Verdant Wind
In our Golden Wildfire...
I’m back form the deads and to no one’s surprise I’m still in love with Mr Claude Von Riegan. I know there has been a lot of ruckus about the game (I'm active on twitter so,,, boy,,,) but I personally liked Golden Wildfire a lot!
Such an interesting take on Claude’s character and the struggles he’s constantly faced with. I also love how it contrasts nicely with Verdant Wind down to the ending. Unlike Dimitri or Edelgard, Claude’s role is not locked, with the addition of 3hopes, he has taken pretty much every side of the war and I really find this cool for his character.
King, I have your back no matter what, even if you gave me white hair for half of your route.
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nono.... i think the people would like you to start speaking on his hands bc... um. i am thinking a LOT of thoughts right now.
lili 😭 i really shouldn't let my thoughts about this run free 😭😭 i have tried so hard to only post arms/hand/neck pics of oscar bcs that's who i started this blog for but... i may have slipped a few times...... and it's getting way too hard to hold back
lemme just insert these pics and then disappear bcs if i start to think about this... i will be up all night......
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50. Writer's preference - "And what if it is not you?"
The barb stung and Arthur turned away as quickly as if she had struck him.
These walks had become something of a tradition between the Prince and former Princess over the rolling weeks. With the out of doors near unpassable, Arthur's mornings had shifted to a shorter indoor practice before dawn, followed by a brief repast and then a stroll through the Orangery with the Lady Aria. Though they still argued as often as they didn't, there was something free and flowing in these conversations -- a strange sense that no subject was off limits...And that every single one was somehow taboo. It was perhaps true that they had each been raised as royalty, but it seemed their worlds could not have been more different.
Today, the subject had fallen to that all-encompassing theme of his life, the most pressing topic in the empire, and the one least likely ever to be openly addressed: Roderick's line of succession. It was an ache in his gut, this, a hill he had run up all his childhood only to find a sheer rockface confronting him. Now, scrambling for footholds in the brutal cliffside, it was a race to the top against those he loved most -- a climb now far too high to risk the drop. It was success or the death of all meaning. But what was he to do? Throw his siblings from the sides? They too held on by meager fingertips and he could not bear to think of them dashed against the teeth of the unforgiving stone so far below.
Arthur's jaw clenched. He kept her pace, but he no longer looked at her as she spoke; heard her only as if from a great distance. What was there to say? Yet, her last words burned, searing like vinegar in his cuts, and he turned sharply towards her, a rush sounding in his head.
"What? You favor someone else?" he demanded, all effort at bluster or calm stripped away. Surprise seemed to register in his face and, pressing his eyes shut, he shook his head, realizing she meant this only as rhetoric and, with a look of defeat, he sighed; shook his head. "How should I know? It would be the end for me."
He didn't look at her, now, gaze straying upwards towards the gently nodding trees, branches heavy and sagging with fruit. He thought of the tart-sweet of them, tawny and opening with a kind of crack. Fibrous chambers of juice attended the tiny seeds at the center and this, then, was life. Even trees limned their children with sweet cushions against the harsh reality of the world around them. When he laughed, it was a bitter sound.
Sighing, Arthur shook his head. "Aria, I--" but he stopped. He'd not said her name so baldly before and he gestured, helpless, voice trapped within his throat.
Her eyes were dark: not mere chocolate, but something else as if the sea had leaked into them and tossed against stormy shores within her mind. Her face was set, but he could not read it. He searched for something written there, something designed for him to read: he wanted it. He knew the message he wished to read. A very simple message. He wanted to read it again and again, see it roiling within the storm of her eyes. But there was nothing. She was no harbor. She was, perhaps, another deathly drop.
Aria lifted her chin. "Go on."
"I don't know what will happen if my father chooses someone else any more than you do. But I do know I will be a threat to whoever is chosen, simply for having been in the running, and..."
And if it were Edmund who were selected, whom Arthur regarded as the most likely alternative, he would not expect to long outlive his father -- or even his father's choice. Enemies of the House of Calainon had a way of disappearing. Arthur was not altogether certain they even lifted a finger: they were witches, after all. Likely, all they needed do was wish for a thing, and their dark magic did the rest. Edmund might not wish him gone, perhaps...but Amira would not hesitate. He could not help but think that would make for a horrible ending, all the demons of hell rising at her command. His would be a silent end, he had no doubt, yet he knew, too, that if it were by Amira's hand, he would die howling.
If Aria had said something else, Arthur had not heard it. At last, she said: "And what if the Emperor doesn't choose? What happens to us all, then?"
Arthur stopped short, and Aria beside him. "Then it'd be war."
He walked out without another word.
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copperdale institution apex predators kids 1. |
copperdale institution descripton ; the nepotism babies
alexander goth ; little clout-chaser, alexander is the second born heir to the goth family, his father mortimer, a renowned scientist. now teaching at the foxbury university, after bella goth mysteriously disappeared, alexander has been living it up with his permissive step-mother eloise hiddlestix introducing the flashly and lavish lifestyle to him. an admired icon on simtube and simtok, at only 16 alexander is already the starboy of the internet! well he's not so much an admired icon in school though. . . his annoying pranks, unchecked bullying, threatening to "cancel" anyone who didn't listen to him whatsoever, ok maybe five teachers got fired? so what.
atlas michaelson ; the student body vice president and co-captain of the copperdale basketball team, atlas is the teen dream. working as a rookie model under penny's modelling agency thanks to the grace of his bestfriend ishmael's sister brianna, atlas scored an early headstart of an career. atlas rarely seems to use his social media pages but when he does, everyone goes crazy. but until when his senior year comes, atlas is enjoying his benefits before it's time to actually have to put work in. and most of all keep his girlfriend luna villareal happy or else.
malcom landgraab ; richest guy in the academy but yet couldn't buy himself a prettier face or better personality. malcom is the leader, he's satan in a polo and slacks, and plus he plays golf! that's a red flag enough. he flexs his sports car and showcases his parents liquor to make his friends feel jealous and most of all stroke his ego. malcom gets away with so much it's fairly unbelievable from blackmail, vandalism, bullying, the academy refuses to do anything about it and he crosses his leg at the ankle knowing that "i run this school.. i run copperdale" everyone is scared of him rightfully so.
syndi scott ; the queen bee, she's the head cheerleader and the leader of the pack. syndi is a admired icon on social bunny and simtok as well as being besties with luna villareal & brianna reardon. syndi is in a PR relationship with ishmael, well the both of them... who knows honestly if they even like each other? while in the public eye the young couple always so happy and at solace, however times in the academy, the couple is either arguing, one crying or at frustration, and plus not to mention the anonymous sources have claimed that they see ishmael seeing other people. syndi knows what she can benefit from this relationship and her social status can't just spoof! the both of them are highly toxic but honestly in their own weird ways they love each other and their situationship.
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Dagny Headcanon: Imagination
(So I was trolling around Youtube as one does, and came across this little gem here; and was immediately sent because it's total Dagny energy, and I'm here for it.
Dagny with her boundless imagination, always cooking-up the wildest large-scale stories out of seemingly mundane stuff. Every leap across the couch is a trek across a mountain, every sandbox a desert, and of course the floor's the hottest lava in the history of ever. The possibilities are endless.
Things sometimes get a little aggressive and dicey, but hey, what's a story without some high-octane drama!
She's definitely considered the 'weird kid' at school, but never-ever lets it get her down. In fact, she considers her classmates the 'weird kids' instead. Sometimes they show-up in her stories as giant, butt-ugly monsters to slay.
The fact that she doesn't exactly have friends is hardly a bother... She's a lone-wolf, walking the dusty trail of life, and her mom always joins-in whenever she has the time. That's good enough in her eyes.
(She's definitely going to be a theater kid or a band kid when she gets older, look-out world.)
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