player himself, worked as a basketball coach in the same high school that Adelheid attended. Her mother was a housewife. Adelheid expressed an interest in joining the military when she heard the stories of their old veteran neighbour who was a Marine. As soon as she finished high school, at the age of eighteen, she joined the Marine Corps.

She has had a rather normal childhood in Germany since she was just like the others, but moving to the United States, especially with a thick German accent didn't make it easy for her to assimilate with her peers in school and in the neighbourhood. The struggles to assimilate were felt by her parents too, and pulling by financially was difficult, causing tensions in her home. To not trouble her parents too much, she learnt independence young.

She was eighteen and in the middle of basic training at the time of the ODIN strike.

Personality:

MBTI: ISTJ- A (Logistician)

Adelheid is very solitary and prefers her own company most of the time. Her circle of friends is very small and intimate and makes friends with people very slowly, preferring to take her time to get to know them. She does get lonely sometimes, though.

As a German, being responsible, punctual, and disciplined came naturally. She is very practical and logical, sometimes almost to a fault. She is a perfectionist and will push herself to excellence, but would not go too far as to destroy her health in the process.

She can be extremely rigid, adhering to rules too closely, and her logical-mindedness makes her struggle with being empathetic. Though it's a struggle, she does try her hardest to understand other people's perspectives and feelings.

She is hyper-independent and tends to bottle up her emotions to not inconvenience anybody, though it ends up being an inconvenience to her more than anything.

She is honest. While it's a good thing, she sometimes struggles with gentle honesty. Being German and living in Germany, she is used to honesty being dished out straight. On the flip side, this trait makes her a trustworthy and reliable teammate and friend.

She is knowledgeable. She spends downtime with her nose in books. She likes to read all sorts of genres but likes historical books the most.

She is calm and level-headed. Partly due to bottling her feelings, very few things can get an actual rise out of her. Some things that piss her off are sudden plans with no planned out structure, and disregarding established rules. Stability and order are very important to her.

Her love and kindness is shown in acts of service and gift giving. She's not exactly the most openly warm and caring, but she has a tenderness and care that is often misunderstood by others. The way to know if she loves and adores you is if she cooks or bakes you anything. She's not big on words of affirmation (she's German, come on) but the highest compliment from her would be "nicht schlecht" (not bad).

She's not very expressive, and if you say something funny to her, she'll manage a small, polite smile and chuckle. But on the rare occasion when she does smile widely or laugh genuinely, she accidentally dazzles anyone who witnesses it.

Behind the Name:

Adelheid means "noble" or "nobility". She was given this name because her parents believed they descended from a line of Prussian nobles.

Krause is an old Prussian noble surname that means curly.

Behind the Callsign:

While nicknames and callsigns in the US military come from a soldier's embarrassing moments, Adelheid got hers differently.

She exhibited bravery and pluck during a mission in rescuing several of her fellow soldiers who were injured and stuck in especially sticky mud under the flood waters and couldn't come out no matter how much they tried. Far from help, she singlehandedly pulled out and carried the others one by one and brought them to safety despite nearly sinking in the marsh herself. She screamed for help over the wind and pouring rain, knowing that more Marines were following behind them (she forgot that she had an intercom to use).

Reinforcements heard her cries and quickly came rushing. By this time, she had gotten almost everyone out and was emerging from under the flood waters carrying her fellow in a fireman's carry. In the flash of lightning, it was a sight to see a giantess carrying a man on her shoulders like he was just a sack of wheat, not to mention being drenched and weighed down by her wet clothes and gear, screaming from the bottom of her lungs in the dark.

But adrenaline is one hell of a drug, especially for a Marine.

They helped her get the men to safety, and after it all, she passed out from sheer exhaustion. One of the more poetic and philosophical Marines quipped that she reminded him of a poem of a storm petrel, how it "bravely cried and flew in the wings of the storm" and how she "walked on water" like Peter from the Bible. The other Marines thought that 'Storm Petrel' was a silly name and nobody called her that except for the philosophical Marine.

The name began to stick when she and others were deployed on a sea mission to infiltrate and drown a ship. Since storm petrels are considered bad luck to sailors for their ability to sense storms, a storm started brewing no sooner she and the others set foot on the ship and began clearing it. The same philosophical Marine decided to keep track of how many storms she attracted (be it on land or sea) and he found that she did so 60% of the time. The name then stuck to her firmly.

For the most part, she is called Petrel.

A quote that defines her:

"My alone feels so good, I'll only have you if you're sweeter than my solitude.” - Warsan Shire

Her favourite stuff:

Favourite song: Sonne by Rammstein

Favourite food: Eintopf, Kartoffelsuppe, Shepherds pie

Favourite desserts: Baumkuchen, apple pie, doughnuts

Favourite drinks: Beer, affogato

Favourite colour: Yellow

Favourite books: Iron Kingdom: The Rise and Downfall of Prussia by Christopher Clark, Persuasion by Jane Austen

Fun Facts:

She has a massive appetite and can eat a LOT, which is not surprising considering her height and her physically demanding career.

She's never been in love or dated ever. Men find her too serious and she finds most men too frivolous.

She has a scrapbook journal that she likes to fill in with dried flowers and leaves, receipts, tiny plastic zip lock packets of local soil from her travels, and crumpled pieces of notepaper filled with her thoughts.

Depending on her mood, she'll either listen to metal, classical, or pop. She mostly listens to metal.

Despite living for a long time in the United States, Americanisms still baffle her.

She hates the Imperial measurement system even though she got used to it rather quickly.

She's a terrible singer. It's like chalk on a blackboard.

She can tie a cherry stem with her tongue.

That's all for now! More to come ;)

[uten4]

Descriptions of each faction under the cut

Night Blade - Founded by the first village of in-Births (power wielders), a centuries-old organization dedicated to protecting the secret of the Hollow Night and suppressing Voids. Notable members are Kuon, Linne, Waldstein, Seth, and Hyde.

Licht Kreis - Posing to the world at large as a normal charitable organization, this all-female group crushes Voids and will do anything it takes to maintain order in the Night. Some notable members are Adelheid, Wagner, Orie (former?), Mika, and Kaguya.

Amnesia - A self-proclaimed "evil" group that wants to control the Night with their strength and preserve the freedom to use their powers as they please. All known members (though some have left) are Hilda, Gordeau, Chaos, Enkidu, Uzuki, and Joker.

EFG - A student-run organization that hunts Voids and counsels young new in-Births about their powers, in return for them following the rules and not using their powers freely. Notable members are Tsurugi, Phonon (former), and Komatsu.

Ritter Schild - The all-male counterpart to Licht Kreis. Relations are strained between the two. They're known more for information-gathering and power development. Only known member is Londrekia.

Bankikai - Similar to Amnesia, an organization that wanted to gather power and numbers while fighting it out in the Hollow Night. Known members were Ogre, Strix, and Zohar.

[lenniharrisonsims]

Victor Loses Faith of Windenburgian People

Recent popularity polls conducted in Windenburg show that the majority of the people hate Victor as their monarch!

(Long post, sorry)

Popularity polls are held all the time in many different monarchies across the globe. They're conducted by independant groups and news organizations as a way the gauge how the public is feeling about a particular public figure at any given time- especially royal ones that we don't get to vote for. Well, a recent poll was conducted in Windenburg that managed to ask over 50% of Windenburg's 80 million citizens, and the results don't look good...for Victor.

Only 1% of the citizens polled said they actually loved Victor as their monarch! No monarch in the history of Windenburg has ever scored so low! Of course, what does that mean for a representative we the people have no control over, no way to vote them out? Well, the questions were phrased like this:

"How do you feel about Emperor Victor as your Monarch? Love, Hate, or Indifferent to?"

"How do you feel about the Windenburgian Royal Family, excluding Victor and his two most recent wives, focusing on the original family of Queen Agathe, Prince Jonas, Prince Eugene, and Princess Emma? Love, Hate, or Indifferent to?"

Only 1% of those polled said they loved having Victor as their monarch, whereas 89% of those polled said they still loved the royal family, excluding Victor. That's a huge gap in popularity!

74% of citzens polled said they hated Victor, where only 5% said they hated the rest of the Royal Family.

And finally, 25% said they were indifferent to Victor, and only 6% said they were indifferent to the rest of the royal family.

What a huge blow for Victor!

(Queen Agathe, Victor's first wife, the highest ranking of all the Windenburgian Royals)

Citizens were also asked follow up interview questions after completeing the polls, and there may be hope for the monarchy yet!

Windenburgians were asked if they could vote to change the system, would they vote for a complete end of the monarchy in Windenburg, or would they vote to oust Victor and replace him with another member of the royal family? 92% of those polled said they were replace Victor with another member of the Royal family if they could, instead of completely erasing monarchy in Windenburg.

(Prince Eugene, next in line for his grandfather's throne, sits at number 3 in the polls, behind his grandmother, Queen Agathe, and surprisingly his uncle, Prince Jonas)

Finally- those who were polled against Victor were asked what the major deciding factors were for their vote. The answers won't surprise you.

(Left: The late Crown Princess Martha remained steadfastly at the #1 spot of popular royals until her passing. Right: Martha and her husband, Albert, Duke Windslar, holding their younngest child, Princess Edaline)

Number one on the voters minds that turned them against Emperor Victor, was his supposed treatment of his daughter and heir- Crown Princess Martha. Rumors have been flying that it was Victor who demanded the Crown Princess continue to try to have more children (sons) even after her doctors advised against it after her difficult pregnancy with Princess Emma. The people (and allegedly Queen Agathe) blame the Emperor for the death of the Crown Princess, who used to be the #1 favorite polled member of the royal family. Though there's no proof for it, rumors can be dangerous...

(Left: Victor marries Lady Adelheid, a young woman more than 40 years his junior. Right: Victor marries long-time mistress, Ms. Isabella Bray, legitimizing their two sons)

The number two reason citizens hate Victor is his Polygamy- or more acurately- his discarding of his first wife, Queen Agathe, for younger wives or those who could give him more sons. Queen Agathe, who has comfortably sat at the #2 spot in the polls for most of her marriage to Victor, has a huge following of support in Windenburg. After the passing of her daughter, Crown Princess Martha, Agathe has easily moved up to the #1 spot for her dedication to her children and grandchildren, her numerous charitable donations, and her devotion to the Church of Windenburg. Victor's seeming abandonment of her in Sulani after Martha's death has only fueled the people's devotion to her more. They believe she has been wronged, and deserves justice.

(Top: Liberation of Tartosa, where Prince Jonas was taken prisoner by the Simsdom Empire. Middle: Liberation of Sulani, where Queen Agathe, Duke Albert, Princess Edaline, Prince Eugene, and Princess Mathilda were captured by the Simsdom Empire. Bottom: Victor's "new" family- a daughter with Empress Adelheid, and two sons with Queen Isabella)

The third reason is that Victor has seemingly abandoned his "first" family- the family had by his first wife, Queen Agathe. The people's loyalty to Agathe spills over into her offspring, and they also feel betrayed by Victor. For a man who claims to put family first above all else, family and tradition, the second his family is taken by the Simsdom Empire as PoW, he just moves on to newer models- namely, Princess Margarette from Empress Adelheid, and Princes Antony and Austin from Queen Isabella. What does he need the old family for, when he has new ones, new sons, that aren't in captivity by the Simsdom Empire? The people wonder if Victor has any loyalty at all...

(Prince Antony donating 1 million dollars to the Simsdom War Effort, pictured with Tsarina Ekaterina and Crown Princess Ophelia)

The final straw was an event that only occured this week- one of Victor's newest members of the family, Prince Antony, was seen very publicly donating a huge sum of money to the Simsdom Imperial War Effort, and giving a speech about fighting against tyrrany and oppression that was clearly about Victor. Those who were polled wonder about, not just Victor's loyalty to his family, but his family's loyalty to him. If Victor can take an illegitimate son with no title, and raise him up to a prince, putting him in the line of succession ahead of his "natural born" son, Prince Jonas, and still that son chooses to side with Victor's enemy? What does that say about Victor and how he treats his family? Is he just a cruel as the rumors say?

(Princess Emma, who Victor had shipped off to Newcrest to live with the usurpers there)

After everything, it's no wonder the people have lost faith in their monarch. He seems to do whatever he pleases whenever he pleases, with no regard for anyone besides himself. Victor needs to act fast to regain their trust and respect or the people may end this war themselves... with a guillotine!

[multeasers]

@fallesto said : In a serene countryside village, cradled by undulating hills and lush, evergreen woods, an unpretentious farmhouse stood quietly. The dawn's gentle light bathed the landscape in a warm glow, highlighting the dew-laden grass and the chickens busily pecking at the earth. Above the distant crowing of a rooster, the soft rustle of leaves danced in the breeze, sharing whispers of the night’s mysteries. Inside the corral, a young girl moved with a tender determination. Though petite for her age, her wild hair framed a face brimming with aspirations. She shared a unique connection with the animals, particularly the horses. Her gaze swept across the enclosure until it settled on a figure that seemed to shine with an inner brilliance.

Adelheid, the horse adorned with a tail that sparkled like the night sky, stepped gracefully from the shadows. Her coat shimmered in the morning light, standing out against the others who remained in peaceful slumber. The girl felt an inexplicable attraction to her, a bond that transcended words. She approached the fence, her hand reaching out, and Adelheid, as if attuned to her feelings, took a step closer. The atmosphere on the farm buzzed with excitement as she reached through the weathered wooden slats. Adelheid lowered her head, inviting the girl to caress her soft, velvety nose. A surge of energy coursed through her, like an unspoken bond shared between two souls. In that fleeting moment, it felt as though the horse truly understood her, revealing that she had discovered something far beyond mere companionship—she had unearthed a fragment of the enchantment that lingered in the world's quiet murmurs. They engaged in a wordless exchange, the only sound being the gentle huffs of Adelheid's breath. Her heart raced as the realization dawned upon her: the stars woven into Adelheid's tail were not just a whimsical design; they mapped a journey to an extraordinary realm. A place where the boundary between reality and fantasy was as delicate as the transition from waking to dreaming. And she felt an unwavering certainty that the horse was poised to guide her there. // unprompted

Estelle’s no stranger to interacting with horses—the castle had never let her venture out to the stables for her to do it, but after meeting everyone and going out to save the world, she’d learned more than just a thing or two about them—but this one in particular has just...completely and endlessly captivated her. From the zing of energy she felt upon touching the gorgeous creature’s snout to realizing that this creature is far, far more than any ordinary horse, her interest has been piqued; she herself has been intrigued.

“You’re so beautiful.” She can’t help but to breathe out, her air leaving her all at once—she hadn’t even realized she’d been holding it. “Do you... Are you wanting me to go with you?”

They’re both of different qualities—she, the Child of the Full Moon; this creature, something she can’t even imagine—but she thinks she understands what the other wants of her. Maybe she should be worried, knows a certain best friend of hers would want her to be, but she can’t help but to want to follow this being where it decides to go. She has a feeling she won’t come to harm, her gut clear of warnings...but even if she’s wrong, she’s still a fighter. She will be okay.

She is more than capable of protecting herself and her newfound companion.

“I’ll follow you.” She promises brightly, sweetly, as she brushes her hand down the being’s mane. “Wherever you go, I can follow you, so...

“Please, will you take me there?”

[hel-phoenyx]

Elijah/Sharon is the Almighty gf's character, Salimeh @noa-de-cajou's, Virgil @thal-ent's and Tomyris @soupedepates'

There is a TW suicide attempt at some point

"Mother, who is that?"

They are in a church, probably the most beautiful one of all Amsterdam. People talk when they see the family strolling through the benches, on the low voice of the terrified, the awed and the reverent.

None of the van Heels really care. Who would care about ants under their feet ?

Adelheid van Heel, probably the most haughty of all, bring down her eyes to those of her only son, emotionless meeting curious. He is pointing with his tiny finger the figure of the Christ, left on the cross to die, eyes close and head tilted. The eldest is deep into prayer, and the grandparents are showing Diederik and Felicia the altar, talking about the soon baptism of baby Justen not yet born.

She sighs, looking at the Christ with disdain. Never has she found interest in the scriptures her parents and brother wanted to sell her, finding their teachings too dated, to patriarcal for her goals. But the curiosity she sees gleaming on Emerens's face pleases her. He'll need that, to understand her world. And one who can understand her world can control it.

"That's Jesus Christ, sweetie. The son of God."

"Why is he on the cross ?"

"He was preaching a parole of love of the divine, and the Roman Empire with their pagan idols didn't like that. So, when he was betrayed, they executed him by nailing him on a cross and leaving him to die."

"That's... Painful."

He looks back to the figure of the Christ, his curiosity now tainted with reverence. That boy lets himself be too touched by these kinds of stories, she thinks. She will have to excise that later. Curiosity is not submission.

"Maybe. but it was not for nothing. The scripture says he died to pardon our sins, and when his martyr was over, God ascended him to godhood with Him."

"So God didn't abandon him ?"

She put her hand on the shoulder of her son, so tall arelad and yet so fragile. What would she feel if he was nailed on the cross for the simple crime of being ?

"Of course not. What parent would abandon their child?"

Emerens smiled, but his next question was cut short by the harsh voice of his grandmother.

'Adelheid, stop stalling and come over here. We have to think about little Mareva's baptism too."

A roll of her eyes, and she shooed her children towards her parents. If she had a word in this, she thought, neither Mareva or her two eldest would have undergone baptism. But she was still young, still under her parent's icy grip, and she needed to seem conciliant if she wanted to hide all of her work towards stripping them of all they took for granted.

She looked at her brother, so smug and petulant and limp in his trust fund he would never think about losing. Her parents, locked in an other age, wanting their children to adress them as milord and milady by their nobility rights she didn't see a point in.

She looked at Emerens and Elvira, so innocent, so little. They took from their father, so young but taller than any children their age. Elvira had his smile and laughter, and Emerens his way to ruffle his hair that she only sees when they're alone, far, far away from that world of lies and fake.

Her perfect weapons to take over and at the same time her tiny children that needed a mother.

"God won't save you, she mumbled under her breath. Him, nor traditions lost by time and uncertainty."

Nobody heard those words. But on her lips grew a little smile from the satisfaction of blasphemating in the House of the Lord.

***

"What are you doing?"

Startled, Emerens jumped a little. Elijah was sitting in the bed next to him, his eyes full of wonder brushing across the other one's position. Still on his knees, Emerens lifted his head, disjointing his hands locked in prayer.

"Oh, I'm praying!"

"That doesn't look like the prayers I'm used to, back home. What religion are you?"

"Christian protestant. I'm not practicing much, he laughed with an embarassed smile, but grandmother told me prayers helped people feel better by sharing their concerns with God, and that God would help me, so..."

Elijah lifted an eyebrow.

"Didn't take you for the type to ask for His help. is it that hard here ?"

He hesitated. Of course, it was hard. Saint-Cyr was eating him away, it was not difficult to realise. He hated everything, the classes, the teachers, the strict rules upheld everywhere. Curfew at this hour, eating at this one, and ressources are sparse so no second refills. No eating outside of hours, no candy for studying, no noise of any kind in the library, everyting was just a succession of interdictions evrn worse than in the Scriptures.

But he had friends, he had Elijah, and he had Thibault, so it couldn't be that hard. God may have put them in his path so he could bear the weight of his family's expectations, he doesn't know, and that won't stop him from praying.

Because such a gift cannot be ruined by worry and sadness.

He must be the happy one.

For their sake, and his own.

So, he just smiled a little.

"Oh no, not that much. But it feels good talking to God. I haven't got an answer as humans would give me, but I can talk, at least."

He can't be ungrateful towards his only source of happiness. He can't ruin God's gift by making them sad. What would be the point of a gift, then?

***

He's alone, in his room, his hands joined in prayer. Blood is circling his wrists like it once did to the Christ, but the Christ didn't cry, the Christ didn't begged, and the Christ was answered to with godhood.

How cruel must one be to take back a gift? He's alone in his room, Elijah away who knows where, and the letters stopped coming a long time ago. He knows his cousin is there, somewhere, in the school, but seeking her was worth nothing. No one is answering his prayers.

He's alone, on his knees, the blood dripping from his arms. He didn't cut that deep, he didn't sat in a bathtub like that upperclassman told him was the most efficient method, and he's waiting for a bliss and a rest that doesn't come, prostred on the floor, tears blended with vermillon.

Nothing came to support the weight.

Nothing came to soothe the pain.

He called for his mother, for Thibault, for Elijah. For the Christ, for God, for anyone kind enough to help him.

But nobody came.

When they found him, he was already out of it, dazed by the blood loss. It was not too late to save him, and emergency services weren't needed, the school infirmary and rest would be enough. But he was not awarded one, or the other. Only a stern speech, his wrist bandaged in tainted white, on the necessity to not disturb the ones that were strong enough to work.

***

He woke up in the hospital, the tears creasing his face, not as deep as what's under the bandages. He remembers calling for help, Thibault's name heavy on his tongue, the first one coming out of his mouth. He remembers crying out for Elijah, sobs hurting his throat that he can now feel, now that he's not numbed by that emptiness in his head.

He remembers the word of God rolling past his lips.

But in front of him, there is no God, no Thibault, no Elijah. No mother. Onl a man in a white coat looking at him with concern on his face hurt by fatigue and age.

"You're up, kid. How are you feeling?"

There's so much in that question, now that he can't feel the cutter on his hand. The doctor, since a man in a white coat in a room whiter than him must be a doctor, certainly did feel its weight, though. How else to explain the pain seeping through the wrinkles?

He tries to lift his arms. The pain instantly stops him. Pain, everywhere on his bandaged forearms. he remembers how deep the pain cut, how far he guided it upon his flesh.

He doesn't answer.

The doctor sighs.

"At least you can try to move a little, I guess that's a good sign. You really scared me there, kid. A teen, with your wounds, and so much blood lost... I thought you were done for."

That would have been better. Or is it ? He doesn't know. Only thing that he's sure of is that there will be no godhood for him. Only loneliness in oblivion.

Is that was thr Christ felt on the cross ?

In that case, why didn't He helped, why didn't He soothe ? Didn't He die so no one would ever be sujected to His martyr?

Why didn't anybody answer his prayers?

A creak. The chair of the doctor rolls towards him, not too much, only so he can see the marks on his face. Tears scrubbed hastily so no one can see them. But he always saw too much.

Why did that doctor cry?

"Look, i'm not gonna ask what led you there. I see a lot of kids like you, that think they don't have any other choice. But if you ever want help, I'll try to help, even if it's talking about something unrelated."

A little smile grew on the man's lips as he was saying this.

"By the way, if you're wondering about your personal effects, the nurse will bring them to you when you'll be out of reanimation. There's that pretty necklace and a notebook. Blood tainted the cover but I think most of the words are intact."

Right. The necklace, and the manuscript. The only thing left from a time where he was happy.

He knows the doctor is not talking about his cross. Because he threw it away in a pool of blood.

***

"By God that doesn't exist, i'm surrounded by idiots."

No other head turned towards him than Tomyris', a pensive expression on her soft face. He's not exaclty friends with her, per say, they are opposites in every point of view. But Sharon and Salimeh wanted a little polycule outing. Salimeh brought Tomyris. And Sharon brought him.

So now he's talking with the giant girl, his metamour once removed. Well, not giant for him, or he would have to give that adjective to Elvira, too. How would he admit that his sister is five inches taller than him at least?

The conversation wandered a bit, on the school, the matchmakers, Tomyris' life with Jennifer now that they were finally together, and now, Bastien and Virgil's whole pining problem. Since Tomyris knew Virgil, she herself had a lot to say about it, and gave Emerens an insight on the vampire hunter's thinking he wouldn't even have thought about. But even she would agree with that last sentence, even when she understood better than him the religious trauma of the one that grew up in a cult.

Still, her face was dubitative.

"I have a question to ask of you, if you don't mind."

"Go ahead."

"What is it with you and God? Everytime you mention His name, it is to add that He doesn't exist. I find that... Off-putting."

"Did I offend you?"

The question was genuine, even though he couldn't stop that little spike of sarcasm to mark his words. Luckily, Tomyris is not familiar with sarcasm, especially the soft, unnoticeable one he's used to when he's pissed.

"No, not really. I... Understand people don't believe. But atheists usually don't feel the need to add "that doesn't exist" after every mention of Him. So I was... Curious."

Fair enough. He is among the most overzealous atheists he knows, after all, and even people that don't believe don't make it a point to remind people they don't. But that urge is always compelling him, ever since that day when his prayers were left unanswered.

"You're not obligated to answer, added precipitally Tomyris in front of his silence. That was just bugging me, I figured I could ask you."

"Oh, no, it's okay. It's just... Well. I was Christian once."

"Catholic?"

"Protestant. Family tradition, even though mother never forced it on me. I was a believer for a long time."

"Why did you stop?"

"Stopped seeing a point."

No need to add more. That is supposed to be enough. And certainly, for Tomyris, that is enough. Nonetheless, her face went pensive, almost like she was trying, and managing, to understand his point of view on the situation.

"I never though there was a... Point, in faith. It's a strenght you carry with you, that soothes you and follows you through the hardships. Everyone has their own faith, and in different forms, like Salimeh's and Sharon's belief in Islam's values. But the strenght behind faith is the same, even though the expression is different."

"I thought so once, but it just felt so... Empty, at some point."

"I don't want to lecture you, promise. But dropping all of it to that extreme maybe wasn't the solution... There may be another way to adapt your faith?"

"if there was a goddamn way, why didn't anybody answer me ?!"

He didn't mean to shout. But that, even though Tomyris was well-intentioned, was the breaking point. That was rubbing in his face everything he thought at the hospital, every moment he believed he failed, and was cast aside by the one he seeked so badly during all those months.

Tomyris' face contracted. She held a hand in pardon, or in an attempt to make him shut up, but it was to late. The gates were open and every feeling he held for so long was flooding through.

"I did everything by the book, goddamnit. I prayed, I offered my belief, I tried to see faith as that strenght you, my family, Saint-Cyr was selling me, the support in hardships, the power to rest upon! And where was that strenght where I needed it?!"

Something is hurting his eyes. Tears. The same tears he cried years ago.

"What god is cruel enough to let a child die alone and abandoned by everything he once cherished?! What god takes back what he offers day after day after day?! If there is a god, Tomyris, if something up there heard my prayers while I was bleeding out, he abandoned me like everything else did and I can't bear that, you get it?!"

The tears are now streaming down his face, lost in sobs and claws deep in his throat, in his arms, everywhere. Only thing that doesn't hurt, that doesn't burn, is a soft palm on his shoulder, warm behind the cold fabric, big enough to break his neck but comforting like one does to a child.

The comfort that lacked so many years ago.

"If there is a god, Tomyris, it is kinder to me to imagine he isn't there, rather than he was and left me to rot. Kinder to me, and kinder to Him, and every other that like me thought He would help."

She didn't say anything else.

What even was there to be said ?

[lgbtmi]

😥 🖤💭 for willow & addison!!!

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😥 SAD BUT RELIEVED FACE — is your oc prone to getting stressed out, or is it easy for them to keep their cool?

Willow should be on mood stabilisers but instead she just does cocaine. Her default state is stressed out. She has multiple people in her direct surroundings who try their best to keep her normal, though. People who believe in her, which is good enough to usually keep her from completely breaking down when shit gets too complicated.

Addison does not get stressed out. Or- she gets the jitters before big performances, but she's good at not letting it get to her. She's yet to come across a situation where she's truly stressed out, but even then I'm pretty sure she can at least keep a straight face. It'll most likely hit it at a later time.

🖤 BLACK HEART — has your oc killed or seriously wounded anyone before? have they broken someone's heart and/or broken someone's trust?

Willow is the only person in her coterie who is "not wanted for murder". She has her beast under control most of the time, subdues it with substances and a strong urge to Not Want to Murder. Which is fine! She has definitely had too much to drink in a bar bathroom and had an ambulance called on a lover or two, but nothing has had a more profound impact on Willow herself than when she had to turn her best friend into a ghoul. Except maybe when she had to extradite her grandsire Adelheid to avoid blame and save her own life. Sure, Adelheid agreed to this, and sure, Sasha was the one who initially pushed the stake through Adelheid, but after that, her coterie wanted to talk to Adelheid. The stake was removed. And it was Willow who ended that sequence with the blood of her grandsire on her hands. It's a triple whammy. She's broken her own heart - or literally broken Adelheids -, it feels like she broke Adelheids trust, and a stake through the heart is absolutely a serious wound. So much for being the only one not wanted for murder.

Addison has not yet killed anyone. Seriously wounded, maybe, but not to her personal knowledge. Her story gets interesting when you look at the latter of the questions though. She cheated on her girlfriend, willingly and for a prolonged period of time-. Except it was induced by a vampire using her special powers on Addison and promising her the world. She was young, naive, and didn't realise what was happening until her relationship blew up because of it. Addison would do anything to turn that back. She's still madly in love with Hailey, and can't let her go. Hailey is still the base of Addison's humanity, and if it were up to Addison, she'd flip the whole world to get a second chance.

💭 THOUGHT BALLOON — what is your oc's MBTI, enneagram, and/or other personality aspects (if known/interested in)?

Willow's MBTI would be ENFP-T (Campaigner). Very pronounced. Very mindful. Don't look into it too much. It probably stands for extroverted neurotic freak of a person - truthfully.

Addison's a ENFJ-A (Protagonist) personality type, but NF could have easily gone the other way. It checks out, though. She's a theatre kid, a theatre shooting star. Or was, but you can take the girl out of the theatre, but you can't take the theatre out of the girl.

[onna-musha-mari]

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𝔽/𝕠 𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 + 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕥𝕒𝕘𝕤

ℝ𝕠𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝 𝔽/𝕠’𝕤 ❤️

Aaravos (The Dragon prince) - Starlight 💜✨ Adrian Alucard Tepes (Castlevania) - Sundrop 💛🦇 Giyu Tomioka (Demon Slayer) - Dewdrop 💙💧 Howl Jenkins Pendragon (Howl’s Moving Castle) - Drama King ❤️✨ Lotor (Voltron) - Lo 💜🌌 Neuvillette (Genshin Impact) - Neuvi 💙🌧️ Suguru Geto (Jujutsu Kaisen) - Sugu 💙🐉 Vax’ildan Vessar (Vox Machina) - Vaxxie 🤎🐦‍⬛ William James Moriarty (Moriarty the Patriot) - Liam ❤️📖

𝔽𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕒𝕝 𝔽/𝕠’𝕤

Albert James Moriarty (Moriarty the Patriot) - Al 🍷 Grog Strongjaw (Vox Machina) - Big Guy 🍺 Keyleth (Vox Machina) - Kiki ���� Leola (The Dragon Prince) - Little Unicorn 🦄 Louis James Moriarty (Moriarty the Patriot) - Loui ☕️ Markl/Micheal (Howl’s moving castle) - Little Apprentice 🪄 Percy De rolo (Vox Machina) - Specs 🔫 Pidge Holt (Voltron) - Pigeon 💻 Pike Trickfoot (Vox Machina) - Pikes 🔆 Scanlan Shortholt (Vox Machina) - Short Stack 🎶 Sypha Belnades (Castlevania) - Sy 🔥 Trevor Belmont (Castlevania) - Belmont 🗡️ Vex’ahila Vessar (Vox Machina) - Stubby 🏹 Tanjiro Kamado (Demon Slayer) - Young Kamado ☀️

𝕄𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕆𝕔’𝕤/𝕊𝕚’𝕤 + 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕞𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕒

Adelheid Mahler (Castlevania) Cassiopeia - (Cassi) (Voltron) Eliza Dove (Moriarty the Patriot) Fuka Satio (Jujutsu Kaisen) Fulmati (Genshin Impact) Saoirse (Howl’s moving castle) Sunako Asaba (Demon Slayer) Vladislava (Vox Machina) Yvaine (The Dragon Prince)

[doueverwonder]

Can I hear more about your OC's? Doesn't matter who, it can be any

YES YES YOU CAN I LOVE YOU SO MUCH

okokokokok so this is going to be SO disorginized but i'm gonna talk about my hre oc bc the only canon character i truly hate is hre i want to punt the child

her human name is Adelheid Dietrich but she regularly just goes by Heidi. Her first name means Nobility, and her last name means Ruler of the people; very fitting name for how much power she held in Europe for so long.

Her parents are Gaul and Germania, she very notably was never very close with her mother, and very close with her father until the the last few years of his life. (The Saxon wars, and Heimeric's own refusal to convert contributed to the deterioration in their relationship but that deserves it's own post) I don't have her exact year of birth pinned down yet, but sibling wise she is between Austria and Switzerland. Roderich being a few years older, and Aldrich being a few years younger. Heidi is only 1 of 2 girls in the family and was fiercely protective of Belgium, even as adults, if anything happened to Bel she would regularly blame herself for 'letting' it happen. She had decently rocky relationships with most of her siblings, but would get in screaming matches with Denmark over the most insignificant things. Reasonably bitter because she did end up substitute mom for about half her younger siblings, specifically Netherlands, Belgium & England. And she should not have had to do that. Eldest Daughter Syndrome(TM) personified. Would get into an argument with Dan, Nor, and Swe not long after their father died that would consist of "Everything i've done to keep our family together and this is how you thank me? 'No'? Just because you don't want to? Do you know all i've given up? I didn't get a childhood. But it's fine. Do what you want." v much a The things she said weren't right, but the emotions she was having were definitely there.

She was terrified of death. Just from the moment she gained consciousness she couldn't think of anything worse then running out of time. And tbh that's probably what drew her to Christianity, and kept her there, the idea that death wouldn't be the end, and it would be a happy after. John 3:16 "For God so loved the world that He gave His only son, so that everyone who believes in him might not perish but have eternal life" She's sold before the missionary can say anything else. That didn't stop her from being independent to a fault, which is where Lutheranism came into play; she was tired of being under Vatican's thumb (for lack of better term) so the moment the Reformation came around she was on board with that too. But all of that isn't to say she didn't have a complicated relationship with religion especially after a relationship--that i'll get to in a minute--constantly held it over her head as the whole reasoning for why she shouldn't do certain things; and it always worked because nothing scared her more than the idea that doing something would send her to Hell.

Anyway on romantic relationships; she was super queer. Would probably identify as bisexual in the year of our Lord 2023. She only ever had 2 notably relationships with other personifications; the first was with Czechia. It was very secretive, they were young, and dumb, and swore they would love no one but each other. (I actually wrote a little thing about them here). It somewhat obviously did not work out, because Heidi was scared of someone finding out about them, and after almost a century of being together she thought someone was getting to close to figuring it out; Adéla tried to insist it would be fine. Heidi panicked came up with a plan, and got Adéla to agree to it without telling her what it was. Within a couple months not a single person thought Adéla and Heidi were together... no they were too busy talking about how Clemens (Vatican) had supposedly broken his chastity vow and 'you'll never believe who for.' That was the end of her relationship with Czechia; it wasn't supposed to be. But it was.

Her second one was also a 'secret' but everyone knew about it. (so side note on my Vatican oc; remember he was born to represent West Rome and his land claim diminished as his children came along. Until eventually he picked up the title of the papal states then Vatican/Holy See). They met long before their 'romantic' relationship started, when Germania brought his at the time only daughter along to Rome and Vatican decided he just had to have her, and the sons of Rome usually get what they want. When they were very young they had a psuedo-relationship that really just happened because it was the first time they thought someone was cute and the other person thought the same. When she slept with him to cover her and Adéla's tracks, it was calculated. She had to have proof, and she had to have one or two people who she knew would talk have an inkling that it happened so rumors would start. What she didn't count on was him still having some of those feelings from hundreds of years earlier, she assumed he'd moved on completely. His children had to have come from somewhere. But now that Czechia didn't want anything to do with her she thought 'fuck it' and went along with a relationship that she didn't really want, but by now wasn't going to refuse either. And they would just stay that way, off and on, usually just sleeping with each other not much actual substance, but not so little that either would leave. They were just Stuck.

Jumping forward a bit to her death, she and Germany had a little less than a month overlap. He was born July 12th, 1806; and she died August 6th, 1806. She was already very sick when he was born, but asked to see him every day without fail. Austria told her eventually that he was sending Germany to live with Prussia, deemed he would be safer anywhere but Vienna. She argued with him over that, for a long time; insisted she wouldn't trust Brandenburg or Prussia to rear a child if they were some of the last people on earth. Austria got fed up, told her Germany was his son and he would do whatever he wanted with him. She argued back Germany was her heir, and she believed her heir should be raised in Vienna, not Königsburg, not Berlin, not Potsdam, Vienna. The argument stood until her death two weeks later, Austria to this day wishes he hadn't told her.

Everyone in the house knew about Heidi's fear, there wasn't a single person in Europe that didn't know about it. They all waited for something to register, for it to kick in that she more than likely wouldn't be making it another month, much less another year. But it never did, August 1st she got better, and for a solid two days she was even out of bed; it was during this Austria and Prussia caught her giving Germany a little speech.

"Now, you'll be taking over my job. I'm not promising it's an easy one because it isn't. The ones under you are insane, every last one, constantly fighting and they're changing all the time; every time you turn around someone new will have shown up, or someone else will have disappeared. I hope not too many disappear on you, but eventually you get used to it, and not in a sad way, in a "maybe they're off living their own life without the responsibility of thousands of peoples lives now". Unfortunately the annoying ones stick around the longest, your father is one, your uncle Gilbert is another. Saxony, Bavaria, Hesse, Brandenburg etc.. you'll have to get used to them, I don't think they're going anywhere. I know your parents are worried for you right now, but I'm sure it's completely unfounded and they're just dramatic. You'll be just fine... I wish I could stay to watch you grow up, i'm sure you'll be in charge of this whole continent eventually. You have to promise you'll make your family talk about me, don't let them be too sad about it, I want to be known as the interesting aunt not the one who died when you were a baby. Can you promise me that Ludwig?"

after those two days she got bad again though, worse than she was initially, and three days later she passed away. The moment they were waiting for never came, she didn't seem scared about the end; she put in her will someone has to make sure whoever killed her knew that she wasn't scared.

[gogmstuff]

More pre-crinoline dresses (from top to bottom) -

1843 Harriet Parker (1809–1897), Countess of Morley by Richard Buckner (Saltram - Plympton, Plymouth, Devon, UK). From artuk.org; removed spots and vertical flaws with Photoshop 1558X1892.

1844 Elizabeth Mikhailovna by Vladimir Hau (State Russian Museum - St. Petersburg, St. Petersburg Federal City, Russia). From Wikimedia 3888X4784.

ca. 1844 Anna Benardaki, née Kipouro by Carl von Steuben (Hermitage) From the museum's Web site decreased temperature 2408X2914 @150 8Mp.

1845 Anna von Minarelli-Fitzgerald by Anton Einsle (National Gallery of Ireland - Dublin, Ireland). From their Web site; fixed spots & edges w Pshop 1987X2480.

1847 Young lady in profile with an enamelled bangle, a snake bracelet and a bracelet with turquoises by Anton Einsle (auctioned by Dorotheum). From their Web site.

1847 Elisabeth Alexandrine de Ficquelmont, Princess Edmond von Clary-und-Aldringen by Franz Schrotzberg (location ?). From Wikimedia; trimmed & fixed spots with Pshop 1446X1472.

1848 Young lady in a white dress by Frédéric Millet (auctioned by Koller Auctionen). From tumblr.com/costumedufilm 747X970.

1840s Herzogin Adelheid von Nassau, geborene von Anhalt-Dessau, in der Spielbank im Kurhaus Wiesbaden by ? (probably Spielbank Wiesbaden - Wiesbaden, Hesse, Germany). From Wikimedia 2413X3400.

1840s Vera Samoilova by by Henri-Eugene Pluchart (location ?). From equestrianculture.com/custom_type/visual-equestriennes/ 1686X2262.

[nyotaliafan-pinkmermaid]

Hetalia x the weathered head at Onigashima

Based on the song : "The Weathered Head at Onigashima" by Kamui Gakupo.

Warning : This particular story takes place after the events of the Tailor Shop on Enbizaka. In the story , there will be mentions of decapitation and murder. If you are sensitive to subjects like these,better don't read it.

New characters :

Priestess/ Tailor's actual wife : nyo!Switzerland

Lone boy: Holy Roman Empire

In the center of Onigashima , where Enbizaka was located, a severed head was displayed on an execution site. Its dark brown and bloodstained hair was blowing in the wind, smoothly flowing side to side.

"What crime did this head commited"? a traveling priestess with long blonde hair tied in two braids and green eyes asked the people. That woman's name was Adelheid Sudou and she was Probus' wife, with whom they had their daughter Erika , that died during the fire one year ago.

One of those people answered her : "It is said that a clothing store owner and her family were stabbed by this man's scissors".

*One day ago* :

[After the Enbizaka murder scandal, upseted the whole town , two soldiers caught the tailor Probus Sudou and lead him on front of the judge. The judge who was a very strict man started asking him questions.

"Are you that man? Are you Probus Sudou?"

Without losing time , Probus responded to him immediately :

"Yes sir, that's me!"

"Is it true that you murdered the clothing store owner, Sophia Miroku, her husband Antonio Miroku, her older son Lovino Miroku and her younger son Feliciano Miroku?"

"This is all true. I was the one who did it. I don't deny it!"

"And the reason , why you commited this horrible crime?"

"That woman was cheating on me with those three men. So i killed them and then her."

"Are you sure, that this is the actual reason , for your crime?"

"No matter how many times, you'll ask me this question , the answer won't change."

" So , you accept your guilt, isn't it right?"

"Of course! And I am ready to accept any punishment that will be deceived for me."

In fact no one knew, that if the tailor actually told the truth , it would lead to a bloody war, where many people would lose their lives. The terrorist and elitist Crimson Robbed Masses , was the one who caused the great fire of Enbizaka. And Sophia whose father before her, had close ties with this group , payed one of its members a large amount of money to cause that fire. She didn't want other smaller shops to antagonize her company and also lose costumers. This disaster costed many innocents' lives.

The judge had already decided that the punishment for the tailor's crime was going to be decapitation.

Few minutes later a young boy with blonde hair and blue eyes came holding a sword on his hand. He was no other than Karl the boy who was actually born from a tree and was raised by the tailor like he was his own child.

The moment that Karl was about to cut off his father figure's head he whispered :

"Please , forgive me for what i'm going to do right now".

After those words the boy took his sword and cut off the man's head, which was placed to the execution side in the town center.

Although some seconds before the execution , the judge allowed the man to see the boy , he raised as his own for a last time].

*Return to the time where this story's events are taking place* :

"This lovely man in the ballad , why did he kill those people?" Adelheid started wondering to herself.

That weathered man didn't say anything.

Yes , the head on display at Onigashima!

After losing her husband into the fire , she left to search for him , hoping he was alive and waited for her. It was then , she decided to become a priestess. Before the fire, she worked as a tailor just like him and even worked double shifts , when he was sick or busy with other things. Their marriage was genuinely a happy one and two years later , Adelheid gave birth to the fruit of her love with Probus. A lovely daughter whom they named Erika and she was the joy of their life.

Now , the priestess couldn't believe, that the severed head actually belonged to her beloved husband.

Memorial services for criminals were also part of the priestess' duties. So the next day the young woman visited the site where the head was displayed.

By the time the woman arrived , someone else was also standing there. It was a lone boy.

"Excuse me , young boy. What's your name?" Adelheid asked him ,when she noticed that child.

The boy looked at her and responded : "My name is Karl and it was me, who cut off this head".

"Are you trying to fool me, right now? " the young woman told him with a somewhat frustrated tone in her voice.

Karl stood without fear and comfirmed to Adelheid that everything he said to her was true.

"I am telling you the truth , he was a sinful man but also a pitiful one."

"Now i believe ,that you aren't trying to play any tricks on me" Adelheid said to him while the tone of her voice was calmer at this moment.

They paused for a bit and Karl explained to Adelheid, that Probus was the closest , he ever had to a parent figure. But in the end he couldn't save him. And he had a feeling of sadness , during this short speech of his.

The priestess and the boy joined their hands together and started praying for the young man's soul.

It was said that this man was such a skillfull tailor and he seawed an amazing tunic.

But now he lacked the arms to hold the scissors.

Yes , the head on display at Enbizaka!

No matter how beautiful the tunic was,

he couldn't wear it without a body.

This weathered man, didn't say anything.

Yes, the head on display at Onigashima!

Yes, the head on display at Enbizaka!

The end.

[ask-the-hws-germanics]

what's the age order? and how old are you all?

Denmark: I'm obviously the oldest, and I'm 55 years young.

Sweden: Saying that doesn't make you sound cool. I'm next, and our sister Adelheid is barely two weeks younger then me. I am, and she would be 52.

Norway: Then Gilbert and I are just a few months apart with me being the elder.

Gilbert: And we're both 50 right now!! We just became certified old men!

Austria: I'm 49, but having to deal with these people makes me feel 70.

Switzerland: My age isn't any of your business.

Netherlands: Aldrich is 48, and I'm 46.

Belgium: 44, although opposite of Roderich I don't feel it yet.

England: I'm 37, which is 7 years younger then Emma.

Denmark: And it means he's the baby!

England: I am most certainly not!

Iceland: I'm 32.

Germany: But you act 12.

Iceland: Shut up you're like 6.

Germany: I'm 15,

Luxembourg: So am I.

Liechtenstein: we've gotten out of order but, I'm 23.

[lisiprom]

I watched S2e01 of The Gilded Age so some thoughts and spoilers so I can get it out of my system:

i love that running joke about french chef who's from kansas actually. also i think he and mrs bruce have nice chemistry going on

oscar going down the self-destruction route is sad. also as much as i like him i want him to stay away from gladys 'cause while his offer may be nice for her at this moment i also think she deserves to marry someone who'll love her. at this point i wish for some asspull like john & oscar meeting some nice lesbian couple of the same social standing so they could cross-marry and live in peace but taht probably impossible (´_ゝ｀)

peggy's child plotline got dumped so fucking fast i really thought that i was misinterpetting what was being said. eitherway i hope she'll be back as agnes secretary so she can have time to grieve properly without being in that regret trio and so she can have time to write more.

mrs russel keeps winning, that opera singer at the end left me speachless lol. also mr russel saying: you don't even like opera.

carrie & gladys acting like actual young girls and giggling about oscar's propsal was cute. i really enjoy their friendship

john/bridget/adelheid love-triangle incoming?

frances outing marian as teacher in her school and agnes looking like she wants to punch someone but it's not in etiquette lol

larry working in architecture and mrs russel calling hima genius was really nice

that scene when agnes & co show varying degrees of not admitting to know mr raikes lmao though i feel bad for marian since she still look sad when he's mentioned

i'm ready for OPERA WARS

Eitherway I really enjoyed this episode and cant wait for next one.

[lenniharrisonsims]

Victor Marries... Again

It seems like Victor is collecting wives like people used to collect baseball cards...

...however, this time, instead of a new, young wife, Victor dug back through his contacts to bring back an old flame.

In a private ceremony at Winden Palace, Victor married long-time mistress and famed hotel magnate, Isabella Bray.

(Isabella and her sons by Victor, Antony and Austin Fitzroy)

The San Myshuno Socialite's relationship with the Emperor went public earlier this year, when an article was released exposing Victor and his multiple mistresses and secret families.

It didn't take long for subjects to figure out why Victor was bringing Isabella out of the shadows and down the aisle- the two adult sons they have together, Antony and Austin Fitzroy. In the press release about the marriage, it was also stated that Windenburg Parliament has ratified an amendment to the order of succession, legitimizing Isabella's son, giving them the name "Lofton," and adding them into the line of succession by order of their birth. The line of succession now exists as; any sons had by Empress Adelheid with Emperor Victor, Prince Eugene and any heirs male of his body, the new Prince Antony and heirs male of his body, Prince Jonas and heirs male of his body, and finally the new Prince Austin and heirs male of his body.

Of course, for the Emperor's last wedding, his first wife, Queen Agathe, was living in Sulani, and therefore did not attend his marriage to Empress Adelheid. But for this one, Adelheid was most certainly in attendance, and stood for an awkward family photo after the ceremony, holding her daughter, Princess Margarette, or Greta, as she's called by her mother. We can't imagine the awkwardness there...

But Victor seems to pay it no mind, in that same press release, he touted family values, and how loyalty is the most important thing to him, especially loyalty to family- which is why he decided to marry Isabella, and bring the family together at last. Right. We're sure it had nothing to do with the fact that the rest of his family have been arrested by the Simsdom Empire... nothing at all...

It seems as Victor loses his colonial holdings around the globe, he gathers more wives. Who knows, we may be seeing a wedding at Winden Palace every week!

[vienna-fae]

An Erwin/OC drabble/rp starter

Valerie was sitting at the kitchen table at a safe house owned by the Scout Regiment. She was shaking and her blue eyes were still puffy and red from crying.

“At least Heidi and Lise aren’t seeing me like this.” The red head thought as she sniffled. Her and her husband Erwin’s two young daughters were taking an afternoon nap. She felt tears start to come to her eyes again, and she decided to stand up. Maybe pacing around would help.

This whole mess started a couple weeks ago. Just a few days after her youngest daughter, Lise’s, first birthday. It was in the dead of night when Hanji, one of Erwin’s closest subordinates and friends, came and had her and the girls grab the emergency bags they had packed a while prior. Erwin had been arrested and had been taken to the capitol, and the interior police was likely going to come after her and her daughters.

Ever since arriving at the safe house, Valerie had been a depressed nervous wreck. She was hardly receiving any news. Valerie didn’t know if Erwin was alive or dead, and she couldn’t lose her husband.

The redhead also could tell Heidi knew something was wrong, her daughter had surely inherited her father’s intelligence. At first the child believed the story Valerie told her, that they were going on a surprise trip. Heidi had initially enjoyed having a break from primary school, but this quickly changed. The five-year-old missed her: cousins, friends, other family members, and being able to play outside.

Just then, a knock was heard at the front door. Valerie took cautious steps as she made her way to the door. She grabbed a kitchen knife out of the drawer in case the person at the door was someone coming to harm her and/or her children.

“Why did Erwin and I name our first child Heidi, and what is that nickname short for?” Valerie asked. Anyone that knew her and Erwin, who was a friend or relative of theirs, knew that Heidi was short for Adelheid and she was named for Erwin’s late mother.