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writingforatwistedworld · 3 months

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A request...

Dunno if this has been done already but A self aware Azul, Trey, and Lilia reacting to the player saying they "had a bad day but seeing them made it much better".

Let me know if this is confusing and you're free to not answer of course

Self-aware au

I do not take any responsibility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, obsessive behavior, unhealthy behavior, mentions of blood, mentions of war, death, bad cringe humor bc I haven't written for a while

Trey Clover/ Azul Ashengrotto/Lilia Vanrouge-"Seeing you made my day better!"

Oh, are you alright?

The second you returned to them, Trey could tell that something was wrong with you

A bad day perhaps?

If he could talk to you he would sit you down to talk about what (or who) ruined your day (whilst secretly planning their demise but pshh)

But then you suddenly stare at the screen and drop something like that at him? Whew... I-I think he is swooning

He almost forgets that you are having a horrible time before all of this until he finally sees you having a strained expression once more before going off

Oh ok. This is fine. This is totally fine. Haha... TOTALLY FINE

Like, imagine my mans expression

He feels honored that you feel and think that way about him but at the same time...

Bro over here can't really help

He tries to be as present as possible after that

(Toatally not like a cat throwing itself on your lap for attention)

In his mind, the more present he is the better you feel

(Not like peeps play games to escape reality but sure, if Trey wants to see himself as your emotional aspirin then sure)

But perhaps his attention really helped, perhaps something good just happened that got you in a good mood

So when you finally said that seeing him made your day so much better it felt like the sun was peeking out from behind the clouds after a long storm

Well, luckily he didn't need to conspire with Draconia to get you here anymore

But then again, if what you said was true then him being with you would keep you happy all the time, right?

Oh what he does for his go-I mean his uncrowned ruler

This brings back a lot of dark memories for him

And I mean that literally

His memories of these days are filled with him sitting in a dark corner of his little pot

Only with the difference that for him his ray of light was food, for you it… is whatever this is

It does surprise him though

You, the high scholar, wisest of the wise, were more human than he imagined you to be

Well, to be fair, it was easy to imagine you as that unfeeling being that hovered over all of them

Day after day did the octopus see you do whatever you came to do and then go again

Although… you always made sure to check on him whilst having that faint smile on your face

How sweet. Doesn’t make him worry any less though

Until one day you finally tell him that seeing him made your day better

Wow… how is he supposed to react to that?

His inspiration for everything he does sees him in that light

This totally won’t get to his now. Naw. I have no idea what you are talking about

Continue to tell him that. Tell him how much his presence makes you happy

And if you should look in the direction of some unfortunate NPC that unknowingly made you laugh he will see red

Interesting, his cane looks a bit red as well. The handle area should be cleaned again… why is it so sticky?

Lilia is not amused

Sleep deprived, yes, but not amused

Oh why that? Well, this father decided to pray even more to you in order to cheer you up

Now, if you know anything about Lilia in this au then you also know how religious he is, so him praying even more? Uh… perhaps he gets two hours of sleep at best

You are his god so surely you hear his words, asking you why your expression is always so sad, so exhausted

STOP SHARPENING YOUR SWORD YOU OLD BAT THERE IS NO NEED TO START A HOLY WAR IN THE OVERSEERS NAME WTF MADE YOU EVEN THINK OF THAT SOLUTION??!

Anyways, if Lilia is not in a good mood, so is entire Diasomnia. He is more or less the dorms old and wise fairy grandmother who hands out advice like lollipops so when he is not in a good mood, so is nobody else

No matter what the local group of non-violent military trained guys do, they just can’t cheer up their usually oh so happy teacher and guide

Lilia reminds the NPCs of the dorm of a certain general they read about in the history books (but there is no way that could be Lilia)

Until one day he walks in like he is in a romance anime, looking up with sparkling eyes to the altar and thanking your statue for your favor

If this was any other dorm, he would have been send to the school therapist (oh yeah, they have a shrimp instead of that)

When asked by his son what happened Lilia just looks up, still with that weird look in his eyes, tells him that “I have finally been noticed by our grace”

Malleus is telling Sebek in the meantime to call for a doctor because it seems like their general just lost his last few marbles

What really happened was Lilia heads down dangling from who knows where, perhaps the cafeteria chandelier, and asking himself what could have made you so sullen the last few days

Until suddenly you zipped in, looked at him (probably once up to his knees and then down to his head whilst saying “Mhm. Looks good.”) and were like “Seeing you made my day better.”

That was the moment when Lilia lost his grip on the metal and fell face-first, thankfully it was already late so no one was present but if I got a coin every time he fell like that I would have one, which tells us how rarely that happens

How about you go to whatever NPCs that govern the other countries and warn them that there is a high low-key mad general who would start would annihilation if you so much as feel slightly sluggish

You know those people who need to hear compliments constantly so they don't go bananas? Yeah

Whoops. Seems like you complimented the uniform of Octavinelles uniforms after seeing one of their NPCs. Wonder what happened to that guy. He isn't attending his classes anymore, that's for sure

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rainystarters · 9 months

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* ☔ : action prompts inspired by FANTASY, NOBILITY, ETC. some prompts are usfw. add reversed for the muse receiving the meme to perform the action instead. ( adjust scenarios or specify details as needed. )

crown of dawn. sender swears their fealty to the receiver.

crown of silver. sender congratulates the receiver on their political engagement, hiding their true affection for the receiver.

crown of midnight. sender dances with the receiver at a masquerade.

crown of glass. sender meets the receiver while their true identity is concealed.

crown of shadows. sender controls the receiver through magic or blackmail, making them their pawn so they can rule from the background.

crown of ink. sender meets the receiver for the first time after they are joined in an arranged marriage.

crown of starlight. sender kneels before the receiver to receive a boon.

crown of rot. sender accuses the receiver of failing their people.

crown of sorrow. sender tells the receiver they are the new lord/queen/etc. as those ahead of them in the line of succession have died.

crown of blood. sender stands before the receiver to be judged for their crimes.

crown of lies. sender accuses the receiver of not being the true heir.

crown of thorns. sender crowns the receiver after killing the previous ruler.

crown of nightshade. sender consumes a poisoned drink meant for the receiver.

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wand of bone. sender uses necromancy to raise the receiver's companions from to dead to aid the sender in fighting against the receiver.

wand of ivy. sender ensnares the receiver in a net of living vines.

wand of twilight. sender conjures the spirit of the receiver from the land of the dead to speak with them.

wand of clouds. sender infiltrates the receiver's dreams to learn their desires.

wand of portals. sender summons the receiver to their world.

wand of resurrection. sender brings the receiver back to life.

wand of memory. sender clouds the receiver's mind so they don't leave.

wand of blossoms. sender grows flowers in the receiver's hair.

wand of salt. sender heals the receiver's wounds.

wand of leaves. sender asks the receiver to read their fortune.

wand of lightning. sender conjures a storm to impede the receiver.

wand of masks. sender crosses paths with the receiver while disguised as them.

wand of flesh. sender wounds the receiver to fuel their blood magic.

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sword of honor. sender challenges the receiver to a duel to decide an argument.

sword of moons. sender wakes up to discover the receiver pressing a blade against the sender's throat.

sword of sacrifice. sender takes a deadly attack meant for the receiver.

sword of wrath. sender kills the receiver's loved one(s) as they watch.

sword of loyalty. sender executes someone at the receiver's command.

sword of blessings. sender asks the receiver to bless their weapon before battle.

sword of madness. sender tries to stop the receiver's bloodthirsty rage.

sword of ruin. sender tortures the receiver for information.

sword of defeat. sender surrenders to the receiver after a hard-fought battle.

sword of ash. sender asks the receiver to kill them for failing the receiver.

sword of spite. sender twists their weapon deeper into the receiver's wound.

sword of wind. sender quickly kills an enemy before they attack the receiver.

sword of betrayal. sender stabs the receiver in the back.

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card of misfortune. sender catches the receiver trying to pick their pocket.

card of coins. sender buys the receiver a drink at a tavern.

card of vipers. sender meets the receiver in a thieves' den.

card of fools. sender finds the receiver caught in a trap, magical or otherwise.

card of iron. sender recognizes the receiver from a wanted poster.

card of vultures. sender is caught looting a dead body by the receiver.

card of songs. sender asks a bard to sing a ballad about the receiver.

card of keys. sender picks a lock to help the receiver escape.

card of winter. sender finds the receiver dying of frostbite and gathers them in their arms to warm them.

card of dust. sender finds the receiver asleep over a book and wakes them.

card of stars. sender keeps the receiver company during first watch at camp.

card of crows. sender warns the receiver they're being followed but that the sender can protect them—for a fee.

card of twine. sender stitches a wound shut for the receiver.

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heart of virtue. sender presses a kiss to the back of the receiver's hand.

heart of devotion. sender slips their signet ring onto the receiver's finger.

heart of roses. sender gives the receiver a token of their favor before a tourney.

heart of thrones. sender kneels before the receiver to pleasure them.

heart of destiny. sender tells the receiver they are fated or reincarnated lovers.

heart of honey. sender intimately feeds the receiver by hand.

heart of darkness. sender cloaks themselves and the receiver in shadows so they can kiss in public.

heart of stone. sender asks the receiver to be their lover as they can't marry.

heart of gold. sender renounces their title to be with the receiver.

heart of wolves. sender intimately licks blood from the receiver's body.

heart of knives. sender cuts the clothes from the receiver's body, unable to wait.

heart of dusk. sender meets the receiver in secret to be together.

heart of embers. sender initiates intimacy to keep the receiver warm.

#rp memes #rp sentence starters #rp sentence meme #sentence starters #rp prompts #action rp memes

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tainbocuailnge · 17 days

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it sucks that all the knight parts of arknights ch11 are just not great. i think they're very good at writing the struggles and resistance of ordinary people through the salvation corps and people like miss golding and feist's grandma, and also at like the terror of facing powerful sarkaz in battle and amiya briefly experiencing the ancestral suffering of existing as a sarkaz and stuff like that, so from one scene to another the tension is maintained well enough even if i think the pacing isn't great. except when it's about the glasgow gang. when it's about them there's just suddenly nothing happening.

and it's not unclear what they're supposed to be contributing to the story here: victoria had been falling apart under the selfish greed of its nobility long before the sarkaz occupied the city, and to save victoria requires having a vision of how you want to define victoria, of what parts of victoria can and should be saved. the culture of victoria built much of its sense of honor and justice on the image of its (steam) knights so there is a message in the steam knights being missing and the heir to the throne and her knights being a street gang. what is worth swearing loyalty to as a knight when the difference between the throne and the people, between the concept and the lived reality of victoria is so vast? these are classic knight themes and very easy to work with because of how timeless they are. there is potential too in the contrast between victoria's lost knights (as an ideal warrior that fights to defend its homeland) versus the sarkaz mercenary soldiers (the reality of warriors fighting to reclaim and avenge a lost home) and how people like horn straddle the line. they touch on it briefly when golding laments that the play about the steam knights that she hoped would teach the kids knightly ideals only cements the image of the steam knights as a bludgeon against their enemies.

but every time the focus is on the actual royal heir and her knights they keep telling you the same shit. vina is an important figure. vina has an important choice to make soon. vina has much responsibility on her shoulders. vina has many people putting their trust in her to make an important choice soon because she is important. shit dude we've known that since the game released, we were all waiting for the main story to go to victoria and finally let her do shit, and now 2 chapters of 20+ stages in victoria later she's still not really done anything at all except stand around and have other people tell you how important she is and how she's definitely gonna do something important any moment now. all this effort to get her hands on the royal sword with hardly any indication of siege's own capabilities or convictions as a ruler. everyone in glasgow gang keeps gassing her up and she's just standing there.

so you end up not buying any of the knightly ideals they're talking about because for every time dagda or indra or morgan say they're protecting victoria and its future by sucking up to siege there's a factory worker risking it all and building a doohickey to actually make a stand with. and when you finally find the sword of victoria's kings your path is barred by the last steam knight who still moves through pure strength of will to protect the one thing he can still truly say is "the victoria he fought for", and you're not even obligated to actually fight him. man, what are we even doing here then.

#arklance

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mydarlingdyke · 4 months

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knight!vi drabble series

I - to die beside you, the grandest honor

vi was not the type to cry.

at least not in front of you.

for she was your knight, your protector against all evil. no human, animal or monster would ever dare come near you, for they knew they'd meet the wrath of one of the strongest fighters in the kingdom.

she'd learn to take up a sword at the ripe age of thirteen, when she was left homeless and forgotten by her own kin; to protect her younger sister powder from the dangers threatening to pounce at them from every corner. and she grew up clever, ruthless, strong, for that is all she knew: how to protect. protect those she loved and what she held dear in this world.

so it didn't come as a surprise to her when, after witnessing fifteen winters in this cruel world, she found yet another precious thing to defend: you.

the only child of the king and queen. the rightful heir to the throne. it was no simple task growing up to rule the kingdom, an entire nation to be placed in your name when your father and mother passed on such duty. it was a lonely upbringing, the only people your age being either potential suitors or rivals in the matchmaking scene.

though it's not like you cared for all that. that was your parents' doing, insisting you should find a partner, someone to continue the royal bloodline with; someone to secure another generation of rulers and people of influence. in all honesty, you couldn't care less.

but when you met vi, you in fact did care even less.

taken under the wing of one of the strongest knights in the realm, sir vander, she lived in the knight's quarters and relished in her new life, full of peril and adventure. she was assigned as your personal knight soon after, and it made you inseparable.

she was the only friend you had during your last three years of blissful teenage life. your confidant, your helper, your protector— to only name a few of her epithets. she'd come to know your dreams, your fears, your interests and all the latest high-society gossip. you wouldn't be seen around without her stuck to your side. and of course, you were girls; even though your responsibilities didn't allow you to live that way, being with vi made you feel like just another kid in the world. not one with the weight of the nation on your shoulders, not one destined to die in a golden chamber at the age of forty-two.

and as the seasons changed, vi's love for you changed as well. it was more than being just a bit close to her highness, more than just swearing an oath to protect her against all odds. it became softer; a dull pain in her chest blossoming every time she saw you skipping around the courtyard, her following close behind in a steady stride. it became a shiver down her spine whenever she heard your voice, sweet as honey and soft as silk, when you called out her name. it turned into one, two— no, an entire migration of butterflies whirling up in her stomach that would torture her as she visited your chamber in those late nights. was it fear of getting caught? or was it the fact that she was no longer a child, that she knew what adults would do in the secrecy of those hours?

there was, unequivocally, tension in the air. for you too would find yourself focusing a little too hard on her figure, on her eyes and the way they were cold as ice— until they landed on you. that thick wall she built around herself would immediately melt under the warmth of your smile, the sweetness of your gaze, or even just the smallest glimpse of your silhouette nearby. she became infatuated with you the same way you were with her.

that's why her late night trips to your room became laced with something more than just yearning to be around you more often, more than just for the sake of your friendship— it was a burning need in her chest, an uncomfortable ache that grew every second you were apart. vi came to think it was all one sided, just a stupid and unimportant crush... until one of those nights the desperation in your eyes and the softness of your voice invited her in, and she realized she'd fallen a little too deep a little too late. she tasted heaven on your lips that night.

but how could she, a lowly knight, aspire to ever love someone as divine as you? a member of the royal family? the princess, nonetheless? you belonged to the kingdom, destined to rule and to someday wed...

oh, that thought made vi's chest burn with impotence. not only your union would have to be with a man, but with someone else. she sometimes wondered what would happen if she would've been born an aristocrat. would she be able to have you for life? would people overlook the fact that you were both women, just because of her status? on other days she'd wonder what would've happened if she'd been born a man. even as a knight, the odds of asking for your hand in marriage would be stacked in her favor. she'd have to become a war hero, and then she'd be bestowed a title worthy of high society and a plot of land to rule over...

she would literally risk being reborn as an entirely different person, if it meant having you.

the amount of times her own mind would pounce on her unsuspecting self, bringing forth plans and complicated plots for the both of you to elope, escape your current lives and leave all that behind. at this point she cared little for her safety, considering she might get caught and executed for "kidnapping" the princess. she believed she'd die a happy woman, nonetheless.

vi was not the type to cry.

at least not in front of you.

yet as she stood there, alongside her fellow knights and squires, watching you walk down the aisle in the most gorgeous dress and most delicate veil over your sad features, she couldn't help the way her eyes glossed over. you looked angelical. pure, beautiful, as the first snow that fell from the heavens on a winter's day. walking towards a man that she believed will never see you the same, will never know you the same, and will never love you the same as she did. and she knew you'd never give your heart to him the same way you gave it to her. even if it was just for a brief moment in your life, she had it.

she just wished she had it till the day she died.

she would've surely died a happy woman.

#vi arcane #arcane netflix #vi x reader #arcane #vi x you #arcane fanfic #wlw fanfic #wlw #lesbian #sapphic #vi x fem reader #⋆｡˚ knight!vi #mydarlingdyke #mydarlingdyke works

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avionvadion · 5 months

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Kirinmaru looks like the dollar store version of Takemaru.

#anti yashahime #swords of an honorable ruler #Inuyasha #Takemaru of Setsuna #makes sense though that dumpster fire was so bad #they copied their own homework and tried to change it so we wouldn’t notice #kirinmaru

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the-whispers-of-death · 28 days

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So per the results of the poll I did two days ago, Knight!Price is in love with a gender-neutral Reader/Sovereign!Reader. While it is gender-neutral, Reader has shoulder-length hair to symbolize that their kingdom is in a time of peace. Like with Knight!Ghost, I just made up a kingdom name. CW: Assassination attempt on Reader (Price protects you, dw) Part One, Part Two

You were out and about in Wixia, the capital city of your kingdom, Orithia. You were in the city square, playing with the kids and enjoying being with your people. Your laughter filled the air as you playfully chased kids and watched them squeal.

Your loyal knights of your Royal Guard managed to keep up with you as you chased after the kids, dutifully watching over you. One of those knights was the head of the Royal Guard, John Price. A man who had been your loyal knight ever since you took the throne many years ago when you turned eighteen.

John kept his eyes on you, taking in every inch of your sweat-laden skin. His eyes roamed all over, taking in your beautiful shoulder-length hair, a symbol of how Ortihia was in an era of peace. He drank in the sight of your beautiful colored eyes, alight with such intense joy. How your movements were so graceful as you played with your younger subjects.

You and the children eventually stopped running to catch your breaths, breathy laughter escaping from your lips. As you were catching your breath, another kid ran up to you, carrying a hand-crafted flower crown.

"Oh, is this for me?" you asked, smiling as you took the flower crown gently from the child. Your smile widened when they nodded. "In that case, I'll be honored to wear this flower crown."

You beckoned John forward and when he was near, you took off your jeweled crown and placed it in his awaiting hands. It was unusual for a ruler to take off their crown in front of their subjects, but you weren't a regular ruler. You replaced the jeweled crown with the flower crown, placing it upon your head.

You turned to John, tilting your head up slightly to look him in the eyes. "How do I look, Sir John?"

"You look splendid, Your Majesty," John responded, staring at the flower crown upon your head instead of in your eyes.

If you had looked closer, you'd see how blown-out his pupils were, like you were the most breathtaking person he had ever seen.

"Thank you—"

Your words were cut off by the crowd around you crying out as a man wielding a sword pushed through them. The children around you scattered in fear as the man threw his sword in your direction.

It felt like it was all happening in slow-motion. You saw the sword fly through the air towards you, could see in your mind's eye the sword hitting its target; you. But you were frozen in place, your body not responding to your brain telling you to dodge the incoming sword.

And the sword came, but it didn't hit you. John twisted his body so his covered yours, the sword hitting his armor and bouncing off it—thankfully.

Chaos erupted, people screaming as they picked up their children and ran to their homes. The City Guards were half pursuing the man and the other half was somewhere else.

"My people," you gasped as John picked you up to carry you back to the horses. "I can't leave them!"

John had been calling out orders to the rest of the Royal Guard, telling them to cover you and to bring the horses. He looked down at you and responded, "The City Guards will ensure the people get to their homes safely. The other half are guiding people through the streets, look."

As he placed you on his horse, you saw that the other half of the City Guards that you hadn't seen before in the chaos were indeed helping your people go to their houses. As you were watching them all, John got behind you on his horse and leaned forward to grab the reins.

"We're leaving!" He called out to the rest of the Royal Guard. With those words, he flicked the reins and nudged the horse into a gallop towards the palace.

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Hours had passed by since the assassination attempt in the city square, and you were confined to your palace. It was now nighttime, the sun having set two hours ago.

You paced your bedchambers, having not seen John since your arrival to the palace.

You knew he was with the palace guards, fortifying the security of the palace. He was doing important work, securing your safety, but you couldn't help but be worried.

He took a sword for you. Yes, it bounced off his armor, but surely it must've bruised him even with the armor on. You had an urge to seek him out, make sure he was okay, and you told yourself that you'd do that with any other knight in your Royal Guard.

"I'm going to find Sir John," you said to the knights outside your bedchambers when you opened the door. "Does anyone know where he is?"

One of the knights shifted on her feet, clearly unused to you speaking to anyone during the nighttime. "He should be in his bedchambers, Your Majesty," she replied, her voice soft and reverent towards you. "Shall I escort you there?"

You nodded and that was all the answer she needed. Her boots clicked on the cobble-stoned floor as she led you towards the wing of the palace where the knights' bedchambers were. You followed her, nodding politely to anyone who bowed to you as you both made your way to John's bedchambers.

It didn't take you long to reach the bedchambers once you were in the wing where the knights all slept, since John had to be the closest in case he had to get to your wing in the middle of the night. The knight escorting you stopped before reaching the bedchambers, leaving you to walk to the doors alone to have privacy.

You walked to the imposing doors and knocked via the door knocker, waiting for John's response.

"Come in," he said shortly thereafter, his voice gruff as always.

You pushed open one of the doors, going inside the bedchambers. John was sitting on his bed, his armor and undershirt off to reveal his abdomen being bandaged. He seemed flustered that you were seeing him in such an undressed manner, scrambling for his undershirt as you ignored his apologies to walk towards him. You were too focused on the bandaged.

"You're injured," you murmured, your eyes on the bandages. You stopped in front of him and without thinking, you gently touched the bandages.

John winced, whether because he was in pain or because you were touching him, you didn't know.

"Just some bruises, nothing to be worried about, Your Majesty," he assured. His words were softer now, his breath hitting your cheek since you two were so close.

You looked up at him, staring into his beautiful blue eyes. "You put yourself in front of an incoming sword for me," you stated, as if he had somehow forgotten all that transpired earlier.

"You're my Sovereign, Your Majesty. It's my duty to take swords for you," he replied, his voice steady now. With your hand still on the bandages, he reached down to place his hand on top of yours. "I'm honored to be able to protect you and I would place myself in front of you to take whatever weapons coming your way all day, every day."

"Duty, is that the only reason you did it?" you asked, unable to help yourself.

John's eyebrows furrowed, confused at the sudden question. "Of course, Your Majesty. I am loyal to you and the throne."

The answer stung and you didn't know why. So you pulled back from him, masking the hurt with a smile.

"I should leave you to rest, Sir John. Have a good night."

With those words, you turned on your heel and left his bedchambers, closing the door behind you. John stared at where you were, confused even more.

Was that not the right answer? Did you not believe him?

The question was to test him, he told himself. Your way of making sure he was still loyal. And he was. He would never dare turning away from you.

You were his Sovereign, someone he'd follow into battle any day. You were kind, never once raising your voice at your subjects. Your diplomacy skills enabled you to keep the kingdom in the time of peace that your mother ushered in before she died.

You were someone he admired greatly.

And he also shamefully dreamt of you. Dreamt of holding you close to him, sleeping beside you and waking up to your bedhead in the morning. Dreamt of being the man you loved.

It was truly shameful of him to do so, which was why he had to limit his answer to saying he was loyal to you and the throne. Truth be told, he was only loyal to you. If you decided to not be Sovereign of Orithia one day, he'd follow you to wherever you went.

And that was dangerous.

You trusted him to protect you, to protect the people of Orithia. He had to push down his feelings for you, so he could be the knight you needed.

He sighed and ran his hand through his brown hair, sitting back down on the bed.

All he needed to do was not act on his feelings.

Reblogs are welcomed & appreciated! Asks are open, feel free to pop in and talk or request something! (SFW requests only, please and thank you)

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sailormoonblue · 2 years

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Characters | Inuyasha the Movie 3: Swords of an Honorable Ruler

#inuyasha characters #Inuyasha the Movie 3 #Inuyasha #Swords of an Honorable Ruler #anime characters #anime

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sessrin-eternity2 · 1 month

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Sesshomaru frames Part 158 (Movie 3)

These close ups of Sesshomaru are absolutely incredible. His expressions are perfect and his face, omgooosh.

(∩´∀`∩)💕

Silence! He yells in the English Dub He got tired of hearing that sword talk.

#sessrin #Inuyasha the Movie: Swords of an Honorable Ruler #Sesshomaru Frames #sesshomaru #rin #towa #setsuna #sessrin positivity #yashahime #inuyasha

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spacexseven · 1 year

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IK THE ROYAL AU IS MY IDA BUT I WANNA HEAR MORE OF WHAT YOU THINK BECAUSE LIKE NORMALLY I FIND IT EASIER TO THINK OF FURTHER IDEASSSS -🌺

im sorry im going to use this an opportunity to go on about the prince fyodor w a personal knight reader

cw: slight yandere themes, violence

fyodor didn't want to let you see him looking so powerful just yet.

as far as you're concerned, his highness prefers working from the shadows. he isn't as popular as the other princes, nor does he have any offensive skills to show—his influence is weak and his demeanor mild. it fills you with fury when you hear the other princes laugh at him when he proposes new laws, and it takes everything in you to not lash out at the maids that giggle about how weak he looks. even the other nobles don't hide their insults, spreading rumours that tarnish his reputation and drag his name through the mud though they knew nothing about him.

only you had seen him spend sleepless nights studying papers and reports about the condition of the kingdom. only you knew about the wealth he was secretly amassing under a pen name, investing in advanced technology and talented artists, and the unconventional, but powerful, connections he was making with sorcerers and businessmen alike. you listened, starry eyed and in awe as he explained the most complex issues in the kingdom to you in a manner even you, who had not learned about the societal and economical concepts he knew, could understand.

sure, he didn't do the same showy acts of charity as the others, but his highness was not one for unnecessary pretenses. he showed no mercy when he instructed you to slaughter any assassins sent after him, but in your eyes, it was all justified. you don't expect that the prince who had been scorned since birth would have any compassion for his enemies.

many of your friends, knights under other orders, would often advise you to leave fyodor's side and join someone else, anyone else. even working for a dukedom would bring you more honor and fame than working under fyodor. though you knew they meant well, you never accepted their offers, instead standing tall by your master's side. you showed up to every public appearance by his side, you traveled anywhere he did, and you did as he ordered without question. anyone who had met fyodor had seen your unwavering loyalty first hand, and your name would eventually get tied to his.

to you, the prince you served was the only one who should become king. you sometimes wondered if he'd order you to slaughter the rest once the crown was laid upon his head, or if he'd suddenly revert to a kind, warm ruler. tyrant or not, he was still your master.

and fyodor wanted you to believe that his anaemic constitution and lack of strength to be a flaw. you didn't know that he was an extremely skilled sorcerer; one with powers beyond your imagination, nor did you know that he had already found a way to secure the throne. the assassins sent after him were no match for his own powers, but he liked having you protect him. he liked watching you leap up and put your life before his, even if the slightest scratch you received in return would lead to the complete annihilation of the person who planned the attack.

he liked when you had your sword at nikolai's throat the minute he even mentioned betraying fyodor, he liked the fire in your eyes when you defended him. he liked knowing that you had already dedicated your life to serving him. and if letting you believe he was weak would mean you coddled him even a little more, he didn't mind keeping up the appearances for a little longer.

but the charade had to end someday, and as he observed the look of admiration and surprise from you, who was witnessing him for his true nature, his resolve was reignited. when his amethyst eyes glowed with bloodthirst, and everyone else shuddered in front of the menacing look on his face, you had nothing but triumph and pure admiration to show. with the weight of the crown on his head and the kneeling figures of those who scorned him in front of him fueling his high, he uttered only a simple spell; one that would ensure the halls were painted red without him having to lift a finger.

even after the chaos that unfolded, all he could think about was how charming you'd look in your new uniform, standing by his—the king's—side when the morning came.

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