#one of the few royal couples which is healthy

[laurasimonsdaughter]

“Alright! Let’s just quickly go over your answers to our questionnaire in your application.”

As far as job interviews went, this one was rapidly moving up the list of utterly strange ones. For starters this was the fanciest office he had ever been in, and this was supposed to be an animal sanctuary. The amount of decorative pillows piled onto the chair he was currently trying to sit on would have been more appropriate for a lounge in a posh hotel.

The sanctuary manager – at least that’s how she had introduced herself – peered at the printed sheets of paper.

“So you have experience with animal handling?”

“During several internships, yes.”

“Wonderful. And horticulture?”

“I know how to keep a healthy habitat.”

“Excellent. And do you have any siblings?”

There it was, barely three questions in and already off the deep end. “Yes, three.”

The woman fixed two keen, dark eyes on him. “Three including you?”

“No, three besides me. I’m the second oldest, if that matters.”

“Ah! That’s alright then, Second of four, very good.”

By now he was looking at the manager with unrestrained wonder, eyebrows almost disappearing under his fringe.

“Well that all seems to be in order, just one more question—are you comfortable?”

He faltered, blinking. “I...well, to tell you to truth this chair could do with a few less pillows.”

To his amazement the manager’s face lit up with genuine delight. “Oh that is very good to hear. I do apologise for all that nonsense, but there’s rules against asking people about the circumstances of their birth, you know. Here, let me.”

He got to his feet, still rather stunned, and watched how the manager removed three pillows and, from underneath them all, a small green pea from his chair.

“There we are! Now, we’d be very glad to have you, you certainly meet all our qualifications, and I assure you we offer excellent terms and benefits. You clearly have plenty of experience with amphibians and birds, but you will need some on the job training, because apart from the usual frogs, swans and ravens, we also have clients in some of the rarer categories.”

“Clients? I thought this was an animal sanctuary,” he stammered.

“It most certainly is! Except our residents have not always been animals.” The manager smiled meaningfully. “You’d be surprised just how many people, especially royals, decide they would rather stay enchanted.” She looked a little embarrassed for a moment. “Which is of course exactly why I need to take certain precautions with my employees, you understand.”

He was pretty sure he did not at all understand, but he wasn’t about to admit that now. “Right.”

She peered at him again. “I do still need you to promise me not to fall in love with any of them.”

“Why on earth—”

“It’s happened before,” she said gravely. “We also have a couple of private parks, with a more human enclosure, I mean house, because we do get the occasional beastification.” She shook her head. “The last person we hired, well, our client was kind enough not to file an official complaint, on account of the whole finding his true love thing, but it was really very embarrassing.” He sat very still for a moment. “So, how many of those are there?”

“Beasts? Only two at the moment, since that unfortunate incident.”

“And your other...residents?”

“Hmm lets see, seven swans and seven ravens, three frogs, a stag, a hind, a fox and a bear. Well, and the cat, but she’s an exception, she lives in our head quarters and mostly looks after herself.” She gave him a rather worried look. “I haven’t scared you off, have I?”

He gave her a weak smile. “You promised me five weeks paid time off, so no you haven’t. But I am going to need some more information.”

“Wonderful,” she sighed. “In that case, let’s start with giving you a tour.”

#urban fantasy #urban fantasy professionals #laura drabbles #fairy tales #this one is a little rough still but it needed to get out there

[richmond-rex]

Hi! You think arthur wasn't premature? Do you think he was planned ?

Hi! Sorry for taking so long to reply! Honestly, I'm unsure whether Arthur was carried to term or genuinely premature. I've been meaning to make a poll about it because imo this is such an interesting speculation. The arguments in favour and against Arthur being premature would be, in general lines:

Arguments in favour:

Elizabeth of York seems to have been sick during her pregnancy. Preparations had been made for her arrival at York for the king's northern progress but she did not go. After her labour, she definitely became sick (she had an 'ague', as the herald recorded). Hyperemesis gravidarum could explain Elizabeth's sickness and possible preterm delivery.

The Earl of Oxford, one of Arthur's godparents, arrived late for Arthur's christening ceremony, delaying for a couple of days. If Arthur was born premature it could explain why Oxford had not made his way yet to Winchester by the time of his godchild's birth.

Henry VII was famously prudent, which was also talked about during his lifetime, and that might have hindered any premarital relations. He went to great lengths to have all the necessary marriage dispensations and to have his marriage formally recognised by parliament as a state necessity. Given the whole context of past accusations of illegitimacy against royal heirs, it would be out of character for him to risk having his heir born before they could get a papal dispensation and undergo a formal public wedding ceremony. Henry himself declared to the papal legate that 'he cannot fulfil such desire [marriage] without obtaining canonical dispensation'.

Arguments against:

Arthur was described as a 'fair prince and large of bones' at his birth. Being described as a big baby does not sound like someone who was born before his term. His parents waited a few days for his baptism thanks to Oxford's late arrival so they definitely thought him healthy enough to risk the possibility of him dying before getting him the sacrament. At that time, babies who died before baptism were considered unable to go to Heaven, and many hasty baptisms were performed by midwives soon after the child's delivery if their health was considered to be in danger. The herald who registered the proceedings of Arthur's birth and christening never once did mention that Arthur arrived early or that Elizabeth of York 'was delivered suddenly', like she was said to have the last time she gave birth (1503).

In medieval England, betrothals could be as binding as an actual marriage. Elizabeth of York was described as Henry VII's 'wife' since December 1485 and seems to have moved into the Palace of Westminster around that time, that is, they started cohabitating from then on. It's possible they became husband and wife in practical terms after a declaration of intention to marry followed by consummation (marriage per verba de praesenti).

Although Henry VII made sure to get all the necessary papal dispensations (3), the fact is that he did not wait for the arrival of all three dispensations and quickly married Elizabeth after the arrival of the first one — only two days later, in fact. Did they rush to get a public wedding because they had already been living as husband and wife? Did they do it because they feared Elizabeth could already have been pregnant at that time? Why couldn't they wait until March/April when the other dispensation, signed by the Pope himself this time, arrived?

The papal representative that gave them their first dispensation arrived in England in January. It's possible they already knew about his arrival back in December and knew that they could quickly get their first dispensation through him (they certainly did prepare for his audience), so cohabitating (and everything else it entailed) would not be as risky and imprudent of them as we might think nowadays. Alternatively, the papal legate might have already been in England by December but could only hold an audience in January once Advent/Christmastide was over.

Henry VII's prudence aside, they might have simply had the hots for each other. Thomas Stanley declared at the papal audience that he often heard Elizabeth and Henry talking together about their marriage ('often and at divers times treating and communing of and about a marriage to be contracted between them') and that Elizabeth had 'great and intimate love and cordial affection' for Henry. Stanley was the only witness to cite Elizabeth's love and affection when questioned, so it does not read as an argument line that was agreed upon between all the witnesses before the audience. Interestingly, in the ballad The Most Pleasant Song of the Lady Bessy, Thomas Stanley is portrayed as Elizabeth's trusted friend. Similarly, the Earl of Nottingham, who claimed to have known Henry for twenty years, was the only one to cite Henry's 'singular love which he bears to her'. The pregnancy calculator sets Arthur's full-term conception as 29 December-4 January, so could Arthur have been a Christmas/New Year's celebration baby, conceived during a time when court etiquette was particularly lax and the mood particularly festive?

This is all I can think now but there might be other arguments either in favour or against the theory. I've been meaning to read a new biography of Arthur Tudor recently published whose author seems to think Arthur truly was premature, so I'm curious to know why he thinks that. Of course, the theory that Arthur was premature does carry a certain weight. Every argument against it can be refuted, including for example, the idea that Arthur would have looked small on the day of his birth (20 September 1486) if he was conceived exactly on their parents' wedding night — he would only be a week short of his full time, then. If he was conceived later, though, he would have been even more premature. It's difficult to say.

#ask #anon #arthur tudor #henry vii #elizabeth of york

[fluffyselfships]

hey guys! i know yall have been waiting for this for a few days and im proud to say that i finally have the whole timeline/backstory for bunny and i's adventure time ship lore sorted out!!!

so im proud to present our lore in extreme detail, its kinda rambly and very long!!

for yalls sake, im putting it under a read more 💀

kitty note: a lot of at’s canon events still happen, most of canon resides in the past, betty never comes back, so golb is never summoned. islands happens but no humans come back to ooo in fear of vampires, which are still an issue since marceline isnt alive either (referring back to the fact wk has ice marcy, implying something bad happened to her). some other canon events happen later on, so the timeline compared to ats is all over the place lol 😭 this has nothing in common with the f&c canon outside of the bare bones

for colored quotes, pink are for kitty, bold purple is for bonbon, blue for the wk and red for bunny :)

ik/wk gets ahold of the crown & puts it on in front of betty

betty doesnt get summoned to the present, she moves on after leaving simon

ik/wk meets marcy & has her for a couple of years before passing away (either due to the radiation from the gmw or due to the oozers that came from the radiation)

the original ice kingdom builds up around 500 years after gmw

kitty becomes princess of the stuffie kingdom about 700 years post-mushroom war

they meet princess bubblegum during a princess day celebration

this one is hosted in the breakfast kingdom

they get along famously during this princess day meeting & become fast friends

kitty meets ik/wk due to his princess kidnapping tendencies

kitty, once settled into his ice cell, informs him that theyre a lesbian

ik apologizes & they end up talking about girls until they get rescued

kitty & ik’s relationship mirrors marcy and simons post i remember you

BIG father/daughter type bond

after 150 years of friendship, kitty & pb persue a romantic relationship

their relationship is pretty healthy to begin with while both of their kingdoms are in infancy (725 years post gmw)

after ~200 years, theres a communication breakdown between the two of them, leading to their breakup

it takes a good amount of time before the two of them get back together- koo’s election still happens & she loses the ck for a while, which allows for their reunion to happen

bella noche gets summoned & ice king becomes simon again

this is the first time kitty gets a glimpse of who ik truly is

this, obviously, is an eye opener for them & they want to help ik gain his lucidity once more

kitty takes betty’s place in punching bella noche

marcy, as stated before, has passed & hambo is long gone, which prevents simon from creating the portal to apologize to betty

after bella noche’s defeat and kitty’s discovery, they ask bonnie for help in their quest to fix/cure the ik

bonnie agrees & offers to do some preliminary research on ik’s crown while kitty is away on royal business

bonnie uses the machine from “broke his crown”

ice king comes along with gunter

while ik and bonnie are using the machine & preoccupied, gunter is bored & starts pressing any and every button on the machine

this causes the machine to overload and explode

this accident transfers the curse of the crown from ik to bonnie via electric shock (from the explosion)/magic (the explosion malfunctions ik’s crown & the curse is transferred)

bonnie has amnesia from the crown curse

kitty returns from royal business and cant find ik anywhere and finds bonnie’s lab destroyed

kitty comes across bonnie, now bonbon, first

“…trying out a new look bonbon?”

“who’s bonbon? who are you? how did you get in here?”

bonbon is kind of aggressive, her mental state is adjusting to the curse

kitty, freaked out, goes in search of the ik, who is now the winter king

they finally come across wk while searching deep in the newly-forming winter kingdom

they ask him what happened & he genuinely has no idea what happened exactly, but offers to use his newfound conscious thought to help figure things out

kitty thanks him & they return back to their own kingdom

over the course of the next six months, kitty tries to adjust to bonbon’s changes & tries to help her remember

bonbon shows no interest in kitty, as the curse’s infatuation sets her sights on wk

kitty tries (and fails!) to ignore this & they try to help bonbon regain her memories

“i just got you back and ive lost you again” energy

kitty approaches wk & tells him that theyre going to be leaving to find a cure for bonbon’s madness & they werent sure when they would return

kitty’s sibling becomes the main one in charge in their absence & it stays this way

they lose touch with the wk after some time, leading him to believe they might be injured or worse- dead

kitty spends ~7.5 decades looking for a magic cure where both wk can continue to be wk and bonbon can turn back to normal to no avail

kitty meets magic man outside of the wastelands of ooo, where he promises to help in exchange for a favor

he’s still trying to steal glob/gob/grob/grod’s residual powers

the process malfunctions due to an interruption & magic mans powers transfers to kitty, making them magic woman

for the remaining 25 years before they return, they do intensive and obsessive magic studies in order to find a cure

they also occasionally watch bonbon from afar, watching the candy kingdom be rebuilt & just seeing how she’s doing

it is very painful for them but they miss her so much that they cant help themselves sometimes

bunny, age 24 by the time the 100 years have passed, meets winter king while assisting the ice scouts with another one of cq’s kidnappings

bunny is related to finn since josuha treated being an adventurer like a family business, so the tradition carries

impressed by their skill, wk appoints bunny to be his personal body guard due to their skill with a sword

since theyre always together, wk and bunny get to know each other rather quickly & become fast friends, bonding over magic and science

after some time, wk finds himself falling for bunny and he is not shy about those feelings in the slightest

he constantly flirts with them & makes it known that he likes them

bunny is oblivious + has had a crush on wk by this point anyway

wk takes bunny to some royal business & they get stressed out by all the people there/feeling like they dont belong due to the fancy event

wk takes bunny aside and gives them a pep-talk, a sweet one at that

“i wouldnt have invited you if i didnt think you wouldnt belong”

his hand is gently sliding towards theirs, interconnecting their fingers

“i brought you as my date for a reason..”

bunny.exe has stopped working

they confess their feelings to each other & they spend the rest of the event away from everyone, talking the night away.

wk and bunny enter a romantic relationship

two years pass & wk needs to go to wizard city, bunny accompanies him

the two run into kitty, causing a whole mess of emotions to run through wk- not good ones

kitty starts coming around more & becomes friends with bunny

kitty’s sudden reappearance is stirring up a lot of bad memories, thoughts & feelings with wk. despite this, the two are slowly rekindling a friendship

due to the bad feelings, wk is pulling away from bunny & is drowning himself in his work, this is a slow process, it takes a few weeks before bunny says anything

the stress of emotions is reaching to the point where he’s starting to see so much of betty in bunny & its scaring him

not to mention he’s feeling guilty about something…👀

during wk’s slow pull-back, bunny and kitty are venting to each other about their respective issues

my sona reveals that bonbon wasnt always the way she was & tells the story from their own perspective

bunny, having no idea this ever happened, decides to confront wk about his distance & why he never told them that he knew what was wrong with bonbon

during this confrontation, wk finally breaks down and reveals to bunny everything about what has happened & his thoughts

“you remind me so much of her..”

he also reveals the fact that there is a cure for bonbon’s madness that he discovered during kitty’s absence, but the caveat is that he would become the ik again. theres no way to be fully rid of the curse.

“are you ever going to tell kitty?”

“no. ive worked so hard for what ive had & i dont want to lose it.”

“but you really should, its unfair to them to hold onto hope that isnt th-“

“im not telling them!” he snaps at them

after he snaps at bunny, they decide that they need to think about things for a while & they spend the next few months in the magic man house with kitty

at some point during this period, kitty decides to go on a date with bonbon, mirroring bespoken for

rather than getting angry and frustrated like betty, they get progressively more upset and sad

during their breakdown, they reveal to bonbon that they used to date

bonbon later thinks about this & it begins the crowns obsession/infatuation slow shift from wk to kitty

this date doesn’t go well & kitty ends it early

bunny’s sona is the one to give the tiny manticore speech

“maybe you're going after someone who doesn't exist anymore. why not take her as she is? after all, you’ve been through a lot of changes yourself”

kitty takes bunny’s speech to heart & they think it over, but not immediately

on wk’s side of things, he is miserable and alone & wants nothing more than to apologize to bunny

he seeks out kitty, who takes him to the magic man house

he apologizes profusely

“i never meant to push you away.. ive just spent so long trying to avoid these feelings that i ended up exploding. i’m horrible at dealing with negative emotions, but i want to work on it for you. i am so sorry, bunny”

bunny, after hearing his apology, forgives him & they return back to the winter kingdom with wk

bunny & the winter king, once reunited, try and figure out a way to tell kitty that there is a cure to bonbon’s madness in a way that they wont freak out/blow up/snap

during this time, kitty comes back bonbon to give their date another shot, apologizing for how abruptly it ended last time

they end up having a simple spaghetti dinner & kitty realizes they have more in common now then they did 100 years ago

this date goes well & they continue to go on dates, falling in love with each other all over again

bunny and wk finally find a way to tell kitty that there is a cure but it would reverse everything in wk

my sona, interrupts them before they can say more than “we found a cure-“ and tells the two that they dont want to fix bonbon anymore & that things finally feel the way they should now, ending my sona’s arc

the four of them can finally relax & enjoy life once more & they all become close friends once more :3

#long post #a lot of this is rambly i am so sorry #some smaller stuff is still being worked out but this is the bigger things/timeline of the canon #other stuff might change & evolve too and if it does ill just edit this post lol #🍬🩷 candy buttons 🩷🪡 #❄️winterbun🐰 #selfship #self ship #f/o #mod kitty🐱

[capricioussun]

As always thinking lots abt uf but still on a little bit of a swap kick so I wanted to add a little more context for what I'd mentioned in the Stretch post abt his relationship w/ Blue

So, as per my usual baseline, the royal scientist made Sans first, and then Papyrus. Almost exactly the same. Sans came out well (alive), but unfortunately very frail with slightly unstable magic. Instead of pushing it too much (and what leads to how unswapped Sanses typically gaining the judgement ability), that focus shifted gears to Papyrus, as the corrections made "in utero" (very early days of test tube life) proved sufficient, providing a much more stable and sturdy test subject.

Hence, those experiments were then performed on Papyrus, while a much slower and more thought out approach was taken with Sans. Both became very healthy as they grew, gaining tremendous control over their magic and Papyrus seemingly following in his brother's footsteps of being an absolute powerhouse.

At the time, and even after they left the labs, Blue wasn't fully aware of the extent of experiments done on Stretch. Similar to classic Sans, Blue was incredibly smart from an early age, and took it upon himself to be his brother's caretaker and teacher after [REDACTED], but being a couple of homeless kids didn't exactly make that super easy in the beginning.

Still, with the help of a few kind strangers turned new friends, they slowly got back on their feet...and of course, that was when Stretch began presenting and complaining of strange and worrying symptoms.

Blue and Stretch were always very close from an early age, very similar to the Tale brothers. The prime difference was that Blue had significantly more energy and drive than Sans, which made him a better role model and caretaker to Stretch, and so Stretch never felt that pressure to grow up faster to be the caretaker of his brother the way Rus and Edge did.

So when things changed, and Stretch became more dependent on Blue rather than less, like most other kids going into teendom, even though Blue never really outwardly faltered and did his best to help Stretch through everything, there was a crack in the foundation.

Blue, being a caretaker, teacher, and older brother (along with the standard trait of tending towards secrecy), had that pressure to always be more okay than he actually felt. He had to remain strong for Papyrus, doubly so after he got sick. He couldn't slow down or show weakness or do anything that might make Stretch feel like a burden or a tax on him.

Especially not after Stretch had tried explaining symptoms of the judging ability, and the obvious toll that was starting to take on his mental health. Blue was really all Stretch had, and as Stretch's HP slowly ticked away with every downswing, and never ticked back up, he was terrified of how increasingly susceptible his brother was to Falling Down.

I need to clarify and emphasize that Blue was only around 13-15 when this all started, and 17-20 at its peak. He'd been the primary parent figure to his 5 year younger brother since around the time he was 10, so Blue's entirely life pretty much revolved around taking care of Stretch for his entire childhood. It stands to reason the thought of him Falling being beyond Blue's control was one of his biggest nightmares, because even though others didn't alienate him the way they did Stretch, Stretch was the only person who he really felt a strong connection to, especially after everything they went through together as kids.

They knew things about each other they probably couldn't ever tell anyone else, and Blue had been Stretch's only real family since the day he was "born". Watching Stretch decline over his teen years was a special form a torture that he couldn't ever let Stretch know he was going through. He couldn't put that on him.

That didn't stop Stretch from being able to tell though. Brotherly intuition, knowing each other so well, and of course, the judge, the worst his health became, the more stressed Blue became, and the deeper that sinking pit in Stretch's soul sunk knowing he was the cause of it all.

That's why I'd mentioned Blue's joining the guard being the last straw. He joined when he was around 21, because it paid better than the most of the other meager jobs he’d been spreading himself way too thin to work keeping them afloat, which meant more time to take care of Papyrus.

The thought of his incredibly non-confrontational brother forcing himself into a position where he might have to kill capture a human, deal with rowdy drunks stumbling out of Muffet's at all hours, as well as regularly spar with the captain sent Stretch into a very intense guilt and resentment spiral.

Over the years, the more Blue worried the more Stretch tried to hide from him, but now this tipped the scales and Stretch became determined to do whatever it took to become less useless.

(Another aside, Toriel did not know how young Papyrus was when she offered him the Judge position, as the brothers routinely lied about their ages since they'd had to take care of themselves from such a young age. She suspects they're younger than they say certainly, but she didn't realize he was only 15 ish at the time).

The more Stretch pushed himself, the more practice he got, the better he was at lying and keeping up appearances. And now Blue's own schtick was biting him on the tailbone because even though he worried frequently that Stretch was pushing himself too hard (especially after learning he'd accepted the job from Toriel to act as the Judge), all he could do was try his best to be supportive and encouraging, lest Stretch realize just how stressed out and exhausted he really was all the time.

So, basically, both brothers know the other isn't okay, but they won't talk about it ever because Blue is stubborn as hell and Stretch learned from the best. And by that point, Stretch was becoming a young adult, he could certainly make decisions for himself, right?

Just like the vast majority of my skelebros, they locked themselves into this broken carousel dynamic of always interlocking, never actually meeting, and continuously dancing around the gaping hole in the middle of the room because they both know, if one falls in, the other with dive to catch him, and they may both very well be damned if they take that chance. (They're dumb but also this is what happens when incredibly smart children are forced to raise themselves. They have no idea how to function healthily, only to the best of their ability #sigh #childhoodtraumamoment)

Oh, and one more thing. I would like to add that part of the reason Stretch is so hard on himself is because, back during training at the labs, he was constantly compared to Blue, who exceeded at everything. He was scolded and reprimanded for falling short, and it was rarely ever accounted for that he was five years younger than Blue. This made Stretch feel inferior and frequently doubt his own ability, and gave Blue a strong resentment of [REDACTED], along with a fierce protective streak of Stretch.

Unfortunately the years of trying to unteach Stretch those mindsets were mostly undone by the damage the judge and health issues did (they just proved him right, he really was just a useless failure...)

#hi yeah I'm still on this sorry I think it's out of my system now...maybe #damn being a sickly orphan child really fucks u up rip Stretch fr ✌️ #underswap #us stretch #us blue #underswap papyrus #underswap sans #sun spots

[peaches2217]

how would the bros' royal lovers feel about their post-partum bodies? of course, we all know they'd find peach/peas to still be beautiful no matter what, but would there be a level of self-consciousness there? this is the most wholesome stuff and you're giving me fictional baby fever, too!

Anon, I am so glad you asked! (And welcome to the club! 🥳)

TW: Body dysmorphia and related topics

Peasley doesn’t care. He knows he’s hot shit, no matter what he looks like. He’d dramatically strip naked for Luigi and say some shit like “Behold! This is the body which grew and nurtured our child, divinity itself!” and Luigi would be like “Hell yeah :D ” If anything, Luigi might end up worrying about his own appearance, since he’s normally so well-groomed; he’d lament that his hair and mustache look untidy because he’s just too tired from late nights with the baby to put as much thought as normal into his appearance, and Peasley would assure him that he’s just as handsome now as always.

“I don’t look quite the same as I did this time last year either, you know,” says the guy who, objectively speaking, looks way worse for the wear, “yet I’m still the physical embodiment of perfection. You’re no different, my love.” Luigi is one of the few people Peasley thinks of more highly than himself; there’s very little room for bodily insecurity. 😂

Peach is another story. I headcanon that she has insecurities regarding her body image, though it’s less to do with maintaining a certain physique and more to do with wanting to be healthy and physically capable (y’know that long-ass fic I keep talking about that I’ve got in the works? That’ll be one of the topics it touches on!). She does get self-conscious about her body sometimes during pregnancy, but it’s easily rectified with love and reassurances! Postpartum… not so much.

For whatever reason, the last month of her pregnancy takes a lot out of her, more so than expected, and it takes a few months to really gain her strength and energy back. She spends several weeks more or less confined to her chambers because she’s so frail, and when she tries to go for walks to get some fresh air and exercise, she gets winded and has to go back inside in like half an hour’s time. And by Toadessa’s assessment, there’s nothing they can really do to expedite the healing process — she’s doing everything right and is perfectly healthy otherwise. Some people just take longer to bounce back, and that process is complicated by the energy and resources needed to care for a newborn. The best she can do is rest.

And her frustration with her slow healing process ends up manifesting as frustration with her body as a whole. Like most people postpartum, she’s dealing with extra weight and stretched and sagging skin, and that coupled with the exhaustion of a new parent makes her feel like she’s some sluggish, disgusting creature that’s loathsome to even look at. She keeps expecting to see some sign of it reflected in Mario’s face, a look of pity or maybe even disgust that confirms her suspicions.

It should go without saying that that never happens. Mario knows how she feels, because this has happened before in another context (enter my long-ass wip!), and he knows “You’re still beautiful and perfect and I love you and (respectfully) want you to suffocate me between your thighs” ain’t gonna cut it when she feels so intensely about her body. So what’s a guy to do? Well, he knows it’s less about her physique and more about her vitality, so he helps her in regaining it.

He finds energizing exercises that are postpartum friendly for her to try and then does them with her, or he’ll join her for her walks, or anything else that will naturally build her back up, because she’s much less apt to get discouraged and call it quits when he’s there. It doesn’t matter how much physical activity actually gets done or if they spend more time taking breaks than actually moving. He gets her laughing and talking and thinking about things other than how inadequate she feels, and he makes sure she only pushes herself as far as she can reasonably go, and by the time Peach willfully puts an end to their routines, she already feels a thousand times better. When she feeds and rocks their baby, she spends less time staring in disdain at her figure and questioning how well she can raise a child if she can’t even take care of herself and more time reveling in the joys of motherhood, feeling on top of the world once more, and it’s a welcome change for all involved.

But above all, Mario makes it clear that, whether she becomes the buffest MILF on the planet or whether she wakes up tomorrow and decides she’s perfectly happy with where she’s at right now, he’s going to think she’s beautiful. He doesn’t care what she looks like so long as she’s happy with herself.

“You think my stomach’s finally getting a little flatter?” she asks one night, contentedly flustered beneath his touch.

“I think you look more confident than you ever have,” he tells her.

“You’re dodging the question, Mario.”

“Nope!” He kisses the tip of her nose. “Just focusing on what really matters.”

With time, Peach comes to agree with his sentiment.

#peaches has opinions #mareach #luisley #tw pregnancy #tw body image #tw body dysmorphia

[revedetendresse]

A Strong Love & A Fragile Peace

AU but still in HOTD medieval universe - A Harwin Strong x Fem!Descendant of the Targaryens Reader - All gifs are mine. 

Synopsis: The reign of the Targaryens, your ancestors, brought chaos to the Seven Kingdoms. Your father, King Alessys, is counting on his heir, your sister Alaessa as well as you his second daughter to restore peace as it was centuries ago. Your marriage to Harwin somewhat calmed the tension between the Crown and the people. It was the first marriage where one of the parties was not of royal blood but both parties were marrying of their own free will. A true marriage, one for love. One you father didn't hesitate to use to negotiate with the representatives of the people. 

But as of right now, you couldn't care less about politics or family drama. You and Harwin welcomed a little girl a few days ago and those moments as new parents were precious. 

PSA: Nothing but melting marshmallow fluff, hope you guys enjoy😊

Word count is around 2,3k.

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As an aunt, you had a little bit mocked your older sister of her constant need to know of her children's well-being. Now, as a new mother yourself, you understood, and wished you had been more empathic regarding your sister's new role as a mother. You found those new feelings of constant worry, fierce protectiveness and infinite love overwhelming. 

Waking up from your much needed nap, you got up from the bed, mind still foggy with sleep and wincing from the pain you still experienced from childbirth   – and will for the weeks to come according to the midwives – You walked over to the crib you had insisted be situated on your side of the bed, in front of the filigree iron screen on separating the bedroom from the living space. Panic seized your heart as your eyes fell upon an empty crib. You put the baby down a couple of hours ago and folded the blanket partially over her to keep her warm. The cloth was never put above the babe's waist to assure it wouldn't suffocate her. Once she would start moving around in a few months, the blanket would be removed completely to avoid any accident. Both newborn and blanket were at the present, gone. About to yell for the maids and guards to come in quickly, you started to march for the wooden doors, only to breathe a sigh of relief at the sight of your baby in your husband’s arms. Leaning against the frame of the filigree screen forming the entry to the bedroom, you allowed yourself a moment to calm your racing heart. His presence somewhat took you by surprise.

Being a new father and the King's son in-law didn't release the Lord Commander of the Gold Cloaks of his duty. Which explained why he was currently standing in your shared chambers in his full City Watch regalia complete with the golden cloak strapped on the shoulder. The strongest man in the Seven Kingdoms barking orders at newly assigned soldiers, making them shake in their boots at the eventuality of facing the wrath of the man called Breakbones was undeniably very arousing – You both stopped counting the times  it led to the irresistible thrill of almost being caught whether it was by a member of your family, a maid or a guard. – Nevertheless, Ser Harwin Strong was not to be messed with and Gods help those who had and those who will have the unfortunate experience of the fact firsthand. 

Four days ago now, after three days of barely getting any sleep – at this point in your pregnancy, finding a position to get comfortable was a thing of the past – and very long labors that took most of your strength, you finally held a healthy baby girl to your chest. The first girl amongst your father’s grandchildren as your sister blessed the Crown with three boys. The announcement that the Seven Kingdoms had a new little princess – formally named Laenyra – was met with joy. Family members called her by a nickname, Lyra.

A new princess who seemed very content to be napping in her father's arms for the moment, wrapped in her soft blanket of dark blue and gold pattern. The blue represented House Strong while the gold indicated her belonging to your family, House Raeswell, the last descendants of the Targaryen bloodline. The blanket had been gifted to you by your father King Alessys during your pregnancy. All born into the family possessed their own, with the colors of both houses they belonged in. Your nephews from your sister Alaessa had theirs in grey with a golden pattern, with a different pattern for each. Grey for House Stark since Alaessa’s husband was the King in The North’s third son. Their marriage had been a political one much to Alaessa's regret. Although with time, both your sister and brother-in-law came to care for one another.  

So lost in your thoughts, your husband's voice startled you. 

"With all the visitors you both had earlier, I needed to know everything was alright." he explained, noticing your distress. 

Harwin took to fatherhood like a Targaryen to dragon riding. Naturally and unconditionally. 

"I thought one of the nursemaids took her despite my affirming my choice to do as my mother did. She fed her children herself and I'll do the same with mine." 

"It should be no one's concern but your own.", Harwin lamented with a scold. 

"They judge me like they judged my mother. She was doing what she thought was best and that's also my point of view. I'm bonding with my daughter while giving her what she needs to grow strong." 

Your husband smirked at your obvious pun with his surname. You wiggled your eyebrows in response. 

"You do know you don't have to justify yourself for holding her? You are her father. The only place I'm sure she's safe when she's not in my arms is in yours. I admit I'm amazed she slept through being swaddled in the blanket.", you confessed, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. 

"The lack of acknowledgment of my presence is a bit rude.", he pretended to be hurt. 

His eyes dropped back to Lyra as he spoke to her. 

"I break my oath as Commander of the City Watch to see you and you just continue to sleep."

Receiving no response from the newborn who kept on sleeping undisturbed, he threw you a look. 

"I'm disrespected by my own daughter.", he complained, falsely offended, before a huge smile appeared across his face.

You rolled your eyes, amused. He was too much, really. Lyra was her father's little angel, there was no doubt about that. 

"You might want to adjust your interpretation of disrespect or you'll have a shock in a few years when you find out she's been sneaking out of the Red Keep right under your nose." 

Harwin frowned. 

"Not on my watch." 

You snickered.

"My father believed Alaessa and I would never disobey. It took 10 years before I was caught.", you shrugged, proving your point. 

Harwin couldn't fathom the idea of his daughter doing something that could jeopardize her safety behind his back. 

"You didn't grow up behind those walls, love, that's why the concept of doing something forbidden is foreign to you. All the things people get to experience but you don't…", you clued him in, remembering the good times you had in the City without no one knowing."It's the call of the wild. You want to see what life is really like outside the castle."

"I witness the joys and horrors of the City every day. I want to raise her with the promise that she can trust me with anything, trust my word when I tell her it is no place for a Princess. I want her to know every choice I'll make that she'll disagree with, will be taken in her interest as my priority is to my family, to protect her.", he firmly pledged, stopping his movement. 

You didn't intend for the conversation to turn this serious. It would be years before Lyra would be old enough to test the boundaries the two of you would have put in place. She had just been born, there would be plenty of time to worry about her future. For now, you wanted nothing but joyful and light moments. 

"He protects the city and rocks your children to sleep, Ser Breakbones, baby whisperer." you teased him with a soft smile to try to lighten the mood back to how it was when you woke up. 

It worked as you saw him slightly shake his head in amusement with a bright smile. He went back to his gentle swaying after Lyra whined as she dreamed.

Reassured of your child's safety, you stepped further into the living space and stopped at the table to pour yourself a glass of water, then took a sip as you faced father and daughter, happy to simply be with your family.

“So, what's the verdict? Is our daughter more Strong or more Raeswell?” 

The two of you refused to bulge on your decision not to let everyone meet your daughter on her first day of life. Only a few had been allowed to see the newborn a few hours after her birth ; The King, your sister Alaessa and her husband along with the Lord Hand who also was Harwin's father, Lyonel Strong and Harwin's siblings, his brother Larys and his sisters Jenny and Alyce. The little Princess has been presented to the Council on her third day as protocol required. Today was for extended family. In three days time, she would be presented to the Lords in the Throne Room and to the Kingdom on the White Balcony to follow the tradition of your family. 

“They are split on who she takes after the most but they all agree she does have my eyes.“

"Light blue like the crystal water of the sea in the sunlight." Harwin whispered to his sleeping daughter, tenderly caressing her small cheek with his index finger. Focusing his attention back on you, his expression turned grave. 

“I ran into Laenor on my way here. He told me what happened with your mother's sister."

The whole castle probably heard by now at the speed at which news traveled. It had been a very unpleasant moment. 

"I set the facts straight and I gave orders not to let her around Lyra from now on. End of story.", you said with a snarl. 

You put down the glass with more force than you should have. 

"It's not unheard of for members of royal blood to look down on people they deem inferior to them.", Harwin reminded you. 

Voicing such a thought would be a death sentence around anyone else but as a couple, you both tended to agree on most subjects. Even uncomfortable ones. 

"You did more for this kingdom in the past years than they ever did in their entire life!" You roared, getting more upset by the second. "I will not stay silent while they tarnish my husband's name simply for his blood status and dispute the legitimacy of my daughter's royal title! She is granddaughter to King Alessys, daughter of a Princess of the Seven Kingdoms, a descendant of House Targaryen. Anyone doubting her claim to her title should die by dragonfire on the spot."

You took a few deep breaths to calm yourself down. Yelling would not resolve anything, it would only wake and upset the baby like it did this afternoon. You walked the distance to your husband and reached inside the blanket to caress the back of your daughter's tiny hand with your thumb. Her fingers naturally curled around yours.  

"She's not even a week old and my father is already placing all his hopes on her to strengthen the peace between the Crown and the people. I don't want her to grow up with that burden on her shoulders.", you revealed in a soft voice. 

"She's no political pawn for them to use." Harwin growled as he carefully tightened his hold on the baby. 

"Shielding her from their game is going to require strength, I'm afraid. Strength I don't possess at the moment." 

Harwin let his forehead gently rest against yours. The gesture made you close your eyes and breathe them in. You would recognize your husband's scent anywhere, there was something so primal about it you couldn't describe. Today, the scent of the City clung to his skin whereas the baby had that sweet newborn smell you loved so much. 

"My love, if you find yourself stumbling, lacking strength, take some of mine and make it your own. For my strength, my arms, my heart and my soul are yours. From this day until far beyond the last of my days.", he whispered to you in High Valyrian. 

You let out a small surprised tearful chuckle. 

"You remember…" 

"How could I forget the day I finally became yours?"

On your wedding day, when came the time to say the vows, he surprised you by speaking his in High Valyrian. A language he didn't know. A language only a few still had the ability to read and speak to this day. A knowledge only transmitted to people of Targaryen blood. Harwin went to your sister Alaessa and asked her to teach him his vows in the language as a surprise to you. Valyrian was part of your family's history, it was part of your history, and it would be part of your children's history. Long before that, he learned a few words through the commands you gave your dragon. It proved useful once you were married as he was the only person of non-Targaryen blood who could approach Skyfire. 

"I never entertained the thought of a princess sharing those emotions I tried to silence. So, when you admitted your feelings, I finally could let myself contemplate spending my life at your side." 

Harwin tenderly bumped and nudged your nose with his. 

"Although, you did insult me a few times before we got to that point.", he recalled with a soft laugh. 

"That was before I stopped seeing you as my sworn protector and more as a friend. My father chose you to be my shadow after someone snitched on me, I wasn't going to make things easier for you." 

"The biggest pain in your royal backside you said I was if I remember correctly." 

"That honor of yours was pretty frustrating at times. Surprisingly, it's also what made me fall in love with you…"

You pulled your forehead away from his so you could look into his eyes before leaning back towards him to brush your lips against his in a loving kiss. Harwin's lips moved beneath your own. He didn't let you pull away until you were breathless. 

"I love you…", you murmured as he looked at you with so much adoration and devotion. 

The corner of his mouth turned up in a small content smile and this time, he was the one to initiate the kiss, Lyra still sleeping in his arms and unaware of her parents' tender embrace.

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PS: Thanks again @keirgreeneyes​ for your help ❤️

#Harwin Strong x Reader #Harwin Strong Imagine #HOTD x Reader #HOTD Fics #A Strong Love And A Fragile Peace FF #Now you get why I needed the blanket to be blue

[letsplayballet]

alright, losing my mind about october 3rd in my persona 5 royal replay in 3, 2, 1, go!

first off, this whole thing SUCKS. hearing the vice principle talk about a dead girl and her grieving sister as "wastes of effort" is so infuriating i don't have the words. why is this school the absolute worst (but also why isn't is further out of the realm of possibility)

but onto the important bits that i missed my first run through:

starting off strong is this tasty piece of dialogue, bc that's the problem, isn't it? sumire *isn't* kasumi, even when she thinks she is. she's still anxious and unsure, still unsatisfied with herself to the point of having significant mental health issues (though sumire-as-kasumi is headed towards perfection-seeking overworked burnout, instead of her more typical major depression).

side note: the fact that maruki insists she's better off like this really shows that he thinks about pain and trauma very... shallowly? i guess would be the word? it's very surface level, instant gratification stuff. is she less actively suicidal? yeah! is she actually better? of course not! bc she is *still sumire* and still has those thought patterns and instincts that lead her to that mindset, but instead of having the tools to deal with those thoughts in a healthy manner she has an "i'm happy and perfect :)" mask that she feels she has to live up to. repression isn't healing. maruki do your fucking job challenge.

anyway.

so we get the keywords from her pep talk and a random couple, get sucked into the palace, and hunt her down to find her confronting what you THINK is her dead sister your first run, but is pretty obviously sumire herself on repeat plays:

this dialogue didn't make a lot of sense to me my first run, to the point i forgot it was there, but DAMN does it hit this time. her guilt over her sister's death, her complete inability to face it, is VERY apparent. sumire gets so upset over seeing maruki's cognitive version of her, and you really get the impression that she's not even sure *why* she's so upset. sure, it's her dead "sister", but we've already seen her brush that off pretty easily the first time we went to odiba. and given the headache she gets right after, it's pretty clear the real sumire is close to breaking out of the kasumi mask.

and when the shadow attacks the cognitive sumire, she goes down easy.

which is indicative of something maruki says in the third semester: that he thinks sumire is TOO WEAK to handle her own trauma. that the only way she can live at all, much less happily, is by being someone else entirely. that sumire *doesn't even deserve a chance to try*.

... this is NOT the post for my rant about maruki's god complex and how it undermines any "help" he's supposedly trying to offer, but these images are here just so you know it exists

luckily, sumire is able to fight back:

and i do think this is elements of the actual sumire coming through! i'm not sure if sumire's idealized version of kasumi would be fazed enough by criticism to get angry about it. and we know their promise to each other about gymnastics is important to sumire, especially as the only sister left to fill it. if i'm remembering her third semester confidant stuff right, it seems to be one of the few totally positive memories she has of her sister, even with how much pain constantly being compared to kasumi in gymnastics has brought her.

and these pieces of sumire breaking through the brainwashing are probably why she's able to awaken to a persona, even though she literally has no idea who she actually is (and thus shouldn't be able to confront her true self and get one). ESPECIALLY since her persona references the fact that she's not herself!

i did not manage to grab "if those really are the shoes you've chosen..." but that also applies, as does the fact that her hair comes down for her transformation (the way sumire wears it, instead of kasumi's ponytail) but is put back up by the end.

this got, uh. long. but the point is i love her dearly and maruki can go fuck himself.

#quinn (re)plays p5r #this took longer than i expected it to whoops! #but here's my thoughts #it's a much better twist than i think i gave the game credit for initially? well foreshadowed and executed #this isn't even everything i wanted to say i just want to be done with the post #sumire yoshizawa #p5r #p5

[taintedsoul-if]

okay lemme get this straight, trysten/trysta absorbed OH and lady anaya (OH's mom) life force and abilities right? then OH was unconscious and pulled to a portal(?) to ostror. but, nothingness restored OH's powers while also transmigrated mc to this body is the medical center right? im a bit confused there. oh, and what is cadmus and atticus's role in the original story? and, is nyssa/nyala alongside trysten/trysta the one with "nova" powers?

now that that's out of the way, the update is very good with the expansion of lore, which i love. im very suspicious of nothingness, i have a feeling that they do not have mc's best interest at heart👀. but i might be wrong hehe. oh and the "boutique of flowers" i think it's suppose to be "bouquet of flowers" (?)

Let's go through the backstory together. Key details in red.

***********

... ${try_boy} being attacked by a group of Grusik. Lady Anaya intervened, she forcefully closed the gates of Ostror, which resulted in her self-destruction.

A few years after Lady Anaya's death, the once healthy Eldest ${son} of the prime minister's household fell sick. The mark on ${his} wrists that once glowed ever so brightly turned Ash black. Many doctors were invited to the ${surname} household. But none had a solution to the problem.

Because the OH was sick, ${he} was sent to Grelior, a village in the swamp to the south, to recuperate. Months, and years passed and everyone forgot about the OH until the empress sent down a decree. Summoning the OH back to the Capital.

The OH remembered a couple of years ago when Lady Anaya sacrificed her life to save the ${try_crown_prince} and to close the gates of Ostror. She had crumbled to dust, after being touched by $!{trysten}.

The OH confronted the ${try_crown_prince} about this matter and ${try_he} point-blank admitted to being the one who killed the OH's mother. $!{try_he} sucked her life force from her body and stole her abilities.

In all honesty, this banquet was only a ruse to cover up, $!{trysten}'s dirty deeds. The OH was knocked unconscious and tossed into the portal leading to Ostror and that is how you ended up here.

*****

That last line is very Important. The OH was knocked unconscious and tossed into the portal leading to Ostror. That line meant that the entire royal family and the OH family were the ones who orchestrated this plan. They were the one who had their goons knock the OH unconscious dilberately opened the gates leading to Ostror and toss the OH inside.

Lady Anaya ability "Nova" is extremely rare. Only 1% of the world's population is actually blessed with such an ability.

Nothingness restored the OH's body. Not just the ability. The whole entire body was restored. Remember the OH was ridden with an illness, so nothingness had to completely detoxify the body and reconstruct it.

What? Anon that line confused me. "While also transmigrated MC to this body is the health center...." What?

Anon nothingness is the one who brought MC to this new world. When the MC fall/jump into the river didn't you see a line in bold saying, "loading loading....."? The MC woke up in an hospital/health center because the OH's body was brain dead.

Cadmus and Atticus are minor characters. That's what Nothingness said when the MC asked. So we'll find out as the story progresses.

Trysten/Trista is the one who stole lady Anaya's ability. So Trysten is the one who has both the OH ability and lady Anaya's ability. Which is Nova and disintegration. Trysten main ability is fusion/absorption.

Nyssa ability is nullification. Every zenith is blessed with this kind of ability.

I'll fix that later on today. There's a problem with the stats page so I'll be fixing that today..... and ironing out a bit of coding errors. Also I am glad you enjoyed this update. I lost all my braincells writing this update. 🤧 now I'll rest for this weekend, because I actually never took a break from writing during the holidays. (Even a few person's that communicates with me privately urged me to rest) but I wanted to at least finish this update first. Not to mention I am halfway through to chapter2 already. So I'll be taking the much needed rest this weekend... to get my braincells in order. 😔.

But seriously, knowing that you enjoyed this update makes me very happy. It means that my hard work and consistency over these past few days actually playoff. Anon thank you. Your words have uplifted me. :)

Thank you so much for the ask and have a wonderful day! Stay safe.

#plot breakdown #lovely anon #ask #recent update #trysten/trista #Lady Anaya #MC #Nyssa/Nyala

[return-of-a-space-cowboy]

Happily ever afters pt5

You sat in the dining room waiting for Bruno and his guest to arrive. You combed your fingers through your hair for you had nothing to do. You felt I'll as your mind wondered. You wondered where Risotto was. Perhaps he'd gotten some more help for that wound of his.

Your head shot up as the door opened revealing Bruno and a blonde man in a royal blue suit.

"Ah I'm surprised to see you here early (Y/n), I'd thought measurements for the dress would have taken longer" Bruno exclaimed.

"So this is the lucky lady you've been talking about all day?" The stranger asked. You did feel the heat in your cheeks hearing that Bruno had been talking about you.

"Only positively of course" he continued when he noticed you were flustered.

"This is Giorno Giovanna, one of the illegitimate children of the Joestar family. He's been a good friend and ally of mine for quite a few years now" Bruno introduced his friend to you with a smile.

"And Giorno this is my wonderful wife to be, (Y/n) (l/n) the Princess of Lenar" Bruno continued

"I was hoping that over dinner we could all talk about Diavolo's former kingdom? thought it'd only be right for you to have a say in the discussion" Giorno asked as he walked towards the table and took a seat on the opposite side as you before Bruno sat beside you.

A few servants walked in, one poured wine in each of your glasses while the other two placed the entree in front of you. On the small laid a small amount of courgette linguine with a lemon slice and sprig of mint to garnish. You took one of the smaller forks and a spoon before twirling the pasta between them to wrap around your fork before taking your first bite. The flavor of the lemon and mint were the first your pallet could pick up, followed by the subtle taste of the courgette and pasta. You then took a sip of the white wine that had been poured into your glass, it had a strong almost herbal taste that paired well with the simple flavors of the dish.

Bruno began to talk to Giorno about his previous battle against Diavolo’s army which Giorno had commanded. You felt rather bored as you ate the pasta in front of you, you perked up a little when you heard the mention of medics.

“I remember when my brother and I had to treat the soldiers of Carnon” you mentioned causing both of them to turn their attention to you.

“I didn’t know Lenar was also involved in the war” Giorno replied, though he was very well composed you could tell he was surprised.

“Not majorly, my parents only sent out medics to assist. If we had been vocal against Diavolo he’d have easily overpowered us” you explained.

“But why did you go? A princess shouldn’t ever dirty their hands’ Bruno asked.

“Because Lenar is a kingdom not as wealthy as here and at the time I was already volunteering as a nurse. My family always believed that as royals we should put the wellbeing of the ill and unfortunate before ourselves, for what is a king or queen who does not care for their people?” you replied before taking a small sip from your wine glass.

“Your family sound like they were amazing people, I’m sure they’d have been happy for you” Giorno said. Bruno seemed a bit embarrassed by what Giorno said. He could see your expression change to a more solemn one.

“Giorno I Don’t think-” Bruno spoke but you interjected.

“No it was fine, I know they would have been… honestly thinking that is what has helped me keep going since they passed” you said before eating the last of the linguine. You already felt so full from just that small serving yet you were expected to eat more, the past couple of nights Bruno had been trying to get you to eat larger servings telling you that it was not healthy to eat such tiny portions but you could barely work up an appetite since you’d escaped from Diavolo.

Soon one of the servants came and took your plates. Bruno took his last sip before turning to Giorno.

“I have something I need to run by you urgently before I ask any of the neighboring kingdoms”

“Of course, what would that be?” Giorno asked.

“The huntsman of the east escaped from the dungeon under Diavolo’s castle, I’m planning on having a large bounty placed for him. His crimes have gone unpunished for far too long” Bruno replied. The mention of Risotto nearly made you jump out of your seat. You wanted to speak up but the words refused to leave your throat.

“You intend to have him executed? With all due respect, I don’t think that would be an easy task…” Giorno asked.

“Yes I do intend to” Bruno replied. You stood up from your chair without realizing and you spoke with little thought.

“No he shouldn’t be executed!” you nearly yelled, catching both of the men off guard. Bruno gritted his teeth as he heard you oppose him.

“Why?” Giorno asked, curious as to your reason.

“I don’t think killing someone is just in any circumstance, If he spared my life I believe he could be rehabilitated” you explained, Giorno simply nodded. He was baffled as to why Bruno was trying to have the huntsman killed, usually he had the same stance you did. So why was it different in this case?

“Even Diavolo?” Bruno spat in an abrasive tone.

“Bruno?! How could you-” you exclaimed as his venomous tone stabbed into you.

“Well Risotto Nero was hired by him to kill you, are you ignorant to that?” he continued.

“How dare you bring him into this! You know how much I suffered because of him?!” you yelled as you felt tears form in your eyes. You pushed the chair back and exited the room and fled to your bedroom.

Bruno sighed as he held his head in his hand.

“Bruno, is something the matter? I’ve never seen you act like this” Giorno asked. He needed to know what had gotten into Bruno.

“I’m just stressed, I’m getting married and soon I’ll be controlling three different kingdoms… I’m sure you can understand that” Bruno explained with a huff.

“Yes I do but how you spoke to her was unwarranted, you knew that Diavolo had traumatized her yet you still brought that up and for what? To make a petty argument?”

“You know I didn’t mean it, it just slipped out”

🪞🪞🪞

After dinner giorno left the dining room to see Abbacchio standing in the halls.

“Abbacchio, I need to speak with you privately” Giorno spoke in a serious tone. The knight sneered but followed the blonde to one of the guest rooms.

“What is so important that you had to speak with me? Surely his highness would rather listen to you?” He asked in an annoyed tone.

“It is Bruno who I need to ask you about, He’s been acting strange. Perhaps you have an Idea as to why?”

Abbacchio stared at Giorno with a piercing gaze as his arms were folded, he remained silent.

“Please I really need to know, we can’t help him if we don’t know why” Giorno asked once more and Abbacchio sighed.

“It has something to do with his fiancee, he spoke about her so much after Diavolo’s soiree. I suspected she may have done something to him… but after I talked with her this afternoon it seems unlikely. She told me that she was hesitant on the marriage”

“And I can’t just shake how uncomfortable I felt when he demanded that her corpse was to be held in the castle” he continued. Giorno’s eyes widened in shock.

“What do you mean by her corpse?” he asked, confused from what the knight had confessed.

“Bruno had brought her in a glass coffin claiming she had been murdered by Diavolo, everyone had prepared her for a burial but He insisted that she remain in the castle, Turns out Diavolo had cursed her and Bruno had broken the spell. That’s what he says but I can’t fathom how Diavolo could do that, surely if he had wouldn’t he have already used it”

Giorno was shocked by what Abbacchio told him.

"Bruno never told me about that, all he told me was that he saved her from Diavolo" he replied finding it strange that Bruno would leave out such crucial details.

"Abbacchio, I know you do not have the highest thoughts of me but could I ask you to keep a close eye on Bruno? I don't know what is going on right now but if we work together we'll figure out what's going on" Giorno asked.

"I will… However if anything happens I'll be at Bruno's side, so don't you dare think of using this pact as a means to your own goal" he disdainfully agreed, he never could trust the blonde general with one hundred percent.

"I promise you that I have no other motives, I'm just as worried for Bruno as you are"

#yandere jjba #yandere jojo's bizarre adventure #yandere x reader #fairytale au #yandere bruno #yandere risotto

[pridaxus-worldbuilding]

Madame Regent Jasmine Ota née Ito-Ortega

Madame Regent, also known as Jasmine Ota was born in the year 985, to the illustrious Ortega and Ito families of Idealps. Both sides of her family had a very noble lineage, both coming into extreme wealth slightly before the Depression. From birth it was obvious that she would marry a high noble but which was not known yet. When she was 4 the newly widowed Duke of Algorme wished to restore his family to nobility and thus it was decided that she would marry his only child with the Princess Helena. The next few years for her father in law were quite fortunate with his ascension to Prime Minister he came into contact with a great bit of wealth. This fortune was generously paid back to the Ortega and Ito families and so did political favors. Jasmine’s younger sister was also engaged with a wealthy prince in return for the endorsement of the Otas. In 1002 she finally married her fiancé Prince Thomas, the projected Duke of Algorme, both members of the couple were 17.

An official marriage at 17 was relatively young even for noble couples, however the Prime Minister worried about his son’s possible liaisons and as an attempt to ground him the wedding was sped up. In the following year the couple had a son, Noel. Thomas, who preferred to go by the nickname Toma, and Jasmine had a rocky relationship. He preferred hunting and gambling, both of which Jasmine attempted to show interest in but was shunned by her young husband. The birth of Noel worried the Queen who despite having two older children had no grandchildren. Noel was the hope of the Ota clan in returning back to being excepted by the royals, even becoming royal.

Jasmine found fond companionship in her father in law who doted on her and her children. They would bond over political conversations, and in turn her made her a more political person, which would mold the next chapter of her life. Almost immediately after Noel’s birth Jasmine was pregnant yet again. In the third month of her pregnancy her husband was killed in a hunting accident. Although the Duke and his son had a complicated relationship he was profoundly impacted at the death of his only child and died in grief only 2 months after, leaving a 19 year old Jasmine alone. She gave birth again to a healthy baby in 6 months after the death of her husband, who was named Charles Marie Chrysanthos but would be later know as Caterina May.

When her second child was born she wrote the the Prince Crisanto of Glimmerier engaging their children, which was made official in the following weeks. The year 1005 was the height of power for the Ota family under Jasmine who served as regent for her son, when the Queen passed away, and the new Queen consort made clear she wouldnt have children. Both of her children would inherit two thrones and a vast amount of wealth. Towards the end of 1005, Princess Raine was born, and in 1006 it was decided that Raine would inherit the throne of Glimmerier instead of her niece, the fiancé of Jasmine’s youngest child. Nine years later in 1015 another setback to Ota ascension came in the form of Princess Nayeli, who was heiress apparent until the birth of her cousin Alistaire. In 1022 the King died leaving his 4 year old son King, his regent being his Grandfather, the Dowager Consort. When the Dowager died, the Houses decided that Jasmine would be the best choice for regent, giving her the title Madame la Regent, or simply Madame Regent. As regent she promoted external peace between Idealps and other nations, increasing the rates of immigration greatly. She also benefitted the Ota, Ito, and Ortega families with grand marriages and honors. When the king turned 15 she retired and allowed him control over the government. In that time she saw the marriage of her daughter and the birth of her grandson. She never strayed from politics even after her retirement, arranging potential matches for her grandchildren. During the invasions she was one of the strongest advocates for helping Glimmerier, and was responsible for giving several Glimmerierieans refuge during the invasions. Currently at 83 she spends her days trying to relax with her dogs and frequently visits her grandchildren/

All of the art above was completed by her daughter who became an accomplished artists frequently painting her mother and members of the royal family of Glimmerier.

#Jasmine Ota #Madame Regent #Lady Ota #Ota family #Idealpian royal family

[mino-diabolik]

#Muse answer to Basic Q&A ★

Mystic Edition

Thank you for the tag @mukami-kuron-mrsadisticcat ⭐️

Whats your name? Is there a meaning behind it?

Mystic Tsukinami! Though not so long ago I was just Jomei, which is my mother’s middle name. I still use it, but just for official issues.

As far as I know, one of the servants assisting in my mother’s labor commented something like ‘mystic child’ or something like that after I was born complete healthy and my mother gone uninjured despite all the warnings given in the past, and she thought it was a lovely name.

Any prefered Alias or nickname that you'll like to be called as?

Almost everyone calls me Mys! My name is a bit difficult to pronounce in any other language aside from English, so—

What kind of person do you think you are?

I’d like to think I’m a decent creature. You know, not too demonic and not too human, either. Momma was brought up by humans, after all. Under some cult-like Catholic Church, on that. Suffice to say, she’s passed on a bit of humane morals on me——

….What I’m getting at, is that I’ll most likely treat you better than any other members of my family.

When is your birthday? How do you celebrate it?

My birthday is on September 19!

I don’t do much at home, really. Just some congratulations from my family and a few extra treats throughout the day. But later on—oh, you better believe I’m calling up all them bastards and wrecking havoc until dawn.

What's your age?

‘Will be turning 247 this September. But hey, I don’t look a day over 18, right?

Which… you know, ain’t always good.

People are always asking for my ID when I drop by the States. Terrible. I mean, it is a fake, but who’s gonna believe someone that says they were born before the Revolution?

What's your gender?

Male.

How tall are you? Are you satisfied with your height?

I’m five-foot-seven, or 170 centimeters.

….And well, yeah. I’m okay with it. Momma is 160 and Shin 175. Guess it makes sense I’m somewhere between that. Some people do really like making it a thing to tease about, though——

Where did you come from?

Oh, boy. I’m the creation of my parents’ first passionate night together, after they finally let their feelings loose, and before they were heartlessly torn apart〜 Fufufu… Yeah, Momma was never really shy about talking about it. It was honestly something out of novel and I didn’t mind.

Haah, then I was born in the Kingdom Below, painfully unaware to the shit-show that my life was about to become.

What charm do you suppose that you posses?

I’d say that my smile is one.

People have commented on it on the past a couple of times and, well, I’m quite prideful ‘bout being able to make others light up a little after smiling at them.

Do a voice impression, will you?

[Mystic processed the question for a moment, before his face began lighting up. He smiled, clearing his throat.

He straightened his back and scolded hid expression in a rather out of character coldness. He folded his arms, slowly placing his hands on either side of his arms.]

Are you perhaps an idiot?

[His voice was obviously heightened in pitch, as though to represent one of those mocking royal personas.]

I have said it over and over it again, yet it seems as though that nothing seems to process through that void skull of yours! Have you tried actually going through with whichever plans I give you and not fuck up your missions?!

[Around here, he began having trouble keeping it together. No matter how much he fought it, in the end, he exploded with laughter.]

Name one of your favorite activities, can you?

Outside any unhealthy ones… I really like drawing my charcoal. Surprising my friends with their portraits is always nice.

How do you greet someone in the morning?

I say hi? God, you have no idea how bad it was having to bow and shake hands or kiss a hand.

I’m glad we don’t do that anymore…

What's the last thing you say to someone before going to bed?

I wouldn’t say a person, but after my Familiars and I get fixed on the bed, I each pat them and say good night. It’s quite cute when they’re just so tired and can only whine in response, fufufu.

Favorite possession (item)?

My motorcycle! That thing has carried me everywhere since the day that I got in the 50’s.

Why not talk about your hairstyle a little?

Pff—hahaha! I don’t have one, as you can see. My hair is naturally messy like this. This is the kind of hair that you just can’t comb down! Believe me, my caretakers did their best since I was a kid—even using magic—but nothing worked. And if it did, a bunch of loose wisps will start falling back on place.

Any unique characteristics on you?

The mismatch of my eyes, I’d say. It’s only something I have in my family, after all.

Heh… maybe even my A4 waist—

Do you have a special nickname to call someone as?

I tend to call Kazuha “boss” and “boss lady,” because I don’t want strangers knowing her name. She was pretty infamous in the past, so people putting dots together won’t be good.

Fufu… I called Ayato “Tako-sama” once and he freaked out, hahaha! I still do it once in a while, though. What’s he gon’ do about it?

What's your favorite color and why?

Red.

Any shade of it really. It just gets my attention, whether it’s in the cover of a book or a certain shirt.

What do you enjoy doing?

Despite being worked half to death, I really like doing me job. I never had that amount of freedom and ability to places I otherwise couldn’t have on my own dime.

It’s nice having travel and accommodation be paid by sponsors★

What's your special skill?

I’m pretty good in music.

Singing, playing instruments… you name it.

Demonstrate a short love confession! I dare you〜

A dare? You really think you can get me to spill out my heart with a dare?! Hah, what a joke!

…But fine, I’ll do it—ehem!

I—I like you! I like you a lot, okay?! It’s been driving me insane for the longest of time. I thought I’d finally lost my mind! Do you understand how stupid it is for me to fall in love with you? I must really be an idiot… I really never learn. I never, ever learn… Don’t just stand there saying nothing!

Just… please, answer me.

Your favorite food, and why?

I like seafood a lot. Not sure why, though. I don’t even remember the first time I had it, but I just know that I’ll definitely wold it down if it’s served.

Your favorite drink, and why?

I didn’t drink tea often in the past, but Kazuha once sat me down with a tea pot of berries with a bit of honey—it was real good and sweet.

I normally prefer tangy and spicy things, so she said I might enjoy ginger tea, but she refuses to make it.

Any favorite book?

Said it many times before, but Edgar Allan Poe’s story collection “Tales of the Grotesque and Arabesque” has been one of my favorite rereads for a while.

Any favorite genre of movie? Hmm, why?

I don’t know, really. I never really liked one single genre of movie. All of them include more than one theme, and I like it that way. My favorite combination are mystery and romance with a bit of suspense, maybe.

Favorite game? (If none can skip.)

——

Favorite music? Why?

I like all music. From classical, to jazz—jazz is really good, though—to whatever mess-but-with-nice-lyrics is being made nowadays.

You should play my playlist on shuffle—it’s quite something. Hahaha!

What's your weakness?

Well, my loss of blood, of course. That motherfucker is my biggest pain in the ass.

Anyone that you respect?

All the elders of my family, including Kazuha.

They keep our household together and always have a way to fix any issues they are brought or come across.

Do you have a wish?

…To forget——

Anything to say to those that are watching your interview?

You must really like me to have stuck around until the end? Well, I’m flattered★ Hopefully you learned something new〜

#diabolikloversoc #mystictsukinami #muse answer to basic q&a #ask game

[pimpernals]

ROSE OF VOBUVORIA.

GENERAL.

NAME   anna josephine rose hélène beaubois (nee sherington-maret)

ALIASES   rose, rosie

AGE   18-30+

BIRTHDATE   7/16/1765

GENDER   cisfemale

SEXUALITY   hetreosexual

STATUS   married

ETHNICITY   white

NATIONALITY   iconvenian

BIRTHPLACE   iconven

RESIDENCE   vobuvoria

OCCUPATION   princess consort/queen consort

PHYSICAL.

HEIGHT   5’4”

WEIGHT   100lbs

BODY TYPE   slim

SKIN TONE   fair

HAIRSTYLE   curly

HAIR COLOR   blonde

EYE COLOR   blue

SCARS   a few

FACECLAIM   kristen dunst

PERSONALITY.

TRAITS   tba.

HABITS   tba.

HOBBIES   tba.

FEARS   disappointing loved ones

FAMILY.

FATHER   john alastair george james sherington-meret

MOTHER   marguerite ines sherington-meret

SISTER   tba.

BROTHER   tba.

OTHER   king leonoard thomas marcel sherington-meret 

EXTRA.

MBTI   esfp - t

ENNEAGRAM   tba.

ALIGNMENT   lawful good

HISTORY.

*warnings for miscarriage, pregnancy, death.

rosie was born to prince george and princess marguerite of iconven, a sunny morning in july. her mother was a count’s daughter from france and her father’s brother was the king. a health condition prevented him from having an heir of his own. for this reason, a son was wanted. but her parents loved their daughter. rosie was educated by a governess. more children joined the family. in all, rosie had six siblings, two of which being twins. she loved art and fell in love with fashion. when rosie turned eighteen, her uncle found a suitable husband for her. from a young age, rosie was told she was required to keep her country happy. as much as she didn’t want to, she agreed to the marriage. she met duke sebastian wakefield (who was in his mid-fifties) before the match was announced to the public. only a few weeks afterwards, the duke died. alarmed, her uncle found another match for her. prince matthieu of neighboring country, vobuvaria. he was a year her senior, a much more appropriate match with better circumstances for all. she met her future husband at a ball. matthieu was shy, blushing every time he spoke to rosie. the wedding was a few weeks later, forcing rosie to say goodbye to her family and country. she started sobbing halfway through the vows. her uncle was humiliated and scolded her afterward. her mother warned her about the wedding night, how she must do her duty as the wife. however, nothing happened that night. her mother gently sat her down to give some advice. weeks later, rosie broke under all the pressure and “seduced” her husband.

rosie tries her best in her new kindom. it’s hard to be without her parents. only six months after the wedding, she learned her father was dead. matthieu, understanding the pain of loosing a loved one, was extremely supportive. the couple bounded during the time of mourning. after her father’s death, rosie found out she was pregnant. her uncle and husband’s family were pleased. however, the joy didn’t last long. she lost the baby. seeing her daughter under so much stress, she has her come home for a few months. the break was much needed. rosie came back as her old self. by the next year, rosie was pregnant. she was extremely concerned this time and refused to leave her bed, believing physical activity was what caused her to miscarry.it took lots of prying from midwives, doctors and her husband to get her out of bed. the pregnancy was very hard for rosie. after a traumatic delivery, the child is born healthy. a daughter, named elodie after matthieu’s late grandmother. rosie became a fashion icon. she adored bright, pastel colors, popularizing them. yellow fever spreads throughout the palace, infecting the royal family. rosie’s worst fear was losing another baby. she focused everything on making sure elodie got better. fortunately, mattheiu, rosie and elodie survive. however, his mother and her husband do not.

rose and mattheiu took the crown. she hated all the responsibility put on her shoulders. charity work was her main concern. rumors of rebellion sprang up, but other politicians and advisors assured them it was nothing. although matthieu admitted he was becoming suspicious of one of their advisors, Lord Eade who seemed to be making decisions that would only benefit him. matthieu talked to his advisors about it, though he was left in the dark. rosie tires to comfort her husband. she tries to avoid politics as much as she can, since she hates it. rosie gives birth to another girl. they call her lisette, after matthieu’s mother. rosie stressed over not having a son, but matthieu adored his daughters. there was time to have an heir. an uprising began. rosie remained calm and elegant to others. she threw a ball, inviting everyone who could dress for it. the people were angry at this. since the only people who could dress for it, were wealthy. rosie’s health struggled under all the stress. matthieu asked countless doctors to look after her. however, there was hardly anything they could do. when an angry mod broke into the palace, the royal family was put into hiding. rosie suffered another miscarriage. but she and matthieu kept hoping things will go back to the way they were.

#interaction: r. of vobuvoria #headcanon: r. of vobuvoria #study: r. of vobuvoria #aesthetic: r. of vobuvoria #visage: r. of vobuvoria

[vinxwatches]

good omens season 2

ep 1

damn, getting to see crowly as a not fallen angel? this can't be good. blasphemy to the highest order, especially to creationists, i LOVE IT! he's so enthusiastic about the universe it's infectious and the theology is just so saddening. i mean that how i think about this type of theology in general, but it does a really good job of presenting it. "how much trouble could i get into for just asking a few questions?"... yea... this type of theology does not appreciate simple questions.

azeeaaa... that guy just forgiving is both nice characterization, as well as a slap in the face of the theology. he can just forgive, unlike his god.

"who told you i was naked?" such a great inversion of a biblical line. this show is way too fucking clever... Also What The Fuck Is Going On? why does Gabriel suddenly know nothing with mysterious prophesies? "his royal smuggness" fuck that's a quote to steal.

on the one side they seem to be setting up a saphic romance, on the other it was shot down hard. so now i'm curious, was the shotdown a lie, will something happen, or something more intersting?

the sound effect for dusting, fucking hell this season will be glorious.

that... oh that's no not a healthy relationship. and this doesn't read like worried, this seems controlling. now that can be rooted in worried, but isn't good. but since we've not seen the character i doubt we'll see the relationship mended but broken for a better one, which for some reason, at least at this stage, may not feel great. the problematic person will still be problematic in the next relationship.

ep 2 the clue

"i command thee, begone!" "no" "no?" "no, thank you? you see, i have a permit." "a permit? from whom?"{disgruntled, as if someone didn't tell them they had to bring some money for lunch so now they'll be slightly hungry for a couple hours} still the best writing.

oh, tackling job? yea, that story certainly doesn't paint god in a good light. absolutely amazing story to show when you want to make heaving one of two bad guys (which does theologically make perfect sense)

oh, the small miracle worked... now lets hope the scene won't be awkward and/or long.

oh fuck, they really make you empathise with job and his wife. of all the people talking about job, be it christian or atheist that's an angle i've never seen. love that crowley is so consistent. a bastard, but one with some hart.

"i think the message was... if you have questions... come back when you can make a whale"... i mean honestly... about as logical a conclusion to draw from job as anything else. damn this edition of job is amazing.

assertive azeaa... that guy, is weird. it's not out of character, not fully, just weird.

the use of job is SO amazing. 1. i points to all the fucked up parts of job. 2. it actually focuses on the fucked up part of job. not the atheist talking points for "look at how fucked god is in job", there is that, but it actually makes it a point. it's not just a cinema sins ding against god (first time i'm fully internalizing how bad cinema sins dings are) but actually focuses on it. 3. perfectly integrated into the story. it's a fucked up story that makes total sense to be the course of azeaa-that guy's first sin. we saw him bend the rules in season 1 by for instance giving adam his flaming sword at the garden of eden, but that wasn't a sin, it was stretching, but not breaking the rules. this was just breaking the rules, and it made perfect sense and explains how the deal was made. and holy shit the reuse of the line "but you said it wasn't [lonely]" "i'm a demon. i lied."

ep 3

it's impressive how good these actors are at playing not knowing how to human. seriously just try to pick up something having never held it in your life, it's hard. just try to hold something mundane in a way that shows you're confused by the concept of holding it.

people have been bothering her about her love life a lot already, and it itself is already draining. and now an angel with NO knowledge on how to human is going to be blunt about it? oh yea, they got some time to arrange things.

ah, heaven trying to justify the poor having to do desperate things they (well, the rich that made them up) disapprove of to make ends meet. it fails spectacularly.

... what is going on in hell? are they going to make hell... better? i'd be up for it, but it's a wild concept with the theology they're going with.

oh, breaking down the body snatcher thing that was going down. poor people Need the money, doctors in training Need bodies, and the legal supply is simply too low. not delivering bodies was just worse for everyone.

he wants to threaten, but as always he has no power. a traitor demon the demons just don't want to really deal with, still able to do miracles, but unable to stand up to the forces of heaven or hell. all he has is deception and knowledge on how humans work. just barely enough to keep his friend safe.

ep 4

90% of the episode is a flashback to a fun story, yet seems totally unrelated. then in the last 10% big setups for future episodes, not least of which a DEMON INVASION ON the book shop... love the contrast.

ep 5

oh, that matchbox is suddenly a LOT more important... maybe? it's also such a great description of the amnesia. and i love the grow? change? niceness of crowley.

"they stand on their own two feed, like the government said". this feels like a dig at something. looking it up: yup. it's sarcastically using lines of the British equivalent of people who tell you to pull yourself up by your bootstraps.

look azeaa... that guy, i know you mean well, but this is not... well. this is weird and bonkers and unsettling.

ep 6

crowley has a very interesting plan, while we see how the ladies are similar.

oh shit. crowley was pretty high up. also "i wasn't always a demon and they never change their passwords" is such a fun line, while also making perfect sense. why would you need to change your password in heaven?

the fly?! THE FLY JIM WAS SWATTING AT AT EPISODE 1 OR 2!?!

are they doing this? are they really doing This?! i mean it makes sense, hell love was a theme this season, i just didn't expect it.

the ending was turning extremely bad (it'll still end extremely bad) and then they bring up that in the next part they want to tackle the second coming. THE FUCK AMAZING YES IT"S IN THE WORKS BUT WILL STILL TAKE A LONG TIME FUCK

also realized that it points to the big conflict between crowley and azeaa... that guy: one still fundamentally believes in the system while the other doesn't. sure both have problems with how things are done and go around the system plenty of times, but one still believes that the core of their side, of the system, is good while the other calls both of them wankers and wants nothing to do with either. and it's probably which side i agree with more.

#good omens #good omens 2 #good omens season 2 #athiest

[gathersroses]

ROSE OF VOBUVORIA.

GENERAL.

NAME   anna josephine rose hélène beaubois (nee sherington-maret)

ALIASES   rose, rosie

AGE   18-30+

BIRTHDATE   7/16/1765

GENDER   cisfemale

SEXUALITY   hetreosexual

STATUS   married

ETHNICITY   white

NATIONALITY   iconvenian

BIRTHPLACE   iconven

RESIDENCE   vobuvoria

OCCUPATION   princess consort/queen consort

PHYSICAL.

HEIGHT   5’4”

WEIGHT   100lbs

BODY TYPE   slim

SKIN TONE   fair

HAIRSTYLE   curly

HAIR COLOR   blonde

EYE COLOR   blue

SCARS   a few

FACECLAIM   kristen dunst

PERSONALITY.

TRAITS   tba.

HABITS   tba.

HOBBIES   tba.

FEARS   disappointing loved ones

FAMILY.

FATHER   john alastair george james sherington-meret

MOTHER   marguerite ines sherington-meret

SISTER   tba.

BROTHER   tba.

OTHER   king leonoard thomas marcel sherington-meret 

EXTRA.

MBTI   esfp - t

ENNEAGRAM   tba.

ALIGNMENT   lawful good

HISTORY.

*warnings for miscarriage, pregnancy, death.

rosie was born to prince george and princess marguerite of iconven, a sunny morning in july. her mother was a count’s daughter from france and her father’s brother was the king. a health condition prevented him from having an heir of his own. for this reason, a son was wanted. but her parents loved their daughter. rosie was educated by a governess. more children joined the family. in all, rosie had six siblings, two of which being twins. she loved art and fell in love with fashion. when rosie turned eighteen, her uncle found a suitable husband for her. from a young age, rosie was told she was required to keep her country happy. as much as she didn’t want to, she agreed to the marriage. she met duke sebastian wakefield (who was in his mid-fifties) before the match was announced to the public. only a few weeks afterwards, the duke died. alarmed, her uncle found another match for her. prince matthieu of neighboring country, vobuvaria. he was a year her senior, a much more appropriate match with better circumstances for all. she met her future husband at a ball. matthieu was shy, blushing every time he spoke to rosie. the wedding was a few weeks later, forcing rosie to say goodbye to her family and country. she started sobbing halfway through the vows. her uncle was humiliated and scolded her afterward. her mother warned her about the wedding night, how she must do her duty as the wife. however, nothing happened that night. her mother gently sat her down to give some advice. weeks later, rosie broke under all the pressure and “seduced” her husband.

rosie tries her best in her new kindom. it’s hard to be without her parents. only six months after the wedding, she learned her father was dead. matthieu, understanding the pain of loosing a loved one, was extremely supportive. the couple bounded during the time of mourning. after her father’s death, rosie found out she was pregnant. her uncle and husband’s family were pleased. however, the joy didn’t last long. she lost the baby. seeing her daughter under so much stress, she has her come home for a few months. the break was much needed. rosie came back as her old self. by the next year, rosie was pregnant. she was extremely concerned this time and refused to leave her bed, believing physical activity was what caused her to miscarry.it took lots of prying from midwives, doctors and her husband to get her out of bed. the pregnancy was very hard for rosie. after a traumatic delivery, the child is born healthy. a daughter, named elodie after matthieu’s late grandmother. rosie became a fashion icon. she adored bright, pastel colors, popularizing them. yellow fever spreads throughout the palace, infecting the royal family. rosie’s worst fear was losing another baby. she focused everything on making sure elodie got better. fortunately, mattheiu, rosie and elodie survive. however, his mother and her husband do not.

rose and mattheiu took the crown. she hated all the responsibility put on her shoulders. charity work was her main concern. rumors of rebellion sprang up, but other politicians and advisors assured them it was nothing. although matthieu admitted he was becoming suspicious of one of their advisors, Lord Eade who seemed to be making decisions that would only benefit him. matthieu talked to his advisors about it, though he was left in the dark. rosie tires to comfort her husband. she tries to avoid politics as much as she can, since she hates it. rosie gives birth to another girl. they call her lisette, after matthieu’s mother. rosie stressed over not having a son, but matthieu adored his daughters. there was time to have an heir. an uprising began. rosie remained calm and elegant to others. she threw a ball, inviting everyone who could dress for it. the people were angry at this. since the only people who could dress for it, were wealthy. rosie’s health struggled under all the stress. matthieu asked countless doctors to look after her. however, there was hardly anything they could do. when an angry mod broke into the palace, the royal family was put into hiding. rosie suffered another miscarriage. but she and matthieu kept hoping things will go back to the way they were.

#interaction: r. of vobuvoria #headcanon: r. of vobuvoria #study: r. of vobuvoria #aesthetic: r. of vobuvoria #visage: r. of vobuvoria