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Preview for "The Magic of Consequences" the April Patreon Short Story

(warnings ahead for temporary, implied child death and implied abuse. Please take care of yourselves)

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See, the thing about being a witch was that people had misconceptions about your profession. They thought you were busy cooking soup made of eyes and frog feet, or bottling the souls of whoever pissed you off to sell them to monsters and demons.

And sure, sometimes you handled disgusting ingredients – some made you whisper 'ew ew ew ew' under your breath the entire time. And sure, sometimes you made deals with unsavory, strange creatures. And, yeah, alright sometimes you did bottle souls, but you had never cut off a poor frog's feet. Or plucked out someone's eyes.

The sad part was, despite your best attempts to polish your reputation, people rarely sought you out for good reasons. You had made so many health tonics at the beginning of your career, excited to go around and make things a little better, only to be semi-gently reminded by reality that you should have gone and become a herbalist instead.

But herbalists had little to no magic and wasting your talent for the arcane had seemed stupid at the time. You hadn't had the money for the mage schools growing up and when a hedge witch had found you spelling apples to turn your bully's hair a bright, ugly color, you had found yourself with an impromptu teacher instead.

By now you were used to being sought out for less than savory deals, people appearing in your shop with hooded cloaks and shifty eyes and overly-obvious glances around for any witnesses. The utterly unimpressed face you greeted them with tended to make them even more shifty.

More often than not you managed to talk them down from their really, really dumb ideas – like desiring to love-potion-trap a prince in marriage or robbing a barony – but the rest of the time people were too intent on their dumb decisions.

Everything had consequences. You had written that in big, big bold letters on everything you sold. You pointed it out verbally as well every time someone bought an ill-advised potion or spell from you.

"Why did I become I witch," you groused to yourself as you bottled a potion that made flowers smell like rotting corpses and beer-farts, because some asshole two towns over knew he wouldn't win the flower presentation competition next week with honest, hard work. What a loser.

"Oh, I'll help people, I said," you grumbled, stuffing a cork into the bottle and almost making it spill in the process. "Oh, I'll make people happy, I said."

You set the bottle aside and started to clean the cauldron when you heard the bell of the front door jingle. "I'll be with you in a moment!"

After cleaning up and making a face at something squishy that squelched beneath your foot – some things liked to bubble over and this potion had just been an all-around headache – you walked to the front of your shop.

A very young woman, clearly a noble considering the stupidly fancy clothes and jewelry, was waiting for you, peering at some of the bottles for sale.

See, nobles were trouble. Nothing but trouble. If the farmer wanted to take revenge on his cheating wife, fine. If a bandit wanted to conjure a storm for his robbery, whatever. If a miner wanted to steal jewels from his employer unnoticed, it was none of your business.

You could deny those people whatever you wanted or grant them whatever you wanted. At the end of the day, they were just normal people who were more or less stab-happy.

But nobles? Ugh.

They had mages in their employ to deal with many problems, Astrologers who could tell their fortunes, treasurers who ensured they could afford nearly anything they wanted and there were other nobles they were allied with. In short, they had power and if they showed up at your doorstep it meant they wanted things that their already impressive collection of options couldn't grant them.

Which was curses.

"I hear you're quite the competent witch," the young noble said and you eyed her warily. She looked like she was barely eighteen, it wouldn't surprise you if her wedding was in, like, a month or something.

Nobles always got married to someone, last you heard, which made many lads and lasses, no matter their station, sigh and day-dream about one day being chosen as a spouse, no matter how impossible that dream was in some cases.

What, did she want to ensure her future spouse wouldn't cheat? Or had she been spurned and turned away in favor of someone else and now she wanted to get rid of the competition before she had to officially cancel the wedding? It happened sometimes and people really loved to gossip when nobles chose a different partner than their intended.

"I guess," you said, barely keeping a sour tone in check. This young woman probably wanted nothing good from you. Great.

You really should stop stocking healing tonics. For some reason, people always thought they would turn them ugly or give them illnesses or crooked dicks.

The young woman frowned. "You don't sound very sure about that." She then pressed her lips together. "But no matter, you are my last resort."

She turned to face you fully, her fancy dress sweeping dramatically with the movement and she raised her chin, proud and confident and it could almost hide the anxious shine in her eyes. "I need a curse."

Outwardly you nodded sagely. Inwardly you sighed so dramatically and theatrically that you had to bite down on the urge to whine like a spoiled child. You didn't want to do curses. Curses fucking sucked. But who were you to deny a customer? Especially one with both the money and the ability to make your life either better or a living hell.

Because, surprise surprise, plenty of the ingredients you needed for potions or spells did not come cheap. No one had ever bothered to tell you that being a witch in general was not cheap in the slightest. All the stories about witches in walking huts or in cottages in the woods had really set you up for disappointment.

"What kind of curse?" you asked and then pointed at the sign hung right behind and above you. 'Everything has Consequences' was written in big, big letters by a really fancy hand.

You had even paid a fairy to make it glitter a bit. People liked glittery stuff, right? So far the glitter certainly had made sure everyone read the signs, but that was it. At least, the ones that could read did.

The young woman read it quickly too, then focused on you with more determination. "I need a curse that turns a princess into a monster."

Oh. Uh. That was...well, you could do it, but... "That's a very hefty curse, with equally hefty consequences," you said cautiously. "Maybe there are other ways to get you what you want? Maybe a temporary transformation spell? Perhaps something to pretty you up to catch a prince's eye, not that you need it, of course."

You were not in the business of selling love potions, because ew. Same with those annoying sleeping-beauty potions that required the asleep one to be kissed awake. Look, you were an asshole and you had cursed a couple of people already, but you did draw the line at all that non-consensual love stuff.

Even witches needed to draw lines somewhere.

"No, I need a curse," the young woman said, with a voice firm enough to give mithril a run for its money.

You considered saying no, before you remembered all the reasons why you shouldn't. If you refused her you'd probably have to escape her wrath, uproot your life and settle down elsewhere.

You were lazy, though, and you didn't want to do that unless it became necessary. Besides, every curse could be broken and you'd just give this curse a really easy way to get out of it. You did that for every curse you sold, because you weren't asshole enough to leave people stuck in some horrible reality for years on end.

"Do you want the monster to be sentient or not?" you asked. In case she didn't, you'd make sure the curse could be broken by, like, drinking water or something.

The young woman blinked, then seemed to perk up, looking suddenly eager. "I can decide what the monster is?"

"If you're willing to pay more," you said with a shrug. You were a good witch and curses, for as little as you liked to cast them most of the time, had always been your best subject.

You threw your health tonics a forlorn look, noting the faint dust that had started to gather on the shelves around them and a bit on the bottles themselves.

"I'll pay you anything you want," the noble lady said, her eyes suddenly filled with a hopeful gleam and a smile appeared on her face for the first time. It made her look even younger and you realized just how grim she had been previously. Huh.

You leaned against the counter to be more comfortable and reached for a piece of paper and a quill to write down what she wanted. The young woman was downright grinning by the time she had the curse tailored to her every whim.

"Wait here," you said, studying the list of demands as you ducked into the backroom. Thankfully, you had bought a couple of rare ingredients just a couple of days ago, so you managed to cobble together what you needed for the spell.

Fairy wings – not plucked, because again, you weren't that kind of asshole and a number of fairies had to molt their wings a number of times as they grew and some even every spring - wolf teeth and a griffin feather.

You carried everything out, the young woman watching curiously as you ground the teeth and wings to fine dust which you then rubbed thoroughly onto the feather. All that was left was the transformation spell that would complete the curse.

Dark magic flowed through you easily enough, the wood around you graying and the very air itself growing cold and hungry, like a drooling beast was gnashing its teeth, bright eyes focused on the tooth-and-fairy-wing-dusted feather.

Once the spell was completed, your surroundings returning to normal, you put the feather into a silk bag and handed it over.

"Put it under the pillow of the one you want to curse, they must sleep on it for six hours straight," you told the young woman. "And remember, consequences."

The young woman clearly wasn't listening anymore, accepting the bag while she absentmindedly set down a pouch of coin. You started to count out the gold you'd need, since she had brought more than enough, when you heard the bell and the door closing.

Looking up, the young woman was gone.

Huh. Well, you weren't going to say no to all that extra money. You scooped everything up and dropped it off in a spelled chest to protect your most precious possessions from sticky fingers. That taken care of, you returned to cleaning up the backroom, especially the squishy smear on the ground.

A couple of days later you heard of the terrible curse that had befallen the kingdom's princess and how the wedding between her and some kind of far-away prince was off the table for the time being.

The thing with your curses was, the cursed one instinctively knew the cure the moment they got cursed. You ensured that, to give them the chance to go and fix the problem themselves. None of that 'someone must fall in love with you' nonsense. This particular curse could be fixed by seeking the nearest doorway, doing a little chicken-dance and clapping trice afterwards and et voilá, the curse was gone.

Easy-peasy. The princess should be back to her old self in no time.

You quickly got distracted by some asshole teenagers that wanted to buy itching-powder to prank someone and just as they left with a vial of the stuff in tow, a little boy hurried inside with tears on his face. He put down three copper, looking very, very scared and asked in a wavering voice if you could fix his dog, holding up a tiny and very weak puppy.

It was the first time someone had asked you for that kind of help. To heal. You grabbed harpy feather and reached out to rest your fingertips on the tiny puppy's tiny, feverishly hot head and the light magic spell you used felt like a warm embrace. As though someone powerful was wrapping their arms around you and the boy and the puppy with endless kindness and soft reassurance.

It was the most beautiful spell you had ever gotten to perform and the moment you were done, the feather turned to dust in your fingers, the puppy opened its eyes. It wagged its tiny little tail like mad and when the boy broke out into tears, it licked the tears away.

"Thank you," he sobbed and you gave the boy's head a few pats, resisting the urge to tear up yourself.

"Of course," you said, pretending like you weren't touched and glad and emotional. There was just so much dust in this stupid shop. That was all.

You gave him back the copper, telling him that he got the spell for free if he promised to take great care of the dog and to bring it to you if something bad happened to it again.

The little boy grinned, so relieved and happy you swore he was the reason sun shone through the window in that moment, before leaving with his puppy who looked perky and awake again.

You puttered around, restocking some things and you set the health tonics up by the counter, hoping that maybe now someone would buy them.

When, a couple of days later, a merchant asked for a spell that turned all his copper to gold, you heavily considered getting 'consequences' embroidered on your clothes as well. But he really wanted the spell so you gave it to him and of course he didn't want to buy a health tonic.

You were sulking on your counter when the door opened and a very fancy young man entered. You resisted the urge to groan like a blacksmith's bellows. A noble, again. Nothing but trouble.

"Good witch," he said with a small bow, the fancy feathers on his fancy hat bouncing perkily. "May I trouble you for a curse?"

You waved grandly at the sign behind you. "You may. Please read the fine print." The very big, very bold fine print.

He did, nodding solemnly. "I hear you offer curses that turn people into monsters?"

He must be a friend of that young lady. Lovely. Now that you thought about it, you hadn't heard anything else about the princess. Was her wedding off the table for good? Surely not, she had to have broken her curse by now.

Or had that noble lady pounced on the far-away prince instead and there would be a wedding announcement once a proper amount of time had passed to avoid rumors from spreading? Maybe the princess would go and marry another prince. Well, it was none of your business.

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lloydfrontera · 4 months

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may i please ask what are all of lloyd's titles and their functions? the ones in wiki are based on the manhwa and all of them are basically joke titles and descriptions 🙏

oh this is a hard one, okay let me see if i can remember (and find) all of them-

uhm, turned out this got longer than i anticipated so. for the sake of not cluttering everyone's dash everything's gonna be under a read more

Ch. 101 [Exemplifying Punisher] [Title Level: Fiefdom rumor] The hooligan is out for trouble again! He endured everyone’s mockery. In doubt and suspicion, he fought while drenched in sweat. Against the sword of the traitor, he stood with bravery. No retreat. He remained canny. At last, he punished the big snitch. The root of injustice he plucked, willful and witty. Lloyd Frontera, the hooligan, the eldest son of the barony. [Compliment Effect: You hold great influence on those below you. Those who work for you pay more attention to your words. Cases of disobedience and insubordination will be reduced significantly.] [Title Region: Frontera barony.] [Active Period of Title: 7 years] [Monthly CP Earned from the Title: 1]

Ch. 101 [Builder of Dead Estates]

Ch. 101 [Honored Warrior of the Barbaric Tribe]

Ch. 101 [Guardian of Cremo] [Title Level: Regional talk] Carpeted the night sky, the monster’s gaze. Stood a man’s powerful will. The city’s blaze died at his yell. The monster’s heart dropped as his feet fell. Night of disaster may not quell. But the morning ray shall fall. Come. Oh, the monster of the deep sea. Come. Oh, to the dawn of protection. [Compliment Effect: When you fight an opponent ten times or heavier than you, “Iron Stance” is invoked. The damage you deal against the opponent will double. The damage you receive from the opponent will be halved.] [Title Region: Entire Cremona region, including City of Cremo.] [Active Period of Title: 120 years] [Monthly CP Earned from the Title: 6]

Ch. 101 [Magentano Carry] [Title Level: The unofficial history of the kingdom] Faster than anyone else, you have arrived. The poison hungry for my heart, you have plucked. Without reservation, you have left your mark on my heart. You have gasped for air in place of my breath. Your eyes trembled in place of mine. You have even tried to sacrifice your life to save mine. At last, your back carried my body, and you protected me with an indomitable spirit. My dear brave Frontera. How can I ignore you? How can I forget you? My soul is indebted to you for as long as your breath lasts and heart beats. [Compliment Effect: As the lifesaver of Queen Magentano, you have her absolute trust. Your opinion and advice will be positively received. Moreover, for as long as her reign continues, you will never be suspected of treason or rebellion.] [Title Region: Magentano Kingdom] [Active Period of Title: Queen Magentano's reign]

Ch. 109 [Bell Saver] [Title Level: Regional talk] Murky clouds covered the eastern sky. Carrying an apocalypse, they flew. Livestock perished, houses crushed. Humans weeped, swords snapped. When death neared everyone. When two fiefdoms despaired as one. A bell tolled aloud in unison. Bong. The livestock was saved. Bong. The people woke up. Bong. Hope was alive. That's why we shall chant out for our savior. [Compliment Effect: The Frontera barony and Lacona viscounty, who have undergone the attack of the plague of locusts, will consider you as their lifesaver throughout your lifetime. Moreover, every form of insect monster instinctively will fear you and get discouraged when they see you.] [Title Region: Frontera barony and Lacona viscounty.] [Active Period of Title: 110 Years.] [Monthly CP Earned from the Title: 3]

Ch. 119 [The Eldest Son of the Frontera Family.] [Title Level: Regional talk] There are times when you incur a loan or take on debt. But you see... When misfortune sweeps over your life, when crippling debt burdens your shoulders, you and many others will despair. You and many others will berate destiny and bad luck. That isn't bad. Perhaps, it's only natural. Anyone would react that way. That is why he is so great. No one had trusted him. Everyone considered him to be impossible. And yet, he didn't despair and gave up easily. So, my son, when the weight of life seems to crush you down, look toward his accomplishment. For potential is always present in everyone. [Compliment Effect: You have attained the highest financial credit ranking in the Cremona region. You can now acquire an investment in the most advantageous conditions and with the lowest interest rate available at any time. Moreover, no one will pressure you for an investment or any form of a loan.] [Active Period of Title: Lifetime] [Monthly CP Earned from the Title: 2]

Ch. 139 [The Leader for the Weary] Title Level: Fiefdom history I lost my home. I ran out of food. I didn't even have fire to warm me. I roamed without aim. Aha, this is how it ends for me. My tears and sighs were endless. I crawled, comforting my starving child. I wandered for a place to die. There was no paradise in sight. Not even somewhere to lie down. I gave up and dispaired. Then, I met him. That was when I finally realized. Someone held out his hand to me. To me, who had given up on myself. I realized that there was one person left to save me. Compliment Effect: The refugees settled in Frontera county sincerely revere and look up to you. They wull work the land in their utmost capacity to pay off their debts. For the next 30 years, the terrace fields will have 300% more chances of a bumber crop. The crop will be raised by 200% on default. Title Region: Frontera County Active Period of Title: 30 years Monthly CP earned from the Title: 3

Ch. 160 Do you want the red or blue pill? Title Level: Kingdom History A long, long time ago. In a remote fiefdom in the east, there lived a petty young master. This young master, owning such a foul and warped character, stuck his nose in everyone's business, even regarding their bathroom habits. People thus then asked, young master, my dear young master, why must we collect our poop and throw it here? The young master enthusiastically waved his hands and said, it's smelly, so you might as well hurry. They tilted their heads. But a few years later, they realized. They realized their villages, fiefdoms and fields no longer held traces of any infectious disease. From the moment the news spred, people from all over the kingdom, most of the residents in the fiefdom no longer disposed of their wastes anywhere they could. Compliment Effect: The chances of an infectious disease plaguing the fiefdom are zero for the time being. Moreover, any infectious disease that starts outside the fiefdom will be stopped and eradicated with 100% certainty. Title Region: Frontera county. Active Period of Title: 50 Years. Monthly CP Earned from the Title: 6

Ch. 177 Hell's Singer Title Level: Reguinal Epic Tale & Scary Story The Namaran's Wall stood tall and high. People fell, crying out loud. Everyone searched for redemption when the silver-haired knight got to his feet. Combat he did against Hell's Knight. But he was outpowered. The power of hell was overcome, only to return. The silver haired knight pleaded before the mysterious power. Who shall stand shoulder to shoulder and fight with me? Who shall, with valor, come forward for everyone? I only seek one. Then someone called out. I want peace! Mahavanya Suri Suri Sabaha! Like a leech, the man clutched the Hell's Knight's leg. The thunderous voice plunged the Knight into doom. Stop it! Do not Sing! No more noise, please! Those were the last words of Hell's Knight. Compliment Effect: You have become a celebrity among all existence, including the undead. You are now notorious for oening a devilish musical sense in this earth and hell. For this, every creature in this earth and hell will fear, or at times respect, your singing. Title Region: Namaran County & Hell. Active Period of Title: 80 years (Namaran County)/30,000 years (Hell) Monthly CP earned from the Title: 4

Ch. 197 Top Gun from the West Title Level: Regional Hero Tale There's no water. We're thirsty. Sultan abandoned us. Even the administrator fled away. No help came our way. That seemed to be it. That seemed to be it without change. All may perish, but nothing will change. Everyone gave up. That was the reason. When a young master from a neighboring country woke us up. When he gave us water stressing it was coming from him. What a strange man he is, we thought. What a creepy man he is, we thought. We never knew then. That this young master will never give up on us. That he would toil covered in sad all day when the sultan and administrator abandoned us. So what happened now? Allow me to ask you a question first. My dear customer, would you like some tea? Compliment effect: You have become the livesaver and hero of the entire region by solving the chronic drought that plagued the Kandahar desert. Your tale will spread to all corners of the desert. The shamans of desert tribes in the world bless your name with gratitude and respect. Thanks to it, you will not experience dehydration in any situation in the regions of the complement influence. Title Region: All desert regions. All areas whose annual average climate is 104 Fº and above. Active Period of Title: 300 years. Monthly CP Earned from the Title: 4

Ch. 241 Frozen Hands, Frozen Feet The lava giant is scary. The lava giant is hot. The lava giant is violent. So shh. You can never anger the giant. That is what we believed in. The King of Hell is busy. Hell's Knights hate doing rough work. We never dared to call them, so we just got beaten up. We thought staying low was the answer in life. But it wasn't. There was always a way. Lloyd Frontera, that human. I never expected that humn to start this. Wonder what it is? Let's close the door first if you want to hear it. The cold wind is blowing... A-achoo! Compliment Effect: You have played a critical role in destroying the most dangerous and violent creature in Hell, the lava giant. Thousands of demons clearly saw your feat and this heroic tale will spread across Hell. Thanks to that, you will be feared and respected by the demons equal to Hell's Knight. Moreover, you will not suffer from hypothermia in cold climates and will not freeze to death. Title Region: All Hell regions. All areas whose annual average climate is 32 Fº and below. Active Period of Title: 120 years (Human world)/100,000 years (Hell) Monthly CP Earned from the Title: 6

Ch. 271 Upper abdomen! Upper abdomen! Upper abdomen! Title Level: Maritime legend. (I'm skipping this one. It's not worth typing out all of it) Compliment Effect: You have resolved the Kraken's indigestion in one try. The Kraken and thousands of members of the Mermaid Corps clearly witnessed this. For this, your heroic feat will spread throughout all the seas in the world, and getting hit in the upper abdomen will become the go-to-method among marine creatures to treat indigestion. Moreover, you have acquired <Underwater Breathing> and <Upper Abdomen Jab>. The former skills allows you to freely breathe underwater, and the latter skill enables you to empty anyone's stomach in the water with just one jab. Title Region: Any terrain that has a water level of above 20 inches, which includes seas, rivers, lakes and bathtubs. Active Perdio of Title: 3,000 years. Monthly CP earned from the title: 5

Ch. 295 Don't Look Down on a Human Ever Again Title Level: Regional Folktale Trot. Trot. There once was a man. He ran in the morning. In the afternoon. In the evening. With his only two legs, he waddled and created a distasteful sight. And he was slow, so slow that even a foal would yawn. But he was faster than four legged creatures. He ran across the vast plain and reached the territory of the humans. He proved that the one who arrives at the finish line first is faster than the one who runs fast. So, what do you have to do if you wish to run like him? How about you start running southward? Just 372 miles. Compliment effect: With your marvelous show of tenacity and endurance, you have opened a new era of long-distance running to the centaurs. The centaur champion and many others who watched the race genuinely accepted your long-distance running method. Owing to it, your reputation will spread to every corner of the vast plain, and the new running method - running a long distance while saving energy - will be a trend among the young centaurs. Moreover, you have acquired a new passive effect <Fuel Efficiency> that reduces the energy consumption by half in situations where your heartbeat goes over 140 every minute. Title Region: The Great Plain of Klamath. Any plain ground with a land mass of over 1,000m² Active Period of Title: 160 years. Monthly CP Earned from the Title: 2

Ch. 359 Hell's Top Talent Title Level: Hero's Legacy Okay, it’s time to study the railway of the past. Open your History of Modern Civil Engineering Book to page 359. Yes. That’s the famous Pantara Railway, which I’m sure every one of you knows. Student in the front row. Could you briefly walk us through how this railroad came to be? Excellent. That’s correct. The Pantara Railway, just like what the student said, is a masterpiece built by Lloyd Frontera, who received an order from the Magentano House. Hahaha. Are you all bored? It’s Lloyd Frontera again. Look at this section, and you’ll find Lloyd Frontera. Move on to the next part and you still find him. I, too, am sick of him. Had it not been for him, we would only have one eight of what we will study this summer. But what else can we do? That son of a gun set the groundwork for the civil engineering of our empire. So, it would be unfair if we were the only ones to suffer, no? Let’s hit the book. Come now. Let’s study harder, create new theories and make it harder for the students who’ll come after you all. All right, so the Pantara Railroad introduced the switchback system for the first time in the world… Compliment Effect: You used every means possible to finish the railroad in the Pantara Range. In this process, you tricked countless people who shuddered in shock and repulsion. The demons watching over you could not give you enough praise. As a result, countless residents of Hell and the undead have come to respect and admire you even more strongly. Precaution: The affections of the demons may come at the expense of Hell's King overwhelming desire to recruit you. Title Region: All the Regions of the Human World and Hell Active Period of Title: 1200 years (Human World)/750,000 years (Hell) Monthly CP Earned from the Title: 8

ok so. those are all i could remember off the top of my head and find today. i am almost certain i missed one but i can't for the life of me remember what arc it's in. still! hope this helps!

#hey i got an ask #Anonymous #tged #the greatest estate developer #lloyd frontera #tged spoilers #this was. so much work.#we haven't transcribed more than a couple of these yet so most i had to type out manually 〒▽〒#if i may indulge my nosy nature can i ask why you wanted to know nonnie?? is it for something in specific or just. curiosity???#reference

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annachum · 5 months

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What kinds of Queens/rulers do I think the Disney Princesses may become

. Snow White : Definitely one of those rulers thar have immense popularity with the public, and also committed into campaigning against fantasy racism, and also becomes a patron for churches and orphanages

. Cinderella : Becomes immensely popular with the public, and becomes skilled in diplomacy and patronage of churches, orphanages and art related establishments

. Aurora : Similarly with Snow White and Cinderella's case, and also boosting diplomacy ties between faerie and mortal Realms around her

. Ariel : Defo boosting diplomatic tirs between Atlantica and her and Prince Eric's Island Duchy....and also becomes a patronage for music and arts

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. Belle : Definitely commits to improving rural areas and encourage literacy and education in women and rural areas. She also defo committed to diplomacy and patronage of libraries and arts

. Jasmine : Similar case wirh Hurrem Sultan, Lucrezia Borgia and Cleopatra VII. Jasmine defo also goes for the ' I can sword fight, but I don't have to ' similarly with Padme Amidala. She also defo do patronage of culture and the arts, and orphanages and Mosques, and she defo be often using her strategy and scheming skills and her charisma to her advantage

. Mulan : She technically becomes a Princess after marrying with Shang. However, as she becomes a Princess after marrying into the Northern Wei Imperial Household, she basically handles with diplomacy and at times military related matters, and works to boost women's literacy and such and Imperial defense related matters

. Pocahontas : She technically intermarried to English nobility sometime after she and John Smith first meet in person. However, she basically does boost the activism for the indigenous peoples, helps with British - American diplomacy related matters, and does patronage of nature reserves

. Kida : Defo becomes committed to rebuilding and preserving Atlantis and Mayan culture, becomes a patronage for museums and orphanages and temples, and at times leads fleets to battle

. Maid Marian : As she and Robin Hood eventually becomes a Baron and Baroness of Sherwood, Maid Marian becomes a patron for orphanages, the arts and churches, and committed to diplomacy and defending her Barony state

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. Elsa : Defo be a more diplomatic and strategy geared ruler. Also an ' I can swore fight, yet I don't gave to ' cases. Committed to patronage of the arts and cultures, ans churches ans orphanages. And boosting literacy of women and children

. Anna : Similar xase with Elsa ans also focuses on boosting harvest related matters in Arendelle. She and Kristoff often be strategizing together and planning events together

. Malina : She also is one of those ' I can sword fight, but I dont have to. ' cases. As she becomes an Empress of Incan Empire, she is committed into boosted diplomacy and trade within the Incan Empire ans beyond. Oh, and often be scheming and strategizing together with Kuzco

. Merida : Becomes a more battle geared queen similarly with the case of Queen Hippolyta and Queen Gorgo of Sparta. Aside from leasing fleets to battle at times, she is also committed to diplomacy and cultural patronages. So basically a mix of her parents' ruling styles

. Rapunzel : Becomes a more trade and cultural geared ruler. Also an ' I can sword fight, yet I don't have to ' case. Committed to patronage of arts and orphanages and churches. Also enjoys handling diplomatic related matters

. Tiana : Even though Naveen abdicated from his Pfincely title, he and Tiana are still considered members of the Maldonian Royal Household. Aside from running her restaurant enterprises, she becomes committed to diplomacy, cultural patronage and basically becomes an advocate for anti segregation.

. Moana : Also one of those ' I can sword fight, yet I don't have to ' cases. As becoming a tribal chieftess, she is committed to the trade and agricultural related matters, and passionate about diplomacy and seafaring. Oh and she defo be onto patronage of arts and cultures

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#disney princesses #snow white #cinderella #aurora #ariel #belle #pocahontas #jasmine #maid marian #elsa #anna frozen #malina #kida #tiana #rapunzel #merida #moana

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tbh Zelda's "I think I just need to freak out for a little bit" line in Belles of the Baronies might be one of my favorite lines from her; peak "I'm not fine but it's fine" phrasing

#N posts stuff #I especially love it in its context which is that she's at a fancy party and getting wigged out by all the people and SPECIFICALLY #that she says 'this music is kind of stressing me out' about whatever run of the mill music they'd play at a party like that and so she goe #to put her headphones in to go mosh out to her usual metal -- so many people will rag on you for liking that kind of music when you #also have sensory issues 'oh if you can handle That noise i'm sure you can handle this [noisy situation] fine' WRONG #but i love that Zelda is allowed to put it as plainly as this and no one calls her out like it's some kind of contradiction #ESPECIALLY love that this line is Direct response to Sam asking if she wants to go out somewhere even quieter like the stables #and offers to have like Sending queued up so that they'll be able to get her right away if they need her -> not only not making a big deal #about her having to leave Immediately after they arrived but also being more than willing to Accommodate her in that wholly #they're so sweet and i love them. samzelda gang forever. anyway i think i want to make a shirt with some art of zelda on the front #and then that line on the back in some unintelligible metal band font i think it would be So dope if only i could get the energy to do it #dimension 20 #d20: seven maidens #d20lb

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thisisnotthenerd · 9 months

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anyway back to bells hells in the regency au:

laudna was born matilda bradbury, the only daughter of the bradbury family who stood to inherit a barony at the outskirts of whitestone. accused of trying to usurp the briarwoods as one of the only nobles who didn’t fall under their sway, basically atticwifed for it. pale skin and wide eyes from being locked up for years. i imagine that the atticwifing happened when she was like 20, and she’s not fed well/treated well in any way, so this affects the way she looks--slight, tall, a little more bones than flesh, even as she retains an aristocratic face and affect.

after the debacle is settled, she keeps to herself on her land in a little cottage, taking elaborate commissions as a seamstress. ooh maybe she’s the one to dress the de rolos. anyway, she’s viewed as a spinster basically, but if anyone marries her they potentially gain a foothold into whitestone, which is otherwise fully under the de rolos by the time she can inherit her family lands. after some time she decides to travel to marquet to get away from the site of her trauma and leave the stigma of her experiences behind. starts her own little atelier of Tal’dorei-based fashion in jrusar, basically running it out of zhudanna’s house.

orym is still a bodyguard of the tempest blades and serves the Voice, the queen keyleth of the air ashari before the death of his husband will. this functions as his military accomplishments--he personally protected the queen from assassination. in his downtime he makes friends with the rest of bells hells. it’s interesting to think about, but potentially with the structure of this au he would know laudna peripherally before he meets the crown keepers, especially if she was the one to make keyleth’s wedding dress for her and vax’s wedding.

fearne was raised by nana morri to the calloway family. maybe she’s a countess or something in the ashari territory. both she and dorian (would have debuted as bronte but ended up leaving his family and becoming an independent musician and composer working up to scanlan’s scale) ‘debut’ for the queen keyleth around the same time and that’s how they meet orym. actually maybe that’s how the crown keepers meet--a year pre bell’s hells season, opal, fearne, and dorian are being presented to the queen keyleth, while dariax (and deni$e) and orym all work in and around the ashari kingdom. it’s actually funny as hell to think about orym going with fearne and dorian on an ambassadorial trip to marquet and coming back to deni$e being like i don’t know where dariax is but when i find him i will kill him,

ashton is raised on the streets, finds out they’re titled and is awkwardly shunted into a debut season after years spent robbing people blind. no one knows what to do with him. he hates the stifling, repressed, privileged nature of high society. maybe fcg is a steward or something in dancer’s household who tracks genealogies, finds out about this, and tracks ashton down after everyone in dancer’s household dies. how? i don’t know yet. we’ll find out. anyway it’s basically just the two of them and milo, who was patching ashton up after their final heist.

bertrand served in the military with percy, plays up the connection to vm all the time but basically is just an older man reliving his glory days. no kids, so he’s buried in the whitestone graveyard after bh show up at his deathbed. maybe he sponsors them in the marquesian court in conjunction with eshteross in this au.

chetney runs a wood carving workshop and does custom commissions for a lot of marquesian nobles. i guess this would be the mahaan houses if they’re primarily in jrusar. also peripherally knows laudna since they’re running their businesses in a similar circle. i’m imagining her commissioning him for little wood button details and other such trinkets that go along with dresses.

imogen is set to inherit a barony in the taloned highlands that she doesn’t really want--she goes to jrusar to find out about her long lost mother, which is how she ties into ludinus’ nonsense. i imagine she makes arrangements to stay at zhudanna’s, which is how she meets laudna. full on soft infatuation from the start, and as they live together for awhile they both fall in love.

#critical role #cr regency au #bells hells #cr laudna #cr orym #cr fearne #cr dorian #cr crownkeepers #cr ashton #cr fcg #cr bertrand #cr chetney #cr imogen #imodna

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doll-r-t · 2 years

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The Lost Pearl

Viking Sy x reader

MASTERLIST

TBH I am not sure yet about the story. Maybe I will change some stuff or I will write something different. But I def wanna write more viking sy

TW: War mentioned

Summary: You are the Princess of the Pearl a war turned your world upside down but now it is won and the rebuilding is the most important thing. But then you father sent you on a diplomatic mission to the Woodlands helping the sister of the leader Captain Syverson. The war had closed you off leaving you lost. While, it made Syverson hard and angry. The responsibility of the Woodlands in his hand and his sister engaged to leave him soon to move away. You two meet not getting off to the best start. But will your father be right? Will you be good for each other?

My inspo Board below but no skin type mentioned.

The Lost Pearl

It was over. The war was won. The seas had settled, no longer were the storms harsh, and the sky dark. A breath of relief could be heard throughout the barony. But soon enough, the bells that signaled the victory of the united settlements stopped, and the silence settled in. It was compressing the air, making it sweltering hot. Not even the breeze of the saltwater and the gentle waves of the seaside could ease the pain of grief. So many men were lost. And it was not over yet. You sight deeply, turning away from the destruction you saw below your balcony, walking off into the castle. Yes, the war was won but now the reconstruction started. Who knows how long it would take and how hard it would be with so many lost people and the remaining ones grieving. The crop field was destroyed, and the fish were scared off from the wars on the sea. Your father and brothers would come home soon. You could still not believe that they had survived the war. Breathing in profoundly you put the silver net over your hair, pinning it in place with glass needles adorned with pearls. A gift from your father when you were fifteen. Such a long time ago. Back then you had so many dreams. Childish ones you know thought. Dreaming of finding a handsome prince, marriage, and happy life at court. Sitting still and smiling being awed at in a beautiful dress. Laughing with your friends and gossiping about the newest scandal. You almost laughed at that naive young girl but you felt for her. She did not know what was to come. The terrible things she would see. The war had started three years later. Just when you were off age, getting ready for suitors. Shaking your head you straightened your spine. The people are only as strong as their leader. You had no idea how often you whispered this to yourself. It must have been thousands of times.

You walked out of your chamber, it was early still but no rest for the wary. You had tasks to do. You walked along the corridor down the stairs to the Foye. Maids and servants were running around, getting readers for guests and of course your father. High prince of the Southern Sea. Most people just called the palace the Pearl. It was made of white marble, shimmering faint pink in the sunlight. It was truly a beautiful place. Not that you had given it much thought. What is beauty worth when all the people are dead who would admire it? You reached your study, well your father's study without being stopped. It was a relief you did not want to engage in silly talks. Maria was making such a fuss. You could practically hear her say: “Oh, what linen should we use? The white or blue? Which would your father be more pleased about?” As if it mattered, not after everything. Sighing you sat on the dark oak desk. You were too harsh on Maria, she was a sweet old lady. She had helped raise you after your mother’s death and was a constant in your life that you were happy about. She just wanted to hold on to normality. Something you had abandoned a long time ago. Rubbing your forehead you began to review the letters.

Soon enough it was midday and a maid brought you something to eat. You acknowledged her with a small smile and a nod. The steam of the dish was wafting over to you. It smelled delicious but you could not eat it. Not yet. You had so many letters from people asking for grain, and stone to repair their houses. Troubles in towns and worries of majors from settlements. When the war started, your father was called to the city of stones. Some people just called it starlight as it shone brightest in the dark. A beacon for people, for a better life. Your father was there to council the King on what to do. The seamen from the south had united to attack the Pearl and the City of Stones. The Dunklings had united to attack the northern region Woodland. A once-close ally to the City of Stones. Soon enough your brothers were called to defend their kingdom. Only your eldest brother remained. He was entrusted by your father to lead the city and defend it. He also had a wife and a newborn. You liked his wife very much. She stood up to your brother, who had the tendency to dismiss any female voice in favor of a male. Your nephew should be around four or five now. You had lost track. It had been so long since you had seen her. The only relief was the knowledge that she was safe. Far from battle. The City of Stone had a secret settlement hidden within the mountain not far from it. It was sealed, most ladies of the court and the heirs of the court were sent there at the beginning of the war. You were supposed to go too.

You had helped Aishwarya, your sister-in-law, into the carriage. Closing your eyes you had held back tears. It was possible this was the last time you would see her. Her smile and loud laughter, the rattling of her many bangles. She had begged you to come with her. You knew she was scared. You should have been scared too. Aishwarya was a trained warrior before she married your brother Armand. If someone like her was scared then you should be terrified. But all you felt was sadness. If you were to die you would do it here. With your people, where you grew up, the place you loved. It just was not right to go. To hide until the war was over. Leaving because you were privileged while there were children stuck in villages being slaughtered. “I would have done the same,” Aishwarya said, looking down at her boy, “but-” “I know.” You reassured her with a nod. “Take care sister. We will see each other again.” With these words, the carriage took off.

Rubbing your temple you sat back in the chair. You should feel relieved that the war was over. You had won and your family would be home again. You could return to mindlessly wandering about, having picnics, and gossiping about boys. Only you found you did not want to. You were happy with the role you had. Commander over the City. Your brother had been called away shortly after he was installed as Commander of the City. At first, the advisers took the place of the commander, debating on what to do. But that was all they were doing. When they failed to respond quickly to an attack via sea you had enough. The next morning you wandered in the great hall, halting all talk. You stood in front of the table they sat at, in front of the high chair your father would sit in. You mustered everyone, looking them in the eye. Slowly sitting down, you had worn your crown. As it was your right as the highest-ranking princess in the Pearl. You could see the shock in the faces of the old men. Not even your brother Armand had dared to sit in the high chair. But you could not care less, the rage you felt was far worse. The screams of the people and the boom of the cannons still rang in your ears. You turned to a servant near to you. “Open the windows.” He immediately complied. Turning to the men you still had no expression on your face. They were about to say something but you held up your hand. Nonetheless one of the higher ranking advisers, with white strainy hair and sun-damaged skin spoke up. “My Princess, it is not appropriate for you to be here.” His voice carried the message clearly. Here meant not only on the throne but in this room taking up space acting as if you could have anything to say. Your lip twitched, not in amusement. You leaned forward looking everyone in the eyes. “Turn to the windows.” By now the room was illuminated by the morning sun. Confused they did what you said. “A red sun.” You said matter of fact as if you did not need to say more. Slowly you got up, wandering around the table towards the man who had spoken. “ A red sun.” You said once more, louder, angrier. You walked your round around the table ending up in front of the throne again. The anger written over your face. “A red sun! A sunrise bathed in blood. The blood of our people because you were too incompetent to make a decision. Is that not right?” You turned to the advisor on your left. He looked at you in shock but seeing your anger he bowed his head. “Where was the strength of the Pearl yesterday? Where was the leadership we stood for? Where were you?” You had leaned over the table. Your voice echoed in the room. No one gave a response too shocked, to see a woman speak like this. Releasing a breath you shook your head, walking over to the man that had spoken before. “Tell me, Lord Bergen, where exactly should I be? In my chamber embroidering dresses? Searching for a husband that can do the talking for me? Crying in fear and panic running into the arms of a man?” The smirk on your face slowly disappeared as you leaned in, getting right into his face. His eyes were sparkling with anger. But that is what you wanted. “I would do such things but unfortunately I do not see any men here worthy enough.” With that, you turned around going back to the thrown. “From now on I will be Commander of the City.” Protest rang out. “SILENCE. Since you are so incompetent I see no other choice. And may I remind you I am the princess of the Sea City. High Princess of the City of Stone by my mother's line. First in generations. Heiress to the throne of the Sea and Stone if my brothers and father do not return and the king dies.” This quietened the men. “Good. Now that we have established who is in charge here I will establish the rules. If I find that you are plotting against me or my people I will personally execute you. If you speak to me in a manner that I find not befit you will lay your head to rest in the dungeons for a while until you learned your less. If you withhold things from me you will be marked as a traitor no one will ever give you work. Is that understood?” They nodded in agreement. “If anyone wishes to leave the council then say so. I will not hold it against you and no punishment will befall you.” You waited until finally, the man that had addressed you earlier stood up. Looking you in the eyes before leaving the hall. “Very well, then to business. First-order is rebuilding our defense and a rapid response team to combat intruders before the cavalry arrives.”

This little encounter still brought a smile to your face. The power you felt was a rush, and the rush never stopped. It was like you were made to lead. The council soon noticed it too. They came to you willingly asking for advice or informing you of rumors they heard. Soon whispers began to arise, the heart of the pearl they named you. You paid it no mind. Not until it was announced your father and brothers would come home. At first, you were happy, and relieved but soon reality settled in. As soon as your father was home no one would be interested in hearing what you got to say. He would take charge again leaving you to your ‘womanly duties’.

Throwing down the letter you had read over and over and yet still could not remember what it said you, leaned back. Looking around the office. You felt ashamed of the mixed feelings you have towards your father's return. A knock pulled you out of your thoughts. An excited Maria stuck her head through the door. “It is time. They are almost here.” Giving her a forced smile you nodded in thanks. She closed the door her hurried footsteps echoing through the corridors. Many ladies of the court had returned last week. But your family was still needed in the City of Stones advising the King. But now they were on their way, almost home. Maybe half an hour away. They always sent a rider to inform the court.

Taking a deep breath you stood up, making your way out of the office, down the left corridor back to the Foye. “Is the wine and bread read?” The servant nodded. “What about the chambers? Is Everything in order?” The maid nodded. You should have asked them sooner. It is not like they would be able to do anything now. Turning around you looked at the decorations, not much but to be expected after a war. War does not care for flowers or anything else growing. At least the cook was preparing a good meal. You remembered you had not eaten yet. The meal in the study went untouched. Maybe that is why you are so irritated.

Just as you were about to check on the dining hall the sound of a horn caught your attention. Stepping out of the Foye onto a stone platform that oversees the village, beneath you you saw riders in white and blue riding towards the gate. The steps leading up to the stone platform had suffered some damage but were the least damaged part of the city so you did not care to repair them. If your father had an issue with what you had done that would be his problem. The calls from the townspeople could be heard, signaling the high prince and princes were in the city. You closed your eyes for a moment taking it in. How long had you longed for this? Wished the war was all a dream? Then what was that feeling in you?

Just when you opened your eyes your father rounded the corner. He looked older than you remembered, his dark hair had streaks of white in them and his beard looked like a mixture of salt and pepper. You wanted to run to him, fling yourself in his arms. Making him spin you around like the times when you were a kid. But you were not the impulsive little girl anymore. You had learned a great deal of control over the years. You suppressed your tears, straightened up, and put on a polite smile.

Your father dismounted his horse, striding towards you, taking off his helmet. You now could clearly see the dark lines underneath his eyes and the wrinkles around his mouth. He looked so different. You wondered if you had changed. “My beloved daughter.” He caressed your face. You closed your eyes for a moment enjoying your father's warmth. Then he did something that took you by surprise. He hugged you tightly to him releasing a breath. Whispering again “My beloved daughter.” You did not know how to react to the open affection. Slowly you lifted your arms hugging him back before stepping back. “Father, welcome home.” You turned taking the cup of wine from the servant and giving it to your father. He was still looking at you, with an unreadable expression. After a couple of seconds, he took the wine and turned toward the crowd. You know let your eyes wander. You could see your three brothers. Armand is the oldest and most dutiful. Ethos is the middle child and the most gentle one. Lastly, Amros the youngest of your brothers and the wildest. Armos had his arm in a sling, Ethos had a scar running along his face, and Armand had bruises littering his hands and face.

You averted your gaze. You had heard nothing from what your father said but could imagine, it was always the same. You had given this speech too. At once your brothers came up the stairs being handed wine. It was not common for someone to stand next to the High Prince while he gave his speech unless it was another ruler. But he had not said anything and it came so naturally to you to stand there. Your father turned and went into the palace, Armand followed immediately so did you. Suddenly an arm was flung over your shoulders, making you flinch and reach for your dagger hidden in your dress. Before you could do anything Amros voice rang out. “My, my, my sister have you grown.” He grinned at you. You could not help but fall into the old pattern of rolling your eyes. He was only a year older than you so you two always got into trouble together. “Oh, oh do not let Maria see you roll your eyes she will get the wooden spoon.” You elbowed him into his side making him flinch harder than necessary. You made a note, that he was also injured in his ribs. He let go of you winking your way before sauntering to the next servant grabbing another cup of wine.

The feast was long and awkward. You had made a beeline to the throne and were about to sit down when the silence caught you off guard making you aware that your father was standing next to you. You quickly straightened again and kissed his cheek acting as if you just wanted to say hello again. You moved three chairs down. Leaving a bitter taste in your mouth. Armand had the first chair then Ethos and then Amros. It stung. Now that the war was over you were just a woman again.

Your father settled into his office quickly. Amros was already womanizing again and Armand was looking after his family. Ethos was gone for the most part you had no idea where he was and you did not care. You struggled to fit into the “normal” again. It made you angry, you felt powerless, just a thing to look at. The adviser still greeted you but did not seek your advice anymore. You felt lost. No one needed you anymore.

A knock startled you. “Come in.” You called out. Your father's head appeared behind the white door. You put your book down in question. You were still in your white nightgown seeing no sense in getting dressed. You had spent most of your days in your room staring out of the window or pretending to read. “Hello, my little flower. May I come in?” You nodded pointing to a chair across from you. His walk was assured as usual but his eyes betrayed him. Something was up. You immediately straightened. Did something happen? Did someone attack again?

He sat down, looking out the window. You waited for him to speak. He breathed heavily, finally turning to you. He took the book and laid it on the table. Then he wrapped his big, rough hands around yours. “I wanted to thank you, and apologize.” You looked at him in question. He caressed your hands. “My beloved daughter my advisers made me aware of what you have done for us. For our people.” You looked down at your lap not being able to hold his eyes. “You were strong when we needed you the most. I just wish you did not have to do it.” “Father-.” He held his hand up silencing you. “After your mother died I have to admit I was worried. I had no idea how to raise a daughter.” You did not, you thought, Maria did. “And I am sorry if I have not given you the acknowledgment you deserved. But I want you to know that you do not need to be strong anymore. I will take care of everything again. I do not want you to worry.” Your back stiffened. Trying to keep a neutral face and not betray the anger you felt towards him right now. How could he do this to you? Could he not see how much you had grown. How you were not the little girl anymore with silly thoughts. How you were a woman capable of leading. Maybe better than Armand, even though you would never say this. You pulled your hands back, standing. “You do not need to worry about me father.” You picked up your book walking towards your shelve. “I just did my part in the war.” “Yes, yes you did.” He whispered looking a the floor. He felt a sadness settle into him. The first time after so many years when he finally saw his daughter he did not recognize her. He just saw a woman, with hard lines across her mouth and sharp eyes. Not the bright-eyed mischievous girl. It broke his heart when he realized the woman was his daughter. He stood up, hesitantly walking over to the door. He stayed for a moment turning around and kissing you on your forehead. You had not turned to him. Your father walked out of the room with dread in his heart. His daughter had lost her spark and it was his responsibility to bring it back. And he knew how. He went straight to his study, barking at his guards that no one was to disturb him. He put all the letters aside. This could wait. Pulling out another sheet of paper he began to write. When he was at the City of Stone the attacks were vicious. It was a lost battle but then they heard it, the horns of the Woodland men. They came to their aid and they won the battle. One thing he imminently picked up upon was that they were not people of false politeness. They were strong, direct, and had no regard for the structured court life. The men were equal. The leader slept with his men in tents outside of the city although he was offered a bed inside the palace. He smirked at his plan. You might not like it but it would do you good.

A fortnight later he received a reply. Breathing a sigh of relief he got up making his way to your room. You had hardly come out anymore. You had this blank face and even his younger son Amros picked up on it. Even though he was the most oblivious of his children. Your father could not remember the last time you laughed. Truly laughed not the false politeness. He knocked at your door. Waiting for you to reply. Your empty voice always resulted in an ache in his heart. “Good morning, my daughter.” You were dressed in a light blue gown sitting at your usual spot. He went across your room sitting in the chair opposite of you. He had to proceed carefully. “I just got a letter.” You raised your head looking at him in question. “You know my advisers called you silver tongue with a certain kind of steel. They speak highly of you and-.” He paused for a moment. “You have grown up to be a beautiful woman. You know the ins and outs of court, you are a diplomat-” “What is this about?” You interrupted him. A couple years ago you would not have dared to do so. But you developed into a no nonsense woman. Your father looked at you shocked but slowly smile formed on his lips. “Yes your mother also did not like my rambling. The war destroyed many things but it also reformed our world. We once were good allies to the Woodland men and now we are again. I do not know if you know but Ilsa the sister of the leader is engaged to Eothin your cousin. Once she is married to him she will live in our court. The Woodland men do not have the same customs as we have. I wanted to ask if you would help her?” “Help her? How?” “You know the ins and outs of court you have lifed both here and in the Stone City. You are a high princess the only one.” He held up his hand silencing you. “And you are the only one I can trust to keep the relationship friendly. Having someone help their leaders sister in court showcases a willingness to work to form a bond. Besides-.” He leaned back breathing out. “We owe them. After what they did for us on the battle field.” He broke off and you knew he would not say another word. “I’ll help her.” You sipped at your tea. Watching your father closely. You knew how it worked to sweet talk someone into something. You just could not figure out why this was so important to him that you do so. It was true you grew up in court but so did other ladies. Your father smiled at you. “Thank you my little flower.” He kissed your head and walked towards the door. I will sent the servants to help you pack and to get you warmer clothes it is cold in the north.” You looked at him in confusion. But before you could say anything he slipped out of your room. You released an aggravated sigh. That is why he was sweet talking. She was not coming here or staying at the Stone City. It was you coming to her.

You sent away the servants who came to help you pack and make a list of things. You needed time to think. Tapping your finger on the wooden chair you grind-ed your teeth. A bad habit you had aquiered over the last few years. Your initial reaction was to go to your father and refuse. Set him straight that he cannot come into a home he had not been in for years take over leadership again and sent you off to make some woman a lady. How ridiculous. But the more you thought about it the more you found you wanted to go. Leave this place. It felt like a cage made out of Marble and the seas side was rising. Eventually it will drown you. You got up slowly your joints aching from the long sitting. You walked over to your wash table picking up a white hairbrush, with gold ornaments adorned with a pink flower. Your mother used to brush your hair with this while singing or telling you stories. You had not used it in years. Ever since your mother had died. But now you sat down removing the hairnet and brushed your hair. You wanted to hum but the sound got stuck. You closed your eyes imagining your mother enjoying the feeling of the brush on your hair. “If the one way does not work well then you try another.” You heard the voice of your mother say. You went to the door calling out for your maid. It was time to pack. You were going to the north.

The ride was tedious. You had said goodbye to your family over a week ago. Amros was so mad at father for sending you away. Your family just got together so why would you leave. But father had not budged neither had you. Ethos just hugged you tightly, giving you a small smile. You would be staying over winter so your father had sent letters to tailors in Warhorse. It should be all ready when you arrived. It was not necessary to wear warm clothes in the south so you had non. And no tailor here had any fabric warm enough. You had past the stone city and were now passing small villages along the way. You would cross into Woodland territory any moment. You had never been outside of the Kingdoms of Kingdoms. Your father had given you a carriage the way was too long to ride for an untrained person. He sent half a dozens men with you to keep you safe until you crossed the boarder. Then you would be escorted by the northern men. You had heard about them growing up. They were different from your people more wild and brutish they said. You reminded yourself they are allies now you cannot have and preconceived notions about them.

Suddenly a horn sound drifted towards you. You had never heard a sound like that it was rough almost like a war cry. You looked out the carriage but you could not see anything. The carriage halted. “What is going on?” Where we under attack? Your hand drifted to your dagger. The soldier guarding you appeared at your door. “The north men are here we crossed their boarder.” You nodded in thanks. You straightened your spine, checked if your hair was still in its net. Then stepped out of the carriage. You were greeted by a wall of horses. Around a dozen. You were surprised by the manpower in front of you. Why were there so many men? The horses were big but the men atop of them seemed even bigger. Broad, most of them with long hair covert in fur. You realized that you had not moved since seeing the men. So you made your way with ease only a woman of high rank possessed towards them. Two men dismounted the horse and came towards you and your men. They took of their helmets revealing unkempt beards. One had long hair with braids, while the other one had a buzz cut. The one with the buzz cut stepped forward bowing slightly. You reciprocated with a curtsy. The first thing you noticed about him was how dirty he was. His boots were covered in mud, as were his pants. His leather vest seemed worn. Seems like the rumors were true the north men were wild. He mustered you for a second too. “My Lady, I am here to escort you back to Warhorse.” “Thank you my lord. I am Princess Y/N. Please to make your aquientence.” You had purposefully said Princess. It was a natural response to you now to establish that you were in power, higher ranking. But your heart stopped when he said: “Pleased to meet you Princess. I am the leader of the Woodland people Captain Syverson.” He smirked. Shit. He ranked higher than you and he knew it. And now your first words to the leader was scolding him for how he had addressed you. Why had you not informed yourself on how the leader looked like? Had he nothing better to do than escort someone? “Shall we?” You could only nod. This was going to be a long winter.

PART 2

Let me know what you guys think. As I said not sure yet about it.

Also I lost my taglist again so if you wanna be tagged comment.

Think of it as Tolkien meets Pride and Prejudice

AND pLease leave comments! I need all the encouragement and love you can give me

#captain syverson #Syverson #syverson imagine #captain syverson imagine #captain syverson x reader #captain syverson fic #captain syverson x you #syverson x reader #syverson x ofc #syverson fluff #syverson fanfiction #syverson smut #syverson x you #henry cavill #Sand castle (movie)

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endlessly-cursed · 9 months

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Walking Through Time, the story of two siblings who challenged time, magic and reality.

Synopsis: Ambrose and Lucie Cromwell are two talented and promising young siblings in the 16th century. Ambrose is the heir to a wealthy barony, meanwhile Lucie is being prepared to one day be wed to the most wanted bachelor at court. But when in the eve of their double wedding they decide to visit a legendary lake, they both stumble upon its magical waters...waking up in the 19th century. Now in a different England, they must find a way back home and, in the meantime, survive a whole new world...together.

Chapters:

Prologue: 1512

Chapter One: The Tudor Wife

Chapter Two: A Fateful Ball

Chapter Three: The Victorian Voyage

Chapter Four: The Way Back Home

Chapter Five: Left Behind

Chapter Six: Welcome Back To Hogwarts!

Chapter Seven, Part One: A Misty Memory

Chapter Seven, Part Two: A Charming Encounter

Chapter Eight: Back On Track

Chapter Nine: The Search

Chapter Ten: (Not) Falling In Love

Chapter Eleven: The Cromwell Ball

Chapter Twelve: Titillating Feelings

Chapter Thirteen: Bubble Bursts

Chapter Fourteen: Rescue Mission

Chapter Fifteen: Wedding Bells

Chapter Sixteen: An Everlasting Love

Chapter Seventeen: Happier Ever After

Chapter Eighteen: Two Siblings on A Lake

Epilogue: History Books

Featuring the OCs of: @potionboy3 & @kathrynalicemc !

*Blue and green means that the chapter is focused on both children, meanwhile blue means it's Lucie-centric & green means Ambrose-centric

Let me know if you want a tag in the publishing of the fics!!!

#hphl #oc: lucie cromwell #oc: ambrose cromwell #cromwell siblings #walking through time #thane greenaway #minnie ives #thacie #minbrose #luca greenaway #ezra greenawayy #mywriting*#myfics*#myedits*

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scotianostra · 8 months

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Sometimes there are details missing, or conflicting when I put together posts, it is the former with this one, there is no birthdate, but John Macgregor was christened on the 24th August 1802 at Fintry, he would go on to establish a shipbuilding yard on the River Clyde and do much to pioneer the development of iron ships.

John claimed that he was descended from Rob Roy MacGregor. The text in his biography reads The text reads: "Through my mother I am descended from Rob Roy. My mother was a daughter (of) Donald McGregor great grandson of James Mor the son of Rob who died in Paris….”

The family were incomers to Fintry, having moved from Balfron. They remained there for about 14 years, before moving on to Comrie in Perthshire, where the last two of their eight children were born. The stay in Comrie must have been short, although John received a rudimentary education there. When John was 16, the whole family came to Glasgow.

Macgregor began his apprenticeship as an engineer under David Napier at Camlachie. He went to Lancefield Foundry with the others in 1821 and was a sea-going engineer on the Belfast – which had Napier machinery – while still in his early 20s. The Belfast plied between Liverpool and Dublin, and was one of the earliest steamers to cross the Irish Sea. At David Napier’s he made the acquaintance of David Tod. Together, they ran the engineering department for a while and gained considerable managerial experience during this period. They probably also acted as guarantee engineers from time to time.

In 1833, Macgregor and David Tod formed a partnership to build steam engines. The partnership, Tod and Macgregor, was initially based at Carrick Street, Glasgow in 1834. The business grew quickly and moved to larger premises in Worroch Street, where they added boiler making to their engineering activities.

Towards the end of 1836, Tod and Macgregor opened a shipbuilding yard on the south bank of the River Clyde at Mavisbank. Finally, in 1845, the firm moved to a new purpose built yard at Meadowside in the Borough of Partick. Tod and Macgregor were described as "the fathers of iron shipbuilding on the Clyde", building famous ships such as the City of Glasgow and the City of Paris.

In about 1830, he is assumed to have married Margaret Fleming, the daughter of Margaret Biggar and James Fleming. Together they had seven children, of whom three daughters and two sons survived. In September 1848 his wife died at the age of 39, the cause of her death is not known. He went on to marry Margaret York, the daughter of Janet Masterton and William York, at Barony, Glasgow. Together they had two children.

In around 1874, after the deaths of both David Tod and John Macgregor, the shipbuilding business was sold and renamed as D. and W. Henderson and Company

John Macgregor died on 16th September 1858 from constipation, I must say it is the first time I have come across this as a cause of death, a condition that is so easily treated today. He is buried at Glasgow Necropolis.

When his funeral cortege took place, beginning at North Street, Anderston, the shops in Partick were closed, the route was lined with thousands of spectators with 'grieved countenances', the bells of the city churches were tolled from 2- to 3 o'clock’, and the flags in the harbour and on the shipping were at half-mast.

His obituary states: "At the comparatively early age of 57, in the full flush and vigour of his mature manhood, after an illness of only three days, of constipation of the bowels, Mr Macgregor departed this life, at half past eleven o'clock on Thursday night, at his town residence, Meadowside House, Partick.

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Zelda's check in scene with Ostentatia has me rolling.

Zelda: "what's wrong?"

Ostentatia: (fully sobbing) "NOTHING"

Also

Antiope: its getting worse every time someone goes in

Zelda: I feel like i do a lot of checking in with people but I was kinda like a dog chasing a car where it's like: what's the plan when you get there? You know?

Ostentatia: Zelda Lie on the floor with me!

Zelda: aaah!

#brennan lee mulligan #dimension 20 #the seven #ep 6 belles of the baronies #erika ishii #isabella roland #persephone valentine #aabria iyengar #rekha shankar #becca scott

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en8y · 8 months

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guardianslimaron + guardianslimaroness + guardianslimarony + guardianslimaronist

[IMAGE ID: four horizontal flags with nine stripes; each flag has a guardian lucky slime in the center. the guardian lucky slime is a blob that resembles a cat, with pointed ears and a gold bell on its chest. it is mostly dark grey, with red interiors in its ears. there is a red stripe around its middle, looking like a collar that its bell is attached to. the rest of its body below the red stripe is a medium green. it has closed, yellow eyes, and a red mouth in the shape of a sideways three. it has a gold coin on its forehead, with a red middle and an upside-down gold capital U on it. the middle stripe is twice as large as the rest of them, which are equally sized. the first flag has these top three colors: black, dark red, and medium red. the second flag has these top three colors: dark red, red, and tan. the third flag has these top three colors: black, red, and very light grey. the fourth flag has these top three colors: dark red, tan, and very light grey. each flag has these bottom six stripes: dark cool grey, off-white, dark cool grey, golden yellow, medium green, and medium red. END ID.]

guardianslimaron: a gender connected to being a guardian slime baron; this gender is connected to guardian slimes, guardian slime aesthetics, baron aesthetics, loud tones of macarshric, and macaranhood/shriekhood! can be masculine, but doesn't have to be!

guardianslimaroness: a gender connected to being a guardian slime baroness; this gender is connected to guardian slimes, guardian slime aesthetics, baroness aesthetics, soft tones of macarshric, and macaranhood/shriekhood! can be feminine, but doesn't have to be!

guardianslimarony: a gender connected to being a guardian slime barony; this gender is connected to guardian slimes, guardian slime aesthetics, barony aesthetics, steady tones of macarshric, and macaranhood/shriekhood! can be unaligned, but doesn't have to be!

guardianslimaronist: a gender connected to being a guardian slime baronist; this gender is connected to guardian slimes, guardian slime aesthetics, baronist aesthetics, silent tones of macarshric, and macaranhood/shriekhood! can be nonbinary-aligned, but doesn't have to be!

#guardianslimaron #guardianslimaroness #guardianslimarony #guardianslimaronist #baron system #baroness system #barony system #baronist system #macarshric #mogai gender #mogai coining #gender coining #tech.png

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Whatever it is People Go Away For Ch 7

Rating: M Fandom: What We Do in the Shadows Summary:

Did you ever see the 2006 romcom smash hit The Holiday, with Jack Black and Kate Winslet? This is that, but with vampires. Except they're human. Laszlo is a musician who can't remember how to make things for himself. Guillermo has a cheating ex-boyfriend he can't let go of. They both need a break from their lives, and swapping houses with a stranger sounds like just the ticket.

AO3 link

“Now,” Nadja said, hiking up her skirts to get her underwear on, “we must do something about your clothes.”

Laszlo looked down at himself, in his usual dark jeans and collared shirt.

“You only popped a few buttons.”

Nadja frowned.

“Laszlo, I can tell you are very smart so stop thinking like an idiot. Look at you, and look at me. I look like a sexy mistress of the night born in ancient Greece several hundred years ago. You look like you are late to give a presentation on how many paperclips it takes to build a cubicle. Which of us belongs in this night club?”

“Oh.”

“Yes, oh. Finish putting your dick away and follow me. We will find you an appropriate outfit.”

Nadja took him to a clothing shop. It was small, looking squeezed between the two much larger buildings on either side. And yet, somehow, you couldn’t fail to notice it. The sign over the door said The Barony in curly red letters, underlined by a twirling measuring tape tailing a golden pair of scissors.

There was a musical jangling of a bell overhead when Nadja pushed open the door, and Laszlo stepped back in time by at least two hundred years. The walls were lined with bolts of fabric and lace and brocade dangling across the shelves, soaking up the sound. Mannequins were dressed in decadent, gorgeous outfits that he’d only ever seen in history books and museums.

A curtain twitched and a man emerged. Tall, thin, with long-white blonde hair, dressed in a sumptuous red coat with the most intricate embroidery Laszlo had ever seen. When he saw Nadja, his face lit up, his mouth twisting into an almost avuncular smile. He stretched out his arms, impossibly long fingers unfurling like the fanning of a peacock’s tail.

“Nadja,” he crooned, and Laszlo immediately scratched the ‘avuncular’ descriptor. There was nothing even tangentially familial about that hug.

“Afanas, this is Laszlo. He will be performing at my club tonight, and he needs to be properly attired.”

“Yes, I can see that,” Afanas said, dryly. He circled Laszlo, humming critically. Then, with no words but a twitch of his elegant fingers, he glided back behind the curtain. Here there was a changing room in one corner, next to an angled mirror, and everywhere neat stacks and hanging racks of clothing. Afanas plucked a few items from their homes and dropped them unceremoniously in Laszlo’s arms.

“Go forth,” he said, mildly, gesturing in a wide sweep for Laszlo to enter the changing room. With only a brief uncertain look at Nadja, Laszlo went forth.

The door was not very thick, and anyway didn’t entirely reach the floor or ceiling, so Laszlo could very easily hear when Afanas whispered. “He does not seem your usual type.”

“I promise, he is not as boring as he looks. Very good at following instructions.”

“Really? Intriguing. How is he on his knees?”

Laszlo immediately focused on getting dressed, doing his best to tune out the conversation discussing him as if he was breeding stock at the county fair, lest it cause interference with the fit of the trousers.

The cravat was giving him a bit of trouble, so he turned to check in the mirror. And saw–and he was–the clothes were–

He felt…harpsichord, with violin accompaniment, woodwind section alto only. Four-four time–no, three-quarters, a waltz, but a quick one, the kind where you couldn’t think, only move. No crescendo, but a soaring finish that ended sharply rather than fading to quiet.

A song you could listen to every day, every damn day, over and over and never be sick of it.

But he didn’t like the cut of the jacket. It was too trim at the waist, he wanted something straighter. And he didn’t want the coat buttons to be so bright; he wanted the coat to be the accessory, not the statement piece, he wanted to wear it with different waistcoats that had patterns and colors and when had he ever thought the phrase “statement piece” in his fucking life?

When had he ever thought about what he was wearing beyond “it fits and it won’t embarrass me in public”? When had he ever cared enough to have an opinion?

When had he ever cared at all?

“Laszlo, are you alive in there?” Nadja called, cutting through the maelstrom. Laszlo tied the cravat with shaking fingers, breathing hard, blinking away the heat in his eyes.

“Just a moment.” He stepped out from the changing room. “Little trouble with the cravat,” he said.

“Aha!” Afanas said, eyes lighting up. “ Now I see it.”

Nadja nodded approvingly.

“Much better. What do you think?”

“I look like me,” Laszlo said, and was as horrified to hear the words as he was the wobble in his voice. He tried to flee back into the changing room–what he thought he was going to go when he got in there, he wasn’t sure, but away and out of sight was all that mattered.

Nadja caught his wrist in a grip like a vice, but her voice was casual when she spoke.

“Afanas, perhaps another outfit to try?”

“Of course,” he said, as if nothing had happened or was happening.

Laszlo muttered something about the buttons, but wasn’t sure if anyone heard him. Only when Afanas had glided from the room did he feel a fingertip under his chin, tilting his head up. He kept his eyes averted, not wanting to see her expression.

“Tell me, ó fílate ,” she said. “And do not say ‘nothing’,” she added sternly.

His throat was too tight, he could barely breathe let alone say anything.

“Laszlo,” she said. “I will not find it funny. I will not think less of you. Speak.”

“Have you ever recognized yourself in the mirror?” Laszlo asked. “Looked at yourself and actually seen you, not…not someone else? Yes, that’s me, that’s what I look like. That’s who I am.”

“Yes,” Nadja said.

“I haven’t,” Laszlo said, barely more than a whisper, and forced himself to raise his eyes. There was no pity, no laughter, no derision, not even exasperation.

“Agapité,” was all she said, when she wrapped her arms around him.

Three hours later, Laszlo stepped out of the store in a canary yellow waistcoat, a long dark overcoat, fitted trousers, button shoes, and holding a top hat in his hand.

“I think I just spent more money on clothing than I have the entirety of my life put together.”

“How would you know? You signed the receipt with your eyes closed.” Nadja adjusted his cravat and smoothed her hands over the waistcoat. “Worth it, I think.”

“Very much so. What time do we need to be at the club?”

“I need to be there at 6, you go on at 8.”

Laszlo checked his watch–maybe he should buy a pocket watch–and nodded. Then he twirled the top hat and set it on his head.

“Well then, my darling, we had best be off.” He offered Nadja his arm. She took it, giggling, and led the way back towards the club.

For the first time in years, Laszlo couldn’t wait for the performance to begin.

#wwdits #laszlo cravensworth #nadja of antipaxos #baron afanas #nadja x laszlo #i GOTTA remember to post my stuff on here lmao

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