#Bea 17

[incoherentbabblings]

Portrait Versus Photograph

Queen Victoria's Daughters

Vicky (1840-1901), married Frederick, future Emperor of Germany. She had four sons, including Wilhelm II of Germany, and four daughters, including Queen Sophia of Greece.

Alice (1843-1878), married Louis IV, Grand Duke of Hesse and by the Rhine. She had two sons and five daughters, including Empress Alexandra of Russia.

Helena (1846-1923), married Prince Christian of Schleswig-Holstein. She had four sons and two daughters.

Louise (1848-1939), married John Cambell, future Duke of Argyll. She had no children.

Beatrice (1857-1944), married Prince Henry of Battenberg. She had three sons and one daughter, including Queen Victoria Eugenie of Spain.

#me in a totally normal way: LOUISE!!!! VICKY!!!! I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!! #anyway #monarchy #history #Empress Victoria Princess Royal #Grand Duchess Alice of Hesse and by Rhine #Princess Helena of Schleswig-Holstein #Princess Louise Duchess of Argyll #Princess Beatrice of Battenberg #I always love pics of Helena because she genuinely always looks like she's about to deck someone #i could do one for the boys but i'm also like nahhhhhhhhhh #the girls are very good at letting you trace fashion changes due to there being 17 years between Vicky and Bea

[morganpdf]

feeling goofy and cringe for enjoying fan content for the first time in a few years which is DUMB . it's just been ages since i've had a hyperfixation that isn't my own ocs that i've forgotten what its like 😭😭😭

#morgan.pdf #did i just get emotionally invested in a 17 chapter bea*yasha fic that hasnt been updated since 2022. maybe. its fine. dont look at me #im feeling really really normal about characters . im fine #hi i didnt mean for this to show up in the tag . edited the tag so it stops doing that

[hussyknee]

Listen I love Ellen and Oscar but

June Claremont-Diaz 🫱🏽‍🫲🏻 Princess Bea

↓↓

✨ Parentification Trauma ✨

#listen I know there's many reasons this happens even with loving parents #but it's incredibly psychologically damaging to have to fill a parent's shoes for a sibling even if you're legally an adult #because your brain doesnt give a shit how legal you are #it just knows you're prioritizing playing a parental role when you need to be focusing on yourself #my most intense parentification trauma years was between 17–22 #it broke my heart that June left her boyfriend to be with Alex because she knew she's the only one who would prioritise him #and Bea pumping the brakes on her mental health spiral because her baby brother didnt have a functional parent left #granted that may have saved her but having to claw yourself back to sanity bc you have to take care of someone else is seriously non-ideal #and yeah I know that their brothers were worth it and they dont regret it #but they have so much reason to be burnt out and hold their mothers to account good god #women arent caretakers and protectors because we're just built naturally kind. it's because we get left to do the nurturing and caretaking #until it becomes second nature #for my part being a big sister is fundamental part of me and caretaking and protecting and nurturing is who I am now #but the inability to ever put myself first and take space when someone needs me #the inability to turn off the kindness tap even when it's running blood #the instinct to fix things and take responsibility for everyone #it's all incredibly damaging in the long run #''southern goodness'' baby that's the gender conditioning ideal #do you know how much repressed pain it takes to be that kind and gentle #firstprince #june claremont diaz #bea fox mountchristen windsor #parentification #child neglect #emotional neglect #feminism #gender conditioning #knee of huss #rwrb #red white & royal blue

[breitzbachbea]

Went to Feltrinelli and got possessed (which is a normal thing to happen)

#beablabbers #bea on the road #I MUST be stopped from buying a third book #unless it is cheap and about puglia #but the caparezza biography is OFF LIMITS!!! #unless someone wants to kofi me 17 euros hahaha jk unless.... #(no I really don't need it there are better causes to put your money to)

[skloomdumpster]

Omg THANK YOU what ever happened with Beatrix in s2? I don't even remember if she actually found out what really happened at Aster Dell. It was one of the things I was waiting for because the lie couldn't hold on for long, the minute she taunted Sky or Bloom (hell even one of the winx) they'd have told her how wrong she was about everything. Bloom could have easily gone to her (who was another girl looking for her family and being used by Rosalind) and said "Rosalind confirmed to me that it was her who blew up the place and Dowling and Harvey didn't know about her plan", or even "Rosalind said AD was full of blood witches so your parents couldn't have been from there, your family didn't die there, so on some level you've been lied to". And then Bea's whole world would crumble wouldn't it? The villains of her story were not really the villains, AD was not her home and her family is not dead. All of her hatred and need for revenge was misplaced, her story is not what she thought it was and her father might've known all along. She'd still have to do whatever Rosalind said if she wanted answers but she'd see her in a different light now right? And how would this knowledge affect Andreas and Bea's relationship?

Also, do we know what Rosalind told Andreas? Was he aware that the people of AD were blood witches? How much did he know about Bea's origins? And why did the witches even want Bea? Why did Rosalind want Andreas to raise her, why was she important? Rosalind couldn't have known she'd need her to infiltrate Alfea 16 years later so what did she need her for and why did she want Andreas specifically to raise her?

Was gonna publish this one without an answer because I agree with EVERYTHING, but just to answer your bottom question "do we know if Andreas knew the people in AD were blood witches" yes

He confirms it to Saul twice. Once in 1x06 in the flashback, where he's confronted and Saul says "there's still people back there, Andreas! They didn't evacuate! We have to tell Rosalind" and Andreas answers "she knows!"

Beyond that, my other guess is that Rosalind knew the Dragon Flame would be a baby in the arms of the AD people, arrived there only to find two babies. One of which she suspected more, so she hid her in the first world. The other one she didn't think was the Dragon Flame, but one can never be too cautious, so she took that one too.

I like to think Beatrix is from AD, unlike Bloom. She is the daughter of either a forbidden romance between a blood witch and a fairy or the miracle fairy child between two blood witches, thus confirming they are not so different from fairies after all.

#fate the winx saga #fate: the winx saga #anyway this is long and i have little to add but a bunch of hcs and speculation #agreed with everything #writers remembered bea's personality but forgot her motivations in s2 #she's not just mean for being mean she's been lied to!!! #and you can show me her and andreas and make me root for them without shying away from the fact he's one of the people who lied to her!!! #make this man conflicted!!! #give him the mirror moment to silva's where he has to come clean about the crime he committed 17 years ago #ugh this show #answered

[onceuponastarryeye]

books read in 2023

the ones who walk away from omelas - ursula k. le guin (5/5)

animal farm - george orwell (4/5)

the mystery of the blue train - agatha christie (4.25/5)

the memories of sherlock holmes - arthur conan doyle (3.5/5)

five survive - holly jackson (4.75/5)

liars, inc. - paula stokes (1.5/5)

blindness - josé saramago (4.5/5)

the hound of death (a short story) - agatha christie (3.5/5)

the lies we tell - katie zhao (4/5)

the magician's nephew (the chronicles of narnia #1) - cs lewis (4/5) (rr)

peril at end house - agatha christie (4/5)

rebecca - daphne du maurier (5/5)

these violent delights (tvd #1) - chloe gong (3.75/5)

the lion, the witch and the wardrobe (the chronicles of narnia #2) - cs lewis (5/5) (rr)

the screaming staircase (lockwood & co #1) - jonathan stroud (5/5)

the dagger in the desk (lockwood & co #1.5) - jonathan stroud (4.25/5)

espaços de recordação - aleida assman (academic)

murder at the vicarage - agatha christie (4.5/5)

the whispering skull (lockwood & co #2) - jonathan stroud (4/5)

the hollow boy (lockwood & co #3) - jonathan stroud (4/5)

the creeping shadow (lockwood & co #4) - (4.75/5)

the empty grave (lockwood & co #5) - jonathan stroud (5/5)

a treatise of human nature - david hume (academic)

ensaio sobre os dados imediatos da consciência - henri bergson (3/5) (academic)

lord edgware dies - agatha christie (4/5)

the communist manifesto - karl marx & frederich engels (academic)

the horse and his boy (the chronicles of narnia #3) - cs lewis (4/5) (rr)

matter and memory - henri bergson (3/5) (academic)

the hour of the star - clarice lispector (5/5)

bergsonism - gilles deleuze (3/5) (academic)

three act tragedy - agatha christie (3/5)

the hound of the baskerville - arthur conan doyle (4.5/5)

happy place - emily henry (5/5)

death in the clouds - agatha christie (2.75/5)

prince caspian (the chronicles of narnia #4) - cs lewis (4/5) (rr)

los marcos sociales de la memoria - maurice halbwachs (4/5) (academic)

how to worship Jesus Christ - joseph s. carroll (5/5)

introdução ao estudo do método de marx - josé paulo netto (4.5/5) (academic)

anxious people - fredik backman (5/5)

the collective memory - maurice halbwachs (5/5) (academic) (rr)

murder in mesopotamia - agatha christie (4/5)

cards on the table - agatha christie (4/5)

the voyage of the dawn treader - (the chronicles of narnia #5) - cs lewis (5/5) (rr)

yellowface - r.f. kuang (3.5/5)

the girl on the train - paula hawkins (4.25/5)

dumb witness - agatha christie (3/5)

the silver chair - (the chronicles of narnia #6) - cs lewis (4/5) (rr)

before your memory fades (btcgc #3) - kawaguchi toshikazu (4.75/5)

pride and prejudice - jane austen (5/5) (rr)

perfume - patrick suskind (4/5)

sociologia de la memoria - paolo montesperelli (4.5/5)

capital's unfolding systemic crisis - istvan meszaros (4/5)

the last battle - (the chronicles of narnia #7) - cs lewis (3/5) (rr)

appointment with death - agatha christie (5/5)

the great gatsby - f. scott fitzgerald (4/5)

the collective - alison gaylin (3.75/5)

para além do capital - istvan meszaros (academic)

the ballad of songbirds and snakes (the hunger games #0) - suzanne collins (4/5)

história, memória e educação - lombardi et al (4/5) (academic)

der ursprung der familie, des privateigenthums und des staats - friedrich engels (3/5) (academic)

metamorphosis - franz kafka (4/5)

murder is easy - agatha christie (4/5)

how to survive your murder - danielle valentine (4.5/5)

arsene lupin, the gentleman-thief - maurice leblanc (3.5/5)

sad cypress - agatha christie (5/5)

northanger abbey - jane austen (5/5) (rr)

the return of sherlock holmes - arthur conan doyle (4/5)

phantom of the opera - gaston leroux (5/5)

persuasion - jane austen (5/5) (rr)

one, two, buckle my shoe - agatha christie (5/5)

the suicide house - charlie donlea (5/5)

endless night - agatha christie (5/5)

life and limb - jamie andrew (3.5/5)

final offer (dreamland billionares #3) - lauren asher (3.5/5)

the valley of fear - arthur conan doyle (4/5)

capitalismo pandemico - ricardo antunes (4/5)

one of us is back (one of us #3) - karen mcmanus (4/5)

cecília vargas em incêndio na casa-grande (cecília vargas #1) - kézia garcia (5/5)

cecília vargas em um ladrão ä solta em itapainema (cecília vargas #2) - kézia garcia (5/5)

emma - jane austen (5/5) (rr)

evil under the sun - agatha christie (3.5/5)

uma oração de amor - lyta racielly (4.75/5)

minha verdade - kell carvalho (4.75/5)

il nome della rosa - umberto eco (3/5)

more adventures of sherlock holmes - arthur conan doyle (4/5)

opal (the raven cycle #4.5) - maggie stiefvader (4/5)

sense and sensibility - jane austen (4.5/5) (rr)

do deserto ao jardim (guia-me #1) - aline moretho (4.5/5)

a classe trabalhadora: de marx ao nosso tempo - marcelo badaró mattos (5/5) (academic)

o monstro dançante (baile dos corvos #1) - gabrielli casseta (5/5)

o monstro aventureiro (baile dos corvos #3) - gabrielli casseta (5/5)

um clichê de verão - lyta racielly (4/5)

hercule poirot's christmas - agatha christie (4.75/5)

o monstro rockstar (baile dos corvos #3) - gabrielli casseta (5/5)

the german ideology - friedich engels; karl marx (3.75/5)

a portland row christmas (lockwood & co #4.5) - jonathan stroud (5/5)

litte women (volume #1) - louisa may alcott (4/5)

m or n? - agatha christie (4/5)

estuda comigo? (c(o)stomizei! #1) - sâmella bridges (4/5)

conta comigo (c(o)stomizei! #2) - sâmella bridges (4/5)

#bea talks #bea talks books #let's go for another reading year! #photos not mine btw #hmmm my first 3 reads of the year were all good #8 books in january (2 short stories) so I'd say i'm doing well #4 books in february oops but at least my good reads goal of 12 books a year was achieved #in my defense i had less time #16 books until the first academic book... sad #read the entirety of the lockwood and co books in 17 days 12 if you only count the days in which i read it i need MORE #the fact i've technically dnf both academic books but its only bc i only had to read parts of it so over 100 or 300 pages in each... lovely #wow first academic book i finished this year love that for me #13 books read in march what???? so many academic ones tho #8 books in april!!! #40 books by may 27th sounds really nice #7 books in may wow #many academic ones tho #5 books in june okay for a busy month #50 books by july 22nd sounds great to me #5 books in july bc i've been stuck on 4 other academic books at the same time <3 #now down to three academic books soon i'll get ot read actual fiction again hopefully #9 books in september!!! #70 books by setember feels right #7 books in october!!!!! #10 books in november dont ask me what happened (a few shrot stories tho) #10 book in december and the month isnt over yet and i have two i'm currently reading and one more to read love that #wonder if i can reach up to 100 this year too..... #16 books in december #100 books a year!!!! tho i didnt finish 3 bc they were academic but i read from all chapters just not everything from all of them tho

[jackredfieldwasmyjacob]

holaaa :D how r u?

una pregunta random... cual es la historia de la bufanda y la bea? 😂

AY MI SUBTRAMA FAVORITA

Vale esto es graciosísimo ya verás. Básicamente, después de Navidad, Bea se trajo a la academia una bufanda a la que le había echado la colonia de su madre para acordarse de ella.

Cris también se había traído muchas bufandas, algunas también con perfume de su madre, y las había dejado en el mismo sitio dónde Bea dejó su bufanda. Cris la cogió, y pensó que era la suya.

Mientras Bea la buscaba, vio a Cris con su bufanda y le dijo que era suya. Cris le dijo que no, y la olió diciendo que 'huele a su mami'. Bea no se atrevió a decir que era suya.

Y luego por la noche le contó todo esto a Paul y Álvaro y claro todos riéndose con todo, y luego cada vez que mencionaba Cris la bufanda se veía como sonreían recordando todo.

Luego cuando Cris y Bea salieron Bea dijo que se la acabó regalando a Cris, pero fue graciosísima toda la subtrama, parecía de sitcom.

#ask #vivitalksot #la bufanda de bea es el 17 concursante opino

[rosecreates]

Consider this my finalized "List of My Tavs" because I've made one for pretty much every class I'm interested in playing at this point (having made 3 more since my previous post about the Tavs I have and including Sylve this time because I love her, even if her playthrough has been completed) and I think they're all a very lovely various bunch of ladies.

From left to right, top to bottom...

Sylve: High Half-Elf / Ranger - Beast Tamer

Raven: Lolth-Sworn Drow / Bard - College of Swords

Nimue: High Elf / Sorcerer - Draconic Bloodline (White)

Ez'ria: Githyanki / Warlock - The Great Old One

Bea: Half-Drow / Wizard - School of Necromancy

Lusine: Mephistopheles Tiefling / Paladin - Oath of Devotion / Deity - Selune

Fortuna: Fairy [Modded Race] / Bard - College of Lore / Deity - Tymora

Elrayne: Seldarine Drow / Cleric - Light Domain / Deity - Eilistraee

Lorona: Levistus Tiefling [Modded Subrace] / Rogue - Thief

Acantha: Seldarine Drow / Ranger - Gloomstalker

Helene: High Elf / Druid - Circle of the Moon / Deity - Silvanus

(Not bothering to specify romances this time only because several are undecided and several are just Astarion because this white-haired vampire has me in chokehold but Elrayne and Karlach are super cute I'll say)

Edit: I changed Helene's image because my intention for her is "Moon/Nature Witch" in terms of appearance, and well, the new outfit I've given her fits better.

#{rose posting} #my screenshots folder is 17 gb atm which is probably hugely cause of all the bg3 screenshots ive been taking of my ladies #3 drow. 2 elves. 2 half-elves. 2 tieflings. 1 fairy. 1 githyanki. what a wild group jgfvbnkjbgf #my mains though are raven nimue elrayne and helene atm #but i also really like lorona a lot y'all #im just aaaaaaa #i love women #fun fact i am also kind of considering elrayne and acantha being related #maybe like. cousins. #elrayne's parents having left the underdark and gone to eilistraee before she was born leading her to be raised entirely in the enclave- #of eilistraee her parents fled to. whilst acantha's parents stayed a while longer and raised acantha in the underdark for a while. #til eventually they left and they chose not to go to eilistraee but instead in baldur's gate where they found ways to make a living- #and acantha eventually became a bounty hunter. #maybe i'll even add bea into the mix. her drow parent having maybe left the underdark last because they fell for a human. or! they left- #first because of them falling for a human which caused a domino effect with the rest of their family. #gah i love my tavs

[elizabethmasen]

genuinely so incredibly septic right now when do the things stop

#me and my family members get so hangry we call it septic because its truely on another level and i find myself turning evil because i #havent eaten in like 17 hours #bea talks

[joytraveler]

#14: Sausage Scramble??

"All right, you know what? It's noon, I'm hungry; I'm gonna play Sausage Scramble. Sounds like Burgertime or something!... Yeah, that last one is weird, isn't it? I didn't realize these games were going to have unlockables... Maybe it's a puzzle?"

She reads some responses. "I wonder if it has to do with Keep Your Promises? Maybe that'll be the promise I have to keep when I fill them in..." She shrugs and hits start. "Anyway, sausage time!"

The title screen shows a cartoon sausage with legs running away from a salt shaker. Sure enough, that's what it is! You're a little sausage person on a plate, dodging falling salt grains. There are eggs and pieces of bacon too. And then there's the fork; there are clear visual instructions to avoid the Fork, as if it weren't obvious enough.

Bea almost drops her controller to clap, she's delighted! "I love him! I want plushes of him! Or at least an Amiibo." It gets worse, when he gets hit with pepper he sneezes in the most adorable way!

THUNK. The fork comes down just next to the character, stabbing an egg. It lets out a tiny scream and the look on its face is kind of upsetting. Suddenly the game isn't quite as cute.

"Awww! Why would they put that in?? Poor egg!"

It seems she can only keep avoiding and dodging, as the poor other breakfasties get skewered, one by one.. Until she moves a little far to the right and the screen starts to scroll. Huh, this looked like a one-screen game!

"Oh! Huh, maybe that was my cue to move on!" She puts on her intense concentration face, biting her bottom lip. "I just assumed it was like Burgertime, but it's some kind of... Food adventure!"

Now she has to run over the table! The fork keeps chasing after her though. It just seems too *long*, for one thing. it's not that weird, but the tines increasingly start to resemble grabby little fingers as the stage goes on!

Bea pauses and makes a twisty face at the camera. "This game kind of faked me out! I thought, oh boy, there's more to it! But there's kind of... not."

She unpauses and keeps going. "At least the graphics are changing!"

Pushing on a little more pays off, she can see the edge of the table! It's a few condiment bottles to hop over though, can she make it in time?

Baconnaise: fuck when did this get intense, it was a stupid food game like two minutes ago

"Okay okay I can do this, wish me luck everyone I'm not starting over if I get game over here...!" Bea inhales sharply through her teeth and burns a hole through the screen with her eyes, gonna make it!

She barely makes it, just by a pixel! Over the edge of the table goes the sausage fella, to... A gigantic maw full of sharp teeth, rising up out of nowhere!

"GEEZ!"

It's the cutest game over screen, though. That dog sitting under the table sure looks happy!

Bea nearly falls out of her chair... And then she's laughing and applauding. "Whoa, okay, you got me! I honestly was not expecting that...!"

#jtnuggets #bea #baconnaise #jan 17

[foryourmajesty]

Day 17 : Habit she borrowed Bea's clothes

#warrior nun #warrior nun s2 #sister beatrice #ava silva #avatrice #kristina tonteri young #alba baptista #warrior nun season 2 #lesbians #bisexual #kty #wlw #glg #ava x beatrice #warrior nun spoilers #renew warrior nun #save warrior nun #fanart #inktober #warrior nun inktober #nuntober #fym

[imaybeabear]

On reading Romeo and Juliet:

Me, as a high school freshman: I mean they're annoying in the way any new couple are, but it's about them learning that their families' ways of doing things are wrong and rooted in violence! It's their rebellion of love! And the tragedy is that the love isn't enough to overcome the ingrained violence that the rest of their society seeks! It's beautiful! It's powerful!

Me, as an adult, whenever Romeo gets anywhere near Juliet:

#because yes it is about generational violence and love as rebellion and finding your own way seperate from your family as a young person #may i also add that it is about the struggle we all face when we're young to disseminate between societal influences and follow the right #path when so many authorities are telling us so many different things and pulling in so many different directions #and about the tragic ways we push away and push away from the people we love as we grow and come to understand that no they arent perfect #and the heartbreaking fatal conclusion that sometimes adults do know something of what theyre talking about #but all that being said: #juliet is thiRTEEN SHE IS A CHILD AND ROMEO AT 17 HAS NO BUISNESS ANYWHERE NEAR HER BACK OFF MOTHERFUCKER #this play is so good until you remember how young she is and yeah i know thats part of the tragedy of it but oh my GOD #romeo and juliet #shakespeare #lit #bea rambles

[chiyoso]

𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒔𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 (revising/proofreading)

series masterlist | part two

࣪ ˖✧ following content. headcannons · crossover · reader is herrscher of death · oc coded · sprinkle of trauma · fighting · nanook doesn't know what personal space is, nanook is referred to he/him in this fic · welt/blade ptsd moments.

࣪ ˖✧ author notes. 11/21/23 update: everything is planned out, and this will be a series. // 4/17/24 update: revamping. 1.7 out of 3 done. (god forbid tumblr fucking me up by restarting the app, and i didnt get to save. im)

࣪ ˖✧ hired actors. the astral express · the stellaron hunters · aeon nanook.

𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒕 𝒚𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒕. 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒍 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔

𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐓 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐆 had his hand around his throat, feeeling it lump to the sight of you.

𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐓 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐆 questioning your existence in this world internally, over and over, and it didn't help that your evident youth glistened under the lights of the express' lounge, reminding the old trailblazer of what being a herrscher was; a longevity of your lifespan, a title feared by a decaying world, along with reminding him of the sins he committed long before being welcomed to this world.

𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐓 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐆 whose stomach churned at the sight of your breath hitching in your deep sleep, a sign of your consciousness returning while his astral companions and a fluffy conductor that held your hand, giving your body a positive reaction to the soft conductor's paws, all looked at you with utmost fascination.

𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐓 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐆 who couldn't help but feel compelled to ingulge in his curiousities, finding your stigmata almost immediately in the process. an intricate design that its way paved against your flesh from your neck, down to your chest.

𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐓 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐆 discussing with himeko and the conductor afterwards, having discovered your body, floating along the stars unconsciously that alerted the astral express, hence the automatic notion to save you.

𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐓 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐆 rembering stigmata technology along with other various things back from his homeworld. it's technilogy originating from schicksal, from a tyrant, and it's something that will determine if you were either a friend, a foe, or neither, and welt yang desperately hoped you were the first option, holding onto the hope that you weren't a being against humanity.

·୨⚝୧· ⸻ prologue; the sovereign.

“everyone,”

welt took a step forward in instinct, hollow and guarded to your direction. “step back, now.” a warning to his stellar companions, feeling a dread that swelled inside him from taking in your familiar energy, honkai energy, radiating and reemerging from you, forcing a part of him that he buried long ago to be present in your presence.

“huh?” the pink haired girl took a moment, glancing back and forth to you and him. “what do you mean mr. yang? she's still asle—” the pink haired's curiousity was interrupted, followed by a small yelp, reaching out for your arm mid-way, the girl's body tensing up as she found her wrist being held tightly with one deft movement, non other by you, which alerted everyone instantly.

“a-ah! let... let—go!” she whined, struggling in your godly grip, and collectively, everyone's took sharp breaths, sensing the thick, sickening spike of your aura.

you felt in your wake a metal sensation against your neck, resulting you to fully awaken in your unconsciousness, eyelashes fluttering open to the sight of a lounge of some sort.

once you did, they all took notice of your eyes the first thing, a color of your irises that brought out the shape of your pupils, it was polaris star shape and unusual — but besides the initial glaring, you shouldn't ignore the cane against your throat.

star of eden. you felt it's familiarity.

and the sovereign's presence. you found him.

unphased, you release the grip on the poor girl's wrist, sitting up slowly with the metal that remained on your throat.

“i see,” you take a breath, your eyes following the direction of the length, up, up and up towards it's bearer. “the mission,” you say with half effort, a little hazy from just waking up. “it was a success.”

haah. you were frightening, your voice dripped with elegance, haunting and low, the astral express' interiors allowing echo with the words you muttered.

mission? as if himeko's and welt's thoughts were one, giving each other looks of shared conflict.

“state your business.” the boy with horns broke the silence, his index and middle finger positioned to your neck aglow, along with the pressure, and yet their unease hadn't settled as you were truly unphased by their threatening actions.

“i relay... a message.” your head rotated slightly, to the all-too-familiar sight of authority. “you.”

“you do not belong here.” he intercepts.

“and neither do you, mr. sovereign.”

welt facial features screamed death. his amber irises determined to yours once you found yourself under his gaze, hearing the oh-so familiar title you let him wore again, the strength of your voice not helping as it would echo through the train's lounge.

his companions looked to one another in brief confusion, then all eyes settled on the visibly disturbed, distressed man who looked at you with so much fear and disarray.

flight or fight?

fight.

adrenaline filled hands, fogging his rationality, his mind thick with a current full of resurfacing memories. his astral companions that didn't need to know that side of his, these shattered fragments of his past, he didn't need them to be reminded, he—was about to plunge star of eden through your throat, but his cane. it was already on the other side of the express, flicked away with a lift of your finger, landing against the wall with a clear display of strength, cracks all over the surface the cane piercing through halfway.

“dan hen—” no need to complete as the vidyhadra's cloudhymm magic began to disperse the group towards the man with the glasses, away from you, hurriedly retreating from your presence.

the moment you took your first step up from the cushioned seat, you were greeted by a gravitational force in shape of an black orb, moving straight towards you with its force pulling the air around it—but you've been warned of it by your mentor, the concept of his abilities.

“a warm welcome.” you sighed as they further tensed to you—meeting the black hole with the tip of your summoned lance (the 6th divine key), feigning ignorance to their reactions while the other hand movies, a finger tracing down from your neck to your curves, black dust particles surrounded your body, changing your battered former dressing to a grand, black and elegant flowy dress, perfecting your once messy state.

“forgive us for being such a terrible hosts, however—what is a herrscher doing here?”

“haah, you act as if you weren't one, mr. former herrscher of reason.”

“...strongly,” two fingers hoist his frames up his nose bridge, eyes following the direction of his uneasy companions, before returning to yours.

“i advise you to cease. continuing calling me something from my former self, in which i've severed ties with long before, is something i heavily don't recommend to resume doing.” the astral express crew remained on the defense, pairs of eyes guided by determination, and uncertainty all focused towards you.

...she was right, he really is too guarded. you thought, a little bit of admiration for your mentor on how she predicted this possibility of his hostility.

𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐓 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐆 couldn't understand you, even when you bathed in nostalgia for him, even when you aligned where your loyalty lies, meaning no harm, he couldn't understand you, and understanding something you thought you were knowledgeable about left a sour taste in his mouth.

𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐓 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐆 allowed his defenses to simmer, reassuring his fellow trailblazers that you were an ally, an ally of highest regard more specifically, now aware of your situation along with who, what about and why you were doing these things.

𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐓 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐆 who had his eyes intently to yours, finding himself wavering to the mention of your mentor (bronya zaychik), having a familiar name escape your lips, uttered in this other universe, so far away from where he was, but he was good at controlling himself and his emotions, except for the gleaming of hope in his tired eyes.

𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐓 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐆 more curious than ever, once he sees through your facade of intimidating elegance, falling apart to subtle, fidgeting movements with your fingers, the entirety of your demeanor and body language turning a 180 due to his line of questioning and persistence, insisting about the truth as to why you were willing to go such lengths and risk just to find him, even risking yourself that you might not ge able to go back to where he was what he was trailblazing for in the first place.

you're thankful though. that welt yang was more of a gentleman than you thought, having no other information regarding about him, except for official and important things, that made him seem threatening, or even far more than that.

also thankful that he didn't pry about your gradual change in behavior, bit by bit as the two of you continued conversing, discussing, getting interrogated, but you didn't mind, not at all.

not if you were being watched by those brown, tired eyes, attentive especially to you, maybe even captivated too? who knows. you'd brush that last thought under the rug though.

“mr. yang—?” the pink haired girl stepped forward, interrupting your thoughts, along with the conversation you and him were discussing.

“i'm sorry to interrupt but...”

“no,” welt cuts her off, glancing back and forth to you and the rest of his astral crew. “you all have every right to the context of everything's that happened within this short span of time.”

“please,” a mature voice caught your attention briefly, turning your head towards the woman in white and gold ornaments. “take your time.” the red haired woman steps in, walking in between march and himself.

“we trust in your judgement and intuition, if this person is able to be in your presence without so much provoking much hostility within you, then surely,” the red haired woman turns to face to yours, and you greet her with a subtle, necessary smile, and it doesn't go unnoticed that you two were seizing each other up, an internal battle welt and the others could sende.

“we are able to trust her too—and besides, it looks like it's going to take a long time explaining everything, so,” she turns towards her young companions, hands clasped together.

“why don't i prepare all of you some snacks and coffee in the meantime?”

𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒇𝒕. 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔

𝐊𝐀𝐅𝐊𝐀 didn't expect an actress like you to take part within the stage, let alone bearing a leading and costly role similarly to that grey haired trailblazer.

𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐒 too. resulting in prolonged scripts, revising plans for penacony, it was disharmony, with elios relying in his hacker again, summoning her and against the IPC for a chance of information about you, but to no avail once she took action.

𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅 found you, and her research of you frustrating, annoyed that she could've been spending her time grinding shit in her game, and instead she's spending it trying to find things about, tedious really, it was just her rummaging through files from any knowledgeable source she could find.

𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅 was at a stalemate (for once), when prior to this, she thought she had finally found some dirt on you, only to actually find dirt and dust on all information regarding you, be it from the intelligentsia guild or the genius society—nothing. there was nothing about you, or your species, so.

𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐒 commanded his faction, already on the tail of the astral express, and word after word, his actors and actresses will get information about you, and of course.

𝐊𝐀𝐅𝐊𝐀 finds you separated from your crew, and yet the woman couldn't shake a certain feeling off. it was neither fear, nor any sort of unease, either way, she became guarded along with her fellow hunters, only up until the point where you, the new actress noticed the group, having them under your gaze.

·୨⚝୧· ⸻ sidestory one: elios' new actress.

spirit whisper. in low, sultry tones the woman said.

that was the name one of her abilities this pecuilar woman had. a mental themed ability, able to torment, suppress, or soothe the psychological state an individual was in, along with being able to control a mortal's state of self to her bidding.

unfortunately, the moment kafka encountered and tried her ability over you, she was met with a flood of honkai energy that protected you infinitely, or rather—reciprocated her gesture.

just toying with this, less superior version, a type of corruption she was using, accessing her mind instead, tormenting the woman in ways more than one, but you can't bring her to her end yet of course, not yet. she fascinated you.

no one could. except for the sovereign, but besides that, it was the way she held herself, her lack of fear, her mannerisms and how she looked, you resisted the urge to turn her into a mindless honkai creature. elegant, powerful, maybe emperor class level even if you decided to do so.

“you interest me.” you gave a faint smile, before tugging one of her glowing threads, pulling her close to you while it was active, then your hand forces contact towards her chin, now forcefully to meet your gaze.

kafka felt a sudden pulse in her essence, her stomach whirring with an unfamiliar sensation as she locks her eyes upon your unique pupils.

young one?

you looked the same age as her.

youthful, beautiful and enchanting, the way your voice sounded; so dreamy with maturity, complimentary with your authoritative narration.

and kafka wasn't smiling this time. a sight silverwolf couldn't believe, taking mementos with her phone from far a reach, away from you.

“—and i've never heard a threat sound so enticing before.” you break into a chuckle, giving her a moment of respite, before flicking the woman in the chest, sending her flying with a forceful speed towards the man with dark, navy hair with red tints in the end of his beautiful strands, catching her with a visible shock in his widened eyes.

“you are a walking contradiction, a threat to elio and our goals,,” kafka grips the hilt of her sword, taking a side stance. “you will meet your end. poetically, if not cruelly. as elio's script implies.”

she reminds you of a certain woman you have once laid eyes on. a certain schariac, but only the way they present their demeanor and wit.

“blade-” cough. “bladie. please, do it.” the woman spoke with shaky exhales, using her spirit whisper to him that failed on you. “unleash the mara—”

“you will refrain from doing so.” you interrupted, suddenly appearing infront of the individuals.

“you—” were so far away, how did you—blade with no choice had to drop kafka, with intent to bring his infused weapon to your throat, only to be met with an lance that manifested from a key that you summoned, parrying him.

blade felt his insides suffocate, with a clenched jaw and his already turbulent mind, only spiraling downwards further at the sight of it. your weapon.

flowered with sharp ornaments of death, a dark material for its main body. it's so intimidatingly elegant, designed as if it were mimicking life and death, a craftsmanship only seen with those who had a knack for birthing weapons — like him as a prime example.

like him.

like him?

“agh,” he longed for death with a groan, more than he ever did in his long life. having instances of unwanted imagery just thrashing against him, along with the fluctuating mara within, triggering and pulsing, with no kafka to ail his suffering with spirit whisper, enduring memories from the old, back when he was a blacksmith, someone mortal.

what does he mean?

and normal.

like yix██g.

but.

who is yix██g?

despite experiencing metal and physical pain, kept his eyes to yours, one hand covering half of his face, the other had let go of his weapon, unable to hold it and himself, just struggling in your almost divine like presence, while you just studied him in clear fascination.

you drifted around the struggling man, your eyes preying upon the sight of liquid gold that seeped out from the glowing cracks, and the noises you found delectable from him came to a sudden halt, reduced to shaky gasps, and throaty exhales.

it was silent.

but it was your doing too.

“you crave death,” you whisper, trailing a sharp nail from the base of his right hand, up towards his bicep, you wrap your hand around it, keeping him in place. “but,” your eyes glow, and he tenses.

“only because the opposite of it clings to you mercilessly,” you can see blade struggle to stand, yet his eyes remained conscious, or trying to keep consciousness, and with a faint smile you help, pressing your front close to his, digging your nails into his arm, earning a grunt of pain from him.

was this it?

was he able to finally achieve—“death,” this word snaps blade out from his sleepy trance, his gaze falling to the new feeling that invaded his flesh.

it was the lance instead of your hand, remaining eye contact as you pierced a small part of his flesh, a closeness not enough to distract him from the sensations of vitality, life and energy, almost like coating his very soul besides his body.

this isn't right.

“n- no...” he grunts, both of his blade's gripped the length your heavy lance, taking in unsteady breaths, locking his eyes to yours—and only now he sees you truly, taking in the sight of you.

“you can't do this to me.”

with those words, the will of honkai whispered to you simultaneously, and you learned nothing but him craving the blankness of death, the end of which he desperately wanted long before all this.

“i-” you mirrored his conflict, facially and emotionally, your own will wavering from this revelation. “you- you don't desire salvation?” you whispered weakly, refocusing his attention and snapping back to reality, biting his lip to blood, torn with the feelings of betrayal from wishing for death all his life, as well as finally enjoying the peace that he finally achieved because of you.

blade could only reply with silence, yet his gaze told a thousand tales of sorrow and a hidden gratitude that he had no choice but to express.

“i see.” but it was too late, seeing as how you pulled you and your lance away from him, your weapon, assuming its key-like state once again before disappearing into a golden dust of air.

he stood still in the same silence, but his expression became more vulnerable each second, and he allowed his gaze that followed you, you that assumingly kept his the mara in him control, or got rid of for good, either way, he was at a silent bliss. it was far superior than spirit whisper.

it's effectiveness would be proven by how he began find himself trembling in self awareness, the fog in his mind that had once enveloped him, always feeling like in the verge of breaking, now met with feelings without torment that he longed for since his many rebirths and eons of living.

“what you crave,” he gets interrupted by your sudden closeness, your face nearing his, all while you trail your index against his bandaged scars on his left hand. “is a temporary solution,” you smile, and he inhales.

“you are already aware of death, so why rehearse it further?” his gaze falls to your gesture with confusion, reacting to your words with disbelief, along with your sudden touch.

you were wiping golden tears that streamed down to his pretty face with your thumb, the remnants of the golden liquid that strained his face looked absolutely endearing, especially when he looked all confused and fragile, causing you to chuckle while your thumb continued to wipe the gold off the handsome canvas of a man.

your touch was similar to how kafka treated him, and yet, yours carried obvious interest and seduction that his scarred, gashed physique subtly trembled to, and it calls to you again as well, the will of honkai whispering the remainder of his struggles to you while you continue to study him—and he was doing the same to you.

“immortality isn't that bad, there are an infinite amount things to do and to live for.” you say with a distant gaze, retracting yourself from him, with blade following you to your direction instinctively, almost as if it were a reflex to follow you.

blade stood tall, idle as you drifted away from him, his appearance nothing matching the vulnerability his expression carried, having trouble with breathing, taking in sharp, unsteady breaths as if it were his first time breathing in a long time, and it was, you gave him this new beginning.

how can you say those words so simply?

something he was unwilling to acknowledge, this overwhelming sense of clarity you gave him, and if it was unintentional or not—what is he to do with this unwanted peace now?

you won't get away with this.

this wasn't the mercy he wanted.

you can't do this to him.

not after all these centuries of pleading for death.

“you—simpleton.” he grunts, clenched fist mirroring the frustration mixing with his weak gaze. he couldn't do anything. how can he?

what could his own blade do to you? and what would it benefit him if does decide to come at you once more? the one that gave him this serenity, this peace of mind he had once had long ago.

and if someone like you existed, won't his loyalties lie better at the hands at someone who was able to give him wanted? instead of continuously giving him tedious tasks, missions, with nothing to look forward to afterwards.

the silence broke with a snap of your fingers, golden dust particles coming off from your fingers, and of course, they had no choice but to refocus their attention to yours.

“somewhere, and someone, knew, that i would be here,” you incite, your irises preying to their direction, settling upon the battered three.

“it's not you,”

“isolated from the express. a coordination much perfectly timed, and so carefully anticipated,” and your gaze shifts to kafka.

“as if my presence caused a troubled influx of superiority, becoming known to those with great influence.” they all glance to one another, specifically to silverwolf shrugging, before laying their eyes on you as you continue ascending.

you point to blade.

“nor you,”

to the silverwolf girl.

“especially not you,” you point to kafka, and can't help but subtly smirk to the sight of her in her physical state, something that you had a delight in causing from her persistence in erasing you from elios' narrative.

“and,” you let out an amused 'hmm.' “the three of you are so willing to reduce yourselves into puppets,” and you raise your chin, and you sneer at their facial response and ques. “so, continue what you are familiar with, and listen well.”

with your index, you do a vertical motion, cutting the ether with a dark glow that trailed your finger against the space before you, the rift having these scarlet and gold colored, mist-like substances seeping out from its contents.

the rift expands shortly after its creation, warping and molding into a dark gate, with an arched entrance, and an abyss at the other side, pertaining the same two-colored mists that glittered towards you.

the two hunters had already helped kafka up, continued to look towards you that was prepping to take your leave. “on the day, where···i find the path of akivili struggling against their foes, will be the same day where the concept of their faction ends. this includes any living, and non-living thing.” you give both the two contrasting individuals, before taking a glance to blade.

“because a herrscher—no,” you pause, rethinking your choice of words, turning your body to them once more. if welt had provided you information that holds true, then.

“classify me with a category you're all familiar with, to give your elios' an idea of what kind you are dealing with, and is planning against. you are making an enemy of an emanator of a pathless.”

you sigh through your nose.

“and maybe something more.”

but this faction didn't need to know about that yet, especially blade.

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”... And, if any of you partake in harming The Sovereign, Welt Yang, I will gladly ruin the continent of this universe only within a few hours, heed my warning, or die permanently to the touch of my weapon.”

Permanently. Permanently?

Warm, throbbing and dizzying.

That's what he felt at the moment from the genuine threat you gave, he sensed no bluffs, no lies and only the truth, and he... found complete comfort in knowing you can give such a wish to the trouble man who struggles in his immortality.

Blade's heart only fluttered to your words upon talking about a permanent death, while Kafka only looked... genuinely annoyed for the first time, something even Silverwolf couldn't achieve.

Herrscher... Herrscher... Whatever you called yourself, it was an old language and something Silverwolf can definitely look up about.

And you, mentioning Welt Yang of the Astral Express—even if you said something else... about... him being the Sovereign? Them following Elio's next scriptures, they will definitely be stopping by to wherever Welt Yang is, alone or not, ignoring your genuine warning with the goal of attaining information from him regarding to you.

Blade... smitten at the thought of permanent death, only wanted to meet you again, to feel your authoritive, piercing gaze to him again.

He tried his best, prolonging the pierced scar you placed upon his flesh, to not heal immediately, but ultimately losing to his immortality a few days after, leaving him restless and unyielding to the thought of your reverence since meeting you.

Herrscher... of Death.

Something his mind kept repeating, and the threatening, genuine tone of your elegant and sensual voice just left him alone with his vitality, his newfound serene and awareness of himself that you bestowed to him only frazzled his mind and the clear emotions he was once experiencing again in a frantic daze.

He will plead to Elio, to Kafka, to let him meet you again—ultimately being denied as you were the most dangerous leading actress in their script that they desperately tried resuming without fail. He needed to see you again, that was apparent, and his visible desperation only amused Silverwolf while she worked, researching about you with Blade by her side, waiting for the silver haired girl to indulge him anything related to you.

You tested his patience immediately.

You were emitting such intense, unfamiliar blazing heat signatures that anyone with the technology or the abilities to sense such energy can easily detect in any reach within the universe, thus alerting... a few Aeons.

But only The Aeon Of Destruction was the first to take action.

The Aeon himself... had a certain difficulty capturing you in his domain in psychological aspects, all because of the intense, infinite authority that the Will of Honkai had that resided within you.

You were on your way towards Jarilo-VI, heeding the cute little human whose wrist you gripped firmly previously request since encountering the—Trailblazers...

is what they call themselves, apparently they're also under the belief of what they call an "Aeon" something similar to you, an Aeon of Trailblaze, named Aki- Akivili? No matter, The Sovereign had already informed you quite a lot, important information that had stored inside your brain with the help of the Will, that enhanced your capabilities in all aspects.

Once again, you were on your way towards the supposed cold planet you haven't been to, heeding a request to the human named after a month, flying along the sea of stars with your flowy, dark and elegant dress, only to be met with a sudden bright light combusted to where you previously were that you effortlessly dodged.

Looking over your shoulder with a stern gaze, your irises land upon an unfamiliar figure, a figure whose presence heavily differed from the people you encountered previously.

Your stoic expression changed to one that was filled with amusement, your lips curled into a sly smirk as you turn your body to face the figure who dripped in gold.

“Now this... is a situation I've certainly been wondering about since my time here in this universe.”

You enraged him with the familiar feelings of anger, frustration and all things negative.

You weren't cowering in fear, dread and insanity like the last time people laid their eyes upon, and that angered him further.

“Reveal your nature, or perish to my wrath.”

...

“And who, might I be revealing myself to?”

You questioned the Aeon back?

A sudden whip of golden liquid hurled towards you in a speed that only beings like you and him are able to witness.

But it was met with an effortless vertical rift of darkness that emitted with white dust particles that met the aureate liquid whip, and you weren't moving an inch as well.

The Aeon's slashed chest that continued to drip with gold, throbbed with a slowly growing sense of wonder from your piercing, unwavering gaze.

A staring contest basically, all while both of your abilities continued to clash each other, but one thing was clear... You genuinely weren't phased by such a situation at all, especially with that growing faint smirk that he grew more irritated of.

Fucks sake, he was an Aeon.

But you...

He didn't know anything about you, everyone except for your mentor's mentor (Welt Yang).

How was the Aeon supposed to know? That you were a living death, an absolutely feared existence back in your homeworld?

As soon as an uncontrollable yawn escaped your mouth, your little action caused the being to flare up in golden destruction of his boiling liquid.

“You dare...”

“I dare.”

He genuinely wanted to go all out.

But how can you satiate the thoughts the stirred endlessly within his heavily troubled mind? How can you heed his running questions if he decided to end you? (He can't, if he tried either way.)

“You're one of the creatures who call themselves... an Aeon, that the mortals revel and believe in, aren't you?”

Creatures. Creatures???

He's so pissed off that its starting to show on his face, veins popping all over his jaw along with the dilating gaze of fury was visible to you, causing your playfulness to highten. He was one of those type of 'rulers' that you despised, the same type of Herrschers who wanted to rule over humanity that you hated.

And the fact that you called him a creature.

Another blink, and he was suddenly infront of you, fuming before you while you planted your 'innocent' smirk towards the tall, menacing Aeon.

“What are you.”

Now, Welt Yang had mentioned the time, date and the advance technologies about this universe to you. Of course it was all vast and drastically different to both of your homeworlds, even the Previous Era's technologies heavily differed to this universe's, and this universe was all the way fast forward to a more than a thousand years later, and the time this mission you did in hopes of discovering Welt Yang's whereabouts happened, it was 2029 in your homeworld, a vital information that heavily fascinated you.

With that knowledge in mind.

“An old god.”

?

“No such thing.”

“Of course, you most likely came into life after the creation of the old, ancient rulers titled Herrschers.”

...

Herrs...cher?

“An old language... You speak the truth.”

“But of course.”

What can he do now? What is he able to do?

You were a more ancient testimony in contrast to him, he couldn't... fanthom you, understand you.

“And I come from another universe if it satisfies your loud thoughts.”

“...That is if you believe in multiverses, being who weeps in gold.”

“Mm.” That made sense to the Aeon, a concept he can grasp. His anger immediately soothed, replaced with a natural curiousity and fascination towards the being before him.

“Before so rudely interrupting my travels,”

“All you need to know, is that I side with humanity.”

Oh.

“And I've most definitely heard of your endless atrocities and sins against the mortals who struggled to your lowly imbued subjects that abide your words, Aurelian.”

Referring to the time where the pink haired mortal that shared their recent adventure against a being named Phantylia the Undying, a Lord Ravager who works under the Aeon, Nanook.

The air tensed once again, this time the Aeon felt your seriousness, your stern, unwavering gaze.

Your words raised a question within him.

“...Why do you side with such weak, feeble and distasteful creatures? Beings that taint themselves with nothing but greed, selfishness, and an endless need to hurt their fellow kin—”

“You speak from experience, don't you?”

Ah. That was haunting, for a split second.

Oh how he hated your words with a passion.

Only because... you spoke nothing but continuous truth, and despite his supreme status of being the Aeon of Destruction...

The forgotten, brought out once mofe with the truth can only truly waver whatever creature harbors a dark, sinful past—and we all know this certain Aeon, is just oozing with a heavy amount of all kinds of negativity. Holding eons and eons worth of sin, all by a tall, dark, and quite ravishing figure.

Bzzt Bzzt ... Bzzt

Right, Jarilo-VI.

“Mm, however fascinating this situation is, I must take my lea—”

“No.” (Decode: I'm not done with you.)

“Unfortunately, that is not for you to decide, Aurelian.”

“Tch, foolish woman.” Says the Aeon and his uncharacteristic actions right now.

Aurelian... you already had a nickname for him? Teasing bastard.

Nanook attempted to grab your arm, only for you for you to retract and raise it up as your face breaks into a knowing smirk once again from earlier.

Wh—!?

“You dare defy me?”

“You dare provoke me?” Your smirk fainted, narrowing your eyes to his actions.

“You're blessed to witness my appearance that many perish in hopes of understanding the concept of an Aeon.”

He attempted to attain you in his grasp once again, which he successfully did as his hands finds its way swiftly to your wrist.

“Unhand me, the subjects of Akivili need my presence.” — “At once.”

“Resist once more and you'll b—”

You sigh, in defeat, summoning the tall, black and red gate you previously with your other free hand, and he took witness to your effortless abilities.

“Encounter me once again in another time where I don't have matters to attend to, Aurelian.”

The moment he loosened his grip upon witnessing your summoned gate, you quickly free yourself from him, floating backwards towards the gate while your eyes settled into his, before disappearing into the gate towards Jarilo-VI.

Too agile, he thought.

“... How difficult.” He referred to your enigmatic existence. Nanook's thoughts lingered about you, a serious threat to his existence and his other fellow Aeons, and yet couldn't help but think about the nickname you gave him.

The way your rifts of darkness swallowed his bright, golden attacks with minimal effort, he wanted to fight you again, maybe even seriously, he wanted to converse with you once more, more about you, your capabilities.

And, as trifling this encounter was, this one wasn't the worse one—for the Interastral Peace Corporation (IPC) had their eyes set on you.

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If you are a movie fan and haven't read the book yet, here are some irrelevant details from the book

Henry owns a cardigan

Arthur and Catherine meet on a Henry V play (which they named Henry after), which Catherine went to see and saw Arthur playing. She "shook off her security to disappear into London and dance all night".

Pez listens to kpop, and he got Alex into it

Nora watches drag race and got Henry into it

Henry is an Elton John fan (actually relevant in the book)

Alex is a Hall & Oates fan

Alex wears glasses (actually relevant in the book)

Henry is described by Alex as having lots of moles

Bea is the rockstar girlfriend, at the end of the book she plays on a concert and everything. She plays the guitar and is always wearing a leather jacket. She also has a fat cat called Mr Wobbles. And the queen wanted her to learn violin “since it was more proper” instead of guitar. “Bea was allowed to learn both, but she went to uni for classical violin.”

During the turkey phonecall, Henry is wearing a peely face mask

Amy is trans and has a pansexual wife

(Actually relevant) Catherine was not off in another country the whole story, just battling intense grief for her husband's death, so she wasn't present in her children's life, so they felt as if they lost both parents.

There's no king, she's actually a queen, her name is Mary and she should die (she's so so much worse on the book than the king is on the movie)

David is a service dog

(Actually relevant in the book) June bought a teen magazine at 15 and 13 year old Alex would sneak into her room to stare at the magazine (and the picture of a blonde 14 year old British prince on it).

Bea is the middle kid, Henry is the youngest

Henry is canonically on therapy and on antidepressants (since the start of the book)

I don't remember if they mentioned it on the movie but Arthur was James Bond and died of pancreatic cancer.

Alex’s favorite Olympic sport is rhythmic gymnastics

Bea had an addiction problem when Henry was about 17 (as a way to cope after their father's death) and only got herself into rehab after Henry went to her and started crying about dad was dead and he was gay and scared so she couldn't kill herself. That's how he came out to her

Alex doesn't wanna be president at the end of the book, he starts law school

Henry favourite star wars is Jedi, Alex's is Empire

June is allergic to peanuts

Alex runs and runs to cope and clear his head

He did not know he was bi until after Henry kissed him. Yes, he had a friend with benefits relationship with his high school friend Liam, but he genuinely thought it was perfectly platonic and straight

Also he doesn't keep on touch with Liam after high school (their friendship just slowly fades away, with living so far and Alex being suddenly famous) but they reconnect at the end

Alex and Henry move in together on a brownstone on Brooklyn, eventually they marry (after Henry abdicates) on the lake house, they move to a farmhouse on Austin, they spend their honeymoon unpacking

Pez is lactose intolerant

Bluebonnet is June’s code name, Barracuda is Alex’s

Henry is a big Austen fan, and makes references to her books through the story

Amy knits

Zahra has a sister who recently had a baby

June forced Alex into dresses as a kid

Henry’s favorite food is a cheap falafel stand ten minutes from the palace

Henry really likes sailing

Shaan has a motorbike

Alex is allergic to dust

Henry keeps a copy of Le Monde, the newspaper from the day they were in Paris, on his room

Alex and Nora dated when Alex was 17 and Nora 18 but realized they were definitely better off as friends. When they are bored, they like to create rumors about their relationship

Alex makes tons of lists to organize

Alex wears chinos, and claims kakhis are for white people

Nora is very good at math

Alex grew up catholic

At the end of their e-mails, Alex and Henry quoted historical lgbt love letters

Nora’s one-bedroom is “full of books and plants she tends to with complex spreadsheets of watering schedules.”

Nora is bisexual and on the aro spectrum (not canon on the book than she’s aro, but Casey did mention it somewhere)

Arthur gifted Henry a telescope for his seventh birthday

The karaoke scene happens not while on Texas but in some club full of queer people. The whole group is there, Pez got them matching kimonos. Alex’s says Hoe Dameron, Henry’s says Prince Buttercup. Aside from Henry singing Don’t Stop Me Now, Bea sings Call Me by Blondie, and Pez sings So Emotional by Whitney Houston in a “shockingly flawless falsetto”.

The lakehouse confessions happens while at night

The Kensington fight (after the lakehouse confession) is much more dramatic, they don’t go to the v&a that night, but the next night. That morning Henry got up early, and brought Alex coffee when he woke up. They made up.

Also Alex takes his coffee with cinnamon

Alex, Nora and Henry are gen z, while June is a millennial

#this has lots of things about Alex but we just know so so much about him #rwrb #casey mcquiston #red white and royal blue #firstprince #alex claremont diaz #henry fox mountchristen windsor #red white & royal blue #rwrb movie #rwrb film #nora holleran #june claremont diaz #bea fox mountchristen windsor #shaan srivastava #zahra bankston #amy chen #pez okonjo #rwrb alex #rwrb on prime #red white and royal blue movie

[infinityinakiss]

i see all of your "beatrice reading in bed with ava tucked in her arms, ava staring at bea like she hung the stars in the sky" headcannons and i raise you:

bea never had the choice to discover a love for learning, it was always something she was expected to do. she reads all those thick books because she thought that it was the only way to earn her parent's love. once she came to the ocs, she threw herself into research because beatrice has always known that reading was a means to an end. she doesn't read to calm her mind, she reads so that she is seen as better, as worthy.

ava, on the other hand, made a hamlet reference and has a poster of george orwell's 1984 hanging in her bedroom. she loves to read, and she grew up with people reading books to her. she fell in love with these stories that rewrote the world. they were a place of refuge, where ava's life could be something it wasn't.

(the thing about the hamlet reference is that it was directed to the other girl, even if she was looking at bea. she wanted to look at bea, so she did. bea knows ava loves to read.)

ava was the one that dragged bea to the library the first week there, even when bea said "there won't be anything of use there, ava. there's no point in looking."

bea is perusing the religious section of the library, looking for something to help them in the fight, when she feels a book drop into her hands and then another. the stack of books in her hands grows, ranging from a tale of two cities and one of the magic tree house books. by the time ava stops adding to the pile, the stack threatens to cut off beatrice's eyesight.

"This everything?"

"Yup."

"Alright, then."

when ava starts reading aloud in their apartment, her sweet honey voice filling the cracks in the walls, bea decides that lugging 17 books home was worth it. there was a lightness in her eyes that bea hadn't seen since the vatican and her energy seemed to settle, blanketing everything in a warm comfort. it was beautiful, angelic even. maybe she could give books another chance, if they made ava smile like that.

this was a long winded way of saying ava definitely read books aloud while bea cooked in the kitchen.

#this is fact #i checked with uncle simon #should we be a little concerned that ava's favorite book is 1984? #bisexual jesus really said fuck society #warrior nun #avatrice #ava silva #sister beatrice #SaveWarriorNun #save warrior nun

[mynameisballs]

All the parents for my Half-Bros Trolls AU

In my AU Brozone has the same dad, Morrissey and he has 4 separate baby mamas. Their names left to right: Bea, Sage, Morrissey, Bloom, and Nellie. Bea is John Dory and Bruce’s mom. Sage is Clay’s mom. Bloom is Floyd’s mom. And Nellie is Branch’s mom.

Morrissey

He’s Rosiepuff’s only son

He was 17 when he had JD, 18 when he had Bruce, 21 when he had Clay, 23 when he had Floyd, and 34 when he had Branch

He dreamed of becoming a famous singer and was in and out of the boys’ lives bc of it

He was the one who told the boys to start a band

Bea

Morrissey’s high school sweetheart

Got married to Morrissey after finding out they were going to have JD

Went gray shortly after JD was born

Morrissey divorced her shortly after Bruce was born

Stayed in her son’s lives for a good while before completely disappearing in their tween years

Sage

Was a hippie and convinced Morrissey to become one too

Clay was Morrissey’s only planned baby

Ran away with Morrissey to live on a commune when Clay was a baby

Stayed at the commune after her and Morrissey’s break up

Bloom

Was a pop star

Morrissey was basically her groupie

Was mean to all of Morrissey’s kids

Morrissey tried baby trapping her with Floyd so she left

Nellie

Part of a group of nomadic trolls called Eclectic trolls (they travel around enjoying all different types of music)

Introduced Morrissey to the Eclectic lifestyle

Morrissey never told her about Branch

I’m currently writing a fic for this AU

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