#knight rook a history

[stormgardenscurse]

at your service—!

Summary: Maid headcanons for May! When you’re invited into a rich family’s mansion to solve a murder mystery, who will you trust?

Warnings: mentions of death, assassins, poison and murder due to the theme.

Characters: Riddle, Deuce, Jade, Jamil, Rook, Epel, Lilia

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Riddle

The maid who you thought hated your guts at first, but it’s only because of how strict he is with both you and everyone else! You’re in the manor of the Queen of Hearts’ descendants after all, so Riddle will not allow you to fumble!

Honestly speaking, you felt like you could be scolded at any moment around Riddle. He teaches you dining etiquette, how to address certain people, how to dance…

...And saves your life, after your investigation ends up with you being chased by a masked assassin. Riddle surprises you with his abilities in horse riding and after a dramatic escape (stealing a horse from a previously wrecked carriage) addresses you informally for the first time (without realising it himself.)

After that, you start to take walks with Riddle in the rose gardens and listen to his explanations of the manor's history. It helps a lot in understanding background politics, and the sound of his voice is actually really soothing.

Could you say that you’re friends? You certainly trust him now, but can you be sure his would loyalties will lie with you and not his superior, if your investigation starts to point fingers in an unexpected direction?

Deuce

Deuce is well-meaning, but you’re warned by the other maids that he has a track record with delinquency. Cleaned up by the head butler when he entered the Rose Manor to work, but rumors are hard bugs to squash. 

And when you spot him speaking to some well-known thugs in town, well… You’re stuck between a rock and a hard place. Deuce has only been welcoming and earnest with you, and now you’re wondering if he might have some ties to murderer.

Some kind of friend you are, huh? But at the end of the day, you’re an outsider who’s been hired precisely because your employer doesn’t know who they could trust. 

Your apprehensions have no time to take shape however, because one morning you notice that Deuce is wearing makeup to hide bruises on his knuckles and arms, and you’re overcome by the instinct to help him treat his injuries before suspecting him of anything else.

There’s no way he would hurt someone on purpose, right?

Jade

Prim and proper, Jade is someone who’s often by your side when you’re in need of assistance (as instructed by your employer), yet remains as one of the only people you cannot get a read on.

Just what is he thinking whenever he watches you scribble in your notebook, crossing out theories and names? Does he have something to add? Or might he actually be in cahoots with the murderer, keeping you away from the truth with his convenient position by your side?

As it seems with most things, it takes a serious incident to make the both of you open up. Jade rescues you from a poisoning attempt, but you don’t wake up in your usual room. Instead you’re in one of the empty studies, so that nosy witnesses during the dinner party can’t disturb your rest.

You don’t make sense, Jade tells you. But based on the way he’s calmly giving you another dose of medicine, he finds it fun rather than stressful. You’re glad. And now you know a tiny bit more about him.

He starts off the conversation by telling you he has a twin that works in a neighboring manor. But despite all the trouble Floyd gets into, Jade hasn’t felt as hopeless about a person than when you fainted last night.

Even with how weak you are in comparison to knights or trained assassins, you still fling yourself into mystery with a headstrong manner that makes his mouth quirk up in a smile.

Jamil

Shortly after that, you allow yourself to rely on Jamil for the investigation. He’s quite willing to help, and you can tell Jamil enjoys having something to puzzle out, demonstrating his own strengths and resourcefulness.

Early on, you realize Jamil is one of the only normal people here. In this noble household with its foreign etiquette and social expectations, you’re relieved that Jamil doesn’t expect such things from you, and even offers a space for something familiar to exist.

He brings you lunch once during your investigation of the gardens. And instead of sitting somewhere too exposed, Jamil leads you to a hidden corner with pleasant shading and a safe enclosure of hedges. It’s nice, and you speak casually to one-another. You discuss the town and best shops for food. You feel human again, rather than just ‘the detective’.

…But the more you notice these traits, the more aware you become that Jamil could easily be related to the murderer. The spark of someone forced to lie low in the shadows despite their brilliance can lead to drastic incidents.

But still, you want to believe in the Jamil who brought you out for a picnic because he noticed you’ve been feeling suffocated. You want to believe this friendship isn't a hoax.

Rook

Despite how you were intimidated by his extrovertedness at first, Rook has proven to be a genuinely friendly person and willing to help during your stay here. Which is more than you can say for the rest of the manor—which was nice and respectful, but see your job as a taboo. A ‘what if we get involved and become the next targets,’ type of thing.

You can’t blame them, but it makes you naturally get closer to Rook over the course of your job. You realize one day that despite how much you’ve told him, you barely know anything about Rook.

He’s quite mysterious, as one who sweeps the floors while whistling a tune, always with a smile on his lips as he tells you about how beautiful the building and gardens are. His physique is a bit too toned for someone who only does housework. You suspect he has some other role in the manor too, and wonder if it might be related to the mystery's culprit.

It doesn’t help that Rook seems very knowledgeable about hunting. He helps you figure out where the victim must’ve run and how long it took for the murderer to catch up with them. And sometimes, when you’re caught up in your thoughts and theorizing, Rook surprises you with his soundless steps.

Epel 

Epel has always done his best to assist you, despite how he’s only worked here for a year compared to the other maids. He seems to be trustworthy and willing to help, on top of proving he’s reliable.

You find out that before you came along, there were already groups of maids and other staff who tried to piece together the mystery themselves. But in doing so, created distrust between them and rivalries of suspicion. He thinks that the culprit is definitely a staff member, but can’t be sure of who.

You don’t think he’s directly related to the murderer, but there are times when Epel’s mouth purses during a conversation you’re having with another noble, and you feel like he isn’t telling you everything he knows. Maybe out of privacy or because it’s personal—but when both of you seem to be the targets of an attack, you can’t ignore it any longer and are forced to interrogate Epel.

Now that he’s been helping you with investigations however, there’s definitely a target of sorts on Epel’s back. A few of the maids are unhappy that he might be spreading false ideas to you in favor of one theory or another. And he’s too prideful to shrink under their demands, so they haven’t been on talking terms for a while.

You can only hope that he isn’t indeed a poisoned apple placed before you, unknowingly used by the murderer themself.

Lilia

Very knowledgeable about the hidden rooms around the manor, you can’t help but be a little wary about the clever glint in Lilia’s eyes. He’s explicitly been assigned to keep an eye on you for the sake of the manor’s secrets, and you can tell he isn’t trained to be a maid, despite how it's the pretense he’s using to stick to your side 24/7. 

You sometimes get distracted by the mystery of who Lilia himself might be. He speaks about knights familiarly, yet none of the ones at the manor seem to recognise him when you both pass by. He’s not very good at chores or cooking (to the point where you took over at some points out of concern for the upholstery and kitchen), so how is he still blending in with the other maids?!

Lilia’s saved your life twice now, and you slowly learn that he has weapons hidden beneath his maid dress. Also that he can scale rooftops and the town in less than a minute, but you don’t want to ponder on his scary amount of agility just yet.

Thankfully however, it seems that Lilia is only hired here on a contractual basis. His true, deep rooted loyalties aren’t close to this manor. Which means when the both of you find some very incriminating evidence, Lilia helps keep it a secret from your employer. The both of you are shouldering the weight of the mystery now, but Lilia promises he’ll keep you safe.

You hope there never comes a time where you have to worry about his safety, or that he’d stick his neck out for you more than he needs to.

#riddle rosehearts x reader #deuce spade x reader #jade leech x reader #jamil viper x reader #rook hunt x reader #epel felmier x reader #lilia vanrouge x reader #twst x reader #twst x you #twst reader insert #twst headcanons #twst imagines #twisted wonderland #storm writings

[italoniponic]

Bat-Hunter | Rook Hunt & Lilia Vanrouge

Synopsis: In which Rook and Lilia found themselves at the start of a legendary battle for the Prefect of Ramshackle's heart. The world of love triangles is awfully quiet after this exchange. Dedicated to @pandoa. You wish and you shall receive <3

Lilia Vanrouge, Rook Hunt x gender neutral reader / small scenario / fluff but mostly crack / reference to a specific Phillipines dish / 1525 words / use of “you” pronouns / Masterlist

Bat-Hunter: The Magnificent Showdown!

Few people throughout history — between humans and faes — could say that they had the audacity to directly antagonize the Great General Vanrouge in any sort of battle. And getting out of this sort of risk alive was a bit of luck granted to very few people, almost to none.

“But a coward hunter is not worthy to receive the title, nor to wear a hat.”

That was the Hunt family motto that Rook was so proud to carry in his heart. Such was his respect for his family tradition that this phrase was embroidered on the inside of all his hats so as to never forget his origins.

Well, maybe I’m starting a little too fast and you’re still worrying — from the comfort of Ramshackle’s upstairs window — what the hell the two guys you liked were doing on the ground floor balcony, dressed like that.

Despite everything, you suddenly shrugged to yourself and headed to the kitchen where a more urgent task needed to be fulfilled. When everything was ready, hopefully you could invite the guys in. That is, if you found one or the other intact in the end.

Because that was the feeling that their exchange of glances passed.

Lilia was dressed in his Light Music club “uniform,” as punk rock as your father had been in the eighties when he was young and phones were wired. He held his guitar close to him, as if it were the weapon of his days in the Army of Thorns. He was “total rad” — as the youngsters would say.

His friendly smile only masked the irritation of finding Rook in that place, decked out from head to toe. Usually, his presence was easy to ignore and his curiosity could be quite amusing from time to time.

But he knew the real situation they were in: they were equals in rivalry for the heart of Ramshackle’s Prefect.

Knights in a duel for love!

Rook, in his own instance, wore a pair of belted trousers and a loose white blouse — located in the common vocabulary as a “pirate blouse” — with the strange addition of a large pink coat over his shoulders, sewn by hand and with some patterns of blue rhombuses. With his hat in hand, he looked like a book character.

His expression was equally gentle but it carried a certain pang of defiance, like a hunter who meets another while hunting.

“You look very beauté this afternoon, Monsieur Curiosité!,” Rook praised.

“How did you actually say that time? That my beauty is ‘mysterious’?,” Lilia chuckled, squinting his eyes.

“Oui, oui! But do not fret, Monsieur, today my attention is on someone else.”

“Another one? You can’t get enough of it, can you, Hunt?”

“Oh, for Heaven’s sake, yes. I’m tired. Tired because I’m wandering for days and nights thinking about the smile of that kind person and how I would like to cheer them up in these times of crisis!”

Crisis? Lilia didn’t quite understand. You seemed to be doing very well during all the times you met. Had he let any detail slip through the cracks?

“What kind of crisis? That is,” he bit his tongue, embarrassed that he had to ask for help from his literal rival. “If I may intrude.”

“Oh, don’t worry about it. These are ear crisis! Dear Trickster has been hearing a lot of guitars being scratched lately,” the young huntsman replied, boldly.

Lilia barely broke his guitar cable — or the entire instrument at once in Rook’s head.

It was a mere provocation, no big deal. And Pomefiore’s vice, the way he was, probably appreciated each style of music in its own artistic way. But they were dealing with a battle of epic proportions and every blow counted.

Even if he were to call Lilia’s love-hard-heavy-metal demo “instrument-scratching”. But it was worth it and it showed in the way Rook’s eyes squinted in amusement.

Dealing with Diasomnia’s vice has always been an adventure in itself. That was the best part about being Lilia’s romantic rival.

Regardless of the ending, moments like this would always have a special place in Rook’s heart and he would remember it all with emotion when he went to tell your children — “the Hunt Jrs.” — the trajectory of your love.

“Why are you crying?,” suddenly Lilia inquired, confused.

“You will not be forgotten, Monsieur Curiosité! Forever and ever!,” Rook declared, wiping a tear with the sleeve of his coat. “Your memory will be carried forever in our family!”

At this the fae pulled the hunter by the collar of his shirt, staring directly into his green eyes. It was not necessary to float to come face to face with Rook, Lilia had enough dignity to impose himself the way he wanted.

And, let’s face it, making the boy — a “child” in his eyes — literally reach his level was more convenient too.

“Your particular persona has not yet turned gray to be Malleus’ breakfast because I dare, to the best of my mental faculties, find your audacity mildly amusing,” Lilia said with a grim smile cutting across his face.

“I thank you, monsieur. And I, if I may say so, find the bloody-pink in your eyes extremely beautiful,” Rook retorted, torn between fascination and a certain fear instinct that only made him feel more confident in his goals.

“Who do you think you are, hunter?”

“And who do you think I am, bat?”

That said, the two of them started laughing. Maniacally. They walked away but kept laughing, releasing all the anger and tension that could be felt in the form of simple fun between two colleagues.

Oh, they wanted to duel until death ripped them from each others hands.

Fortunately, you opened the door in time to prevent a bloodbath in your yard — after all, it would be difficult to clean it up.

“Hey, boys!,” you greeted, happy. “Wanna come in? I made pancit canton!”

Then you showed them a plate of fresh noodles, straight out of the pan, in a colorful combination of sliced pork, sausage and shrimp along with chopped carrots, cabbage, peas, onions and garlic. It smelled wonderfully good and matched your good mood. No wonder, it was your favorite food from the Philippines.

The sun was setting and it was close to dinner time. In fact, you were so excited about the process of cooking everything — from blanching vegetables to cutting meats — that the serving size tripled. Maybe being busy tidying the house didn’t help your distraction.

But with Lilia and Rook there — and Grim would be happy with extra food — you felt that little slip was worth doing it.

The smile that opened on your face descended on them like a ray of light in the midst of darkness, poetic as a fairy tale.

The animosity in the air was still palpable, however you were simply happy to have the company of your two crushes at the same time and there are times you need to take advantage of some situations.

“Prefect! I composed a song and I would like you to hear it,” Lilia stepped forward, putting the guitar in position and pulling a bombastic sound from the strings.

Your eyes widened and you couldn’t stop an admiring smile from appearing. Outside that your heart was racing just like the Light Music club speakers after a performance by Lilia. He was so cool!

“And I brought the best collection of poems on my bookshelf to recite, sweet Trickster!,” Rook didn’t lag behind and with one movement of his arm, the coat danced beautifully under his shoulders.

Another shot to the heart! As if that were not enough, the shades of the afternoon horizon harmonized perfectly with Rook’s clothes and made him an otherworldly vision, having escaped from a bedside book just to meet with you.

“You two are going to drive me crazy like this…,” you grumbled to yourself. But you did your best to stay intact.

“I just want you to bear with me 'cause I am only one,” you said. “Let’s have dinner first, okay?”

“All for you, sweet Trickster!,” Rook declared, taking your free hand and kissing it.

“A-ah! Okay?”

“What matters is your wish, Prefect,” Lilia skillfully took the plate of pancit from your other hand and also kissed it.

“B-but your guitar...!” He literally had put the instrument between his legs.

“There’s no time for questioning, magnefique apple of my eyes. Forward, my brave rival!”

“Said and done, hunter!”

You were still confused when they managed to find a way to literally drag you into the house, each holding your arms as if your weight was negligible and the situation completely normal.

It was obvious how Rook and Lilia, even if in different ways, could make you go “head over heels.” 

Well, you avoided reaching that angle when they deposited you on the couch and sat each by your sides. At least the animosity was gone and Lilia’s guitar was more securely propped up on the coffee table.

“Dinner, mes ami?,” Rook suggested. “Then a lyrical duel to the death?”

“A what...?”

“That’s fine for me,” Lilia accepted.

And so they lived happily ever after. At least until after dinner.

🦇🆚️🏹

Special Notes: It’s funny or maybe not how I can get drowned in my own work and never make any progress in months but the moment the inspiration for something strikes me as a lighting, suddenly I can pull off an entire 1525 thing in two nights straight. It’s quite simple and it goes more into comedy territory but it’s a homage for your underrated comedy skills, Pando! I still tried my best to make sure both Rook and Lilia could have their times to shine. I based most of the exchange in Lilia’s R Sports Card personal story with Rook (and just got off from that feeling). Have to say, I love a good unilateral passive-aggressive convo and they delivered <3

Now… any similarities of scenes from certain movies are completely my fault. I’m currently having a Die Hard and Kung Fu Panda brainrot, which is weird but it happened.

#twisted wonderland #lilia vanrouge #lilia vanrouge x reader #rook hunt #rook hunt x reader #a little gift for a friend #cherry's writing #twst x reader #twst scenarios #twst crack #love triangle but a tiny bit unhinged #cherry's mumbling about twst

[safely-in-vhagars-belly]

A little wicked (Dark! Aemond x reader/rhaenyras daughter) really dark aemond. 18+ MDNI

Aemond x reader x Aegon

Tags: Showsetting, au MAJOR SEASON 2 SPOILERS

🔷Summary: After your husband dies, his brother claims his throne and also you.

🔷Author's note: Dark. I don't throw that label around lightly. you know the drill, dead dove? do not eat.

🔷Wordcount :4939

🔷Warnings: Smut, p in v, mention of loss of virginty, dubcon loss, death, misgony, misogny- aemond hates rhaerhae. Dark aemond, gore, blood.

You await your husband’s arrival, back from the battlefield. Today is the Battle of Rook’s rest. A battle that would go down in the History books of Westeros, Essos, all realms that ever were or will be. Unaware to you, of course. You are miles away from the battlefield, preparing for the return of your beloved husband, King Aegon II Targaryen.

You have prayed, for the first time in years, actually. Your mother didn’t believe much in prayer, more in action. You think her relationship with Alicent Hightower forever caused a deep religious wound. Religion is something that reminds your mother too much of her lost friend. So therefore, it wasn’t important in your upbringing. 

Soon, you’ll be crowned Queen of the Seven Kingdoms and finally take your rightful place beside Aegon. You have the foolish hope that you, as Rhaenyra's daughter, maybe can mend the wound. Maybe your mother can be swayed to bend the knee, to give up her claim to the throne. If only it was that simple.

You await news. Any news. At first you are positive that Aegon has made it back unaltered. He has to. He is the king, the fierce warrior you know and while he is nowhere as good as Aemond, he has more experience than those Rook Rest soldiers. It has to be enough. He has to be enough.

However, as minutes turn into hours, and the sun and the moon dance and circle one another in the sky, you become immensely worried about the fate of your loved one. You are thankful for when the doors of the throne room are pushed open and Prince Aemond enters, at long last.

Recently, the young Prince switched from dark black leather to green dark leather, to fully show his support for his family. You remind yourself you are a hostage to these people, stolen. The corners of the prince’s lips lift mere inches, as if smiling. Yet he quickly brushes that away, as if he cannot be seen that way.

Cole follows, his face sorrowful and full of pain. The sort of pain you see on a father’s face when he loses a son. You feel your smile die as the world seems to slow down, to fade, and to darken instantly. Cole steps forward. 

Aemond walks to you. Your feet rush, but your legs are frozen, causing you to stumble and to almost fall flat on your face. Aemond pretends to walk to you, but instead walks past you, to the big Iron throne that looms over you as a dark curse. 

You watch in silence as he sits down, confirming your worst fears. You hear yourself gulp, as tears stream down your face. Your Aegon is no longer alive. King Aemond now sits the throne, and he sits it as if it took him too long to begin with. He smiles down at you, mocking and almost patronizing. Cole speaks, as first. ‘’All hail his grace, King Aemond of house Targaryen, first of his name, king of the Andels, and the first men, Lord of the seven kingdoms, and protector of the realm!’’ The words hit you like blows.

Aemond lifts his chin as all soldiers around you and all knights, servants, everyone with working legs falls down to their knees, respecting and vowing loyalty to their new monarch. Everyone but you, that is. Aemond waits quite a while before he tells everyone to raise again. Likely enjoying everyone on their knees for him, and him alone. As a cat toying with a mouse. 

After that the servants are rounded up, to be informed of the King’s fate. ‘’My dear people. It is with great sadness and immense pride, that I announce the death of my brother, King Aegon II. He shall be known to history as King Aegon the Brave, for he slew the traitor Princess Rhaenys. Had it not been for her treasonous acts on battlefield, our king would be alive today.’’ He waits a moment as gasps and relieved words cross the hall. ‘’It is with great pride that I shall now serve you as King, until my younger nephew, Prince Maelor comes of age. You may all now either bend the knee, or remain standing.’’ He gestures to the guards, and on his sign, they all draw their swords.  A clear choice.

You watch as the one after the other servant drops to their knees, swearing loyalty to the newly crowned King. After that is done they are all dismissed. ‘’Y/n. Please stay here.’’ The use of just your name makes your hair stand up. It is intimate, almost familiar.

You freeze.

Aemond finally rises from the throne, a smile on his lips. You wait and remain where you are. He does not beckon you closer, so you remain there. He walks closer to you until he is in front of you. He looks at your gown, taking in the details of the bodice. ‘’My condolences on the loss of your husband.’’ He whispers, gently. 

You blink back tears. ‘’Can I go home now? We must write to my mother that the war is over. She can come collect her throne.’’ You look over to the ugly iron thing. Aemond chuckles, adoring your naivety and your good righteous heart.

He even reaches out to touch your face, gently caressing it and wiping away a few tears with his thumb. He brings his thumb to his mouth, sucking on it, tasting your tears. You watch, speechless. He grins. ‘’My gentle hearted sweet girl.’’ It sounds like a compliment and also an insult. ‘’I have no intention to stop the war. Your mother will sit on that throne when your brother Lucerys finds his head again. You will leave her in a coffin or when I am dead.’’ You scoff, insulted and step away, ready to leave.

He grabs you firmly by your arms, dragging you closer. You are pinned against his front, where you can still see blood on his shirt. His smirk only grows as you lower your head, avoiding his eye. He lifts your chin, forcing you to look up to him as you silently cry. ‘’I haven’t lost, you see. I have the crown, the throne, and you.’’ He does the unspeakable and leans in for a kiss, leaving a soft peck on your lips. He moans softly against your lips. ‘’My darling, my sweet precious thing.’’ He murmurs. 

You give him a weak push against his chest, barely moving him. But it gets the message across. Aegon is not even cold yet. “I’m your brother’s widow!’’ You yell in righteous fury.

He laughs at that, capturing you easily with your hands again, and you hate yourself that you like how warm and fast his hands act. ‘’That means nothing in our family. You are my captive, Lady Strong. Remember? From the moment I first captured you at Storm’s end, until your very last. You are meant to be mine, so you will be.’’ He promises you. He is calm and collected about it as if is stating a fact.

He reminds you of the day when this all started. You don’t want to think back of that day. You tell yourself it is because of Luc, who Aemond fed to his dragon. But it is because of Aegon. You miss Luc, of course, but that wound had time to heal. Aegon’s loss is so sudden and just as painful, but fresh. ‘’I am not yours, you monster!’’ You raise your hand, striking Aemond on his scarred cheek.

He finally acts, grabbing your hands tighter and dragging you close until your noses touch. He is trembling with fury and his one eye is full of hatred, lust, obsession and cold blooded plans. ‘’Striking your king, is a act of treason.’’ He chuckles. ‘’I am allowed to punish you. I could take your hand for this, little lady strong.’’ You huff.

You roll your eyes even. Aemond hates the silent treatment more than any insult you could have hurled at him. Instead of making it clear what he intends, he scoops you up and throws you over his shoulder, marching you back to the empty throne.  You kick and slap his back, trying to break free of his iron grip. He places you in the hands of a nearby guard, who all have been silent on this treatment of their rightful princess. Aemond sits on the iron throne and what he does next shocks you.

He grabs you by your hips, bending you over both his knees, as if you don’t weigh anything. He pets your hair lovingly and even gives your shaking body a kiss. ‘’I do this because I love you. You are in luck. You will always be able to defy me.’’ He whispers. ‘’All men who do so will meet horrible ends that Maesters will write about for centuries, but you, my special girl, you will be able to defy, rebel and upset me.’’ He whispers. ‘’Because I enjoy punishing you. And I bet you enjoy being punished.’’ You feel his hands on your butt, as he starts finding the beginning of your gown. You hear the sound of fabric ripping, and panic, bolting on his lap. He simply holds you down tighter, smirking as you begin to whimper. He calmly hums and with one brutal movement, rips your skirts. You remain on his lap, vulnerable and in your small clothes. Aemond sits up straighter, as if he wants to fully take in this view. Embarrassed, you lower your head in his lap, allowing him to caress your hair once more. ‘’Such a beautiful girl. You were wasted on my brother.’’ He speaks. ‘’You belong with me. You always have.’’ He then turns to his guards. ‘’Leave me and the Princess. She will pledge her loyalty to me in a private event.’’ You whimper as you hear iron footsteps leave the room. 

When he is alone with you, he pulls your small clothes down fully, yanking them until your ankles, exposing you for all you are. It seems to awaken a certain hunger or desire in him, and he rips your corset and sleeves next. He fully admires your naked body, panting as he looks at you. He seems to calm down and finally he does what he promised. He hits you on your ass, spanking it harshly. You hiss in pain, in disbelief that he is subjecting you to this. ‘’Aemond, stop this.’’ You beg.

‘’You have no right.’’

He scoffs. ‘’I have every right. I am the King now. You were naughty, today. I don’t like naughty girls. Well, not as much as I like a good girl.’’ He says, talking to you as if you are a stupid little girl. Fresh tears fall. ‘’I like naughty good girls, who know what they want. But you aren’t there yet. You aren’t broken enough yet.’’ He says, joyfully as he spanks you. You give soft whimpers.

The spankings only become harsh when you remain silent, so you fake moans and whimpers to please Aemond’s dark desires. He sometimes groans too, as he sees how much damage your body is taking thanks to him, and how you take it.

“Aegon told me something before he died. He told me he never consummated the marriage. Is that true?” You wonder why Aegon told him that. 

But it is the truth. You nod. “He knew when we first were forced to lay together I didn't want it.” 

Aemond only chuckles to that comment, dealing another hurtful smack, almost as if to punish you for still loving his brother. “He raped plenty of women. I suppose you weren't special enough to make the effort.”

“Aegon loved me.” You argue, and you regret it the moment you’ve said it. Because Aemond slaps so hard that your flesh burns.

He groans now not of arousal but of pure hatred. “He didn't.”

“There's one man for you in this entire world.” You huff at his words. 

You are grabbed by the throat, lifted from his lap and forced to stand as he chokes you. You are choked, tears stinging your eyes as he looks at you with the crown slightly slipping from his hairs and his one eye bigger than usual, focused on you, the object of his obsession. You fight for control but lose the fight. “It is me.” He reveals.

“No,’ You croak out weakly. “I can't. You killed my brother-”

He sighs, almost enjoying the view. His cold fingers finger one of your nipples, enjoying the reaction your body gives by hardening for him. He chuckles.  “Such a beauty. Now. Defy me again.” You shake your head. He sighs, putting you over his knee again. You whimper against the cruel treatment, feeling the spot he struck. Aemond smirks, challenging you to speak out again. “I ought to keep you around like this. Just as the gods intended you to be. Pure, naked, unspoiled…” He feels the skin he struck. And you feel yourself clench your cunt, ignoring the waterfall he caused down there with all cost. It is true, Aemond is a handsome man. But this is wrong, isn’t it?

“May I please dress?” You ask, wiggling on his lap, enjoying when his thigh briefly rubs your cunt. That hits the spot.

The King laughs. “Such an obedient girl for asking me first.”

“The answer is no, however. You struck me, remember? That is treason.” You are embarrassed to speak. He laughs at that, rubbing your legs, drawing circles and kissing your skin. You ignore the butterflies. You can’t.

‘’Stand.’’ He barks suddenly. You obey, standing on your shaking legs, exposing yourself now fully to him. He leans back in the throne, grinning brightly as he takes in your body, toe to head. ‘’You can defy me as many times as you like. I will gladly put you on my lap and spank you.’’ He whispers. ‘’But if you say something regarding the whore that mothered you, I’m afraid we must do a different type of punishment. Am I clear?’’ You nod, hating how frightened you are.

He softens his face. He beckons you closer. You come closer until you stand in front of throne, your cunt barely touching the iron. ‘’I wish to feel your wares. I must see myself, If you and Aegon kept your word.’’ Without a warning, his fingers sink inside your wetness, inspecting you as you stand on your legs, almost falling over.

‘’Please, make me sit.’’ You beg.

He grins, forcing his finger to go deeper, penetrating you at the right speed. “No, you'll stand, tall and proud. I bet this is just what a dirty bastard like yourself likes. ‘’ It takes a while but sadly, he discovers what is happening. ‘’Oh, just as I suspected. A wet, warm and wonderful little place for my seed to crawl inside of.” You wail at those words, aroused as he fucks slowly, taunting you with his fingers.

“Stop talking as if we are going to -”  Your talking is interrupted by a smack on your cunt by his free haunt, causing you to cry out in pain and anticipation.

He glares at you, shaking you as if you aren’t awake yet.

“As if? You think I'd kept you as a pretty cup bearer or something? I plan to make good use of you. Every hole is stuffed, until you can't even crawl forward.” He promises. 

“What if I will have a child?” you whisper. ‘’That would complicate your status.’’ 

He sees that differently, mad with lust and obsession.

“That is part of the fantasy. Breeding you makes me happy. Seeing your belly swell makes me happy. You know why?” He asks, softly patting your belly. You shake your head.

“No.”

He leans in, gesturing vaguely down to his legs.

“It proves my seed is strong, powerful and well. It proves I have the power to make you, a stunning powerful princess to a good for nothing whore, carrying a bastard inside of her womb.” You sniffle, hurt and insulted.  “Judging your wet and warm cunt, you have been thinking about me too. Why don't you admit that you want this?”

“Because I loved him. I loved Aegon. That means something to me.” 

Aemond growls. “Shame he didn't love you. You know it deep down. He didn't mention you at all when he died-” You push him off you, taking off to the doors, not caring he ripped your gown or your poking breasts begging for touch.

“Where do you think you'll be going?”  He demands, his voice booming.

You raise your head as much as a princess and dignity as you can. “To my quarters until you decide to trade me for peace.”

“Peace?” He laughs. Then that laugh dies. “Peace!’ It scares you how quickly it became an almost command. “You have exactly 3 seconds to get over here and to kneel at my feet and to beg me for forgiveness-” You don’t let him finish and take off running. But he is faster. 

He simply drags you back by your hair, giving your behind hurtful smacks as he drags you to the throne. ‘’Ungrateful bastard. I can make you my queen.’’ He growls. ‘’Why won’t you accept that you want this? Look how wet you are for me.’’ He thinks as you remain at his feet, sitting there as a dog. ‘’I know something. We must train you, to ensure you are a proper pet.’’ He grins. One of the servants is allowed in, to bring Aemond a piece of rope.

You are worried he is going to tie your hands. But his plans are far worse. He ties the end around your neck, and holds it, as a leash. “Such a stubborn girl.” He chuckles. ‘’Now if you try to run, you’ll feel it.’’

“Please untie my neck.” You whisper, softly.

“Why? You can't behave, clearly. I must make the rules clear somehow.”

He has gone insane.

“Untie my neck, I'm worried I'll choke.” 

“You know, when the right person is doing it, choking, taking control of another person's breath, nay, life, can feel…amazing.”

In response you spit at him.

“Spitting at me, you are a vile dirty minded thing, are you not? I bet you just ache for someone to pin you down against the floor and to have his wicked way with you. Don't you, bastard?” He growls, handling you.

“I want Aegon…” You whisper, half a beg and half a prayer.

He almost slams your head against the throne in pure rage. You can tell he is close to losing it. “Why? Why do you want that disgusting raper. You have me. You have all you will ever need.” He says. Then he sniffs your breasts, his long nose and hair disappearing between your breasts.  “Fuck, you smell so good. So inviting. I can smell that needy cunny of yours.”

He stands up, keeping the leash in his dominate hand. ‘’I bet if I took my cock out you’d be fucking it before I could even ask you to.’’ He grins. ‘’You are your mother’s daughter after all.’’ To prove his point he lowers his trousers, revealing his manhood to you.

You are caught off guard. You never saw one before and it looks so strange yet familiar. “Look down.” He pushes your head down so you can properly. 

It is red and swollen and evil in all ways. You try to glance at Aemond but your eyes are almost glued to his manhood. He snickers amused at your virginal response. “You'd like to feel this down your legs, little bastard?” He asks, and you are shocked when his fingers find your entrance once more, and now your soaked little cunt can’t even handle this. You moan, crying of shame and desire.

Aemond grins, taking it as a sign of encouragement. 

“Get on your knees.” you obey, eying his cock. You wonder if it’ll hurt. But part of you wants to just feel good and happy for a moment.  “On all fours.” He adds, groaning in frustration.

“What is expected of me?” You whisper soft as you kneel for him in the throne room. Aemond finally leaves his throne, so he may join you.

Silence. “I can't…I'm a princess. My virtue is everything to me-”

He laughs. “I can't wait to fuck you, so you for once and for all will shut up about your prestige and your privileges. You will learn, my sweet that I decide what your worth is now. Now, I am going to ask.”

You shake as his fingers brutally Bury themselves in your untouched tight cunt. “Do you want me to be the bad man today, little Maella? Do you wish to get your cunny raided by me, here, in the throne room, on your knees, as a little dirty harlot?’ You fall to your knees, crying out as the penetrating reaches a hight, as does your pleasure. You touched yourself but never like this. Not like he does. And his dirty naughty talk..

“Do you want to feel my cock take root and to feel me penetrate away at your innocent soft rings as they wrap and tighten around my cock as I take you on the stones, your knees bloody and your vision blurry as I bring you close?’

“Do you want that?”

You begin to doubt and he knows it. So he softens his voice, for show. “It can feel so good, Maella. You know I've won. You know it. You are already naked. You are already kneeling. All I need to do is put my cock……” He parts your legs. He rubs your needy cunt causing friction as you frustrated cry out. “here…’’

You nod pleasure winning. ‘Yes.’’ You say, consenting at last. He does not need long. He drags his finger nails in your hips, bringing you closer to his front. He sits on both his knees, as he slams inside of you, fucking you with a brutal war cry. You gasp as the cock pierces through your maidenhood, ruining you for any other man. Aemond groans in delight at your gasps, fucking you harder for every bit of sound you make.

“Oh, you're deep…” you mutter, a bit foolish.

He chuckles. “You'll handle me just fine. Any woman is a bit as a frightened stag, wishing to bolt off when a man climbs her. It is his task to smooth her back into submission so the ride may be…pleasant.” You wonder if he enjoys it the way you do. But when you hear his grunts and moans you know he does.

“Just as much of a slut as your mother.” He whispers and quickly gives you a kiss to avoid your anger. “Taking it all so well. You're a natural love.”

The fucking reaches a height your innocent body cannot handle, as Aemond comes closer to, and the fucking becomes violent, with him choking you as well now. “Meant and made to be on your knees, cock deep inside of your cunt and getting fucked until you can't crawl out of your bed tomorrow.” You gasp, your cries and soft moans filling the throne room, high on pleasure. “Agree.” He hisses, suddenly. For someone who claims not the care about others, he sure seeks a lot of approval.

You know you must obey. You know it deep down. So you swallow your pride. “Y-yes Aemond.” You say, obediently.

He spits at that idea. “You will call me King Aemond or your Grace.’’ He smacks your ass, sinking a finger deep there too. You buck your hips to him, eager for more.

You need to feel good, more than anything, you need to feel alive. ‘’Aemond, your grace, please..”

That pleases him greatly. “So fast, little girl? This is just the tip of the mountain, dear. There is so much more for you left.” He promises, planting dark desires in your head.

“There is?”

He nods. “Hmm,” He smacks your butt in a playful manner.  “This is fun, but this is not the way a baby is made. I must stuff you properly for that. And there's your face…” You turn to face him, cock slightly sliding out of you in the process.

“What of it?” You ask, worried there is something stuck between your teeth.

You aren’t prepared for the answer. “It looks so clean. A nice, white and shimmering substance would look amazing on it. Something like my cum?”

“O, I don't know…” you stutter, foolishly.

You do know. But you won’t tell him that. “That is the beauty of your new life. You no longer need to know. I do. I'd love to see your cunt, breasts, belly, cheeks, chin, butt and hole covered in my cum.” He confesses. It is taking so long.

So you buck your hips to his front, hoping he mounts you soon once more. Aemond merely watches, grinning. “Taking me now, aren't we?”

“I do what you want. Just…give me…” You are at the breaking point. You are close. 

Aemond slams inside of you, fucking you up and down the tiles as you scream it out in pleasure and he hisses, likely near too. “This?”

You roar in approval as pleasure explodes and you cry out in a soft voice. Aemond can be heard chuckling. “That's it, beauty. You keep being good, and I'll give you that and more.”

“Please, my King…” you whimper. “I can't…I can't handle it anymore. I need to ..I need it now.”

The King laughs, enjoying your suffering and your pleasure.

“Such a demanding little brat, demanding to come before your king.” The Spanking you get now is not punishment. It brings you pleasure and therefor shame. You nearly whimpered at it, but at the same time you enjoyed the smack on your naked ass.  

And he bows your head down, and gives you the one after the other hard rough trust that only raises your pleasure. As the fucking increases, your needs reach a height unfamiliar to you and you stop, waiting for it to fade as you usual do when you touch yourself. Aemond sees this as the moment to strike, fully claiming you with a rough war cry and a trust. You fall down from your pleasure and come, all over his red swollen cock as he rides his own orgasm out on your spent body. The King is not happy yet, and fucks your body two more times after you are done with it. 

When he is done, he finally removes the rope. You sit up, watching the tiles you fucked upon, sweaty and stained with your blood. Aemond cheekily grins, dressing himself again quickly. You look around for anything to cover yourself with. He throws his leather bloodied coat your way. ‘’Here. Cover. I don’t wish you to catch a cold.’’ He says. You think back of Aegon. And guilt washes over you.

The door is opened and a soldier rushes inside the room. You attempt to cover yourself but it is too late. ‘’My king.’’ He begins but Aemond does not allow him to finish. 

‘’You saw my lady naked.’’ He says, instead of listening to his trusted soldier. The soldier blinks.

‘’I,I didn’t!”’ He quickly blurts out. Aemond does not even bother to explain his motivates, you can only watch as he takes his sword and chops of the head of the soldier. Blood and flesh come free as treat and paint painting the Throne room. You are horrified that Aemond murdered a man for looking at you.

You scream in horror. Aemond walks to you next, sword still dripping with blood. He levels the sword at his lips and takes a lick, before kissing your forehead. ‘’He had to die. Only one eye may look at your body. Mine.’’ He says, kissing you again as if it calms you down. It only makes you panic.

He sighs, taking you back to the throne. He makes you sit but this time there’s no spanking. Only sweet kisses and heartbroken mutters. ‘’What can I ever do to compare to Aegon? I want your love, my love. I want you to weep over my dead corpse.’’ He whispers. ‘’I want you when we marry, to become so madly in love with me, that when they find my corpse on the battlefield, you become mad and consumed with grief and you carve off one of my fingers to keep it close to you and you never think of a marrying another. I want you to die from a broken heart.’’ He whispers. ‘’I offer you the world, my love. It is ours. From Westeros to Essos and from the Dothraki grass sea to the useless kingdom of Dorne. It will fall at our feet, crumbled into dust. Thousands will die at our command, and their bones will become your crown and throne. Their blood will be your gown and their flesh will feed our love. Whoever offends you, shall die first. Let me be your King, and you will never need anyone else again.’’ You know you don’t have a choice. Once you cared about innocents. But you don’t have the luxury to care about them anymore. You must survive.

You play along for now.

Be Aemond’s Queen.

His second in command, the mother of his children, his lover and his bedmate.

To him you will be bow…

At least for now.

One of the days soon coming…

You’re going to take that boy’s crown.

//Not even therapy can fix this im afraid.

#tags #hotd #hotd fanfiction #hotd fanfic #aemond targaryen #aemond #aemond one eye #hotd x reader #hotd x you #aemond x reader #aemond x you #aemond smut #aemond fic #aemond fanfiction #hotd x oc #aemond x oc #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x oc #Aemondsmut #Smut #dubcon #violence #dark!aemond! #overstim #blood #thighriding #smut #murder #gore #classicalgotviolence

[facts-i-just-made-up]

Let's hear all about the history of chess, please!

Chess is an analog live-action computer game or, "game," invented in the year 1212 B.Y.A. by Shatranj Al-Chessinventir. Designed to teach local rulers about warfare and defending their kingdoms, the game simulated a royal court and its pawns with game pieces. The original pieces were as follows:

King: The ruler of the court, if captured, means the end of the game. Mostly a figurehead, he can only move one tile at a time.

Queen: The most capable piece, she does the most work, but capturing her is unimportant because apparently a woman who can do anything is worth far less than a man who can barely move.

Bishop: Like a real bishop, this piece can only move diagonally, and whenever it takes another piece, it must pray for absolution or it will go to Chess Hell or, "Chell," and burn in Chess Fire or, "Chire," for all Chess Eternity or, "Next Round."

Knight: A knight must move in an L shape as per the rules of Tetris, from which the earliest chess games were inspired. The knight is represented by a horse in honor of Mazura of Parapa Palace.

Royal Piss-Bucket Emptier: Now known as the "Rook" due to Victorian prudery, the Royal Piss-Bucket Emptier runs as far as needed in any cardinal direction because the historical job entailed speed and resolute direction.

Pawn: Also known as a "Serf" or "Retail Clerk," the Pawn is expected to die young and be replaced quickly without the royals so much as noticing, so worthless and ordinary is this piece that just wanted to survive and be with their family. Should a pawn make it to the opposite side however, it can become a Queen or any other piece, a lesson designed to teach players that if they betray their family and join the ranks of the enemy, they will be rewarded with fame, fortune, and optional gender fluidity.

Though only about 24 possible games are playable with chess, two less than tic-tac-toe, many books have been written on Chess Theory by lonely people hoping to impress someone with how smart they think they are. This has sadly never worked.

Chess grew popular in America in the 60s and 70s due to the celebrity of chess master Bobby Fischer, but declined soon after when Fischer claimed that Jews were to blame for everything bad, Jews were evil, and he hoped that all the Jews would die. Being Jewish himself, he then died. He was then dug up again (f8=P?) and reburied by order of the Bishop (Bxf8#).

Chess has only recently made a comeback owing to new and interesting chess variants such as 4 Player Bughouse Chess, Three-Man Chess, 5D Chess with Multiverse Time Travel, and Checkers (with chess pieces because I forgot where I put the checkers).

The most interesting thing ever to happen in Chess occurred in 2021 when the Double Bongcloud Position was introduced to top competitions. And that sentence isn't even unreality.

#chess #chess history #unreality #cw antisemitism #cw bobby fischer

[raayllum]

i'm gonna break down the poster later but for now I wanna talk about the poem

As others have noticed the first letter of each line, read bottom to top, spell out "The Red Wedding" which is likely the episode title, so I'm not going to speculate too much on that.

Like we know at this point hardly anything is accidental in TDP especially when there's blatant opportunities to hide clues, so with that in mind, I want to look at stanza by stanza to the best of my ability.

Gnash your teeth, O Dragon Fierce! Night’s not far away

"Gnash" is an aggressive reference to teeth, which makes me think of "ivory draconic" for the Nova Blade, but also of scenes yet explained (the arc 1 intro of human warriors gathered on one side of the border, and Thunder's display of power). However, I think it's likely that what the poem is referring to is even farther back in history, given that "night" might refer to a time period (i.e. the stars leaving) happening soon.

In the sky that watchful eye Does weep and stare and pierce

"White as the star's heart it pierced" and we see eyes in reference to dragons' ire against Elarion. That said, this "watchful eye" could belong to a long ago Startouch elf (Aaravos, Laurelion, Leola?) who cared about what was happening, hence being 'watchful.' Pierce has a less peaceful connotation, but this section of the poem definitely reads as "in the past to me" (I say, preparing to eat my words in the future)

Dance away, O Golden Queen! Eternal fiery flame While shadows jeer into your ear Don’t forge a blade from shame

This, meanwhile, feels like a pretty straightforward reference to Janai in present day. She is both queen and the Golden Knight of Lux Aurea. Dancing is a part of Sunfire proposals, she has fire powers, and she's planning a wedding. "Shadows" could be references to her nightmares from Aaravos and the shadow monster creatures Karim's army is probably going to accidentally turn into thanks to Pharos' lingering corruption. She wields a Sunforge blade, of course, and has doubt/shame surrounding her choices and status as queen as it moves back and forth... so maybe "don't make a harsh choice out of shame/fear of unworthiness?" But we shall have to see.

Now onto what's probably my favourite stanza:

Eight in a line, O Chosen Mine! Ready for a war Endlessly burning Hopefully yearning That love will triumph once more!

"Eight in a line" makes me lose my mind because there's 8 pieces across the board in chess (2 rooks, 2 knights, 2 bishops make 6, + 1 king and queen make 8; as well as 8 pawns, of course). "O Chosen Mine" also makes it sound like Aaravos is the speaker of the poem, which given that he's someone poetry has been written about up until now, is deliciously meta.

"Ready for a war" might apply most straightforwardly to the Sunfire elves, but I don't think we even have eight named Sunfire characters in show, so it must encompass more main players. Perhaps unrest in the Pentarchy, and of course, the Dragang taking steps to try to go to war against and defeat Aaravos.

"Endlessly burning" has a couple different meanings, given that 1) fire cannot burn forever, 2) it seems humans were gifted sun magic first way back when, and 3) fire/burning has a more positive association with light. "Hopefully yearning" has a positive connotation, even if people on both sides can have hope for various reasons ("There is one weird hope" from Claudia in 4x01 vs Ezran's "There is a hope" in 3x03, etc). To yearn for something is to have "a strong feeling of wishing for something, especially something that you cannot have or get easily" and we know that wishes and wants are something that can go from good to bad in TDP's world, especially when it comes to Aaravos.

The characters are hoping/working/wishing that "Love will triumph once more," the way it did for them in 3x09. This reflects back into love > control, narrative of love > narrative of power, etc. It also caps off this stanza of "eight in the line" having the game motif, and then triumphing also indicates winning the game.

But, of course, they can't. Not in S6, anyway.  😈

#tdp #tdp meta #the dragon prince #6x07 #s6 spoilers #arc 2 #s6 speculation #predictions #analysis series #analysis #tdp spoilers

[hanafubukki]

chaos hype anon: i have seen your reply and i am giggling as more time shenanigan weirdness comes to play.

imagine crowley now having to deal with the husbands now that MC is married and he’ll have hell to pay if the husbands caught wind of Crowley overworking and underpaying their wife

also that reminds me, would everyone in NRC actually know that MC is married to 2 wonderful men and Silver is her kid? The chaos that unfolds would be hilarious if that’s the case.

(References: Fanfic, Ask 1, Ask 2, Ask 3, Ask 4)

Hi Chaos Hype Anon🌻🌺🌷

The way I evil laughed when you brought up Crowley Anonie 😂😈, now he can’t get away with doing whatever the hell he wants.

I mean here you have a well known General of the Faes and in parallel Knight of Dawn, who is just as respected. And then you have, Dire Crowley. Even if Crowley is strong, just the…respect and reputation from both Lilia and Dawn will have him cowering especially if it affects NRC somehow.

Lilia’s threats would include either the mischievous sort or a shadow version of himself during his general days. He still has the abilities of one after all.

The Knight of Dawn is the quiet and straightforward type, so I can see him acting/talking in a way that makes you feel guilty for doing a wrong or literally ready to fight for his loved ones.

As for the NRC students, I want to say those closest to YN would know. It would be funny just the way they would react to the whole situation 🤣

For example:

Riddle, how will he treat you now? Are you technically older? Does he use other honorifics?

Vil and Rook finding out the age of Lilia, Dawn, and Silver. Vil asking Dawn and Silver their skin routine only to have a near heart attack when they give bare minimum answers.

Octa trying to somehow make money out of having two historical figures at school. Just good old NRC shenanigans.

Trein now having not only Lilia and Malleus telling him that history is wrong, you have the Knight of Dawn as well. I can just imagine his headache and need to retire lolol

And then we have our Mob students, oh our lovely mob students. The ones who likely don’t know or don’t care. They are going to regret it if they try to pick a fight with our lovely YN 🤭💞

I can see the mob students picking fights with the Knight of Dawn just like they do with RSA students.

Thank you for sending this in Anonie 💞🌺

#answered #anonie ask #🌺chaos hype anon🌺 #twst knight of dawn x reader #twst knight of dawn #lilia vanrouge x reader #lilia vanrouge #twst knight of dawn x reader x lilia vanrouge #knicking my feet while thinking of this in bed 💚💞

[prince-kallisto]

Kallisto TWST Theories Masterlist

Return to Main Masterlist (Headcanons, Analysis, Fanfiction)

Although this differs slightly from my Analysis Masterlist, my analyses may provide more context to the below theories, especially in regards to Crowley’s character, so feel free to check those out too! ^_^

Princess Leia, Henrik & Dawn Knight Theory

Crowley’s Proud, Beautiful Flower of Evil

Levan’s Overblot and Phantom Grim

EGGS (and why it may be Crowley’s biggest clue)

A Clever Hawk (or Crow) hides their talons: AKA sus Crowley

How does Crowley fly?

Guest Room and Crowley hiding something in there

Crowley & Mickey: Phantom Blots plan

Solving the Dwarves Mine and Purposeful Overblot

Isle of Sages: Crowley vs Ambrose ideals

Beauty can drive one to madness

Direbeast and Dire Crowley: Grim and Crowley’s eyes

Crowley’s Magical Aura and Fae Magic

Overblots, Rollo, and Crowley (Truth behind NRC)

Dire Crowley and Idia: Curses and Blot

Mirrors, Crystals, and Water Basins

Housewarden and Headmage staffs & magic pens

Rook and Crowley’s Parallels (IT CHANGES EVERYTHING)

Silver’s curse & Draconia family

Phantom Vocal Mimicry and birds

Crowley’s prophetic powers and Raven symbolism

Fae Crowley and the Chairman

Anniversary Animation Mysterious Hallway

Lost in the Book with Stitch Library Book mystery

Crowley’s relationship with the Asim’s

Ramshackle Dorm and 90 years ago

Ramshackle Gravestones

Overblot Fire, Souls, and Curses manifesting

End of the TWST world: A Deal with the Devil

Crowley, Grim, and Dark Mirror: Manifestation Link

TWST World Curse: Sleeping Beauty and Malenoa

Book 6 Groups foreshadowing Crowley’s secrets

Book 7 Phantom Blot Enemies, glass jar, and TWST opening

Revan’s Unique Magic: Gift of Prophecy and how Crowley knows everything

Identical Briar Valley and NRC locations

Dark Mirror OB markings and Meleanor’s soul trapped in the mirror

Meleanor’s “Princess glow” staff and the Dark Mirror

Complete Guide to the “Crowley is Levan” theory

Grim and Dinah: A Forced Magical Fusion

NRC School Barrier: Ghosts, Chenya, and Grim

NRC Coffin Gates and Epel’s Unique Magic

Vil, Meleanor, and the Virgin Mary: Crowley’s Obsession

Silver Owls and Dire Crowley’s Mask

Magic Mirror vs Dark Mirror (Red Blot and the Mirrors Missing Gemstone)

Crowley and Levan: Twins or? (Reblog)

NRC lack of history on Fae

Crowley and Levan: Treasured Items and Plans

Malleus expelled from NRC and the birdcage

Why does Crowley remember STYX?

Rollo and Crowley’s Crimson Flowers and Plans

Book 4, It’s a Deal, and Crowley: Jamil’s Revenge

How Crowley sets up the Overblots in each book

Crowley: The False Prophet and the Unholy Trinity

Dire Crowley Magician Tarot

Levan: Dragon, Long, of Raven?

Spectral Soirée: Time Zones and November 2nd

Ghost Camera: Connection between Dreams and Reality

Cradle Tower Incubator & Dark Mirror Chamber

Lilia’s Lie: Carriages, Planes, & Land of the Red Dragons

Crowley’s Political Connections and Briar Valley (reblogged from Ventique)

Floating Coffins & Floating Portraits

Neige’s Unique Magic

Crowley’s Realm Dominance and Mirror Dimensions: A Piece of my World

The Twisted Storyteller of TWST (part 2 to above theory)

Is Levan in the Dark Mirror?

Crowley is Neige’s Father (meme but also Actual Neige Backstory theory)

TWSTs Manga Promotional Video speculation

Crowley’s “Magic Assault Practice” class

Crowley’s Curious Eating Habits and the Significance of Soup

Crowley’s Gibier (A Follow-up to the Soup Theory)

STYX experiment: Levan

Crowley’s Void Magic and Connection to Malleus

Dire Crowley: The Serpent and the “gift” of the Forbidden Fruit

Magic Assault event and Crowley’s HP & Power

Magic Assault Practice & Styx’s Lachesis System

A Soldier’s Habits & Mirror Gemstones (Ask)

Crowley’s Connections to the Ghosts and Underworld (& the Transmutation potion)

“Don’t be shy about striking me” Parallels between Crowley, Malleus, and Meleanor

Mâlum, Mālum, Malus, and Malleus (Crowley’s Apple Tree theme)

A crow’s Multilayered Hues and Malleus’ Egg

Levan vs the Knight of Dawn: The Whip of Love

Malleus and Crowley’s Curse Immunity, and the cause of Malleus’ “CPU overload”

Crowley’s Magical Aura in NRC

#kallistopost #my masterlist #twst theory

[miryum]

Foundling Villa- Chapter 16

Royal!Charles Leclerc x Reader. Princess Y/n is arranged to marry Prince Charles. There will be many ups and downs that the author hasn’t planned out yet, but read along to find out more! (Yes, I know that sounds super cheesy) Warnings per chapter. Hope you guys enjoy!

Tag list: @notleclerc @sunsumonner @saturnsrinqs @livster @chonkybonky @eau-rougee @champomiel @justyouraverageeverydaysimp @multifandom-loser @atlanticowe

Half of me: I’m so sorry I haven’t posted! I’ve been super busy with visiting family and prepping for a huge test! I’m so sorry!

The other half of me: I’m doing this for free and I never set a specific schedule for this, so sucks to be you if you’re mad that it’s been a while

Warnings: last chapter! kinda

ao3 link  epilogue>>

It was going to be a crushing defeat. One for the history books. Folks from near and far would flock to see you in all your glory.

You moved your bishop. Prince Max puzzled over the chess board for a moment before moving a pawn. 

“Are you winning, cherié?” Charles’ hands warmed your shoulder and he leaned down from behind you to press a kiss to your temple.

“Yes,” you said, at the same time Prince Max declared, “no.”

Pierre laughed loudly. “Some disagreement, I see.”

“Shush,” you hissed at your friend who was seated around a table with many of Formuline’s leaders. A large map of the continent was spread out, old, yellowed paper which was cracked at the edges.

Prince Max had shown up at the Schumacher Estate a day or two ago and you had welcomed him with open arms against the suspicion of other leaders. They hadn’t allowed Prince Max to join their meetings and had placed him on house arrest, but you tried to make him feel more at home. He had explained his predicament to you, saying how he had defied his father. He was willing to divulge Redull secrets, so long as his people didn’t get hurt, but the other rulers had yet to take him up on his offer, worrying that he was lying.

You had noticed that Charles was hesitant towards Prince Max at first, but once he saw your trust in the man, he seemed to open up more.

“How are things coming along?” Charles asked the men at the table, staying at your side, rubbing soothing circles on your arms. You stayed engrossed in your game and he smiled softly at the crease of concentration that bent your eyebrows.

King Hamilton said, “Our advantage is positioning. Redull are surrounded by our troops, with Haas and Wolff to the west, Lauren from the north, and Enza from the southeast.”

“With the few men we still have,” Charles glared in Prince Max’s direction. Prince Max simply moved a rook.

“Redull’s advantage,” King Hamilton continued, “is their size. None of us knew how big and strong their army was growing, along with Williams.” Glances were shot towards you. In this room, you and Prince Max were the enemies. Charles met their stares, daring them to challenge him. “With Enza’s shattered forces, we’re barely able to outnumber them, not including their skill and weaponry. This will not be an easy fight. Camps of our men have sprung up on the edges of Enza, but we’ll need to begin this war soon. It’ll be a taxing war, both on lives and morale. We must decide, as one, to push forward.”

“I say we go for it,” King Zak Brown of Lauren nodded, looking around for confirmation. “We don’t get anything by waiting. We can start and end this war on our own terms.”

“And what if we fail?” King Stein of Haas argued. “Our armies will be obliterated and we will be defenceless. Redull will sweep the nation.”

“I don’t want a war,” King Hamilton sighed. “But I’m not sure we can avoid it.”

Prince Max took one of your knights. You moved your queen.

“Can’t we compromise?” Charles suggested. “Redull wants land. I would gladly reward them all of Enza for the safe return of my family and the end of war.”

“Charles. No.” You looked at him sternly. “You are not forfeiting your entire kingdom. Although…” You stares down at the chessboard before excusing yourself and rushing out of the room. Charles watched you go, confused. The monarchs still stood around the table, meaninglessly debating.

A few days later, Charles was finishing up breakfast with the rest of the residents of the Schumacher Estate when there was a knock on the door. Sara rushed to open it and you flew downstairs, still in your sleep clothes. The men politely averted their gaze, but Charles simply smiled at the mess of your hair and the pillow creases on your face. Sara giggled at your state and smoothed down your hair before opening the door. Just as you expected, it was Lando.

Lando was clearly dishevelled. He had been riding for days just to deliver your letter. Thanking him profusely- Lando had been a much-needed enthusiastic constant in your life- you took the parchment he handed to you. Lando bent over, panting, his hands on his knees. Sara took him inside and gave him water. 

“Cherié, what do you have there?” Charles stood and came up behind you. 

“I wrote to Robert,” you explained. “Redull wants land. Williams has it. Maybe not in this generation, but when my father passes and Robert takes the throne, maybe we could work out an agreement? Robert doesn’t really want the throne. He just wants to spend time with his family. His daughter was just born. Cambria, his wife, gave birth a week ago. Robert doesn’t care about the monarchy. He cares about his family. I thought that maybe, when he assumes the throne, Williams could become a faction of Redull. Redull gets land and closer access to Enza, Enza retains its land and monarchy, and hopefully, the prospect of war would dissipate. Robert agreed and said he would step down. But I don’t know if it would actually work. My other plan would be to wait until King Verstappen dies and have Prince Max rule Redull with a kinder hand.”

Charles blinked and looked back at the rulers of Formuline. Pierre muttered something noncoherent and King Hamilton yelled out, “We are not assassinating King Verstappen!” Prince Max looked up, confused. Rolling his eyes, he started setting up a new chess game. You had won the last match and he had demanded a rematch. 

“He’s not saying no…” Pierre pointed out. King Hamilton rolled his eyes.

“Y/n, those are good, well-thought out ideas,” Charles said. “I think we could work with them.” He turned back to the breakfast-eating aristocrats. “We would need to draft an official treaty that speaks of future generations and Williams’ place in the world if they rule under Redull. Would Redull take complete control? Would Prince Robert act as an ambassador doing Redull’s work? Would we wait until King Verstappen dies to put this into action? We would need to iron out the details, but I believe you’re onto something here, cherié!” Charles’ grin was wide and he took your hand in his. “It’s a start. And that’s all we need.”

“You really think it could work?” You asked. When Robert had written to you a week ago with the news of your niece, the inkling of a plan had begun to form. But you didn’t think the royals of Formuline would agree to it.

“I mean, if we iron out a few kinks, then yes.” King Hamilton thought out loud, pulling the map of the continent towards him, a waffle covered in syrup still in front of him. The leaders started murmuring and writing things down, too quickly and quietly for you to catch on.

“Good job, Y/n.” Charles pulled you into a strong hug. “I’m proud of you. Hopefully your ideas will let me see my family again.”

“Our family,” you corrected him.

Charles laughed and repeated, “Our family.”

I hate how I ended this cause I hate it when the reader just comes in and solves the entire fucking war cause that’s not what happens in real life!!!!! so I tried to show how her plan wouldn’t be the final decision in ending a continent-wide war, but don’t worry, there will be a much-better written epilogue

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[divorcedwife]

i just found your chess art and im sosososo obsessed. the characters are so cool and really embody the fighting styles of the pieces. i wish i could watch them in like a magical girl tv show

whats your inspiration/reference for your costume design? especially the more historic ones?

love your work <3

thank you, thank you so much!!

i really like fashion and history, so when im not drawing i do spend a lot of time looking at historical clothes and designers i like. i find it hard to think of what time periods/designers inspire me the most in general, but i can elaborate on my inspiration for the chess pieces!

for the queen, i was inspired by charles james, and this coat in particular. i thought the queen should wear something rigid, tailored, very structured and dramatic, and 1950s designers are always a good place to look for that. i was also inspired by this house of worth dress for the sleeves

for the knight, i was inspired by this specific dior look. i wanted to keep this one simple and clean, no frills, no sheer fabric, and let the details of the armor pieces and thigh slit shine

for the pawn, i wanted something youthful and fun, so i was thinking 1960s, mary quant in particular. a babydoll silhouette, printed tights, flat shoes, short hair :-) but with a square neckline and dramatic sleeves to look a little like the king and queen

the bishop was probably the most historically inspired - the silhouette is classic 1780s, the sleeves are from the chemise à la reine style of the 1790s. i was also thinking gothic lolita when i was drawing her. it does make sense when i think about it : using christian symbols for fashion is a classic goth move, so it's a good place to look for a bishop design. since the bishops are closest to the royals, i thought she needed to have a lot going on with her design, but more fun than the queen

the rook and king, this is where i ran out of ideas entirely lol. i will confess : the others, i drew them because i had a very clear vision of where i wanted to go, i could picture them in my head and it was just a matter of drawing and refining them. and these last two, i drew because i had designs for 4/6, so it felt strange to stop there

my only idea for the rook was to have subtle rectangles on her dress, like... bricks... cause she's a tower. this is the best thing i could think of, so things were really dire. luckily i did have the idea of giving her a gun, which is always a good way to make a design cooler

ty again for your kind words and for asking! i always love to talk about fashion :-) <3333

#valuedhater #answered

[princesssszzzz]

Rebellion

Pairing: Rhaena Targaryen x Erryk Cargyll

Warnings: Smut Word Count: 2.7k - AO3

Summary: Fic request - Rhaena's stuck on Dragonstone with no way to leave during the Dance. She doesn’t usually pay attention to the knights around the castle but for the first time in her life, someone offers comfort she doesn't get from Daemon

The knight was always around and Rhaena didn’t even know the man’s name or his house until weeks after his arrival. There was more hustle and bustle from the usually quiet castle, and she could have sworn that everyone saw her as a statue. For the second time in her life, everything had been turned upside down and she didn’t know if this time she could mentally be resilient.

For the last 6 years, she tried so hard to get closer to her father. It seemed to be a lost cause and once the war kicked off, it was futile to even try and earn his attention and affection. Coming to the realization that he simply wasn’t a man that would hold her hand through her rough childhood was difficult. She’d read the history books time and time again and would casually mention rarely known facts about their ancestors to him.

Daemon would respond by speaking Valyrian to someone else or would mention to Rhaena that he would be having another child. He’d look at her with uninterested and lazy eyes, expecting her dutiful response and acclaim. She wouldn't ruffle any feathers with any other reaction. Congratulations and compliments from her were followed by a nod of his head before he’d walk away.

Now, Rhaena stood by the painted table feeling like a fly on the wall while everyone discussed battle plans. Weeks ago, she was so invested in listening and being extra vigilant about knowing everything that went on.

“Once you get to Rooks Rest...” Her father’s voice faded in the back of her mind and Rhaena noticed she barely paid attention now. Hearing about violence and dragons all day weaned on her soul, and the worse part was being ignored. She wanted to go back to her Pentos days, where she could run around with Baela and the small Pentoshi children with dolls all day.

Daemon waved a hand towards her, swallowing the last of the Dornish red from his goblet. He wanted a refill, she counted twice, this was twice in one week that he’d noticed her. The first was yesterday and it was for the same reason. Come here and pour wine.

Rhaena dragged her feet along the edged table, coming to her father’s side and pouring wine. He was still going on about dragons with no experience fighting, and she mustered up her bravery to try and contribute.

She sat down his full wine and pushed it towards him, “Father, perhaps you should go with grandmother?”

At her interruption, the look he gave Rhaena made her tremble. When he got in these moods, he didn’t want to be bothered or questioned. Especially not in front of others. His men glanced at Rhaena and stopped their quiet chattering before looking over to Daemon for his reaction.

In a soft voice, Rhaena continued “I only meant Caraxes is battle tested, he would be useful-” She stopped herself before going any further, knowing that the crinkle from his eyes was meant for her to be silent.

Nodding her head, Rhaena stepped away and went to return the pitcher to the tray. She could feel her face reddening with embarrassment, and the shame deepened even further when Baela had entered the room and her father smiled.

There was a proud look on his face that at least one of his children could be useful to him during this time of crisis. Viserys and Aegon were just babies, they couldn’t do anything. Daemon snapped his fingers, and a servant hurried to put a chair at his side for Baela.

The last hour of the meeting dragged on, and Rhaena blocked out everyone in the room. Dutiful Rhaena, she didn’t bother to bring up another suggestion or even speak at all. She quickly realized she was meant to be seen, but not heard. Watching as everyone started to file out of the room and go about their business one by one, she turned and quickly moved to finally be free of the dull war room.

“Oof”

Heavy metal clashed into her hands and Rhaena looked up to see she had bumped into Ser Erryk's amour.

“Apologies Ser.” She uttered a quick expression of regret, unsure if the man would be annoyed at her.

Erryk shrugged off her apology and to her surprise, the knight gave her a charming smile instead. “It happens,” he said in an easy voice.

“Are you alright? There's a lot going on.”

“Yes, of course.” Rhaena smiled, delighted at his study of her face.

Erryk looked around, noticing Daemon busy letting his men out, before leaning in. He spoke in a hushed voice, "It's a good plan, sending Caraxes. I know you're concerned for your grandmother."

Rhaena sighed, her face brightening at the acknowledgement of her suggestion.

"Thank you." She checked behind her, seeing the room was almost empty before turning back.

"I really appreciate it." She gave him another soft smile before passing him and heading out the side door.

The sun was going down and the hectic energy of the castle finally seemed to fade away. Rhaena sat at her vanity, taking out the red and black jewels clipped to her hair. She took her time, hours even, while she daydreamed. It's all she could do before going to bed, she felt as if it was in lieu of dreams.

She never had dreams anymore and felt thankful. During breakfast, Jacaerys would often tell her about the wild occurrences of his dreams. Baela would write to her from High Tide describing the muscled boys of her dreams in detail.

More detail than Rhaena thought necessary but for Rhaena, nothing came. The last dream she remembered had been from her childhood. A dragon-like creature with the changing faces of her parents.

In the face of her mother, she would see silver curls waving around and a smile, inviting her in with the beautiful green flaps of her wings. Rhaena would want to go to her, gliding and waiting for the happy moment she could rest her face on the creature. At the last minute, it would turn into her father, making an angry and disappointed face before the dragon would roar, turning away from her and flying away.

At least with her fantasy visions, she could make her own reality. She thought about a handsome man coming to take her far away. She didn’t want to stick around Dragonstone. Her family didn’t seem to care about or notice her. Perhaps they wouldn’t notice if she simply left. She imagined someone brown haired, like the man she saw during her visit to the Vale, who would come back sweep her off her feet.

He would give her so much affection, and Rhaena was sure it would make up for the years of yearning she had. Running off and having daughters in her image.

The door creaked open for Ser Erryk, immediately lifting his in hands in apology for his trespassing. Rhaena turned in her chair at the intrusion, shocked that he would dare enter her chambers this late especially without warning.

“Everyone is asleep. What are you doing here?” Although she rarely paid attention to which guard went where, she was certain where he belonged at this hour was standing outside of a door, on the opposite end of the castle. But here he was, closing the door behind him and giving her a sheepish smile.

“I was hoping you were still awake.” Ser Erryk’s silver amour clinked as he moved to push his long brown hair off his shoulder.

Rhaena hesitated to stand, he was speaking so casually as if he belonged in her bedchambers, and they were old friends.

“Why?”

He clasped his hands together, “You looked unwell earlier. I just wanted to make sure you were really okay” the knight asked in concern.

She felt warm suddenly and her heart swelled. Although it was careless of him to be here, she appreciated it now.

Rhaena nodded, and told a falsehood “Yes, I’m fine. Thank you, good knight.”

Ser Erryk looked relieved, but it didn’t last long as his face became troubled again, “Please don’t worry yourself about your father. He's just bothered by the war."

He gave her a chuckle, shaking his head. "My own father was very similar, he even-." Rhaena gave Erryk her best smile, staring at him with wide eyes and waited for him to continue .

"I apologize for being inappropriate. I just wanted to check in on you, you seemed very sad earlier." The words dying in his throat he turned to leave, bowing his head while he headed towards the door.

"Wait." Ser Erryk stopped and turned, resting his hand on the hilt of his sword while he awaited the royal girl’s next command.

She took a moment to admire how his features resembled the man of her waking dreams. Rhaena took real notice of the tall man for the first time, seeing him more than the knight that always stood near her. He was handsome. He had broad shoulders, muscular arms, long legs, a clean cut, sharp jaw and a strong set of chiseled features.

Her breath hitched at the thought of someone right here on Dragonstone who dared to come to her like this. If Daemon ever found out that he was here, even out of genuine concern, this man’s head would be on a pike within five minutes.

She got up out of her seat, smoothing out her dress before waltzing over to him. Erryk’s deep eyes met Rhaena’s and her heart skipped a beat.

She could see his pulse quicken as he took her in. The silver of her hair, the violet of her eyes, the smoothness of her cheeks…she knew he was impressed by her beauty.

"Before you depart for the night." She chose not to finish her sentence, instead reaching out to rest her hand on the chest his armor. Unlike before, there was no sting from the cold hard surface. It felt comfortable now, like her skin belonged there.

"Princess, may I ask what you're doing?" His face hardened, and Errykdidn't know what to do or say.

"You can stay for a while if you wish."

He'd been trained to serve and protect, but never like this. To make his presence known in such an intimate manner, to be able to touch her so closely. Erryk knew what she wanted from him but he hesitated to advance.

"I'm sorry," he started again, clearing his throat, "Your father..."

"He's on the other side of this castle." She reached to slowly remove her dress, showing off her lack of undergarments. Standing nude in front of him, Rhaena knew a little extra encouragement would be needed to sway the honorable nobleman.

"As it turns out, I'm wanting some company for a while."

Erryk smiled. He could still feel the heat radiating from her body even through the armour. "I can help you with that." He asked softly. Without hesitation, he moved to undress himself, pulling it off one piece at a time until it lay discarded on the floor.

She watched him in awe, never having seen a naked man before. They enjoyed the sight of each other's smooth skin before he stepped back into Rhaena's personal space, letting his fingers trail down her bare shoulders to trace the curve of her hips. Her breath caught in her throat but he spoke instead. "You are so beautiful."

A small smile graced her lips when her arms wrapped around his shoulders and Rhaena pressed her slim body into his.

Their lips touched, first gently and then passionately, and his fears ceased to exist. Their tongues combined tasted like spice and chocolate, the thought left her euphoric. Her lips continued their movements, pressing hard against him, creating a growl low in his chest. Erryk was fighting back a primal urge to push her down and fuck her senseless. Feeling him grow even hotter above her, Rhaema moaned. He broke apart from her, holding her gaze with a look of utter adoration in his eyes.

"We'll go to your bed." She reached out timidly and grabbed his hand, walking him to the large bed with black and red silk and fur bedding. He placed his arm around her waist, gently leading her as they sank down and pressed his frame on top of her. A small grin graced his face.

"Are you sure about this, Princess?"

"It's a pleasure to have you here," she whispered, running a finger lightly along his jawline. He closed his eyes and leaned into her touch, chuckling lowly and nodded.

He continued kissing her, reaching down to rub her wetness and make sure she was ready for him. With Erryk kissing her deeply, Rhaena arched her neck allowing him better access.

Opening her legs slightly to welcome him, her hands slid up his back and into his hair. She moaned at the pressure of his mouth on hers, moving her hips upwards into his. Erryk pushed further into Rhaena and she gasped beneath him, her nails digging into his flesh allowing his fingers to explore her body in a way no one ever had before.

She whimpered when his length slipped inside of her, moving quickly against her with rough motion. With every growing thrust, Rhaena moaned louder. His mouth left hers and trailed down her neck to bite the sensitive area just below her ear, leaving a trail of marks behind.

Her cries grew intense and she threw her head back. When Erryk's hand brushed her clit, she screamed out loud.

"Ah!" He groaned and thrust harder, his hips hitting her at the perfect angle. It took her moments to realize how loud they were being, and she didn't care. A piece of her wanted her father angrily catching her, seeing that she was willing to be rebellious.

Erryk removed himself, and as soon as he entered her again completely, she came undone underneath him. She shuddered violently, moaning as he buried his face in her neck, breathing heavily and pounding into her faster. Groaning erratically, he came in her with long, drawn out strokes, releasing deep inside of her. They both fell apart panting and spent, staring at each other as their breaths calmed down. He sighed and rolled over, staring up into nothingness.

"Your a great knight Ser Erryk."

Rhaena was going to want more from now on. He knew it and she knew it.

Her bed chambers filled with warm, dark, airy light. The moon shone in through the windows, reflecting off of the glass and illuminating everything in a golden hue. The two were both silent, content with simply breathing in each other’s warmth and scent.

Once Erryk had finished panting, she fell asleep in his arms. When she woke up, he was gone. Rhaena couldn't help the disappointment that washed over her. She hadn't expected him to stay long, but she hoped he would at least stay for a few hours.

She found herself alone in bed. After stretching for a while Rhaena headed to her vanity, smiling to herself as she finished taking out her jewelry from the day before.

When she entered the dining space, she saw her father sitting at the table, sipping something from a cup. She walked over to him, approaching with the grace of a goddess and placing a kiss on the back of his hand.

"Good morning, Father." She spoke clearly before seating herself and watching as the servants rushed to grab her breakfast.

Daemon looked lost, why his daughter had suddenly seemed to change her disposition in a matter of a day was beyond him. He didn't say anything, instead observing her face before turning back to Aegon sitting on his lap.

Rhaena sipped her morning tea, snacking on a lemon cake and her eyes sparkled like gems. Ser Erryk wasn't present now, his duty not starting until later in the day. She awaited noon knowing once again she would be returning to the war room and now, she had a charming reason to perk up. This was something dangerous and she loved it.

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[toreii]

Glorious Masquerade spoilers #6

The vice president asks if the boys are ready. Idia complains that he can’t breathe😆 He’s bright red, apparently. Sebek tells them to not keep Malleus waiting and to hurry up. Azul points out that not one of them has finished changing. Epel seems to be having trouble putting on his clothes. The vice president laughs and tells them to ask if they need help.

Rollo comments that it’s really noisy. Trein approaches him, and Rollo addresses him as “Mozius-senpai”??? Such familiarity! Anyways, Trein thanks Rollo for his hospitality. The dress is important because it helps teach culture and history. It’s a very good opportunity. Rollo says “Don’t mention it.” But he realizes it’s rude of him not to have also prepared a costume for Trein. Trein tells him it’s fine. At his age, if he wears a costume, the other teachers will laugh at him when he gets back to NRC. Rollo asks if that just means Trein is close with the teachers. But, Trein is like “No, it’s noisy and embarrassing.” They both start laughing. Obviously, these two are like two peas in a pod.

Silver announces he’s ready. Comes out wearing his outfit. After him, Rook and Riddle come out wearing their costumes. Rook notices that Rollo and Trein are hitting it off well. Riddle says he thought there were two Treins outside.😆 Ruggie comes out next and says Rollo is too grown up.

Deuce apologizes for taking too long. Says there’s too much cloth, and wasnt sure how to wear his costume. Epel notes that the costume is heavy, but he doesn’t feel hot in it. Jamil adds that it’s very breathable, and comfortable to wear. Sebek says it looks practical and strict. He likes it a lot.

Grim comes out laughing, asking how he looks. Asks Yuu that he’s better dressed than them. I decided to be nice to Grim and picked that he looked great. The other choice had Yuu say “I don’t know what you mean.”😂 Grim tells Yuu that their cloak doesn’t look as good as his, but it’s not bad. Deuce notices that Grim’s ribbon is also spread out against his back along the cloak. Also that Yuu and Grim are dressed the same.

Trein says they look spectacular. Riddle comments that the costume looks like a classic design. Rollo explains that the original pattern is more than 500 years old. People of the time had a custom to prepare new coats and new socks on the day of the festival. Over time, the costumes got flashy and gorgeous. From aristocrats, royalty, merchants, and knights, the clothes have been imitated by people in those positions, and became the present form.

Ruggie comments that even though he’s poor, he thought to dress up just for the day. Rook adds that he’s looking forward to the festival since it’s a much loved event. Rollo quietly hisses that it’s a deplorable thing. Sebek asks him what he said just now, but Rollo tells him it was nothing. Rollo doesn’t like festivals!😩

Malleus finally comes out dressed in his outfit. He says the clothes are calming, and would like to bring them back to Briar Valley. Azul comes out next saying he too likes his costume. He comments that it’s dressy and of good quality, and that it has a classic feel. Lastly, Idia… He cries that he doesn’t want to come out. The vice president tells Idia that Rollo is strict about time, and gives Idia a shove telling him to hurry up.🤣 Idia ends up stumbling outside with a yelp. Idia says he unexpectedly became a bird.😂 Trein declares that they’re all present now.

Sebek is thrilled. Over the moon. He has tears in his eyes upon seeing Malleus. My dude is absolutely going wild over his dear waka-sama.😂😂 It’s absolutely the best. Like, perhaps this is his dream! He’s all like “Humans! Do you see Malleus-sama’s precious figure!!??” And Jamil is like “Yeah, we see him.” None too impressed, lol.

After fangirling some more, Sebek gives his compliments to the “City of Flowers.” The vice present is like “Thanks…?”🤣 Sebek goes on to say that black really suits Malleus. Malleus reminds him that he always wears black. Sebek explains that he looks impressive with his usual attire. But, in this costume, Malleus exudes not only strength, but overflowing elegant beauty. Sebek shouts to Silver to say something. Silver says he held back because of Sebek’s fangirling, but he tells Malleus the costume suits him.

Idia mutters that those “normies” are so quick to praise, it’s scary.😂 Azul is amazed by how calm Malleus is with all that. Malleus notices that both Silver and Sebek are dressed similarly. Silver explains that their costumes were prepared so that while they stand at Malleus’s side as his guards, it would look beautiful. Sebek gives his gratitude again to the “City of Flowers”, which again, has the student council like “Um, thanks…?”

Malleus tells them they look just as impressive as the guards at the castle. He then remembers that he should send Lilia a picture since he can’t be the only one to admire them. However, for some reason Malleus says his phone is broken??? So, he says Yuu will have to take the picture instead. (Seriously, why is your phone broken, Malleus??)

With Sebek’s loudness, Trein says it’s enough to deduct a point, but overall, he’s glad everyone got to wear really nice clothes. They look really good. Unfortunately, Idia thinks otherwise. He sighs, questioning if their costumes are flattering, and pretty much says “Sorry for the consideration.” Like, NBC shouldn’t have troubled themselves. Trein is like “Why are you so self-deprecating? Don’t you have any confidence?” Azul asks Idia if he can’t take a compliment obediently. Even if it’s troublesome, it’d be a waste if he’s always gloomy.

Still, Idia sarcastically apologizes for the mockery saying “Oh no, lol, it’s so flattering, I’m serious, lol.” Idia, pls…🙃 To add insult to injury, Idia tells Azul he looks good too. Azul tells Idia not to get caught up with the “flow”. But, Idia is like “Really. Really. It feels 10% more fishy than usual.” (Lowkey shots fired…)

Ruggie comments that Idia and Azul are suited to their costumes. They look classy and match well. He feels like his costume makes him itchy, but overall, the merchant look isn’t so bad. Jamil agrees that it suits him. It’s shrewd, calculating, and makes Ruggie look smart. Ruggie is offended, of course. Because Jamil said so, he plans to return the costume.😆 We’re just throwing insults left and right…

Riddle tells Deuce he looks dignified, like some painting that has come to life. Deuce admits he didn’t think it suited him, but now that Riddle praised him, he feels more confident. Deuce tells Riddle he looks good, too. (Ok, I truly have no idea what the hell Deuce said. If I were to pick a word that equates what Deuce said, the closest I can use is the word “drip”. I’m too old for this, y’all…) Riddle accepts his compliments.

Epel approaches them looking sad, saying their outfits suit them too. Deuce tells Epel he looks good, as well. So, why does he look upset? Epel is like “That’s because…my outfit…looks really cute, right?” Showing off his cute boyish charm he obtained in Book 5. Deuce says it does, and Riddle adds that it looks very lovely on him.

Epel says even though he and Rook were dressed the same, Rook looks cool and slender. Epel wanted to look just like that. Rook jumps in telling Epel that he’s the only one in the world who could pull off such a charming look, though. Deuce agrees saying that the outfit is practically made for Epel, so he wants him to be confident. With his confidence restored, Epel thanks everyone and says he will brag to Vil later.

Rook mentions that the costumes seem to have been carefully prepared as if the person accurately portrayed their personalities. He notices Azul, and asks if he changed his glasses as the gold frame look elegant. Azul says that the glasses were prepared along with his costume. Although, Azul finds it a bit unpleasant that they even know his eyesight.

Anyways, the vice present is pleased that everyone liked their costumes. With this, they can fully enjoy the City of Flowers now. I had Yuu answer with the second option as they’re looking forward to walking in the city. Rollo agrees that they should head to the city as soon as possible.

The vice president suddenly remembers that there’s a stage show planned later in the evening at the festival, and wants the NRC group to see it. Rollo’s face darkens, and presses his handkerchief to his mouth. Time is running out.

Can we seriously stop talking about clothes now? Everybody looks great! Amazing! Beautiful! Spent a whole chapter on clothes🙃

Moving on, Trein announces that he has already divided the boys into groups on 3 in advance. He wants them to go into the city to do their fieldwork. Group A is Azul, Deuce, and Epel. Star☆Team is Idia, Rook, Silver, and Ruggie. Team 1 is Malleus, Sebek, Riddle, and Jamil. You can really tell who named the groups as such🤣

Rollo feels guilty that the harmony has been disrupted now that the NRC group is divided. However, Trein tells him it was decided as such during the meeting because they argued about it.😂 He basically relented so long as he got his three groups. Rollo looks over at Yuu and asks about them. Trein replies that Yuu and Grim will be with him, so he doesn’t need to worry about them, but he isn’t so sure about the others. He addresses the boys reminding them about what he always says in school about using magic in the city.

Azul replies that having a fight is not allowed. So, no violence in the city. Idia follows it up by saying that they are good and gentle people with common sense~. Malleus finishes by asking if they look like rogues who are disrespectful to strangers. And the NRC boys all collectively declare that they will be fine.

Trein isn’t so much convinced. Even though they’re in a peaceful city in the Land of Pyroxene, he finds it hard to let the students roam around freely. He can’t let the people of the city come to harm. So, Trein declares that they meet up from time to time, and should they run into trouble, to contact him immediately. He tells them they can find his cell number at the bottom of the itinerary, and to immediately register it in their phones.

Ruggie says he’ll register the number later, and Trein yells at him to do it now. Rollo notes that Trein is very strict.😆 Anyways, Rollo tells the group he has to attend to the people from other schools, so he won’t be able to join them all the time. He’ll be going around the city later, so he invites them to freely talk to him then. With that said, Trein tells the boys to head out as they give a resounding cheer.

To be continued in episode 2!💖

Thank you so much for your support!!

#twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst spoilers #glorious masquerade

[ladytabletop]

My GenCon bookstack!

There's a lot I can say about my first GenCon, but for now I just wanna talk about the cool games I picked up. Starting from the bottom:

Spire: the City Must Fall by Grant Howitt & Christopher Taylor

You got your oppressed elves and your ruling elves and a big ol fucked up city to skulk around in. Anyone who knows me knows I love the themes of this game. @monsterfactoryfanfic just did a fantastic video essay on the game that really highlights the politics and setting, which are what drew me to it in the first place. Grant and Chris signed this one for me, which was unexpected! I picked up Orc Borg for a friend at the same time.

Thousand Year Old Vampire by Tim Hutchings

The ultimate solo game; how could I resist? You are the titular vampire and you live lifetime after lifetime, trying and failing to hold onto memory. This book is so aesthetically pleasing! Very excited to crack it open and play.

Voidheart Symphony by Minerva McJanda

You have the real world and you have the Void, and you gotta try and rescue people from the Castle in the Void. Inspired by Persona! I'd heard of this one in name only - I kept conflating it with other games, though I couldn't tell you which ones. This one's also published by Rowan Rook & Deckard. I was intrigued by the mechanics of this one. Playbooks that change based on whether you're in the city or in the void? hell yeah, I'll give that a try. (also it was less expensive than Heart, which I was on the verge of buying)

Dream Askew/Dream Apart by Avery Alder and Benjamin Rosenbaum

Dream Askew has you playing queer post apocalyptic survivors in a community outside of what remains of society. Dream Apart is an alternate history of an Eastern European Jewish community. This is one I've been eyeing for a while. It felt like the gap in my game design knowledge - defining "belonging outside belonging" online turns into a cyclical discussion, so straight to the source I went.

CBR+PNK by Emanoel Melo

Technically my partner picked this one up, but I was an enabler for it. Love cyberpunk. Do not love six pages of rules for a machine gun (looking at you, Shadowrun). The design of this one is super tight, both in terms of game design and in its packaging/materials design. It comes with dry erasable character pamphlets!

Bang: The Duel by Emiliano Sciarra

Okay so it's a board game, not a book. my bad. I love the original game and my partner and I like playing two player games, so this was a fun find.

Void 1680 AM by Ken Lowery

I can't gush about this game enough. You play a lonely radio DJ taking calls from your listeners. It's a solo game where you build a playlist and it takes me back to my radio days! I was so excited to see this at the @indiepressrevolution booth at the con!

Hunt by Spencer Campbell

This one was also new to me, but I knew I'd buy something at the GilaRPGs booth. I was sold on it as Lumen 2.0, because I already adore the Lumen system. You play a doomed order of knights on a quest to slay a beast. If you succeed, the order is saved, and if not, it's doomed. The design of this one is really tight and modular, so even though it's a self-enclosed one-shot, you could certainly run it repeatedly with different combos every time.

I almost bought so many games, but I did have to be mindful of my spending! Honorable mentions I'll hopefully get in the future: Monster of the Week, Thirsty Sword Lesbians, Into the Wyrd and Wild, Anamnesis, Slayers, Moonlight on Roseville Beach, Cowboys with Big Hearts, Signal to Noise, I Have the High Ground, Apocalypse Keys, and more I'm sure I'm forgetting!

It was absolutely wild to see so many games I've got in PDF in print, and to meet a few designers and publishers I admire!

#the lady rambles #gencon 2023 #perhaps someday i'll shake the feeling of being completely out of my depth

[callipraxia]

Just spent about half an hour working out my answer to the question, "so, if I were to regard the plot of Gravity Falls as part of a chess game played to put Bill in check...who would fill all of the roles?" Because this is obviously a sensible use of my time after midnight...Plus, by sheer coincidence, I actually have sixteen characters who can logically compose Team Good Guys! To demonstrate, with explanations below the cut now that I know how those work on this site:

Pawns: Filbrick, Caryn, Shermie, Shermie's wife/girlfriend/whoever Shermie had a kid with, Dipper and Mabel's parents, Robbie, and Pacifica.

Knights: Dipper and Wendy

Bishops: Fiddleford and Gideon

Rooks: Stan and Soos

Queen: Mabel

King: Ford

Those last two should not be read as implying any weird ships, because...ew. Rather, it's all in how their actions correspond to the relevant pieces/the fact that they are in fact arguably both ex-royalty (Ford's the ex-king of the Finger Dimension, one could interpret Jeff the Gnome's comments as meaning that Mabel was, briefly and on a technicality, Queen of the Gnomes before she busted out the leaf blower). As for the more relevant bits:

The information in Ford's head makes him a vital piece for Team Good Guys: if Bill extracts said information, the game's over. Ford is also very limited in his options (the piece can move in any direction, but only one square at a time) and is just as easily trapped into check by his own pieces - it's his attachment to Dipper and Mabel which nearly allowed Bill to pull off a ‘smothered mate’-like situation.

Mabel is a strong piece with a very respectable track record of violence toward Bill. She can also move in any direction in a very literal way (grappling hook!) and this ability is what gives her uncles time to execute the twin switch which 'won the game.' On which note...

I think I read that it's different now (full disclosure, I'm a lousy chess player), but at one point in the history of the game, castling rules allowed an unmoved King to swap places with one of his unmoved Rooks. The Rooks, meanwhile, are moving buildings that flatten pretty much all in their path. Seemed like a description anyone Stan ever punched would agree with. Soos could go here or as Knight II; I stuck him here because he takes over the same role as Stan at the end of the series (plus, you know it would make him so happy).

If Soos is with the Rooks, then Dipper and Wendy become the Knights. Look at them in Weirdmageddon I! And in general (Dipper was pretty much born not moving the same way as anyone else in the game: ‘ladder shoes’, anyone?), but in that episode, when the two of them work together, they go from "surviving out here, which is already impressive and indicative of unusual skills" to "have decimated Bill's ground forces by flipping Gideon and are gearing up to take on a magic trap directly." Plus, Wendy customarily carries an axe; if she wanted to, she could go very medieval on folks.

Speaking of medieval (sort of) - our Bishops, Fiddleford and Gideon. Aside from both being at least religion-adjacent in supplementary materials (Gideon reads Preacher's Digest and behaves like a televangelist, Fiddleford is specifically stated to make the sign of the cross when he steps over a grave), they also fit well enough with the incomparable Terry Pratchett's description of the role in chess: "Bishops move diagonally. That's why they often turn up where the kings don't expect them to be." Certainly both Fiddleford and Gideon end up in places Bill didn't expect them to be, and they both go the long way about accomplishing their goals, too, preferring manipulation and ranged tech (robots, science guns, proxies, etc.) to direct confrontations, though they will if they must and may well show slightly disturbing glee while they’re about it - rather like the mace-wielding bishops of yore, no?

Which just leaves our eight pawns: Filbrick, Caryn, Dipper and Mabel's parents, one set of Dipper and Mabel's grandparents, Robbie, and Pacifica. The first six fit the role well: they are the 'front line' which made initial moves (had kids, raised kids, screwed said kids up something awful on occasion) and allowed the more powerful pieces to 'develop' long enough to get to Weirdmageddon/have the mental health issues that create their circumstances at that time. Pacifica's season two arc also makes her fit nicely into the role of Promoted Pawn: at first, she may compete for everything as the 'face' of the Northwest family, but she has so little real power of her own that she is cowered by a bell. Later, though, after fighting her way through Lilliputtians and aiding in the capture of a Category 10 ghost, she breaks the bell conditioning and saves the town. During the endgame, she is in the right place at the right time to first get the sweater Mabel made her and then to realize it meant she was part of the Destiny Circle. I'd say she made it to the other end of the board.

And then there's Robbie. Who I just stuck in here because he wasn't cool enough to be Knight II and nothing else fit at all. Sorry, Robbie.

#gravity falls #chess metaphors #extended metaphors #symbolism #having too much fun with faux symbolism #it's for a fic in progress #I should go to bed #did I once read this was a micro-blogging site...? #Pines family #stan twins #stanford pines #stan pines #dipper pines #mabel pines #soos ramirez #fiddleford mcgucket #gideon gleeful #wendy corduroy #pacifica northwest #robbie valentino #minor characters

[stormgardenscurse]

Familiarity (Pomefiore Manor AU)

You find yourself in a picturesque, fairytale-like setting, destined to be forgotten by time.

This is a general AU, not much romance involved!

With no memory of how you arrived here (the same kind that might inflict one in a dream), you find yourself before an isolated manor surrounded by the forest.

It’s odd, but as you start to explore the empty building there is a sense of comfort that comes to you. Was the environment familiar to you somehow? Or is it in the way that while there are no signs of people living here, the place seems well-maintained, as if frozen in time.

Eventually you encounter three figures that may be described as the ‘guardians’ of this manor. They are spirits capable of magic, and were manifested into existence from different items around the home.

Epel is one that often hangs around the gardens. Intricate arrangements of flowers decorate the outside of the building, and a fountain is situated in the centre where translucent stones in the water create dancing colours in the afternoon light.

He was more soft spoken during your first encounter (something about a rule of giving graceful first impressions), but eventually as the days pass by he, as well as the other two spirits, opens up more about himself.

You learn that Epel came from the first apple tree that bore fruit at the residence. Though his consciousness is independent of said tree, he would always speak fondly about the knights that used to hang out and liven up the place. It’s just too bad that by the time he manifested, there were no longer horses in the stables.

Epel explains that he not only makes sure the plants here flourish, but also that the animals living nearby wouldn’t infiltrate the manor and harm its visitors. You complimented him about how the songbirds seem comfortable with him, but he mentions that before he arrived (being the youngest of the three), Rook and Vil too were loved by the woodland creatures nearby.

When you ask Vil about this, he relays that actually, the deer have always been a bit more wary of Rook compared to the other animals. After all, he wouldn’t really try to hunt birds, and rabbits have always looked cuter when they played with Epel.

The first time you saw Vil in the manor, you’d only managed to get a glimpse of his silhouette at the balcony of the master’s quarters. In its glory days it was a place the owner turned into their office-slash-bedroom. Gossip from Epel and Rook tells you that Vil was manifested from the ornate mirror that hung there, and was able to watch the owner’s struggles and joys throughout their life here.

He would tell you stories of those that used to live in the manor when you asked, styling your hair as he spoke; from the maids and butlers to the knights and noble family, his memories of them would come to life with his magic, trailing into the forms of the characters as they reenacted the scenes he described.

When Rook isn’t busy securing the safety of the manor during his patrols, he actually tends to hang around the library quite often.

You’d thought it was because of the many windows and sunlight that poured in during the morning, giving it a fairytale-like view; but while you weren’t completely wrong, Rook delightedly asks if you’d like to learn the other reason, before leading you between the bookshelves to introduce his favorite novels and scripts.

“Did you know the mirror in the master’s quarters was purchased from a prestigious theater group? The lead actor was said to have put up a fight against selling it!”

…You don’t know how much of that is true, but the idea of Vil’s source having such a decorated history does feel quite in-character. Vil is quick to shoot back with Rook’s own origins however, pointing out that he was from the bow and quiver of the master’s favored warrior. On days where the weather was nice, they would venture out to hunt together on horseback.

You would ask Epel if his apple tree actually turned out to be a rare, magical species that said favored warrior managed to obtain the seeds for, but honestly speaking he had no clue either. With Rook being the only one that could possibly know the truth, the both of you cap that as a mystery that will never be solved.

Vil never claims what his work in the manor is, but one day you come across him wandering through the hallways, every step seeming to extend his magic to his surroundings and giving them back their shine and color. In Rook’s words, Vil is one that tries to maintain the beauty that they all remembered the manor to be - and so all their efforts were to keep their home bright.

Though you have to admit; helping them record the history and happenings of the manor to add to the library is starting to infect you with their love of the manor too. It's hard to believe that just a few weeks ago, you were only a traveler that stumbled upon this gem.

Even spirits like them need to have fun once in a while - so if that means you are to join in their tea times or walks around the gardens, who are you to decline?

#twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twst pomefiore #epel felmier #vil schoenheit #rook hunt #twst imagines #twst writing #twst platonic #well it can be read as both /p and /r depending on how you want to enjoy it #will post a more normal hc set tmr 💜 #storm writings

[symphonic-scream]

⭐️ for persona 5 aus?

Gotcha!

Okay since you gave me a star and asked for P5 and I've gotten a feel for the kind of AU's you like based on when I see you in my notes (HI BESTIE!!), I'm bringing back my first ever arcana swap

And for the first time ever, I'm gonna talk about the Beta Version

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It all started with Chariot Makoto and Lovers Haru. I'd just read an unfinished fic with Lovers Makoto and World Haru, and well, I wanted to try something like that

At first it was a Fool Futaba, so it was goober first year with their only friends being the gayass third years. Magician Akira, for the hilarity of sassy cat

Yusuke became the Fool when I got attached to the idea of Yusuke and Haru being friends, from another fic again. This one had them get legally married to give Yusuke groceries before staging a divorce. So. Foolsuke

Cap, my bestie, of course suggested the brilliance of Devil Akira, so. I needed a new Magician, someone to be the straight man to the chaos I'd created. So, Goro

Anyways that's the history of it lemme go off a bit

So it's Foolsuke, his Thief name is Jester. He's not as strong of a personality as Joker, but he makes up for it with his drama, his poses, his long speeches of Justice and Rebellion. He wears the Shujin uniform normally for the most part, but his blazer is always open

Magician Goro is a bird in the real world, but human in the Metaverse. His Thief name is Crow, though his bird form is a robin. He has the prince outfit Goro has in P5, and instead of the Monabus, there's a white limo, a bird emblem on the hood

Chariot Makoto is tired of being told how to feel, what to do, how to live. She's stepping out of her sister's shadow, since she's already been cast out after lies spread by a certain teacher. Top grades, low attendance, leather jacket and uniform pants. Her Thief name is Knight, and at the end of the day, she's perhaps a little too self-sacrificial

Lovers Haru feels alone for so long. When her dad calls, it feels like he's not really listening. Would he even believe her, if she told him about how a certain teacher treats her? She's tired of not standing up for herself, but to gather the courage, she just needs someone, anyone, to hear her call for help. Or, for her to witness an extreme... Her Thief name is Eros, and she hates seeing good people hurt

Emperor Futaba has been lied to her whole life. She thinks her foster father Madarame is a good man, who just needs a hand with programming sometimes. She thinks her mom died naturally. She thinks she doesn't need anyone else in her life. Only when forced to witness the bloody truth, does the rage within burst free. Python, that's her thief name. She'll make sure those that cloud the horrible truth are paid what they're due

Priestess Hifumi plays Shogi, attends student council meetings to improve her reputation, and trusts her mother isn't up to anything. Then, weird things happen to the students around her, and the nicer items in her home disappear. Kaneshiro's strings control Shibuya like a puppeteer, and it takes her too long to see the strings lying across the Shogi board, pulling at her peers and mother. She goes by Rook. A great planner, she's more than eager to prove she earned her wins after all

Hermit Ryuji lies awake, remembering the smell of booze, the shouts of a bastard man, the pained scream of his mom. He feels the phantom pains where his right leg used to be, and is now a stump that ends at the knee. On good days, he streams video games, with a digital avatar. On bad days, he can't forget that he's the reason his mom isn't around. He asks for help from people he's never met, and opens up for the first time since Tae Takemi first took him in. Compass guides them from his floating ship, his prosthetic a cool ass pirate peg, and he feels helpful when he shoots canonball boosts at his friends

Empress Ann is the face of teenage beauty, both in Europe and Japan. She, hates the flashing cameras. Her parents are up to something behind the flashes, and she's ignored it for too long. Though, her deadline approaches fast. They want to scurry back to Europe, take Ann from school and have their doll of a daughter model for the highest bidder there, escaping their sins in Japan. Ann becomes Puma, a thief who wants to bring back the passionate parents she remembers

Justice Yuuki shoots two palace leaders. His podcast is toxic, and his audience grows by the day. Behind the scenes, he's an attack dog, a chain wrapped around his neck, held tight by Shido. He tricks the Thieves, has them call him Gamma. On November 20, he looks Yusuke Kitagawa in the eyes and pulls a trigger

Faith Kasumi Sumire is a dancer. She's a Shujin for ballet, moving with such grace and delicate passion that she's destined for greatness. Only, something's wrong... But that's not a big issue, Dr Maruki is helping her recover after she lost her sister.

Kasumi makes a decision. Puts away the glasses that don't help her, ties up her brown hair. When the Thieves ask her what she wants them to call her, she answers with Scarlet

Okay I'm sorry about the long paragraphs here's some little bits for the other arcana

Hierophant is Tae Takemi, with her experimental coffee shop, and her adopted son

Fortune Shinya. He stands in the shadows at the arcade, tossing a few coins. Says he knows a way to change your future. He never messes up the script given to him by his mom's strange boyfriend.

Strength Morgana. He starts human, and when he finds himself again, he becomes Monster Cat

Hanged Man Kawakami. She got into some bad stuff after believing she led to a kid's death

Death Lavenza is a recent med school grad, who's younger sisters call themselves drug dealers, when really they just help Lavenza with some basic pharmaceutical stuff

Temperance Sae. A teacher, who didn't believe her sister over her coworker. She feels like a failed teacher, and failed sister

Devil Akira! He runs the school newspaper, known as the Tea Party, it's. Unofficial. He hangs out at the gay bar, Crossroads

Tower Kaoru Iwai. He posts an ad looking for a high schooler to teach him how to be more sociable. He says it's to get girls, but he's building up the courage to try to reach out to his dad

Star Yoshida. He sits in the park, playing chess with anyone who will sit and talk with him. He has many regrets, and honestly just wants to meet someone who will talk with him

Sun Ohya. A reporter who feels like she's lost her voice, doing what she's been told, not reporting what she believes. Teaches Yusuke better ways to phrase his wording and shit

Moon Shiho! Local discord mod notices the weird kids in her class being extra weird, and decides to be their social media manager. She's the one that asks them to help save their Empress, her girlfriend

Judgement Sojiro. Still working as, an agent of sorts, he's highly trained in interrogation. He feels weird about using his skills on a high schooler...

I love this swap so much,, I miss you Chaos Arcana Swap

#chaos arcana swap #chaos swap #arcana swap

[martuzzio]

Medieval 141 AU Ideas

This is a huge work in progress but here's the ideas I have for this so far! Feel free to send me an ask if you have any thoughts or ideas of your own :D

I made a tag for this AU so it's easier to follow everything

In general, there's some sort of war brewing (with who? No idea) because you can't have a Medieval knight AU without some sort of impending doom. Ghost and Soap start as enemies and eventually fall in love

Soap: Head Knight (aka Captain) of the King’s Guard, the youngest knight ever to hold the position. Dreamed of being a knight as a child. He lives in the castle with the rest of the Guard and hangs out with Roach and Gaz when he can, which is less and less now with the war approaching. His horse Brèagha ("Beautiful") absolutely gets way too many carrots and sugar cubes from him

Ghost: Infamous mercenary with a long list of kills. He was paid to assassinate Soap to cripple Price's operation and kickstart the war but Soap's charm wins him over instead. I don't know what his horse is named but it's either something endearing (like "Sweetheart") or incredibly stupid (like "Sir-Bites-A-Lot-Explosion-Murder"). Totally falls in love with Soap first but is too chicken to say anything about it so he just follows Soap and the other knights around like a lost puppy

Price: King of... whatever the kingdom is called (either England or a made up country). Always busy, always tired. Loves his crazy found family of knights and killers and academics. Adopted Gaz when he was a boy

Gaz: Price's adopted son and heir to the throne. Enjoys running drills with Soap and Roach more than sitting for his history lessons. Best friends with Roach because they pretty much grew up together

Laswell: An advisor in the King's Court, like a Prime Minister-level person who works alongside Price. Super well respected and loved by the people because she's awesome :D

Roach: Another knight in Price's Guard. Mute, communicates with sign language. Has been Gaz's personal knight (and best friend) since forever. Orphan vibes

König: A knight from another kingdom sent to Price as a sort of exchange/show of good will. Was an executioner in the past (sniper's hood -> executioner's hood) because he was tall/strong enough to physically subdue the prisoners. Carries around an axe instead of a sword

Alejandro: ??

Rudy: ??

Graves: Either a knight in Price's Guard or an advisor in his Court that betrays them for the enemy kingdom

Shepherd: King of the other kingdom they're at war with

Other knights: Nikolai, Yuri, Poet, Meat, Toad, Archer, Zach, Chemo, Merlin, Royce, Peasant, Worm, Scarecrow, Rook, Ozone

#call of duty #medieval 141 lore #call of duty ghost #call of duty soap #call of duty price #call of duty gaz #call of duty laswell #call of duty roach #call of duty Konig #call of duty Alejandro #call of duty Rodolfo #call of duty graves #call of duty shepherd