#imperial honeymoon

[rastronomicals]

2:01 PM EDT March 26, 2024:

Elvis Costello - "The Long Honeymoon" From the album Imperial Bedroom (July 2, 1982)

Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm

File under:    Angry Young Men, starting to mellow out, maybe just a      little bit

#Elvis Costello #Imperial Bedroom #The Long Honeymoon

[yonayona]

just Valley Master and Imperial Head Assassin get ready for work ✨💅

(they gonna drop their jobs soon and have a family road trip+honeymoon)

#wenzhou #tian ya ke #shan he ling #tyk #wen kexing #tyk fanart #faraway wanderers #zhou zishu #malewife wen kexing

[blorbocedes]

Age difference marriage for your choice of hornstappen or nico/mika please!!!!!

When Mika proposes, it's with the latest 2010 Mercedes sportscar model. Nico jumps into his arms, and then immediately reaches for the key. It's better than any ring, he tells himself.

"Did you know I used to have posters of him on my wall when I was a boy?" Nico wiggles his brows to the strangers at the Ibiza party lounge. Nico knows why Mika wants to get married in the party capital with no one else in their distinguished motorsports circle around. He's embarrassed. 42 year old, second marriage, pretty young thing on his arm. It all screams midlife crisis.

Well, Nico doesn't need to make it easy for him.

"Mouse." Mika's voice is warning, hand on his shoulder. Nico immediately turns to Mika, smiling, and crawling on his lap.

"What, it's true," Nico toys with Mika's collar. Mika's blonde hair falls over his eyes, hiding the carefully botox'd crows feet when he frowns. "You remember."

Mika's hand rests on Nico's hip. "Don't be trouble." Nico grinds down on him.

The strangers now look away from their public display, embarrassed, and Nico takes it as a win.

A GP2 crash shattered Nico's motorsports dreams, and he kept his word to his father, did 3 years at Imperial, graduated with flying colours with an engineering internship at Williams waiting with his name on it. Nico opted to instead chase after rallying and endurance races, cheering for Mika and waiting for him. It wasn't even hard, after Nico decided his favourite Finn was his white whale. Slipping into the hotel sauna where they were alone, and not wearing much. Mika objected weakly, the flimsy excuse for his conscience, and gave in anyway.

Nico grew up like a little prince so it's hard to spoil him. Mika does, anyway. A short fling of a childhood infatuation turns into something akin to whirlwind romance, it's dangerous and fun and a little bit taboo, and Mika leaves his wife for him.

Nico knows his father would disapprove. Mika knows it too, even as Nico shows up beside him more often than not. But it's nice, Mika's a large, protective figure behind him and always has a sweet name for him: mouse, pigeon, pet, darling, something in Finnish Nico can't quite decipher.

When they're in bed together, Nico can think of how neither of them are going to F1. Yes, Mika's technically on 'sabbatical' but everyone knows. The slight swell of his gut gives it away, but it's okay Nico will be fit enough for both of them, breaking up his croissant so it's harder to notice he hasn't touched it and feeding Mika. He likes that Mika has that touch of vanity of him, that keeps dyeing his hair blonder and is susceptible to the Monaco lifestyle of keeping everything looking young, tight, tucked in procedurally. It makes Mika not the dashing hero from his childhood dreams, humanizes him. And when Mika calls Nico beautiful, it is both a fact and tinged with envy.

"Pigeon, we have to go to the F1 paddock this weekend." Mika tucks Nico's long lock of hair behind his ear.

"Why?" It's technically their honeymoon.

"Mercedes are trying to get Lewis. Hamilton-Schumacher lineup. Ron called me to convince him to stay."

Lewis... Lewis Hamilton, 2008 world champion. The wonder rookie. Nico knew him once upon a time, when they both promised they'd make it to Formula 1 together, childish promises of becoming World Champion. Only Lewis kept up his end of the bargain. The thought of seeing him again makes Nico feel funny, like he wants to hide away. Nico hasn't even gone to Monaco in years.

At the British Grand Prix, Mika Hakkinen enters the McLaren garage with relative fanfare of a Formula 1 World Champion. Nico stays out of the cameras, doesn't have to field any interviews -- people generally don't know him without his dad around. The smell of the rubber and engine fuels and screams of thousands of fans, it's all reminiscent of his childhood. Nico idly thumbs the car keychain in his pocket, waiting for Mika.

"Nico? No way, is that you, man?"

#mika/nico #so you fucked your childhood hero that your dad wouldn't approve of and now you're in a serious adult relationship in your early 20's #I looooooove complicated relationships #f1 rpf #my fics #mika's sugarbaby nico is my strongest headcanon

[littlefeatherr]

In response to this post by @s3ap0tat0 , I came up with a little drabble for these two.

Alena (meaning: protector) served as one of Cham Syndulla's freedom fighters. Cham personally tasked her to protect Eleni while posing as her personal handmaiden and nursery caregiver for Hera. She helped Hera repair Chopper, who quickly came to adore her.

Along with the Syndullas, Alena was imprisoned by Rampart for breaking Hera out of Imperial custody; she also was part of the group freed by the Bad Batch. After their escape from Ryloth, she continued guarding Hera and trained her in weapons and self-defense.

During her assignment with Hera and Eleni, Alena met CT 7551, "Inferno", a sergeant formerly under Captain Howzer's command. Before being sent offworld, Howzer managed to smuggle out a list of clone prisoners held by the Empire in the care of Sergeant Inferno. Eventually, he found Alena, who took him to Cham and Eleni's hideout.

There was only one bed

Through former ARC trooper Echo, the Syndullas arranged for the pair, posing as a honeymooners on Corusant, to pass the list to Captain Rex.

Inferno and Alena were married on Curosant by Senator Riyo Chuchi after their assignment was completed. The couple stayed on as part of Rex's resistance group. Inferno's intel directly led to Howzer and his men being rescued by Echo and Fireball, setting off a series of events that exposed the clone experiments at the secret Imperial base on Mount Tantiss.

Eventually, they settled on an undisclosed Outer Rim world near Cut and Suu Lawquane's homestead and had a large family.

the end 💕

#the bad batch #tbb fanfiction #tbb drabble #tbb #captain howzer #eleni syndulla #cham syndulla #hera syndulla #i'm very slowly returning to writing #happily ever after #because it's what they deserve

[kiwiviv22]

"You who swallowed a falling star, oh heartless man. Your heart shall soon belong to me."

*  ੈ✩‧₊˚*  ੈ✩‧₊˚*  ੈ✩‧₊˚*  ‧₊˚*Witch! Reader X Howl!Yuta ☆ *  ੈ✩‧₊˚*  ੈ✩‧₊˚*  ੈ✩

*  ੈ✩‧₊˚*  ੈ✩‧₊˚*  ੈ✩ *  ੈ✩‧₊Fluff ☆ one shot ☆ AFAB reader *  ੈ✩‧₊˚*  ੈ✩‧₊˚*  ੈ✩

The Ember Island sunsets were one of the most beautiful sunsets you had ever seen. Every evening, the sky would be splashed with different colors, today the sky was bleeding a soft orange melting into a dark sapphire in places, little lilac clouds scattered about, it all made your fingers etch for water paints. But after about 18 sunsets and 12 paintings, you had begun feeling that a sunset was rather boring if not shared with someone.

When Yuta had dropped in at your mansion announcing a beach vacation, you had thought he would be there too. Unfortunately, Mr. Pendragon had been called away by some random emperor again the moment ya'll had set foot on the island. Apparently, the stupid witch of the waste was brewing trouble... Again. You knew that the whole vacation extravaganza was a lame excuse to keep you at the moving castle so that Howl could keep you near him until all your powers were back. But he was just too much of a hopeless romantic to admit to that, and he knew you'd only get angry if he tried to patronize you directly. Although you would hardly admit it, you could really do some time away from your routine, where without your powers, life had become an endless circle of cooking, cleaning, and reading. Your mastery over fire was something out of folktales. They had made legends over you, scared kids into sleeping early under your name. It was a kind of glory you didn't expect to stripped away that easily. So it just made you angrier.

You weren't exactly the kind old witch that made healing potions. you had the kind of power that scared people. Now when you accidentally burned down half a village and the temple of a local deity while chasing a murderer, the deity just might have cursed you to sit flame-less until next monsoon. 

Okay... maybe you did need to learn a little self control, sign up for an anger management workshop while you were at it. You had encountered crappy situations all your life, but sitting powerless at a beach while the witch of the waste raged around was an all-time low.

Here at the castle, Calcifer took care of everything, so today you had decided to take a walk around the ember island. Only, Ember island was a very touristy place, so in every direction you looked, you saw couples on their honeymoons squished together, tongues down each other's throats. It had made you bitterly walk back to the castle fuming. It had been two weeks since Yuta had been called away and you were a thought away from visiting the king's palace yourself.

I apologize your highness, but my boyfriend and I are losing out on too much quality time for me to give a rat's ass about your royal problems.

Without magic, everything in your life had slowed down by a mile. You had never realized how dependant you were on magic until you had to live without it.

Yuta seemingly lived a human life, cooking and cleaning all by himself, you, on the other hand, realized you could no longer jinx your plate to clean itself and almost threw a fit. It was all too frustrating.

You were half jealous that Yuta could go around being his wizard self and half sad that he wasn't here with you. You felt a white bolt of anger in her stomach, you were bored, tired without magic, and if you must admit a little needy. Maybe you should go around burning down imperial courts once your powers were back.

Your fingers dug tighter into the railing overlooking the sliver waters of embers island, you could feel your blood boil even without the usual hellfire within it. You were so far into her rage, that you didn't hear the quiet footsteps behind you.

You were going to yank that witch by her hair and burn her at a stake. Only when he actually wrapped his hands around you that you jumped. Your heart rate going from casual walk to 100-meter dash. But Yuta just held you tighter. He knew you found back hugs embarrassing but just loved seeing you flustered.

He nuzzled his face into your hair, and the white bolt of anger melted as quickly as it had appeared. You felt his full lips press against your neck as he murmured, "Sorry love, the traffic was crazy."

You felt goosebumps flood your body as his deep voice drummed into your ear. Chuckling, you turned around to face him. He always looked at you so adoringly, his eyes shining with just a glint of disbelief. As if he still couldn't believe he was holding you for real. You always found that rather flattering. The king and the witch suddenly became very small nuisances, fading as he laced his long sleeves around your waist pulling you against his chest.

With a content sigh, you ran your fingers through his long midnight bangs, tucking them behind his ear. Cupping his face you leaned into him, pressing your lips on his for only a fleeting moment, "Guess we'll have to make up for all the lost time then." you murmured against his mouth. You only caught a glimpse of his grin, before he pulled you in for a deeper kiss. One of his hands trailed down your lower back as the other glided into your hair, angling your head against his mouth. His kisses were always so diligent, passionate trembling lips, murmuring praises, small acts of worship. Your hands ran down his tone arms, you could feel the deep calling for him quell from your body like a rising tide.

Well, you thought before you lost yourself completely, this vacation isn't all that bad.

#nct127 x reader #yuta x reader #nct imagines #nakamoto yuta #howl pendragon #howl x reader #howl x you #yuta x you #yuta x y/n #yuta imagines #nct 127 #yuta nct 127 #yuta nakamoto

[gay-jesus-probably]

(Feel free to ignore this-! I’m just happy to hear someone’s deep takes on Zelda)

I really love your deep dives and interpretations/discussions on the Gerudo people and their history, influence and life in BOTW/TOTK (I totally agree with all you’ve said)

I just want to ask/Point out (after reading your imperialism post about TOTK) didn’t the Zora for many years like- not want to serve or be a part of the Hylian families army either? Like, even before Mipha’s death, weren’t the Zora very much against conforming to the Hylian’s rules and such? (In every game?) I’m a bit confused on how Hyrule is split up, the Zora’s having their own kingdom(s), the Rito and Goron’s having elder’s/their own leaders but still serving the royal family??

It’s always bothered me how these separate races all still have statues to the Goddess Hylia (Started in BOTW) and not their own deity’s to pray to or follow (Like the Zora praying to Nayru makes sense, or even something like Jabu Jabu to bring back- or the Rito could’ve prayed to Valoo, a great dragon or something.)

It just feels like Nintendo COULD’VE put so much care into all their races stories and histories! But oops no this game will be for Kids(TM) and we can’t put anything too deep or serious. Makes me sad :( I wanted to see them in a deeper context.

Oh yeah, it's very weird that they just put zero effort into explaining some of the worldbuilding. I mean, in BOTW it makes perfect sense to have the races be off doing their own things! It's post apocalypse, Hyrule does not exist anymore, these different communities have no real reason to interact with each other! And I really liked that BOTW outright showed that there was no particular effort for diplomacy, but people still got along as individuals - I liked that we saw different races hanging around each other. I loved that there were Gerudo in Goron Town to trade for their gems, I loved that Goron were allowed into Gerudo Town because they're a race of rock people that legitimately don't have any real need for gender and just use masculine terms by their own choice, and the Gerudo understood that. And I loved the whole Tarrey Town sidequest, because it actually felt really satisfying to build up a new town that had inhabitants from all the races, not for any particular reason, but just because they were people that wanted to live there and work together. They didn't need a big central government to make it a whole Thing; they were just getting by.

And we also saw the less good side of these things, like that one guy in Hateno that greeted you at the gate, and decided Link was trustworthy specifically because he was Hylian, making it clear that xenophobia still existed. I like that Kass was kind of thrown by Link asking if he was a giant bird, and the implication that Link was being kinda insensitive there and Kass was choosing not to be offended. I liked that there was a Hylian couple on their honeymoon in Rito village because the guy genuinely loved the town and its culture, while his new wife looked down on the Rito and hated being around them. And I liked that the older Zora still held a grudge against Hyrule for many things, up to and including the fact that Mipha died defending it, and the older generation would rather risk everyone's wellbeing than accept help from a Hylian that had been involved. And I like that you can run into other Hylian's near Zora's domain that outright tell you Zora have been trying to recruit them to do something important, but they all refused to get involved because they don't think that those weird fish people could have anything serious going on and it all seemed really sketchy.

My point is, BOTW really did feel like it'd been a hundred years since the end of the world, and everyone was just trying to get by and live their lives. You saw people being open minded and accepting other races for no other reason than the fact that they were all people, and you saw people being petty and bigoted just because they didn't trust people that looked and acted differently from them, but for the most part people were all just getting by and doing their own thing. BOTW gave the impression that Hyrule had been an equal alliance between the Hylian's, Zora, Goron, Rito and Gerudo (and with the Sheikah having a considerably less equal role, specifically built on the Sheikah having been forced to submit to cultural genocide to save their own lives, and the Yiga clan being the survivors that fought back instead), with Hyrule acting as sort of the core of the alliance, if only due to literally being in the geographic middle.

I mean fuck, the existence of the Divine Beasts suggests that things are equal! Yeah, Hyrule has a royal family with holy powers due to literally being the descendants of a Goddess, and they're the ones that always get the reincarnation of the Hero that's the only one who can wield the bullshit OP magic sword... but they don't get a Divine Beast (Link's dinky little DLC motorcycle doesn't count). The Divine Beasts were specifically made to be weapons of mass destruction, and they were specifically made for the non-Hylian races. That really does suggest an active effort being taken to balance the scales, that the ancient people saw that only Hylian's were granted divine favour, and so if the gods wouldn't give that power to other races, they'd fucking make it themselves. The existence of the Divine Beasts feels like a promise to keep everyone on equal footing, and say what you will about pre-Calamity Hyrule, but they didn't even question keeping that promise.

...And then in TOTK, all of that's just gone. The Sheikah aren't their own people with a complicated relationship to the throne, now they're just Hylian's with a different aesthetic. The 'alliance' between the races turns out to be built on Hyrule's first King and Queen pointing their stockpile of magical nukes at everyone and asking them politely to become their subjects, and pretending not to notice the implied threat that they'd magically nuke anyone who refused. In BOTW the Sheikah race being sworn servants of the Hylian royal family was acknowledged as a fucked up situation, and that power imbalance being horribly abused in the past was what created the Yiga clan. In TOTK, we're outright told that Rito, Goron, Zora and Gerudo all exist for the sole purpose of serving the Hylian royal family, and that is framed as a good thing and the proper way of the world; the first sign of Ganondorf being evil is that he refuses to submit.

And even putting all that super gross ancient past stuff aside, the present day is equally fucked. Hyrule has been gone for a century. In BOTW, few people even remembered that Zelda had ever existed, and of those people not many of them cared. Nobody was really interested in having a central government, they were all getting by just fine on their own. And again, it was made pretty clear that the pre-calamity situation had been an actively maintained collective alliance between independent nations. There was a reason that people were predicting that Hyrule's monarchy would be abolished in TOTK, and that's because we all saw that there was literally no reason for anyone other than the Sheikah to respect Zelda's authority as a ruler - the Zora were the only other people to still remember her, and they were completely done with the Hylian royal family anyways. If Zelda rolled up declaring herself the Queen of Hyrule anywhere else, she'd be laughed out of town, because that's the standard response to a random teenager showing up and informing you she was actually the highest authority in the land. Zelda had no inherent authority left at the end of BOTW, if she wanted to be in charge, she'd need to earn it. That's the state of the world that we were shown.

Except nope, nevermind, Zelda's the almighty God Princess of the world and literally everyone mindlessly accepts her ultimate authority. She can order people to strip naked and walk into a monster den to die for her amusement, and they would immediately do it without asking any questions (yes I know the underwear thing was a misunderstanding, but the fact that everyone jumped to follow the misheard order without a single question is horrifying). And the imposter Zelda arc just hammers home the point that Zelda is in a completely unearned, lifelong position as dictator of the world, and literally nobody cares if she abuses that power. Zelda brainwashed Yunobo and forced him to ruin his own business and nearly destroy his own people? He's just worried she'll be angry that the mask keeping him brainwashed was destroyed. Zelda summons a giant monster to attack Yunobo and Link then walks away? Oh my god, the giant monster Zelda just summoned to kill us might hurt her, we have to save Zelda from it! Zelda literally openly attacks King Dorephan and tries to murder him? He'd rather go missing in the middle of a crisis and suffer alone in hiding than let anyone know that Zelda just tried to kill him. I don't understand why they bothered with the fake Zelda arc, because literally nothing the fake Zelda does is allowed to have consequences.

It just doesn't make any goddamn sense. Nobody feels real anymore, there's no politics between the races, there's no reason for anything being the way it is now. The entire world of Hyrule has been reduced to just Zelda's Fanclub, and nobody would ever consider doubting her for a second. I don't understand why the fake Zelda arc is in the game, because it's never actually allowed to be part of the story. Nobody actually cares about 'Zelda' tormenting people, and so we're told that there is literally nothing that can possibly happen to make Zelda lose her authority. There's no stakes. We're not supposed to care about anyone who isn't Zelda, we're not given any real reason to care about Zelda herself, and so why the fuck are we still here?

...I've distracted myself a lot here lmaoo, I'm not really sure where I was going with all of this beyond just rambling about shitty writing and bad continuity. The point is, BOTW had some really good writing and worldbuilding. That Hyrule felt like a real place inhabited by actual people, and the different races were their own, independent people. When they worked together, it was a sign of them putting time and effort into reaching out to each other and meet on the same level. Meanwhile TOTK feels like it's made of fucking cardboard most of the time.

(Also for the record I agree that the Goddess statues being Literally Everywhere was kinda fucked, BUT I'm willing to let it slide as a matter of just game design; that's where you go to trade spirit orbs for upgrades, so you want a spot to do that in every major town for player convenience. And using different deities in different areas wouldn't work, because the players are introduced to the mechanic with a goddess statue; they're not gonna naturally assume that the statue of a giant fish can do that too, so most of them would assume the statue is scenery and just ignore it. I thought it was at least a nice touch that the goddess statues had different decorations in some towns, and that some towns put the statues away from the main areas; it gave the impression that while everyone while worshipping Hylia was widespread, everyone was doing it differently, and in some places it wasn't very popular - just look at the Kakariko statue being in the middle of town with a well maintained pond surrounding it and torches to draw more attention to it, then compare that to the Gerudo Town statue being down a side street on the edge of town, away from the main gate, with nothing of any real importance nearby, and nothing to get people's attention. It really works with the Sheikah's culture being built on their devotion to the Goddess, while the Gerudo's history with Hylia and her followers is a lot more complicated, and so their statue's location implies that worship of Hylia is pretty unpopular among the Gerudo.)

#tears of the kingdom spoilers #tears of the kingdom #my continued inability to shut up about this game #i hate the writing in totk and it's boring as hell if i take it as face value #but the fucked up stuff the bad writing accidentally implied is FASCINATING #also for everyone thats sent me asks about this sorry in advance if i dont reply to you #but they keep prompting me to deliver long rambling essays about my thoughts on this game #and i only have so much time in my life to do that #for context while i was typing this whole essay i got another 3 new asks #still dealing with a puppy over here. he's got another month before he's ready to leave his mama #and that means a month of trying to socialize him enough to make up for the lack of littermates #basically i'd love to do nothing but rant about totk but life is still very hectic right now

[ceapa-mica]

Married Life with Thrawn 💗 - a headcanon

Let me add this headcanon for your daily Thrawn related daydreams. 💙

Enjoy!

🔞 This contains smut! 🔞

Reader's gender is not mentioned.

Taglist: @bingbongooo @dance-like-russia-isnt-watching @ele-millennial-weirdo @enaelyork @jesslove23 @thrawnalani @thrawnsboots @twincesskorisoka @davesrightshoe @shoe-bag @blackddarling @obbicrystaleo

You’ve gotten married and returned from your honeymoon to your life aboard the Chimera. You settle in your everyday life by Thrawn's side now.

Marrying your former boss brings changes to your life you have not foreseen, some are good while others are… not so good.

Before your marriage, when you still worked for the Imperial Navy, you saw Thrawn often during your work day. But now, since you're no longer employed in the Navy, you have to get used to seeing less of your beloved husband. As a Grand Admiral he’s very busy, but he makes time for you whenever his schedule allows it.

You stay awake long enough, waiting for him to return to your quarters. It's important to you that you get to speak with each other every day.

You spend your days making money doing something you love, like a hobby turned job. That's your way of maintaining a certain financial independence since you don't want to rely on Thrawn's income, no matter how much he earns as a Grand Admiral.

You don't wanna spend your entire life in your quarters, so you help out around the Chimera in your spare time. Technically you're not allowed to since you're no longer under contract with the Imperial Navy, but nobody bats an eye when they see you helping out.

You receive the same if not more respect from the crew since you're the Grand Admiral’s spouse now.

While helping out, you meet crew members you haven't met previously due to your higher rank. You actually make a few friends that way. You’re wary at the beginning, but eventually figure they like you as a person and don't want to use your closeness to Thrawn for their own careers.

They feel a bit intimidated when you invite them to your quarters for a night of sabacc and drinks. When Thrawn returns to your quarters that night they leave immediately, intimidated by his rank and looks. Thrawn is slightly amused by their reaction and he's glad to see you settling into your new life so well.

You have just as much time for sex as before your marriage. Thrawn always makes sure to be thorough when he takes you. He knows exactly what you like, including every spot on your body that gives you extra pleasure. You will never be left unsatisfied. Same goes for him, you have figured out what he's into by now.

Your inner alarm clock is still set to Imperial Navy working hours, a habit hard to get rid of. You're glad you get to spend time with your husband under the shower in the morning though.

One morning you pluck out his first grey hair while getting ready. You start teasing him relentlessly about it, and every time he shuts you up with a long deep kiss, knowing that it's just friendly banter. Until the day comes you find your own first grey hair. He will tease you in Basic, Cheunh and Sy Bisti, and he chuckles every time you complain about not understanding a word.

Speaking of languages, you further improve your Cheunh and Sy Bisti gradually. Thrawn helps you with that when he has the time.

He knows exactly how to praise you for good learning. It usually ends with him between your legs, pleasuring you in a way only his mouth can. He could go down on you for hours and never get enough of your taste. Tasting you and watching you come undone on/in his mouth is one of the few weaknesses he allows himself to have.

You still go on date nights and romantic excursions when Thrawn's schedule allows it. Quality time is so important to you both. You talk for hours. It never gets boring with Thrawn. Everything he says always carries a certain weight and he always knows the right place to take you to. Sometimes you think he knows you better than you know yourself.

One day the thought of having a child crosses your mind. You never really considered the idea of children. You just know that Thrawn would make an excellent father, despite his job keeping him so busy. You're not yet telling him about this particular thought though.

You want to enjoy some more couple time before talking to him about children.

You and Thrawn train in his dojo together once or twice a week - a little tradition you started before you were even engaged. He teaches you some useful tricks in self defence. He would never admit he lets you win from time to time just to see your eyes light up with pride.

The assassin droids are a no-no for you! You are prohibited from using them. They're deadly and only Thrawn knows how to defeat them.

One of Thrawn's love languages is gift giving. Throughout your relationship he has given you plenty of practical and rare gifts. This man wants to spoil you to make up for the fact that he can't leave the Chimera permanently and settle down on a lush green planet with you. There are times where he feels because of that he might not be good enough for you. Yes, even a Grand Admiral can have self doubts. He won't tell you that though.

In return to his gifts you do nice things for him, like surprising him with his favorite food. Even if you're not good at cooking, he still appreciates that you have tried.

You got used to sharing a bed with him so quickly. You can no longer fall asleep without Thrawn by your side. The sound of his heartbeat and the gentle rise and fall of his chest has become essential for a good night’s sleep.

In conclusion, married life with Thrawn never gets boring. Some changes take some getting used to, but the good things outweigh the bad. You have married a man who unconditionally supports you, loves and cherishes you, who's loyal and honest. You are Thrawn's everything and vice versa. He makes you feel whole.

There's a foreshadowing for my next hc in this one. Yep, it will be a pregnancy hc I'm working on you can look forward to.

Thank you for reading!

#thrawn #grand admiral thrawn #mitth'raw'nuruodo #blue man hot #thrawn x reader #thrawn x you #thrawn headcanon #thrawn fanfiction #star wars rebels #ahsoka series #star wars

[empiredesimparte]

Presenter Julien: A week after the celebrations, it's time to take stock of the festivities for Their Majesties' wedding. Presenter Sophie: This is the third imperial wedding in Francesim history. A rare and grandiose event, which heralds the splendor of the next coronation.

Presenter Sophie: His Majesty the Emperor married Empress Charlotte, a love affair born of a long childhood friendship. The young couple were married by His Holiness Pope Benedictus XIX, the Emperor's godfather. Welcome to Mr. Arthur Thomas, our specialist on crowned heads…

Journalist Arthur: Thank you, Sophie. Presenter Julien: What should we take away from this imperial wedding, Arthur?

Journalist Arthur: A lot! First of all, Empress Charlotte has once again won over the French. She's a charming, well-educated young woman who, above all, knows the Emperor by heart. She has mastered imperial protocol to perfection this day, and I'd go so far as to say, better than the Emperor!

Journalist Arthur: Indeed, the image that amused the entire empire was His Majesty's discreet micro-nap during the mass following the Pope's blessing. If this royal somnolence amused the majority of spectators, some of us hope that the Pope or the Empress didn't take offense at such a lack of control.

Journalist Arthur: Speaking of control, as far as foreign personalities are concerned, Madame Royale de Thornolie has once again distinguished herself by her perfect self-control. The sharpest tongues may regret the usual over-rigor displayed by Her Royal Highness at every public appearance.

Presenter Julien: Isn't she nicknamed the Ice Princess back in Thornolia? I think that at a wedding, Madame Royale could have shown more sympathy for our young Emperor…

Presenter Julien: ...By contrast, the Duke of Rothsey, who had been repeatedly refused attention by the imperial family, was very smiling and exemplary. In fact, he attended the imperial banquet with the Emperor.

Journalist Arthur: Indeed, many fans were delighted to see Oliver and Hortense together again. The two lovebirds gave each other several glances during the ceremony. Is this a sign of things to come? It probably does!

Senator Aimery: I believe so too, Francesim needs to reunite around the Imperial family after these difficult times. What's more, Their Imperial Majesties have Madame Hortense's well-being at heart.

Presenter Sophie: Thank you, Senator. We'll now give the floor to Madame Gérard, president of the opposition Third Party…

Opponent Madame Gérard: Thank you for your invitation. Presenter Sophie: What do you think of His Majesty's marriage? Opponent Madame Gérard: We have great hopes for His Majesty Emperor Napoléon V. We must (…)

Napoléon V: I'm sorry about the nap, I was… Charlotte: I know, you were tired. It's all right, Louis.

⚜ Le Cabinet Noir | Emperor's private jet, 29 Prairial An 230

Beginning ▬ Previous ▬ Next

Napoléon V and his wife Charlotte leave for their honeymoon. During the trip, they watch a live broadcast reviewing the imperial wedding.

(Oliver is from @officalroyalsofpierreland, Eleanor (Madame Royale) from @theroyalthornoliachronicles, we also see Queen Viviane II of Iona from @funkyllama. Thank you! <3)

⚜ Traduction française

Napoléon V et sa femme Charlotte partent en lune de miel. Durant le voyage, ils suivent une émission en direct faisant le bilan du mariage impérial.

Présentateur Julien : Une semaine après les célébrations, il est temps de dresser un bilan des festivités données pour le mariage de Leurs Majestés. Présentatrice Sophie : Il s'agit du troisième mariage impérial célébré dans toute l'histoire de la Francesim. Un événement rare et grandiose, qui annonce le faste prévu lors du prochain couronnement.

Présentatrice Sophie : Sa Majesté l'Empereur a épousé l'Impératrice Charlotte, un amour issu d'une longue amitié d'enfance. Le jeune couple a été marié par Sa Sainteté le pape Benedictus XIX, parrain de l'Empereur. Bienvenue à M. Arthur Thomas, notre spécialiste des têtes couronnées...

Journaliste Arthur : Merci Sophie. Présentateur Julien : Que faut-il retenir de ce mariage impérial, Arthur ?

Journaliste Arthur : Enormément de choses ! D'abord, il faut souligner à quel point l'Impératrice Charlotte a une nouvelle fois conquis les Français. C'est une jeune femme charmante, bien éduquée, et surtout qui connaît l'Empereur par cœur. Elle a maîtrisé le protocole impérial à la perfection cette journée, et je dirais même, mieux que l'Empereur !

Journaliste Arthur : En effet, l'image qui a amusé tout l'empire, c'est la micro-sieste discrète de Sa Majesté durant la messe qui suit la bénédiction du pape. Si cette royale somnolence a amusé les spectateurs en majorité, certains d'entre nous espèrent que le pape ou l'Impératrice ne se sont pas offusqués d'un tel manque de contrôle

Journaliste Arthur : A propos de contrôle, du côté des personnalités étrangères, Madame Royale de Thornolie s'est une fois de plus illustrée par une parfaite maîtrise de soi. Les langues les plus déliées regretteront peut-être la trop grande rigueur habituelle dont fait preuve Son Altesse Royale à chaque apparition publique.

Présentateur Julien : N'est-elle pas surnommée chez elle, en Thornolie, la princesse de glace ? Je trouve qu'à un mariage, Madame Royale aurait pu montrer davantage de sympathie à l'égard de notre jeune Empereur...

Présentateur Julien : A côté, le duc de Rothsey, à qui la famille impériale a pourtant refusé maintes fois de lui prêter attention, a été très souriant et exemplaire. Il a d'ailleurs participé au banquet impérial auprès de l'Empereur.

Journaliste Arthur : En effet, de nombreux fans se sont d'ailleurs réjouis de voir à nouveau réunis Oliver et Hortense. Les deux tourtereaux se sont d'ailleurs lancés plusieurs regards durant la cérémonie. Cela annonce-t-il de prochaines fiançailles? Probablement!

Sénateur Aimery : Je le crois aussi, la Francesim a besoin de se réunir autour de la famille impériale après ces temps difficiles. De plus, Leurs Majestés Impériales ont à cœur le bien-être de Madame Hortense.

Présentatrice Sophie : Merci Sénateur. Nous allons à présent laisser la parole à Madame Gérard, la présidente du parti de l'opposition, le Tiers parti...

Opposante Madame Gérard : Merci pour votre invitation Présentatrice Sophie : Que pensez vous du mariage de Sa Majesté ? Opposante Madame Gérard : Nous avons beaucoup d'espoir avec Sa Majesté l'Empereur Napoléon V, il faut espérer que...

Napoléon V : Je suis désolé pour la sieste, j'étais... Charlotte : Je sais, tu étais fatigué. Ce n'est pas grave Louis

#simparte #ts4 #ts4 royal #royal simblr #sims 4 royal #sim : louis #sims 4 fr #sims 4 #gen 2 #sim : charlotte #weddingV #ts4 royal wedding #le cabinet noir #sim : aimery #sims 4 royal story #sims 4 royal family #sims 4 royalty #sims 4 royal legacy #ts4 royals #ts4 royal family #ts4 royal simblr #ts4 royalty #sim : hortense #sim : oliver #sim : eleanor

[illuminatedquill]

The poll doesn't end for another two hours but, looking at the results, it's pretty clear which of the stories you guys want me to tackle first.

So, without further ado, let's list the fics I'll be working on from now until kingdom come in the order decided by the poll:

(drumroll please)

Coming in at an unsurprising 1st Place with a whopping 53% of the votes:

Sabine Wren x Ezra Bridger

Romantic Knights

Story Summary: Enjoying their honeymoon on the galaxy's largest intergalactic cruiser for newlywed couples, the Romance Dawn, Sabine and Ezra find themselves thrust into action against pirates seeking to hijack the cruise for their own nefarious purposes.

For 2nd Place, surprisingly, with 27.3% of the votes:

Ezra Bridger & Shin Hati

Two Wolves

Story Summary: First in an epic two part story, the enigmatic mercenary Shin Hati reappears in Ezra's life and forces him into an uneasy alliance with her, threatening to reveal Sabine's involvement with Thrawn's return to the whole galaxy if he does not comply. The mission: infiltrate an abandoned Imperial research station to find a mysterious object known as "The Codex". Horrors await inside the derelict station, however, and both will have to learn to trust each other in order to survive . . .

Author's Note: Shin and Ezra are not a couple in this! This is still a Sabezra story, I promise.

And, last but not least, in 3rd place with 19.7% of the votes:

Ezra Bridger

Jedi Exile

Story Summary: Takes place immediately following the Rebels series finale. Ezra's story of survival: the crash landing on Peridea, eluding Thrawn, and finding the will to continue on despite being stranded in another galaxy.

And there you have it; all the Sabezra fics listed in order, as decided by you guys.

. . . What's that? There's more?

Oh, damn. There are more! Nooooooo -

Sabine Wren & Shin Hati

The Starbird and The Wolf

Story Summary: Following the events of Two Wolves, Sabine Wren must team up with Shin Hati to prevent a spreading darkness threatening to consume the galaxy. To protect all that she loves, Sabine - and Shin - will find themselves pushed to their absolute limits. And, at the journey's end, a final choice looms: one that will require sacrifice beyond either have ever known.

Author's Note: It's a Sabezra story! Promise.

And, finally, a fun story I've been cooking up for some time now:

Sabine Wren x Ezra Bridger

Brightsaber

Story Summary: Jedi Knights Sabine Wren and Ezra Bridger are summoned to Mandalore by the Mandalorian, Din Djarin, who has a task that can only be achieved by a Mandalorian Jedi - one that is considered vital to keeping the peace under Duchess Bo-Katan Kryze's rule. For Sabine it is a homecoming long in the making: facing the ghosts of her past . . . and finding a balance between her Mandalorian heritage and the Jedi path she has pledged her life to.

Busy, busy, busy.

See you all down the road.

#sabezra #sabine wren #ezra bridger #shin hati #ezrabine #star wars rebels #ahsoka show #sabezra fanfiction #natasha liu bordizzo #eman esfandi

[izvmimi]

cw: sexual references but not outright smut, minors dni. polygamy. infidelity. mention of pregnancy. ANGST. a/n: Reposted. Part of a palace drama AU, originally posted last year, the goal is for four main characters, whose stories would intertwine. Idk if I'll ever do profiles for everyone.

From the perspective of the Third Royal Consort of Manji Palace, during the fifth year of the reign of Emperor Manjiro: 

---

Your entry into the palace was a smooth, streamlined affair. 

As the third wife to a man as exalted, revered and busy as the Emperor, you’d expected a grandiose entrance, and your arrival at Manji Palace was exactly that, filled with food, drink, merriment and ceremony, but you had not particularly expected any personal, pointed attention.

And as you expected, once the festivities had died down, and after you’d received titles and gifts aplenty from him, the Empress, and the Imperial Noble Consort, two and more ranks above you, and the remaining important figures of the locked-in palace, things grew sufficiently quiet. You’d expected to be forgotten. 

Wives who enter the palace on treatises often turn out like this - used as a pawn to prevent impending war or to secure power, with little merit on their own aside from being pretty keepsakes of a far away land visited, and somewhat conquered. You weren’t that aware of the customs of this land, and while you spoke the language, your accent gave away the fact that you weren’t really from there, not the way the Empress and her co-wife had grown up together and seemed to understand each other without even speaking. 

His Majesty was polite, however, being polite enough to spend the night with you to keep up appearances, and knowing immediately, as you recoiled from him in the dead of the night, that you hadn’t exactly been willing, even if you weren’t exactly unwilling. 

Putting his clothes back onto his person, he ended that heavily anticipated portion of the honeymoon and sat at the edge of the bed.

To your surprise, he smiled.

“I suppose I’ll give you a chance to decide if you want me or not,” he reassured you. Not a single kiss, not even a graze of your skin. You would have to be willing if he were ever to take you, even if now he owned your body by virtue of you becoming his wife.

He somehow understood. 

“I can be a good consort… in other ways,” you promised.

Manjiro again smiled, something warmer than should be expected of a man in his position. 

“I look forward to it.”

In order not to embarrass you, he still spent the night, leaving in the morning. Spots of red blood spilled on the sheets to prove your virginity came from the pass of a dagger on the pale skin of the dorsum of his hand. 

He promised you safety and camaraderie within the palace. His other wives were kind. He, too, was kind. He simply could not promise you that you would fall in love with him.

He didn’t need love either - at least not from you. He had love aplenty from the Imperial Noble Consort, and even if it were a long shot, his Empress would learn to love him eventually. You were someone who he could be friends with, if it were even worth being friends with members of his harem. 

You were a good friend, rather. 

The Emperor visited you often thereafter, but to play chess, to read, to discuss matters of the palace that weren’t under the realm of the harem, and he appreciated your perspectives on economic strategy and war and politics, one of an outsider.

Appreciating your mind and without feelings muddled by the filth of love and sex and producing heirs, he allowed his favorite generals to meet you. 

This is where your tragedy began -

The moment you lay eyes on Imperial Guard Ken Ryuguji.

—

Every taste of his lips flirted with death - the punishment for an unfaithful concubine would be cruel torture and a cold palace if merciful, family extermination if vengeful. You wondered if it could be different for you - your relationship with Manjiro was different after all, you were friends in the same way he and Ken were friends. Maybe he could understand. He knew you didn’t love him, and he didn’t love you, and your arrangement to be kin in spirit only was unspoken. 

But Manjiro had bequeathed a marriage unto his servant, and to his own sister even. A princess. Surely Dragon Ken was highly favored.

And so are you. 

But what is the worth of a blessing without love? 

“Ken,” you whisper softly, laying between exquisitely woven sheets, wrapped in his arms. He isn’t sleeping, but rather his chin rests atop of yours and he stares at a fixed point far away, beyond your silk curtains, perhaps beyond the realm of this closed off existence.

Any moment he can be snatched away and stripped of his title. Maybe your handmaidens aren’t as loyal as they seem, and although the inner court has not yet filled with scheming women, Empress and Imperial Noble Consort may not be so forgiving once they see how you make a fool out of their husband. 

And the truth is, this is a man that in no way belongs to you. Every moment he spends kissing your lips and holding you in his arms, his wife is not held, not loved, not cared for. 

Do you care? You should. But when he kisses your forehead, and kisses your lips, and dives beneath to kiss between your thighs, you forget there is another woman who might love him as much as you do.

You want him. You want him enough that you would give everything away. The jewelry, the clothes, the authority. 

All for his love.

“___?” he whispers your name back. His eyes fix upon you and they’re heavy and focused, and he’s the only one who truly sees you in this foreign land, who calls you by your name. You wonder if anyone still remembers it, whether it’s the emperor or anyone else in this palace. If not for the way he says it,  you too, probably would have forgotten your own name.

“I love you,” you say.

He stiffens, and so do you. 

Your words come out as easily as they would any other day. He’s said the same before, that in another life, it would be you and no one else. You’d love freely, not under the cover of night. You’d love him in the same spaces the light touches. You’d love him, you’d love him, you’d love him.

He speaks onto you, holding you tightly as though he were saying something as natural as the sky is blue, or that the birds chirp the morning into rise, and that Manjiro’s influence is as expansive as the sky. 

“Forgive me.”

You blink and your throat goes dry. 

Maybe your body runs cold against the heat of his body. He sighs and holds you closer, but you can feel it, the fact that he’s about to shatter you in two as though he’s not the only one that has been keeping you together these past few years.

“Emma wants a child.”

And your heart breaks.

#draken x reader #ken ryuuguji x reader #tokrev x reader #daydreams: tokrev #thoughts: draken #mimi's notes

[indignantlemur]

hello! I was wondering about andorian wedding ceremonies and funeral rights.

For the wedding ceremonies do andorians wear anything special or do they style their hair like the vikings did?

For the funeral rights, what do the andorians do to honor their dead?

Thank you.

Hello again! This is a long one, so everything is below the cut!

Let's start with weddings! Andorian weddings are held on Clan grounds either on or adjacent to sacred sites. These sacred sites are places of great natural beauty, and each Clan goes to extreme lengths to preserve and protect these places.

Weddings are overseen by both government and religious officiants, usually those affiliated with the hosting Clan in some way. Where possible, people prefer to have officiants who are members of the host Clan, as the ceremony takes place deep within Clan territories.

Wedding attire varies widely, depending on the Clan, the region, and the religious leanings of the participants, but for the most part heavily embroidered Andorian silks are commonly worn, usually in riotous colours, and paired with warm furs and buttery soft leathers. Some Andorians will wear veils in one form or another, and use of which is not restricted to males or females at all. Some Andorians prefer to wear their their hair unbound and and free for the ceremony, while others go in for elaborate styles and accessories, but this is largely down to personal preference and often ties in with displays of wealth and power. The wedding bands, called vaangviik neek, are of course the most important pieces of ornamentation in the whole ceremony and are often elaborately fashioned and studded with precious stones.

Truthfully, Andorians care surprisingly little about what is worn for a wedding beyond the fact that they must be appropriately well-made and well-appointed for the occasion. Individual Clans might insist on certain items and accessories being worn or incorporated in some way, but in general the rules are actually pretty lax.

The wedding ceremony itself varies somewhat depending on the Clans involved as each has unique traditions that have been passed down throughout the centuries. Some Clans host lavish feasts as a show of largesse, while others perform feats of martial prowess and courage, and others still are much more subdued in their traditions. Further, what happens during a wedding differs depending on if it is a case of two bondmates coming together or a full quad, but for the most part the core ideas are all the same: there is a procession, the officiant guides the participants through the rites, and then the newlyweds are escorted to a designated area within the sacred site in which they are meant to spend the night.

In the case of a pair of bondmates, the first night is spent in total darkness deep in the ancestral grounds of the host Clan. In ancient times, the newlywed were meant to fend for themselves at this point, but modern practices usually have the families of the newlywed preparing a nest of sorts in advance for the newlyweds, usually laden with gifts and snacks. The next morning, the newlyweds are feted by the host Clan and the last of the paperwork is squared away. The couple then go on a four-day honeymoon, usually somewhere very remote where they won't be bothered outside of an emergency.

In the case of a quad, the first night is not spent in total darkness, but in a suite absolutely saturated with saf - an resinous incense which acts as a powerful aphrodisiac for Andorians. The resultant frenzy usually lasts no more than fourteen hours, but quads are generally given a couple days to recover from their exertions. In the days afterwards, each of the Clans from which the members of the quad hail will host the quad for a meal and offer an array of traditional gifts. Pregnancy announcements usually follow shortly afterwards, in quads of mixed sexes - which surprises no one, really.

As for funerals, Andorian customs are just as varied. The Imperial Clan exclusively inters their dead in caskets within the ice, embalmed and perfectly preserved, for example, and they are guarded at all times. Clan Tha'an prefers cremation and then to scatter the ashes over the Clan's sacred site. Clan Sannev prefer to preserve the blood of the deceased in specialised capsules and then inter the bodies whole and unaltered beneath the ice. Clan Hrisvalar burns their dead, buries all but a small portion of the ashes beneath the ice, and maintains a columbarium housing the rest.

Regardless of how the body is handled, the deceased are recorded in their Clan's Wall of Names, which is a massive work of stone and ice kept hidden in their Clan territories (the information is also copied into more modern, digital archives kept under lock and key by the head of the Clan, of course.) Every birth and death is recorded in the Wall of Names as they happen, and their genealogies span over a thousand years in some cases. The deceased are then interred into the ice in some fashion. In addition to the examples above, some Clans traditionally burn their dead and return the ashes to the ice in clay pottery, while other Clans prefer to inter their dead whole and unaltered, and other still commit to their dead to the sea below the ice, to feed the life within the depths and become part of the cycle of life of Andoria.

The Andorian Imperial Guard curates the Wall of Heroes, into which samples of blood or other remains of their deceased are encased and preserved, and the names, ranks, and deeds of the deceased are carved upon the Wall. Digital records are also made, of course. Many Guilds do something similar, recording the names and works of the deceased and arranging displays of their creations.

Mourning rituals are a little more unified. Imperial Guardsmen handle death by bringing some part of their comrade back to the Wall of Heroes (usually blood, but hair will do in a pinch) personally, and witnessing the internment of the remains at the Wall of Heroes. They usually follow this with tightly controlled displays of grief, followed by much more private and solitary mourning on their own time. Guardsmen don't have the luxury of falling apart willy-nilly - there's usually a job to be done, and that comes first.

Civilians are more prone to bombastic displays of grief - rending of clothes, tearing of hair, the works- but some religious sects believe that such displays entice a spirit to linger and haunt the premises. Their thinking is that the spirit of the decease will be distressed by the grief and sorrow of the living and try to console them, forsaking a peaceful rest in the afterlife to do so. These groups therefore do everything possible to mask their feelings until at least a day has passed, so that the spirit of their loved on moves on without trouble.

In general, Andorians don't linger on grief, however. It's not their way, and lingering on grief beyond the appropriate mourning period (which varies depending on the closeness of the relationship between the living and deceased, social rank, etc) is a sign of some sort of serious mental imbalance - and usually one treated as quickly and quietly as possible. It's acceptable for widowed spouses to refrain from accepting a new member into a quad for quite some time - many years even - but it rarely lasts longer than a decade at the most. It's understood that the loss of a bondmate or spouse - or a child, for that matter - is devastating, and that each person recovers from such a loss at difference paces.

The actual funerals involved can vary, depending on everything from status and rank to lifestyle, guild affiliations, and such. State funerals, such as those pertaining to the Imperial family, are extremely somber, extravagant affairs, and every member of the family visible to the public eye maintains a stone-cold, stoic facade for the duration - approximately a month of mourning, including the week-long funerary procession and the internment of the deceased's remains into the ice beneath their ancestral grounds.

By contrast, Civilians and Guild members typically have funerary rituals lasting about a week, including internment, and often combine the procession with a celebration of life at the end of the week.

There are specific days throughout the year that are set aside to honour one's ancestors and beloved dead, and those days are often celebrated with a blend of quiet contemplation and vibrant celebrations of life and living. Oil lamps are lit, prayers are carved onto thin, fragrant wax tablets and melted together in little bowls, and sweet, colourful treats are left out to assuage the restless dead and the souls of Andorians who died far from home and could not be brought back. Days which honour battle-dead, especially war-dead, are far more solemn affairs and are heavily ritualised, the most strict observers of which are the Emperor and the Imperial Guardsmen themselves.

Hope this answers everything - let me know if I've missed something!

#star trek #andorian #andorians #headcanon #Andorian funerals #Andorian weddings #Andorian mourning rituals #Andorian wedding rituals

[theroyalsims]

BREAKING: SHANG SIMLA HAS A NEW EMPRESS! KENJI AND ALICE WED IN HISTORIC “HYBRID” WEDDING

It’s official! Alice and Kenji walked out of the Grand Palace as man and wife!

Their Imperial Majesties Emperor Kenji and his new wife and newly-minted “Empress Alexandra” tied the knot in a modified and modernised royal wedding ceremony. 

Originally, Shang Simlan royal weddings last for three days, including the pre and post-wedding festivities. The main ceremony is officiated by the High Priest of the Church of Shang Simla, and the bride, the groom, and their guest wear traditional Shang Simlan garb. However, Kenji and Alice’s wedding ditched the traditional robes. Alice was shown wearing a champagne-coloured dress sans the typical veil royal brides tend to wear. Kenji, meanwhile, looked dapper in his tux. 

(Above: The couple tied the knot at the Grand Palace, pictured above.)

The decision to not wear traditional Shang Simlan outfits was reportedly due to the backlash that the Palace received when it shared photos of Kenji, Alice, and Princess Hanna during the most recent Plum Harvest Festival. While majority of the locals found the photo to be quite lovely, especially since it was the first time Alice was photographed wearing the traditional royal dress, quite a few people did complain that it was improper for a Westerner - a blonde and blue-eyed foreign Princess - to wear royal robes when she was not yet a legitimate member of the Imperial Family. Some even claimed that it was a form of cultural appropriation, because it seemed like Alice was wearing it as a “costume” like a common tourist.

The subject of cultural appropriation is a heated topic in Shang Simla nowadays, especially following the release of a certain pop star’s music video. The video shows the singer wearing an altered low-cut and mini-skirt version of a traditional Shang Simlan dress while dancing seductively. The artist has been declared a persona non grata in Shang Simla, and both the song and the music video has been banned in the country. 

(Above: The Shang Simlan Palace received flak over this photo which showed then-Princess Alice wearing traditional royal robes.)

While we missed out on the traditional dresses, Alice and Kenji did stick to some of the traditions. They were wed by the High Priest, and took part in the exchange of cups, where the bride and the groom pour each other a cup of rice wine as a symbol of devotion. The couple also walked under the Arch of the Generals. Twelve soldiers, each representing all the provinces of Shang Simla, formed a sabre arch which Alice and Kenji walked under. The tradition is reportedly done to show the provinces’ continued loyalty and allegiance to the Emperor and Empress. Also, a post-wedding banquet will be held tomorrow before the couple will be sent off to their honeymoon. 

The foreign guests included the King and Queen of Arendahl, The Queen of Sulani, The Crown Princess of Tartosa, The Crown Prince and Crown Princess of Glimmerbrook, and Henley’s Grand Duke and Duchess. As for the bride’s family, her two daughters and their husbands were all in attendance, but the little ones were notably absent. Queen Emilia, of course, was present, with Prince Jacques and Crown Princess Anya in tow. Prince Leonard was reportedly too ill to fly abroad and attend. 

(Above: Two royal families united by love. [L-R, back row: Prince Jacques, PM Khari Chegeya, The Duke of Fjord, Princess Mikka, an Prince Chan; front row: Crown Princess Anya, Queen Emilia, Olivia Dorsey-Chegeya, The Duchess of Fjord, Empress Alexandra, Emperor Kenji, Princess Hanna, Princess Haneul, and Princess Rojie)

For the groom’s part, the Dowager Empress was reportedly present during the ceremony, but skipped the photos. The ageing matriarch of the Shang Simlan Imperial Family has been in-and-out of the hospital this past year and even had to undergo emergency surgery over the holidays. However, Kenji’s sisters were present. Kenji’s elder sisters, Princesses Mikka and Haneul, were in attendance, as well as his youngest sister, Princess Rojie, who came with her husband, Prince Chan. Of course, Princess Hanna, Emperor Kenji’s only child, was also present for her dad’s big day. The little royal looked beautiful in a powder blue floral coat. 

(Above: Here comes the bride, all dressed in...NOT white. Empress Alexandra wore a simple yet beautiful dress which perfectly highlighted the breathtaking tiara she wore for the occasion.)

The bride looked beautiful in a vintage-inspired, champagne coloured dress. As expected, no veil was worn (considering this is the bride’s second wedding), but we did get a tiara debut! The new Empress wore an impressive diamond and ruby tiara straight from the Shang Simlan royal vaults. It was the perfect “topper” to her elaborate updo! We’re hoping to see more of this sparkler soon because it’s such a stunning piece! The bride also carried a bouquet of red Shang Simlan tulips, interspersed with Brindleton blossoms as a nod to her home country.

The Shang Simlan Imperial court earlier announced that the former “Princess Alice” (whose full name is Alexandra Olivia Caroline) will be styled as Her Imperial Majesty The Empress Alexandra of Shang Simla. Her daughters, Olivia and Emily, will not be receiving any courtesy titles. 

Who would’ve thought that The Queen’s little sister, poor old Princess Alice, would one day be an Empress!? We’re sure she’ll do wonderfully!

Congratulations to the happy couple! 

#ts4 #theroyalsims #ts4 story #ts4 legacy #ts4 simblr #ts4 royals #ts4 royalty #ts4 royal family #ts4 royal legacy #ts4 royal story #mystory #kenji #alice #shang simla

[eelfuneral]

I’ve come up with yet another “Mayday and Crosshair being annoying honeymooners on Pabu” headcanon!

Crosshair is finally able to eat like a normal dude and not be interrupted by Bee Movie Husband looking Imperial Admirals anymore, so he gains a small layer of fluff. He’s still very much a weird toothpick man, but a visibly softer and happier one. Mayday is OBSESSED. He likes to pinch and grab Crosshair’s new soft bits as often as he can. Crosshair secretly loves the attention, but he acts annoyed because he’s Crosshair and accuses Mayday of having a fetish.

Mayday’s just happy to see that Crosshair is happy and healthy, and will take Crosshair however he can get him.

#clone ship #maycross #tw food issues

[josefavomjaaga]

@northernmariette just reminded me that it was Marie Louise's birthday yesterday (or possibly still today for some of you. 12 December, in any case 😊). So here's a drawing of the Austrian imperial family on a walk in Laxenburg, after a painting from 1807. Marie Louise would be next to the emperor, wearing a green shawl.

Also, here's the link to the index for my take on Marie Louise's travel journal, written during what she may originally have considered her honeymoon vacation.

#napoleon's family #secondary empress #marie louise #habsburg family

[sims4imperialhouseofmarasea]

TIRH, The Imperial Duchess and Duke of Lassiter Spotted On The First Leg of Their Honeymoon....

TIRH, The newly wed Imperial Duchess and Duke of Lassiter were seen taking a private stroll among the monuments of Selvadorada. The Couple seemed lost in each other, definitely starting the honeymoon phase on the right footing.

In a display of newly wedded bliss, the pair couldn't keep their hands off of each other. The newly minted Imperial Duke not doubt felt prying eyes and switched positions to shield HIRH.

HIRH, who is notoriously known for not being shy, stared down the paparazzi and gave them a little wave.

The Couple were also seen later that night, among the locals at the popular watering hole, Selva Inn, enjoying the local cuisine .

Music, drinking and plenty of dancing was the aim of the night, in which the Couple partook in with vigor.

The popularity of the couple has sawed to new heights in recent days. The Imperial Duke, in recent polls has been seen to be a welcomed addition to the Imperial Royal Family, making them more relatable.

The Family themselves as a whole have become more popular, especially as HIRH is allowed to continue to teach as a Professor at his University. Logistics of that have not yet been disclosed. His earnings, however, will be recycled back into the educational system. A very Modern move!!

All in all, the Couple look very happy. Stay tuned for more updates!!!

#ts4 royal family #ts4blackroyals #sims4 royalty #ts4 legacy #ts4blacksims #ts4monarchy #ts4 blacksims #ts4 monarchy #ts4 royalty #sims4 royal family

[ladyniniane]

FE OC WEEK DAY 3: Backstory

A story of sisterhood and unwavering will

After Maeve's introduction and relationships, let's delve into her past, see how her family ended up in Faerghus, how she met her friends and what happened to her during Azure Moon.

You can read the fanfic version here!

@fe-oc-week

TW: Mentions of domestic violence

Maeve was raised by her mother Philomena and her aunt, Nemain. Both came from a well-to-do family of the Alliance. Nemain, who was around a decade older than her sister, had a gift for weaponry and served house Daphnel as a spy and assassin alongside more legal activities. 

A nobleman of the Empire courted Philomena and convinced her to marry him and follow him to Enbarr. Charming and gentle at first, he revealed his true face when the honeymoon ended: that of a violent and abusive man.

Meanwhile, Nemain decided to leave for the Kingdom to start a new life away from political intrigues. She visited her sister, quickly understood what was going on, and offered to take her away from there. Philomena wanted to save her daughter and Nemain’s presence gave her the courage to escape. 

The two women made it out of Adrestia safely. Maeve was just a baby at that time and thus has no memories of the city where she was born. While she was in Enbarr, Nemain had taken with her an orphan girl, Enid, who joined the family. She and Maeve became like sisters. 

The two women started a new business, Nemain’s financial assets allowing them to live comfortably. Growing up, Maeve received a good education and learned manners and etiquette. Her mother taught her to sing, play the lute and hired a private tutor to teach her magic. 

Maeve knew that she was born in Enbarr and that her father was an imperial noble, but she never learned his true name. Even though Philomena never taught her what happened, Maeve read the signs and understood the truth. 

Enid became more and more distant. One day, Maeve heard her argue with Nemain. Her sister was distressed and spoke of something that had been done to her. Enid left without a word soon after. Maeve was 15 and it was one year before the war.

When the war broke up, troops sent by Cornelia attacked the place where Maeve lived. Nemain fought and stayed behind. Philomena tried to rescue her sister, even though she only knew basic spells. Both sisters died that day and Maeve escaped with one of Nemain’s aides who had been trained to fight. 

The two made it to Fraldarius territory with other refugees. Maeve and her guardian stopped at the territory of house Eilyn. Maeve entered the service of the lord’s daughter, Gladys, who had been left in charge of the house. She became her lady-in-waiting as well as the apprentice of the castle’s magician. There, Maeve also met Vigdis, a dancer turned soldier, who also became her friend.

At first, Maeve was supposed to stay behind and guard the castle and this was the case for a year or two. As soon as she was ready to fight, she asked to accompany her friends on their missions. Gladys was keen on maintaining order on her lands and fighting bandits and pillagers. 

Both hardened fighters, Maeve’s friends wondered if she could stomach it. The beginning was indeed difficult. Maeve hesitated and made mistakes and Gladys’ mother, Amalia, tried to convince her to stay behind. But Maeve remembered why she was fighting thus she turned herself into a true soldier.

Gladys’ father died and his daughter inherited the title. She left home with her friends to take a more active role in the fight against the Empire. When Rodrigue learned that Dimitri was still alive and came to his help, Maeve followed her lady. 

Though Maeve was worried about Dimitri’s mental state, she took part in all the subsequent battles. She helped kill a demonic beast at Myrdinn bridge. At Gronder, she hand her unit protected the heavy armored soldiers from the imperial mages.

While the army was recovering at Garreg Mach after Gronder, Maeve met Dedue in the greenhouse. She approached him without hostility and was amazed by the beauty of his flowers.

Maeve fought to retake Fhirdiad. During the battle, she killed a dark mage to save Vigdis who had been badly injured. Under their lady’s command, Gladys’ troops defeated a Titanus and Maeve was among them.

After a victory, a surprise awaited Maeve. Enid had been fighting in the army for all this time and the two sisters where reunited. Though Maeve was at first angry at her disappearance, she listened to Enid’s explanations. Her older sister told her the truth: she had been experimented on by the Agarthans as a child. Deeply hurt and traumatized, Enid was determined to find the truth and stop them. Maeve now understood who her sister truly was: a damaged woman who was still fighting to help the others. She forgave Enid, telling her that she didn’t want to be parted from her again. Enid swore to always stay by her side. During her stay at the capital, Maeve also studied alongside Annette and Sylvain at the school of sorcery under the tutelage of Felix’s cousin, Aoife.

In the meantime, Maeve and Dedue grew closer, spending time and gardening together. She sang for him and he cooked for her. They supported each other through thick and thin. Maeve admired him for his many skills and kindness and her presence delighted him, making Dedue consider a new path for himself and the future, a life where he would listen to his desires. They ultimately confessed their feelings in a moonlit garden in Derdriu. The pair fought side by side at Merceus, their strengths and weaknesses complimenting themselves perfectly.

It was now time for Maeve to go back to Enbarr, though she never imagined that she would enter the city in such circumstances. Maeve fought until the end of the war. After the empress’s defeat, she passed by some imperial nobles who had been made prisoners. They had actively collaborated in all of the war’s atrocities and even helped Those Who Slither in the Dark. A trial and a harsh sentence awaited them. Among them was her father.

Seeing in Maeve the living image of her mother, he immediately understood who she was. He called for her, told her that he was her father and begged her to save him, promising that he would make her a rich woman. When Maeve refused, he tried to guilt-trip her, insisting on the fact that he had given her life. Maeve stayed unmoved. She told him that blood ties meant nothing on their own and that love and respect were earned. She added that he should have thought better before abusing her mother and that his predicament was just the consequence of his actions. She concluded by telling him to use the time he had left to reflect on his behavior. Indifferent to her father’s pleas and insults, she abandoned him to his demise. 

With peace now restored, Maeve could now go back to Faerghus and leave the army. A new life awaited her with Dedue by her side. 

#fe oc week #maeve #fire emblem three houses #fe3h #fe3h ocs