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love-toxin · 1 year

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Fruity four and princess reader au. Where you’re supposed to be this sweet good pure thing, and the four are literally defiling that image every night as you let them through the window at the same time

ok so.....i am having ideas <33

dirty princess

(cws: high fantasy/royalty au, slightly bratty princess!angelface, fantasy au fruity four, forbidden love trope, sneaking around/secret relationships, lots of chastity talk, f/f oral, unprotected sex, anal, tribbing, masturbation, spit, a bit of dom/sub dynamics, the sexy thrill of (potentially) getting caught.)

You're so pretty and sweet, it's a wonder if people don't fall in love with you when they first meet you. With your parents often tending to whatever royal duties that keep them busy, you're left to wander and do as you please for the most part once your lessons are finished for the day. As long as you have a guide, you're allowed to roam the city streets around the castle as well, so you make friends quite easily and that's how you end up meeting the four of them--the people you would never expect to become the loves of your life!

Nancy's a writer and a storyteller, who teaches the children in the poorer villages round the outskirts of the kingdom how to read and write. She's a bit tight-lipped but sweet, gentle and charismatic once she opens up a little more. She holds you in such high regard, a single meeting by chance has her breath caught in her throat and a haze over her whole world--from then on, she finds herself staying awake late at night to scribble furiously in her diary, penning uncountable snippets and stories and observed details of you that she can't allow herself to forget.

Steve is a bit more of a familiar face, as he's a fresh-faced knight on the king's royal guard. Moved quickly on from a squire thanks to his family's wealth, he's still quite new and inexperienced as far as combat goes, but he's confident all the same. He's so surprisingly gentle, he's got a warm voice and such pretty brown eyes, he's mesmerizing. You mention once as you pass by that he's too pretty for battle, that you wouldn't doubt him if he were to don a duke's attire--and he laughs, and when you laugh right along with him, he knows it's love.

Robin is a new love, a new body in the sea of people that crowd the streets when you come walking by. She's a trobairitz, often on the road as she ventures from kingdom to kingdom, carrying along her instrument and her thick leaflets of music bound together with a rough cord. She's poetic and bright and speaks at length when she's left in silence, and she's beautiful, her profession keeping her preferences subtle even when she's singing her sweet love songs to a woman as fair as the princess. With one song performed in your court, and two pairs of eyes meeting from across the patterned floor, you're hooked, and so is she.

Eddie comes from much more humble origins. Lives above a tavern he shares half of with his uncle, often spends his nights wrestling drunks off of their stools to send them stumbling off towards home, and playing a bit of music when the air is quiet and he has a moment to step away from the counter. You had met him by pure accident, the tavern far from the safety of the castle's reach when you had gotten lost one night, your guide having darted away for a moment and left you by your lonesome without even realizing. He had chuckled at the sight of you wandering in, cloak pulled tight but your naïve eyes betraying all your innocence as you sidle between drunks and cheering patrons as they sing and dance on the tables in a stupor. But when you'd whimpered out your need for his help, he had dropped everything to do so, leaving the bar in his uncle's capable hands as he brought you back to the castle gates--and nearly had his head lopped off when they thought he had been the one to kidnap you.

It had been shocking to learn that they all had connections to each other, even moreso to find that they considered themselves friends--but not nearly as much to discover that the love you felt for them, that you thought was selfish and a complete fantasy, was actually requited. That and more. Much more.

Because what most, if not everyone doesn't know, is that you are not the pure-minded princess that your people so adore. While your heart is soft and kind, your desires are something that command you into acts that certainly don't befit the daughter of a king and queen. You can be greedy, selfish, even depraved if given the chance, and by god do your lovers ever give you the chance to act on those urges.

Robin and Steve are easy. They can slip into the castle on the smallest excuse, Steve is usually stationed on the grounds anyways, and all Robin must do is let you pull on your parent's and advisor's arms to let your favourite entertainer back into the ballroom for a show. All she's expected to do is perform, which is what she's best at--and when the other members of the court have their wine in hand and have dismissed the young princess to go entertain herself for the afternoon, you're pulling Robin into your chambers for a private showing with nobody available to come interrupt you. She's always so tender, her lovemaking slow and scattered when she can't decide where to focus, what parts of you she likes best and that need the most attention. She just loves every bit, she has to strip your layers off and take her time in showing you the kind of love you never thought possible....including when she pulls your legs apart and straddles you between them, her bare chest a sight to behold as the trobairitz sings your praises and rides your sweet clit until you're gasping for breath. She just can't get enough, can't stop herself from bending your knee back and humping her cunt into yours, so wet her skin shines and glistens with arousal as she urges you to cum every time she does. Even if she has to get down and finish you off with her tongue and her fingers, she will make it so--most times she's intentional with it, using her own sensitivity to justify spending hours with her face between your legs to make up for all those lost orgasms.

On Steve's end, it's only a bit harder, and he has to work his way up to getting his time with you. To prove himself wouldn't be enough without your parent's approval, they must see him excel in order to approve him as one of your close guardians. That last one that cluelessly abandoned you in the streets has left a space open that needs to be filled, however, and with a well-worded letter from his family to the head of the royal guard, Steve has a chance to show his responsibility and loyalty in keeping the precious princess safe. They're all so happy to see him thrive, aside from those who were gunning for that same position--but they don't know that the man keeping a close eye on the princess's safety is also the one decimating her celibacy on every night shift he has. Twice a week he's tasked with spending an overnight stay outside your room, and twice a week he's lured inside by your moans once everyone's gone to bed, and is met by the sight of the beautiful princess with her fingers playing between her legs as she hums his name. At first it stays that way, with you touching and him watching. But soon enough he can't bear it, can't bear your teasing as you beg to know what he would do if he were allowed to break your chastity--and he answers you with his fingers soaked in spit, avoiding your forbidden fruit in favour of working open that loophole he knows you have. Bedding a virgin princess as her sworn protector would be the fastest trip to the gallows imaginable--but is it really breaking your vow of chastity in a hole that can't be impregnated? Surely not, neither of you think.

Nancy's infiltration is harder, but still possible. You've got a teacher already, the best the kingdom can offer for your education, but you soon wonder if you can convince them of the need for a more creative outlet? Nancy's a poet and a prodigy, surely you could stomp your feet a bit and beg for the most popular storyteller in the city to come and teach you a bit about her craft? You feel it might work and it does with time, eventually you're ending your usual lessons with your professor packing up and leaving, while Nancy shuffles in and sets her materials down on the table in front of you. She has books and essays and journals to show you, diaries of such prolific people and stories with such rich and diverse history--and while she reads them to you with the text open in one hand, her other one fists itself in your hair as you wiggle your sweet tongue inside her cunt. She's surprisingly disciplined about her chosen area of study, enforcing homework and extra reading and even tests if she feels the need, which also means punishments and rewards for jobs done well and ill. A punishment could be a spanking, or a bit of spit in your open mouth, and a reward is usually one of your choosing--and the one you usually choose is to lick her pussy from top to bottom and inside out, while your headmistress teaches the rest of her lesson from whatever book you have lined up. You always give her a good cleaning for your own job well done, anticipating the same when she finishes early and has a bit of time to return the favour. But it's mostly a habit because of the thrill of getting caught, when you know the advisor coming to escort Nancy after the lesson will be approaching the door to the schoolroom--and what better high than to feel her viciously eating you out with her fingers plunged inside you, tongue sloshing through your wet folds before she sucks down on your clit in a desperate attempt to make you cum, while those footsteps get closer and closer down the hall outside?

Eddie is the only one who doesn't need to slither his way into your lodgings, because you come to him. It's such a dangerous route, the most likely way for you to get caught when you're sneaking out of the castle alone, but you don't care. When you get to the tavern in the middle of the night and slip in through the back door, Eddie's always got a drink and a room for you upstairs where you can be alone, with no eyes following your linked pinkies as you follow him up the steps. Eddie's different, he's filthy--he's crude and rough and crass, he spits and cusses and smiles at you with the knowledge that he's corrupting you with his presence alone. You sip that foul mead that has your head feeling dizzy and warm, and he's already fondling you before his bedroom door is closed. The chatter is loud and boisterous but muffled under the floorboards when you're laid out on his bed, and unlike Steve in particular, Eddie doesn't care about preserving your mock virginity. He fucks you, deep and raw like he's making his one time with a princess count, and he always leaves marks he knows you have to hide--including the cum he leaves spilling out of you when he's done. He's sweaty and unwashed and stinks of ale and smoke, he's grimy and slimy and licks your clean skin from your throat to your pussy, marring your tits with his teeth and wetting his lips with your slick when you grab those curls and hold on for dear life against his tongue. Hes disgusting and depraved, he's fucked plenty before and he'll fuck many more times if you ever stop seeing him, but he's yours. You have his heart, he says, and if you deign to break it he'll have to resign to suffering through the rest of life, knowing he lost the one he truly loved. Such romantic words for a lowborn cur without a drop of noble blood inside him.

It's an awful way to live, a pathetic excuse of behavior for such a high-bred woman of the royal family--that's what the court would say, and all the nobles that cycle through the castle doors to greet you, all while smiling those vile thoughts away as they dream of their sons or daughters being in your place. You may be spoiled and beautiful and rich, but you're in love, and the ones that share your love return it tenfold back to you at every chance. They're the very few you share your life with that aren't vying for your attention because of the material things you can give them, rather they want your time so they can spend it talking to you and listening to your woes, uncaring as to how huge your inheritance will be or how powerful they could get if they married into royalty. They're just lovers, through and through, and you'll do anything to make sure that those tender hearts of theirs never have to become fighters for your sake.

#fruity four #fruity four x reader #kingdom come au #steve harrington #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #eddie munson #steve harrington x reader #nancy wheeler x reader #robin buckley x reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie's angelface #spicy writing #st 4 #stranger things #ellie writes #anons

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nirikeehan · 9 months

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hiiiiiiii I'm READY for blackwall/thalia to make me feel things, how about kingdom come au-full "An open secret" from the evocative prompt list? <3

Hi Rowan!! I dithered a lot on whether what I was writing was actually answering the prompt, but I think I got there in the end. I will probably add this to the next chapter of Kingdom Come. Enjoy!

For @dadrunkwriting

WC: 1065

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He kisses her on the temple and eases her out the door. He would take the day off, but he’s expected at company headquarters; there’s always one minor crisis or another the subordinates aren’t equipped to handle. Thom urges her to explore Markham, get a feel for the place proper. In a few days he’ll have the time to show her around himself.

Thalia stands on the front stoop, belly full of the breakfast he made her, feeling untethered. The rain has evaporated, replaced by brilliant azure sky and the crisp warmth of early autumn. The cobblestones and stucco walls practically glow in the sun. Exposed, her face warms like a blush. She starts down the street, boots clicking underfoot.

She admits roaming the city for the day is a good idea. She needs to put space between them, lest his magnetism cloud her thinking. She still feels off-kilter from the rapid turn of events, wonders what exactly she agreed to in the bath this morning. Can she really stay here, as his — what’s the term? Mistress? Mortification seizes her. Paramour? Barely better. Lover?

She cringes, narrowly sidestepping a noble in grey velvet who heads toward a golden-domed, marble columned building — the magistrate court. She heard the bells ringing at breakfast, signifying the start of autumn session. Thom told her, full of pride, how close his townhouse is to the beating heart of Markham’s legislature.

The nobleman gives her a dirty look, and Thalia hides behind her hair, a thing one can do when it’s short and loose. He doesn’t recognize her, though there are plenty who might. She’s not the Inquisitor anymore, but her movements are still commented upon in the broadsheets; Leliana and Josephine both send her snippets from Orlais and Antiva when the gossip is especially salacious and outrageously wrong. They stopped when Cullen died, for which she is grateful. She has no desire to know what the rabble thought of that. Or what they’ll think, when they find out she’s sought out, for comfort, the war criminal she helped slip the noose.

No one has to know, she reminds herself. Thom’s voice, in her head, assuring her.

Markham is a city of stone and plaster, of buildings built on top of streets and streets on top of buildings. Unlike Ostwick, which stands upon the sea and teems with gardens and canals, the Markham flora is far more deliberate. She spots a tree planted here on a walkway, another there, encircled by fences and dropping their scarlet leaves in lazy intervals. The wynds twist, turn, grow narrow and widen again on a whim. Thalia recalls the street that took her to the inn; the boulevard runs into the university, which was a place Thom suggested she visit while sopping up egg yolk with a piece of bread. His other hand strayed to hers, his thumb massaging a pale knuckle. It’s got a spectacular library, he said, almost sly. He knows books hook her like a fish.

She recalls the book he was reading in bed last night, before they made love. In her haste she forgot to see what it was, and when she woke in his bed with reams of sunlight across her bare back, it had vanished. She has no idea what he might like to read. It troubles her. How can he seem so mysterious to her still, after all these years?

She crosses the street, keeps walking past the university entrance. Some things she can resist.

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Thom strolls into company headquarters — a stout fortress built into Markham’s outer walls, once a part of the city watch before it fell into disrepair and he bought the place cheap. He hears the lieutenants drilling recruits in the courtyard, the reassuring sound of shuffling feet and the clash of practice swords. This place is his pride and glory, the new life that he’s built upon the ashes of the old, and surveying it in the morning sun, he feels a swell of lightness deep in his chest.

His office stands in the corner of the second floor. He breezes through reception, greets the boy on duty, steps into the courtyard to observe those training. After offering words of encouragement, he heads down the corridor to the main stairway. Payne stands by the base of the stairs. He is a nervous young man of some thirty-five years, skinny where Thom is broad, with hair the color and texture of a weasel. When Thom found him, Payne was serving a sentence for poaching, not because he’d been caught, but because his guilt had been so great he’d turned himself in. He’s a good second in command — not too ambitious, eager to please.

Payne stares at him. “Are you all right, ser?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“It’s just— you were whistling, ser.”

He snorts. “Didn’t think I was capable?”

“Er, no, it’s not that. You just— seem in good spirits, is all.” Payne breaks into a sweat, as if accusing him of lightening the till. “More so than usual, I mean.”

Thom blinks, lets out a hearty laugh. “Think it will damage my frightful reputation?” He’s known as the man in black to the company, possessing the gravitas of someone in perpetual mourning. He claps Payne on the shoulder and ascends the stairs before his startled subordinate can respond.

He enters his office, flanked by his own amusement. He’s sitting at his desk, sorting a mountain of correspondence, when Sera breezes in. Her nose is scrunched as if she’s caught whiff of some rubbish. “All right, spew.”

“I beg your pardon.” He does not lift his eyes from the parchment in front of him. A far flung prince would like to hire the company to protect him on his pleasure barge in the Waking Sea for a month. He tosses it in the discard pile.

“Everyone’s talking about it.” Sera paces back and forth, agitated.

“About what?”

“You!” She points a disgusted finger at him. “They’re saying that you’re… happy.”

Thom sighs. “Sera. It’s a beautiful day. Our coffers are full, my men are flourishing. Why wouldn’t I be happy?”

Sera stares him in the face. She holds his gaze and refuses to blink. “You fucked her already, didn’t you?”

The facial hair can only hide so much. A mischievous smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. Sera’s eyes widen.

“Beardyyyyyy,” she wails.

#thalia trevelyan #thom rainier #sera #blackwall x trevelyan #fics #dragon age drunk writing circle #kingdom come au

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redbuddi · 3 months

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based on this post

#mlp fim #mlp #my art #kingdoms au #of course the first time i come back to this it's for a yuri shitpost #im def adjusting raritys outfit

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dandyleyen · 2 months

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Hyrule Twitter Shenanigans pt3

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Hyrule Twitter Shenanigans pt1

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<3 Art semi-inspired by tweet #5

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cookierunauprompts · 3 months

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AU Prompt #5 💓

You awaken in a strange forest of silver trees after a spell gone terribly wrong. What happened? The last thing you remember, you were with your friends. You spend some time wandering around, the silver trees providing a soft silvery glow as a light source against the perpetual night the forest seems to be trapped in. It feels like you're trapped in a maze with how the forest bends and twists at every turn. You feel like you've been going in circles, haven't you passed this bundle of weird blue glowing orbs already? Wait, those aren't orbs. They're eyes. You frantically look around for their source, realizing that there seem to be eyes in every single shadowy corner untouched by the light of the trees. A sudden cackle breaks you out of your thoughts, and the ground rumbles as something makes it's presence known behind you. " My my!" The voice from earlier crooned, yet it still echoed around you as if it were a shout. " Just what do we have here?" Almost shakily, you turn around to face the voice. Your eyes meet with two large pillars made of cookie- No, no, those are legs. You trail your gaze up and up and up and up until you can see the sinister, playful grin shining down upon you alongside two heterochromatic eyes of blue. That- That's a giant Cookie. That's a giant Cookie!

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Or, poor little reader fucks up big time on a spell and enters the world of the five Beast's Prison. Fortunately for them it wasn't too long until they were found... by Shadow Milk Cookie.

#shadow milk cookie x reader #shadow milk cookie #cookie run #cookie run au prompts #crk #cr kingdom #cookie run au #cookie run kingdom #cookie run x reader #beast yeast #i'd tag the other beasts but they don't appear so yeah #anyways all the beasts are fucking huge. don't believe me? look at the cg where Shadow Milk is coming out of the tree and come back.

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yuuzeart · 1 year

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Made for Mermay this year

Espresso got gifted a weird shiny artefact by some weird human he was studying and got a bit too lose to. Debate ensues.

#cookie run kingdom #cookie run #crk #fanart #affogato cookie #espresso cookie #latte cookie #eclair cookie #yuuzeart #mermaid #mermay 2022 #AU #hi you might've seen this on pinterest yes im the artist hi #yes there's more to come on that au eventually maybe i hope #implied espresseleine

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lokh · 7 months

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WAIT SHUROS DAD SAID HE WANTED HIM TO BRING SOMETHING BACK INTERESTING.... AND WHO IS MORE INTERESTING THAN LAIOS....

#he also cited lack of flexibility in thinking. so surely the solution is shuro realising u can like men..........#wait... wait imagine. this wasnt the point of the post but everyone imagine with me #fake dating au but not on purpose shuro Does bring back the fucking king of the risen golden kingdom #but his dad takes it as him bringing his significant other back and says he wins #and laios goes But thats not-#and shuro claps his hand over his mouth like Wait a minute.#and when he gets back everyone agrees its the dumbest thing he could have done #im torn between chilchuck laughing or screaming at him. and kabru straight up murdering him #i dont know if itll be a recreation of the laios proximity disgust meter #or he comes back to a party popper exploding in his face with the banner Congrats on your marriage!#maybe both #god it is so difficult to come up with a ship name for them #but i need to. even if im just populating the tag with my screaming #laishuro????? maybe????#they dont have a lot of overlapping letters...#ok laishuro is free and also this is the only post that comes up if u search it here. weve done it lads #laishuro #dungeon meshi #will that even show up in the tags anymore. im a fool

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clockwoodowner · 6 months

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I'm going insane

Anyway AvM/A x Ancient CRK

#avm blue #avm red #avm green #avm tsc #avm the second coming #avm yellow #animation vs minecraft #avm #alan becker #animator vs animation #ava #avm au #cookie run kingdom #AvM x Ancient CRK

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nightstar-appreciation · 6 months

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Lian and Mar'i as Rory and Paris!

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bonefall · 2 months

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For Riverstar’s Heir, do you have any idea where you want to land themeatically? Because from my reading of the possible themeatic directions, with the whole story being about this crisis of politics and succession, it feels like the character who “should” become the next leader of RiverClan narratively should be the Most ruthless/aggressive/willing to resort to dishonorable methods of dealing with rivals (reinforcing RiverClan’s entry into/building up of the early Clans’ emerging systems of battle society)

The alternative “most interesting” option I can imagine would be one that is least likely/least aggressive/some otherwise sort of underdog candidate (maybe not even technically “legal” depending on what qualifications there are for heirship?), but I’m not sure exactly what themes that would play into, other than maybe how the pursuit of power can change someone?

That said, your themeatic instincts are strong enough that I can see you having a strong idea for a “middle-of-the-pack” candidate winning out over the others just as much, so— I am genuinely curious what your thoughts are for where you Want this crisis of succession to end, narratively, even if you don’t have an exact cat picked yet.

Good ask because I'd not been clear about the theme yet, I think. What Riverstar's Heir is trying to get at, at the heart of the issue, is that this is a bloodbath caused by naiive optimism and greed.

The commandments to establish borders and prevent killing are nice, but not enough. You can't just have a society on good will, not when POWER is up for grabs in the scramble. It's about collapse, and how innocent, well-meaning people get caught up in the devastation. Not JUST the troublemakers.

Riverstar was an EXCELLENT king, beloved and wise, but if you don't prepare a proper successor, everything you worked hard to build might crumble to ruin.

Something unique is lost in this shuffle. It's no longer the River Kingdom, and the Wind Coalition also becomes WindClan at this point. For better, and for worse, they both lose a bit of what made them special. Redscar's choice at the end also solidifies the early political power of Clerics, which is eventually broken many generations later with Larkwing's Strike.

So, fragment time,

At LEAST three "heirs" end up getting killed.

So, because these ones are gonna die, I have Three Heir "Slots" that I'm committed to and just need to fill;

The Eldest, Riverstar's oldest living biological child.

The Chosen, Riverstar's adopted heir, a rather meek prince easily pressured into backing off his rightful claim. This one is likely going to be the BB! version of Mossfire.

The Firstblood, directly descended from Riverstar's FIRSTborn child. This one is likely going to be the BB! version of Jumpfoot.

I also have two tentative slots.

The Accomplished... who is a blood relative of Riverstar, but more of a "puppet" for WindCo. Someone they're intentionally propping up hoping for power.

The Diplomat, from WindClan, who is a lot like WindCo's puppet but this one is more subtle about it. Poetic. Happy to purr and remind the world of the wonderful, deep ties that had existed between King Riverstar and Thunderstar.

And, LASTLY, there's The Deputy. The most qualified choice, who served Riverstar, but was no relative.

It feels right that the Deputy is the one who is chosen in the end... hm.

Anyway

After a smaller conflict near the start of the story, either The Eldest or The Firstblood seems to be the favorite to win... but decides to wait for the morning to set out for the Moonstone and take their lives.

In this time period, without selecting a successor, this heir is assassinated.

In fact it might be VERY fun if this heir, being so much like King Riverstar himself, decided to throw a pre-emptive celebration.

Meat! Merriment! MURDER!!!

Having them go out via poison would be a fun way to send a character off.

This is going to be why the "DEPUTY BEFORE MOONHIGH" rule is established, but it's also what kicks off the bloodier parts of the plot.

Thinking about it... a cleric and/or the deputy should probably tell this heir, "Hey, buddy, you should really get going" and they're ignored.

With Eldest Heir gone, the small conflict from earlier becomes an LARGE conflict.

And, like they did back in DOTC, families start to rally together. Especially Eldest's offspring, who think they're just as entitled to the Throne as The Firstblood/Jumpfoot

King Riverstar used to encourage cats to enter the River Kingdom freely. The borders were essentially open, and everyone was allowed in, as long as they were willing to cross the river.

(maybe I'll even have him pull down the tree from Riverstar's Home intentionally, happy to accept other cats into his Kingdom. Then he defends it from Skystar, specifically, but refuses to destroy what he built.)

This had allowed River Kingdom to grow large and powerful, but it also meant everyone in River Kingdom had connections to the other Clans.

Which meant there were cats supporting OTHER bids to the Throne, like the one from WindCo and the one from ThunderClan.

Smelling a way to grab power, Duststar supports his favorite heir, and Whitestar of ThunderClan also begins to stick his nose in.

Each Heir tries to run the River Kingdom, and things start to get hostile. If there's more than just the three heirs, even more of them start to get openly attacked, chased out, killed, until there's only The Chosen and The Firstblood left.

Somewhere around here, River Kingdom is invaded. Probably by the leader of SkyClan at the time, claiming that they don't even NEED an heir to take what these cats clearly don't deserve.

And that's when the internal conflict becomes a FULL-BLOWN WAR between four Clans.

In those days, the camp was at Sunningrocks, right in the middle of the river.

ThunderClan jumps in to help its "Ally" against SkyClan, just like historical precedent, but they have NO IDEA who they're fighting against, because the whole Kingdom is divided. It's not as simple as it was in DOTC anymore.

WindCo came to support its favorite heir, but its cats don't obey Duststar's orders when it comes down to fighting their own friends and family, meaning they're functionally fighting EVERYONE and losing a TON of cats

SkyClan is getting pummeled because EVERY group is pissed at them as well as each other, getting a painful awakening that they are NOT being run by Skystar the War God anymore and they're no longer the biggest, baddest bananas in the bunch

(shadowclan is watching all of this and eating popcorn. moisturized. in their lane. unbothered.)

The climax here, between The Chosen and The Firstblood, is a battle that matches the chapter from COTC. They launch at each other, in a battle to the death.

The first Sunningrocks Battle.

They both wear "crowns" on their head, one custom made for Mossfire's short-furred head, and traditional, braided into Jumpfoot's long, lush fur.

As they claw, bite, and tumble, they plunge into the river.

Fighting and hissing, they try to pull apart to rise up for air-- and can't.

They're STUCK

The crowns became tangled in their skirmish, and neither one can work with the other to bring them both to shore, against the current.

Both heirs, the last with a proper claim to the throne, drown together in the river.

At the end of the bloodbath, the tone is very somber. The rules were meant to prevent The First Battle from ever happening again... but The Second Battle had just taken place.

The body count wasn't AS high as the First Battle, but it was still a bloody loss. Every Clan lost warriors. Even ShadowClan, who hadn't even been IN the conflict, checked its ranks to find that powerful warriors had run off to go fight with their Kin.

Now they could be buried with them, too.

And now, there was no proper heir. If any descendants were still kicking around, they were refusing to take a throne that so many cats had died for. Jumpfoot and Mossfire never emerged from the River, their bodies, and their legendary crowns, were never found.

At first I'd been considering Redscar being swapped to become a RiverClan Cleric, but now I'm thinking it actually makes sense he's still from ShadowClan. ShadowClan was the ONLY neutral group-- it's reasonable for the clans to turn and request their partiality.

So, Redscar peruses the options, having followed the situation from afar.

His choice, in the end, was The Deputy. The most experienced advisor who knew Riverstar, and probably tried to stay at his adopted daughter's side as well. The closest thing they'd had to a leader all along.

(Thought: Maybe this character will be the POV. Make it like a bit of a fake-out title, you THINK Riverstar's heir is Mossfire. But it's actually been this one all along.)

He creates his famous false sign, and from there, the five groups discussed how they could prevent this from ever happening again.

They create the Law of the Deputy, commanding that ALL Clans have a single Deputy who will inherit the Clan after the leader passes away, ending dynasties in WindCo and River Kingdom and centralizing power in the other 3.

With the massive losses that WindCo and River Kingdom experienced, they also restructure, forced to accept a lot of help from ThunderClan and ShadowClan.

The borders began to close up, leading to the sentiment that would lead to Commandment 4, the Law of Loyalty, in just one more generation.

#better bones au #BB!DOTC #Riverstar's Heir #I feel like I need to add in more 'human' moments #But it's also a very broad overview type thing #Having the Deputy be the POV will help immensely I think once I get into the details #Since she'll be thinking about how to keep the Kingdom together. How to feed people. How badly it's all crumbling #And how distracting the violence all is #But this is a broader draft of the major politics when the REAL meat of this story is in the minutia.#(Ottoman Empire ass drama in the background) ``no time for that goku. its fall. the salmon r coming.``#Unsure if this is Flowerstem or Maplewhisker....#The Eldest would make sense as Mothpelt #Again: COTC my beloved

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ladyrijus · 9 months

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Sometimes I wonder how the Age of Calamity's Hyrule is faring in terms of The Upheaval, because if you think about it... The Upheaval takes place one hundred and some years after the Calamity has been sealed, until Rauru's hand no longer has the strength and vitality to hold Ganondorf and his Gloom in place.

Our Princess Zelda and her chosen knight, Link, have long since passed. They served their purpose in turning the Calamity away, a wretched evil that was the one and only of its kind. No one ever thought to question why the Calamity came from the castle, no one ever thought to look underground. Instead, everyone dedicated their lives to the mysteries the Sheikah technology held. It was an era of sacred peace and scientific progress.

But imagine: A princess whose stubbornness rivals that of her grandmother who sealed the Calamity, who refuses to listen to the warnings her father gives her and decides to go underground alone to satiate her burning curiosity about the Gloom plaguing their people. Was she not to seek wisdom, like all the women before her? She will not stand to let either her ancestors, or her citizens, down.

It's all a blur after that, really. The murals, the hand, the stone, the man. And now she's thrown into a different world, alone, and at the mercy of two strange figures. The founders of Hyrule they tell her, and really, she should be more excited. So much to ask, so much to know! But all she can think about is going back home, because what has she done? Her father is still in that castle. The last thing she remembers is the ground crumbling under her. Hylia help her, she must go back.

We don't know what becomes of him, or the people in that castle. All we know, is that the Impa we know and love and her family are still alive to deal with this fallout of a different calamity. This time, there are no instructions on what to do, no leads. Just another myth of the past turned to fact; this one, however, speaks of seven sages, which vastly differs from the four champions Hyrule has grown to dignify.

But where could they find sages, the Sheikah elder wonders, in a world where neither princess nor hero are to be found?

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nirikeehan · 8 months

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Cullen/Thalia, Angsty Poem Prompts, "which brings us back to the hero’s shoulders and a gentleness that comes, not from the absence of violence, but despite the abundance of it."

hi i wound up doing a combo of pain for this one. Paired with @zenstrike's lovely angsty suggestion:

I learned hard into the vibes rather than something literal. This shall probably become a flashback in a future chapter of Kingdom Come.

For @dadrunkwriting

WC: 432

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The memories hurt to look at, like staring directly into the sun. Hindsight is a kaleidoscope.

Cullen’s trembling hands. The night sweats, the mutterings in his sleep. Thalia would lie awake in the dark, watching him, afraid to touch his shoulder. He seemed to be slaying demons in his dreams. Once he woke screaming, going for her throat. She fell from the bed, onto the floor of the cottage they’d built for their ever after. She can still smell the freshness of the wood as Cullen stood over her, wild eyes glazing over with the dawning realization.

The slow scrape of palm down his face. Her face pressed against his shoulder blade. They both cried. I’m sorry, he said. I could have hurt you.

But you didn’t. She repeated, over and over. You didn’t.

When it stopped, Maker forgive her, she was relieved.

She had her own terrors and rages. The hair cutting was the least of it. Everything felt nigh impossible in those early years: dressing, riding, bathing, getting out of bed. Cullen asked her to share the burden, but she couldn’t bear it. Not with the way he looked at her sometimes, the fear pooling like honey in his eyes. What if she piled too much upon him, and he broke under the weight of it?

When his hands ceased to shake and the under circles left his eyes, Thalia thought it a victory. He’s finally beaten it, she thought.

It was little things at first. Cullen and his brother began sparring with wooden swords in a pasture. Thalia sat on the fence in streaming sunlight and thought her husband’s technique was better than it had ever been. He said Branson was always a lousy swordsman — that’s why he needed the practice.

Former Templars had trickled into South Reach ever since the end of the Mage-Templar war. Cullen met a few for friendly drinks in the tavern, offered advice, suggested work they could find elsewhere. Afterward, he mentioned to her that lyrium could be procured easily in town, if one knew where to look.

She looked up sharply from her book. Do you know where to look?

It’s for the refugees, he said, wounded.

I hesitate to call templars who joined the war on principle of indiscriminately slaughtering mages “refugees.” Her tone was tart, her shoulders tense.

He retreated to his office, the mabari clicking at his heels. Her heart hurt. Suspicion made her ugly.

He kissed her once, and her tongue tingled ever so slightly. She said nothing, that time.

#cullen rutherford #thalia trevelyan #cullen x trevelyan #kingdom come au #fics #dragon age drunk writing circle

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