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Miraculous Barbie: Alya and the Three Musketeers

SURPRISE!!! A special final edition for the series, starring Alya! Enjoy! @artzychic27 @imsparky2002

"True courage is pursuing your dream, even when everyone else says it's impossible."

CAST:

Alya Cesaire as Corinne

Reshma Leghari as Viveca

Lotta Jameson as Renée

Ayesha Reynolds as Aramina

Nino Lahiffe as Prince Louis

Trixx as Miette

Kaalki as Alexander

Master Fu as Monsieur Treville

Olga Mendeliev as Hélène

Armand Dargencourt as Phillipe

Marlena Cesaire as Corinne’s Mother

Mael Chevalier as Brutus

Clara Contard as Madame de Bosse

And so our story begins….

A long time ago, in the French countryside, there lived a girl named Alya. She lived with her mother and sisters, tending to the farm after her father’s passing. But what Alya spent the most time doing was practicing sword fighting, hand-to-hand combat and acrobatics in the barn. And why did she do this? Because her dream was to go to Paris and be a musketeer, just like her father had been!

Sharing this dream with her was her energetic kitten, Trixx, who would practice alongside her, amusing all the barn animals, especially Kaalki, a wise older mare who had been Alya’s father’s horse during his service.

One day, as Alya practices, her mother comes in to speak with her. They have an agreement that when Alya turns 18, she can go to Paris to pursue her lifelong dream. Though reluctant and worried for her daughter, Marlena gives Alya a letter to bring to Monsieur Fu, the captain of the musketeers, asking him to watch after Alya, and some money to hold her over. And with that, Alya leaves the next morning, with Kaalki and Trixx on the long ride to Paris.

After a few days travel, Alya arrives in Paris. She finds a stable to house Kaalki, and then makes her way to find Monsieur Fu. On the way there, she hears the familiar sound of swords clashing and goes to look. She finds a group of musketeers sparring, and one emerges victorious. He boastfully challenges anyone in the crowd to take him on, and Alya accepts. The musketeers scoff, but are then amazed as she shows off her skills with a sword. Not wanting to be shown up by a girl, one of the men trips her, causing her to land in a puddle.

As the crowd laughs, the lead musketeer tells Alya to leave musketeering to the men, which only serves to infuriate her. He then goes on to say that there’s never even been a girl musketeer anyway!

Hearing this only pisses Alya off even more, because she knows damn well that’s NOT true! There was a female musketeer, many years ago. Her name was Kagami Tsurugi, and it was said by those who still remembered she had existed that she could fight off an entire battalion by herself, and no man could best her at swordplay. But one day…she disappeared, and it almost seemed like the musketeer organization tried to erase her from memory after that…

Back to the present, Alya takes out the letter for Monsieur Fu, determined to prove them all wrong…only for the letter to be stolen by Mael, a dog belonging to Armand Dargencourt, the regent in charge of protecting Prince Nino, his young cousin and the heir to the throne. Alya chases Mael to get the letter back, but is stopped at the gates of the musketeer’s headquarters when he jumps over the fence, just as Armand is exiting the building with Monsieur Fu.

As Armand leaves, he approaches the waiting Alya and asks what business she has there, and she explains her desire to be a musketeer, but he only laughs her off and states that a woman couldn’t possibly be a musketeer. Scowling, Alya demands her letter back from his dog, and he obliges before leaving.

Alya is invited inside by Monsieur Fu, and gives him her letter, explaining that he knew her father. When she expresses her desire to become a musketeer like her father, he tells her that it’s not as simple as merely wanting it and training for it. She must prove herself with noble and courageous acts, and she is simply not ready yet. Nevertheless, he tells her to come to him if she ever needs anything. Disheartened, Alya thanks him and leaves.

While Alya is sitting by herself, lost in her thoughts, Mael appears and begins to chase Trixx, with Alya quickly going after them. She pursues them through a crowd of people, along the way knocking a young woman of Indian descent into a mud puddle and soiling her dress, bumping a cheerful girl with heterochromia into a rose bush, and accidentally pushing a redhead into the fountain she was balancing on, causing her to lose her goggles, apologizing profusely to each as she keeps running. She ends up chasing them through the palace gates and is swiftly pursued by guards. She is about to knock on the door she saw Trixx run through, when a girl suddenly runs out in tears followed by a shout of “YOU’RE FIRED!”. A woman with a sour disposition steps out and spots Alya, stating that she’ll do and pulling her inside.

The woman, Madame Contard, asks what brought Alya to Paris, and when Alya tells her she wants to be a musketeer, she bursts out laughing. She then offers the now vacant position of a castle maid to Alya, who quickly accepts when the guards that were chasing her appear. Alya watches as Madame Contard berates an older maid, Olga Mendeliev (who also helped Trixx evade Mael), knocking away the feather duster she dropped, which Alya then picks up and returns. She’s then brought to the grand courtroom, where she meets her fellow maids…the three girls she knocked into earlier. Their names are Reshma, Ayesha and Lotta. And they are NOT happy with her.

After Madame Contard leaves, Alya apologizes again and asks if there’s anything she can do to make it up to them….and finds herself scrubbing the entire ballroom floor. As she’s working, Trixx is thrown out by the stuffy head of staff, hissing in indignation.

Later that night, Alya bids the three girls goodbye and makes to walk down the dark streets, prompting Reshma to ask if she has anywhere to stay. When she tells them she doesn’t, Ayesha offers to let her stay with them since they have an extra bed, with Reshma agreeing after Trixx gives her kitten eyes. Lotta isn’t really on board, but finds herself outnumbered. Alya tells them she needs to take care of something and will meet up with them later.

A short while after, Alya enters the girls’ apartment, bringing Lotta’s goggles, which she had gone to the fountain to retrieve, causing the girl to begin to warm up to her.

The next day, Prince Nino is testing his new invention, a machine that will allow people to fly! (It’s a hot air balloon, btw.) It works perfectly, and as he’s calling excitedly for his cousin Armand, he accidentally crashes into Alya as she’s cleaning the steps. He apologizes and helps her up, before he quickly rushes to retrieve his machine, which popped on a chandelier. Alya then overhears the prince talking to his cousin about how it’s his dream to fly, and can’t help but smile. However, Armand dismisses this and tells him the future monarch has no time for childish dreams, especially with his 18th birthday in a few days, after which he’ll be crowned king!

As Nino is leaving, the chandelier above the staircase suddenly comes crashing down, heading straight for the prince! Thankfully, Alya is able to leap and pull him out of the way just in time, showing off her impressive acrobatic skills and shattering some projectile glass shards with her broom. The other girls dodge more of the glass shards with some impressive moves of their own! Armand arrives with a few of the guards, ranting about how the prince was almost killed. He turns to his righthand, a man known only as Blade, and demands this doesn’t happen again…

Later, the girls are cleaning up the chandelier wreckage, and chatting amongst themselves. Alya sees something shimmering in the shadows and goes to look, finding a ruby near the rope that suspended the chandelier…which appears to have been cut. When she returns, Lotta asks where Alya learned those kinds of moves, and she tells them of her dream to be a musketeer! To her surprise, they all wish the same thing, and have been training just like her! Alya asks if they all know about Kagami, and they excitedly confirm they do. Lotta has wished for years to find out what happened to her, why she disappeared.

Suddenly, the girls hear a throat clearing behind them, and old Madame Mendeliev instructs them to follow her. She takes them down to a secret passageway, at the end of which lies a training facility for musketeers. Mendeliev explains that this was where Kagami, who grew up in the castle as a daughter of a lady of the court, would sharpen her skills. And that she intends to train them to be proper musketeers, if they will accept, which they eagerly do. She unveils a wall of weapons, from which they each choose one (Alya a sword, Reshma a ribbon whip, Ayesha a pair of fans, and Lotta a slingshot) and challenges them to prove their skill. They each try and fail to disarm her, her speed and skill at her age amazing them. She then explains the great responsibility and honor of being a musketeer, and their training truly begins. After hours, they are all exhausted and she instructs them to come back the next day to train again.

That night, Armand is in his study as Blade apologizes for the mishap with the chandelier, and it turns out Armand called for it, intending for the crash to kill Nino so he could remain in charge. He instructs Blade to sabotage Nino’s test of his flying machine tomorrow and warns his henchman not to fail him again, before leaving.

The next morning, Nino is out running tests on his balloon, writing notes as he checks on the various mechanisms. Unbeknownst to him, Blade has frayed the ropes that hold the balloon down, and when Nino gets in the basket to do a small test flight, the ropes snap and he’s sent into the air, tumbling out and dangling from a rope ladder by his foot! Alya happens to spot him through the window she’s cleaning, and quickly pulls off a graceful rescue, pulling him back into the balloon and steering it away from a spire before it can pop. The prince thanks her for his rescue and they exchange introductions. They fly in the balloon for a short time, Alya marveling at the sight of Paris from the clouds, and they discover they have quite a bit in common, such as their determination to achieve their goals.

Nino brings them back to the ground, figuring out the landing mechanisms as he goes. Alya tells him it feels amazing to fly above the ground, that it makes you feel like any dream could come true, and he asks if there’s anything she dreams of. She reluctantly admits that she wants to be a musketeer, and to her surprise, he doesn’t mock her for it, finding her determination admirable. She even gets to tell him there’s been a female musketeer before, and Nino is fascinated, wondering why more people don’t know about Kagami. It’s then that Alya must leave to return to work, bidding the prince goodbye, blushing as he kisses her hand and tells her he hopes to see her again. Unbeknownst to them, Armand watches from the distance with a scowl.

Alya arrives in the training room, and explains what happened to the other girls and Madame Mendeliev, recalling that, just like with the chandelier, the ropes appeared to have been cut…They come to the conclusion that someone may be trying to kill the prince! Madame Mendeliev instructs them to keep quiet but keep their eyes open until they have proof.

The girls promise to do so, and Lotta gets lost in thought staring at the painting of Kagami on the wall. It’s then that Madame Mendeliev decides to tell them what really happened to the first female musketeer. She didn’t disappear…she was killed. The captain of the musketeers at that time, Emani Pulateur, had been unable to handle a woman being superior to him and his men in skill, and had gathered his most trusted associates to… take care of Kagami. (She also may or may not have been trying to help his fiancée get out of their abusive and controlling relationship.)

The next morning, Trixx visits Kaalki in the stables and tells her how Alya rescued the prince, and of their training with Madame Mendeliev. He’s saddened that he can’t train with them because Madame Contard will throw him out, but Mael arrives and mocks the kitten that once his master is king, he’ll have cats banished from Paris. Trixx sasses him, and Mael makes to lunge at him, only to be intimidated into backing down by Kaalki. The old horse tells Trixx of a secret passage to get into the castle and train with the girls.

The girls continue their training every day, growing more and more skilled as time goes on. They even work training into their maid duties! Eventually, Alya is able to disarm Madame Mendeliev, and the girls decide to celebrate by going into town. However, they happen to stumble onto a meeting between Blade and some shady individuals. Alya recognizes the gems in the hilt of Blade’s dagger to be the same as the one near the chandelier rope. Continuing to watch, they see that the swords for the Blade Dance at the prince’s birthday masquerade ball in a few days, which are supposed to be made of paper and confetti, have REAL blades! Horrified, they race to warn Nino that the regent’s men are planning to kill him!

Back at the palace, Monsieur Fu is explaining the security measures for the ball to Armand, who explains he won’t be in attendance, when the girls arrive in a panic. Madame Contard tried to stop them, but they make it past her. They try to explain to Fu about the swords and the plot against the prince, but Armand dismisses them as delusional. It’s then the crates with the swords for the dance arrive, and Alya insists there are real weapons in them. But…there aren’t. They’re the fake paper swords, and the girls look foolish. Monsieur Fu tells them that they can’t act without proof, and the girls are escorted from the palace, with Madame Contard firing them for good measure.

The girls are severely disheartened, but Alya encourages them that they have to do something! They’re the only ones who know about the plot and they know every inch of the castle. After some trepidation, Reshma, Ayesha and Lotta agree, and they begin to devise a plan. Reshma will make them all costumes, and Lotta and Ayesha will make them new weapons that can be concealed in them. They’ll foil the plot and save the prince, and they need to start preparing! The night of the ball quickly arrives, and the girls don their gowns, and prepare to save the day!

That evening, Nino bids the supposedly departing Armand goodbye before leaving to prepare for the ball, as the regent prepares to put his plan into action. He dons a disguise and sneaks back into the castle, just as the girls are arriving at the ball. The regent and his men procure their weapons and prepare to launch their attack.

The girls enter the ball and dazzle everyone with their dresses, and Alya is spotted by Nino after his arrival, who recognizes her immediately and asks her to join him for the sword dance. She accepts and the two partake in the sword dance, with Alya telling Nino what she learned about Kagami’s supposed disappearance.

Outside the ballroom, Monsieur Fu and his men are knocked out by Armand’s henchmen, and the regent joins the sword dance, still in disguise. As they are dancing, all of the girls spot the real swords and know the attack will soon be launched. Armand gives a signal to Blade, and the fireworks show begins as a distraction. Armand draws his sword while everyone’s back is turned and prepares to attack Nino, but Alya leaps to counter him just in time. She takes Armand’s sword, which he accuses of being hers. The girls engage in a battle with the regent’s men, using their new weapons, while the regent spirits the prince away. Trixx even engages in a battle with Mael, using all his new training.

When the prince is in the secret tunnels, Armand unmasks himself and explains that he returned to the castle as soon as he heard there was trouble, and tells Nino that he is ‘bringing him to safety’. Back in the ballroom, Alya sees that the prince is gone and spots Armand’s mask by the entrance to the passageway, the girls quickly racing to catch up to them.

As they are riding in a lift to the highest level of the castle, Nino realizes the holes in Armand’s story, and the regent attacks the prince, who gets out of the lift just in time, pursued by Armand. The girls stumble across Fu and his men, and Alya continues looking for the prince while the others untie them. Fu and the musketeers arrest the regent’s men while Alya spots Armand pursuing Nino to the roof of the palace. Just before he can push Nino from the roof, Alya intervenes, swinging over and crossing swords with Armand. An intense battle of swords ensues, and Alya is disarmed. Armand plans to frame her as the one who killed the prince, who he would have been ‘too late to save’, and goes to impale her, but Nino tosses Alya her sword just in time! Alya quickly disarms Armand and Monsieur Fu arrives just in time to arrest him.

The prince thanks the girls for his rescue, immediately calls for Alya, Reshma, Ayesha and Lotta to be named musketeers, and they name their new battalion in honor of Kagami, who is now known to the public with a proper memorial in the musketeer headquarters thanks to Nino (who also asks Alya on a date, which she gladly accepts!) And from that day forward, any girl who wanted to could be a musketeer!

And they all lived happily ever after!

Strong hearts, strong minds, fighting for what’s right every time! Leave your thoughts in the comments and reblogs! Hope you enjoyed this surprise!

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#miraculous ladybug #Miraculous Barbie #Youtube #alya cesaire #reshma leghari #lotta Jameson #ayesha reynolds #barbie and the three musketeers

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defiantlywhole · 2 years

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anne : name me as regent, and i swear to spend my life keeping your memory alive for him.

louis : names treville as regent

conditional promise! louis didn't hold up his end of the bargain, ane doesn't have to hold up hers. louis can rot forgotten, let aramis be the boy's father.

#musketeers #rules lawyering text is my favorite thing to do #anyway fuck louis

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datfandomlyf · 4 years

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Regent Treville’s new outfit in season three episode 9.

Hayley Nebauer’s original costume design illustration for Regent Treville - always including some Musketeer blue

#treville #regent treville #hugo speer #costume design #hayley nebauer #the musketeers #bbc musketeers

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freyalor · 6 years

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Can I request another 3 sentence prompt?:D Trevilieu, Spanish prison AU or alive!Armand S3AU(Regent Treville and First Minister Richelieu) I'm possessed with the desire to read your version of those AU!

Oh Hello Naggie!

I filled your prompt at last !This one was complicated to me. Really. I felt lost in front of all the absurdity I had to deal with, blending my history nerd standards with REGENT TREVILLE, mostly because nothing can make me watch Musketeers S3, not even thatn but also because.

First, the Regency starts in 1643. That makes Richelieu hella old, but well, let’s say he’s not.

Second. it makes Treville and Richelieu face the Fronde instead of Anne and it changes EVERYTHING. It feels wrong. I am lost.

Third. NO MAZARINI (>__

BUT ! It’s you, so I had to do it, because I love you.

So l took The Circle of Traitors as canon, except that Treville rescues Richelieu while he’s already Regent, because if Richelieu was alive, and a Regent had to be named (and it’s not THE FUCKING QUEEN BECAUSE OF FUCKS), it would have been Armand 10/10.

It may not be my highest piece, really. I did my best.

-« Cardinal,Vendôme is a nuisance.”

-“That’swhy I told you to have him executed!”

-“Murder doesn’t solve everything!”

He slammedhis fist upon his desk. Again.

His lipsnow turn to a thin white line of sheer anger, and I lift my chin, defiant.

Outside, athick curtain of rain is hiding the skyline of Paris from the windows of theLouvres. Lost servants and frowning clerks run through the courtyard, hopingtheir cloak will shield them from the Flood. Night will fall soon enough, withno promise of any clearer skies. Inside, candelabras are shining high, and thehearth gives a delicate warmth to the wide rooms. Firelight is turningeverything into faint gold, and Regent Treville is pale with fury.

Again.

It happensevery week. It happens every day.

May it beabout war to the Hapsburgs, may it be for the Royal Guard’s new uniform. May itbe for the number of guests at a ball, the hiring of a cook.

May it befor a Kingdom or a fork.

This ishim. This is me.

This time,anger wears the crest of De Bourbon-Vendôme, duke of Beaufort. Five years ago,he led a small, ridiculous rebellion against the Crown, judging thefreshly-named Regent too weak to stand the dangers of his position, no doubt.His plot, botched and plain, limping with a ridiculous lack of wits andpreparation, failed miserably, and all Vendôme’s accomplices were discovered bymy informants in less than one day.

But as Imade my report to His Highness Regent, rightfully asking for death sentence to allof them, he declared he’d show mercy and choose exile.

Ha! Exile.

I walked incircles, I spoke for hours. The Regency had just been declared and plots weregoing to bloom like daisies in springtime if an example wasn’t made quickly. Allthose men were nobodies, expendables, they were a prefect occasion to make astatement of force, to nip any other rebellion in the bud. Kingdoms weren’tbuilt upon mercy.

‘Maybe it’stime to start’, he told me, unmoved, and he smiled.

Regent ornot, His Highness or not, for all I care, I shouted.

I shouted,because this is me. This is him.

But if theRegency was quite new, so was the glorious, reckless and magnificent rescueplan Treville devised to snatch me out of the dungeon cell I was rotting in.The second of wonder when that cursed door opened for his pale, worried facewas still glued to my skin. The minute he knelt next to me holding me into hisarms, encircling me with safety and warmth, was still engraved in every dream Ihad since I walked back into the Louvres.

Though Isnapped back into my old habits just as quickly as I put back my red robes,there was still, at this time, a lingering feeling of devotion to him in mybones. I owed him my life. I owed him everything.

I shouted,he cupped my face. I cursed, he kissed my neck.

Regent ornot, for all I care. But this is him.He breathed my name against my mouth, and I wrote the letters of exile myself.

The onlyvictory I could claim mine, still dizzy with warmth, still crazed with love, hasbeen a prison sentence for Vendôme, ten years in Vincennes.

If angerwears his name tonight, it’s because he escaped after five.

And thismorning, of course, I have received a note informing me that Vendôme has beenseen in Chenonceau with a few members of the Fronde. He didn’t lose time,idiotic fool.

He keepshis jaw clenched tight, but his grip on those letters he picked up isn’t steadyenough to confirm. He knows he has made a mistake.

I keep myhead held high, but I take a few steps back, retreating to the nearest chairand slumping into it. Triumph does taste sweet, but not today. Not on him.

Silencefalls, just like the rain. Heavy, invasive, almost brutal.

I watchwith a bitter smile the way salt and snow has covered his hair and beard thosedays. The way his eyes, sometimes, seem too tired to speak. They used to shout,once.

They usedto scream.

I have beenso sure, up there in that prison, that all I had to do was sit down and letmyself die. It was just like all agonies are. It was torture, but it wassimple. He opened that door, and sunlight came in. He ran towards me, and life returnedto my veins. He brought me home, he never once let go of my hand.

“Thank you,Captain” I whispered to his neck once, as the carriage he hid me in passedthrough the gate I thought I wouldn’t see again.

“I am not aCaptain anymore” he said with a faint smile, and I didn’t understand.

Then heopened the carriage door and they all rushed to him. Guards, servants,courtiers.They called him “Your Highness”, and I didn’t understand.

Agony wasgone, sure as daylight, but nothing, nothingwas simple anymore.

I snappedback into my old habits just as quickly as I put back my red robes, our arguingand fighting simply unable to end, no matter the titles, no matter the place.

This is stillhim, and this is still me.

Regent ornot, for all I care.

But as soonas anyone else is watching, he is the embodiment of Royalty, and I have to bow,I have to look down, nod my assent and yield.

The sight,I know, makes us both cringe all the same. I have lost an equal, and so did he.

At the endof it all, he is “His Highness”, now.

Jean ismy King.

I let out asmall, disbelieving huff, and he reads my though as clear as day. He frowns,tired, a bit lost, maybe, in the absurdity of all odds.

-“Whatshould we do?” he breathes, circling around his desk to walk close to me.

I shrug, I suppose,gesturing towards the outside with a vagueness that doesn’t look like me.

-“We sendMusketeers to search and arrest him.” I sigh. “If we find him, you’ll do me thepleasure of cutting his neck. If we don’t, well, the Fronde is likely to raisean army and march on Paris soon enough, so let’s hope he gets a bullet in theface and solve our small issue with that.”

He pondersfor a while, tense and worried. Then nods.

-“I’ll signhis execution order.” He concedes. “When he’s found, he’ll be -

-“Not onlyhis” I cut in. “All of them.”

He rollshis eyes, mouthing “not again” in furious hisses.

-“Cardinal.”He growls, menacing.

-“Yourhighness” I hiss all the same.

And Ibreathe in for another argument.

But if Iend up not speaking at all, if I end up looking down.

If I end upin confused warmth and dizzy need, bowing slightly, nodding my assent.

This is notbecause they decided to place this burden of a title on his shoulders. This isnot for his position, his name, the golden rims around his coat.

If I remainsilent, once more, it is because of his rugged hand into my hair. if I submit to him, I swear, this has nothing to do with “His Highness”.

It isbecause of the corner of his lips, breathing my name against my mouth.

This is me,after all. This is us.

Regent ornot, for all I care.

Jean has always been my King.

#cardinal richelieu #team trevilieu #regent treville #prompt fill #3 sentences my ass #i will never write 3 sentences #let it be clear

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ofthemusketeers · 5 years

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Queen Anne & Captain Treville

#the musketeers #musketeersedit #anne of austria #captain treville #AU where 3x09 never happened and the queen regent and her loyal first minister ruled over a peaceful and prosperous france #3x09? I don't know her.#it was such a dumb episode.#every single smart character was so dumb #yeah we're just gonna hide the king; he's a peasant now #ok lol #oh treville's regent now........ kay lol #that makes sense #not gaston but treville #tmgifs #Warning: nobody is allowed to talk trash on my posts except for me

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anamariamauricia · 6 years

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tréville after being named regent: what!? omg this is SUCH a surprise, anne i always expected you to be named regent!!

tréville as soon as he gets the chance: *changes into a Regent Look™ which includes a dior waistcoat, saint laurent long coat, and an hermès sash tied around his waist*

anne: are you wearing the cha–

tréville: the chanel boots? yeah i am

#im always thinking about treville's glow up #and what kind of event he was saving that outfit for #when he wouldn't even wear it to his only grandchild's big extravagante bday bash #had to wait till it was all about him i guess #for the drama #the musketeers #msktrs musings #god i do love his regent look #treville

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visarcana · 4 years

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What do we know about... Egzardia

Okay, let’s finally do this. Egzardia is another of Asturia’s neighbors and allies and the home to a certain snake of a prince in my fic; not a popular character I guess, but also real fun to write!

So what do we know about this country from the series, artbooks and other official material? So, similar to Basram (the previous in the WDWK series), this fictional country seemed to have an obvious source of inspiration, which was the Earth’s France. Or was it?

Canon information

1. Egzardia is a country famed for its fashions

And that is what first pointed into the direction of France. The pants that Millerna wears are somewhat outrageous in Asturia but in Egzardia, where she got them from, they are the height of fashion. Here’s Millerna, her pants, and a bonus “come at me bro” Allen.

So, the new trends for the daring come from Egzardia, as the Filmbooks confirm also near the picture of the soldiers (”when it’s not uniforms, Egzardia seems to set the trends in fashion”).

This sort of goes together also with the fact that “they try to make even their guymelefs beautiful” (Roman artbook). The same book also says their guymelefs have elegant, round shapes (the Mazdas of guymelef world haha).

2. Egzardia is a neighboring country to Asturia

Because Asturia formed an alliance with its neighboring countries (episode 23). The map of Gaea (from the Vision of Escaflowne Fanbook) puts it north of Basram and South of Zaibach. Makes you wonder where the border with Asturia was supposed to lie? But yeah, as we know now, this whole map is fanon.

3. The design of the soldiers/guymelefs

Regarding the soldier designs, it is, again, obvious that somebody did their homework and looked up the 17th-18th century military uniforms as an inspiration.

Here is the Egzardian general named Jardi (Jarudi) and his regular soldier underling. There are no official transcriptions of these names so we can only guess how it was supposed to be transcribed (Giardi? Jardie?).

Anyway, what I was able to figure out was that the inspiration for the general was the European uniform of a grenadier (the soldier who throws grenades) that became distinguished from other troops in 17th century. Mostly because of the mitre cap (like the Pope wears) which is a trademark of this troop.

Upon closer look, the closest examples look to be the British grenadiers! The bottom part of the mitre above the forehead in particular looks very British (compare).

So was I off with France after all? When you google French grenadier, you see that mostly their mitre caps are all fur and they look a bit further away from our guy Jardi... but he does have a French-looking pom-pom on the top of his hat... and the gillet, the gaiters... guess the uniforms of the era had these elements often in common.

Here’s image for ants of Jardi from the back (Settei Artbook). I want to use the ponytail and bow on Gilles’ design as well.

4. The flag/coat of arms

It looks like this (this is my work using the sketch in the artbooks and coloring it according to the scheme shown in the anime).

So, what do you think it represents? I think the other crests are more obvious in that than this one. The only thing that comes to my mind is a variation of Fleur de Lys, but I guess it’s because I’m partial to France with this. Or maybe a fancy-looking spear? They definitely use spears on the battlefield.

(don’t ask me why Basram flag is involved in a shot of mostly Egzardian soldiers lol)

5. The Egzardian warship is called Triville.

For this, we have a transcription from the official subs. Tréville is a commune/family name in France (okay, not to be too partial to France, you can find another little town called Treville in Italy). And also a character (based on a real historical figure) called Monsieur de Tréville in Alexandre Dumas’ The Three Musketeers. The name seems related the region of Trois-Villes, so basically, tréville is a fancier way of spelling “Three Towns” to my understanding. But there was also a French admiral de Latouche-Tréville who had three French ships named Latouche-Tréville after him, so this seems the most likely inspiration, if there was any.

So what did I do with this information so far?

Not too much to be honest. Obviously, I named the prince Gilles and I made up the name of the capital of Egzardia as Marsial, just a play on Marseille. I made Gilles dress flashily, but he would not pause at it as an Egzardian. Since Basram is said to be the only republic among the known countries, I made Egzardia a kingdom as well, but put Gilles himself further down the succession line.

This was necessary because this engagement with Millerna is a “plan B” not only for King Aston (who had her engaged to Dryden before that), but also for Egzardians. Gilles’ older brother, who is the current king in Egzardia, is already married with a son. If Millerna (or any of the Asturian princesses) had been considered for the marriage, they would have arranged it much sooner, while Gilles’ father had still been alive. Instead, this deal is closed in wartime with the younger brother being sent. Who’s all women, hunts, games... that sort of stuff. And not too eager to marry. But he quickly takes liking to Millerna hahaha!

I would also like to point out that the order of succession is male primogeniture, so the sons of the older brother pass over Gilles as they are born (and he already has one), so poor guy really can’t think of getting the throne in Marsial anytime soon. Which is another reason for Gilles to be married off to Palas, where he can think of being a king regent through Millerna.

This isn’t an ideal situation for Aston either, because it becomes possible that the two countries will be joined after his death, and not necessarily with Asturia coming out on top, if the older brother has much power over Gilles. So yeah, it is a plan B for a reason, even though it may seem a better match at the first sight. It’s not necessarily an upgrade for Millerna to marry an actual prince instead of the wealthy local merchant prince, who brings the money and at least keeps the power securely in Asturia.

But the war goes on, Grava needs allies, he is sick, and he has to make sure Millerna has a suitable husband after he’s gone. Coughwhoisnotallencough. Because once he’s dead, Millerna can do whatever she wants, she’s a queen. And Eries won’t have the “older sister” privileges much longer either... since she didn’t want to be the queen, at some point she would have to bow down and respect Millerna’s will, not the other way around. I wrote a bit of this change of dynamic in Chapter 9 already .

So yeah, Aston really has a grudge against Allen in my head, so he could even play dangerously to prevent him from marrying Millerna. But then, Asturia and Egzardia could be joined also with Palas as the capital. Asturia is the strongest after Zaibach, so currently stronger than Egzardia. So if Gilles held some grudges or an ambition to take over his brother once he’s married to Millerna (and she lets him rule her country and do as he pleases), there is an option of that. So yeah, a risky game, but the possible gains (and losses) for everyone involved are great with this marriage.

By the way, Gilles and his as of yet unnamed older brother also have two unnamed sisters. I’ll probably name them only if they appear in the story. Gilles is the youngest one, that is why he’s had all the time and resources in the world to play around until now. He has a guymelef as a member of the royal family (guymelefs are rare and expensive goods) and is a skilled swordsman. He’s quite charismatic and quickly became popular with the Asturian courtiers.

I made his character a bit of a play on the trope of the rakish handsome brute who after his youth spent womanizing falls for the innocent heroine (possibly with an arranged marriage involved)... aand then does a magical 180 by the power of love, becomes a great man and off they ride into the sunset. But that’s another story which is no longer worldbuilding, so I’ll just stop here. Sorry for the long post again.

#escaflowne #visarcana #egzardia #asturia

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smhalltheurlsaretaken · 4 years

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Birthday prompt #9

(The final one.)

Read on Ao3 Birthday prompts masterlist

@softrdj

Omgg. I’m a sucker for whump and Aramis so uh. Do with that what you will.

Athos was in the palace when it happened, and that was what made all the difference.

Being First Minister of France should have been a safer job than being a Musketeer. As it turned out, the emphasis was on the should, because Aramis’ knack for getting into trouble (as Athos himself had dubbed it) truly knew no bound.

Later, they learned that it hadn’t been a ploy against the King, or somebody going after the Queen Regent. It was Aramis making enemies because he was fair and insensible to bribes, just like Treville, and because he valued the lives of the commoners just as highly as those of the nobility, and because he was all around good and moral and nice to peasants.

Athos had been back in Paris for a few months now, both he and Sylvie missing the noise and the animation far too much after two years spent away. They had missed their friends, too, the thought of their son growing up without knowing his many uncles and aunts an unacceptable one.

The Queen had taken an instant liking to Athos’ wife, and it had been mutual, much to Sylvie’s own surprise. (After so long without friends, the Queen liked to adopt people.) And so they’d taken to visiting the Louvre often, Aramis and Athos discussing matters of state while Anne and Sylvie played with their boys, or the other way around.

That habit, as it turned out, was what saved Aramis. ‘Saved by friendship’ was the story of their lives, so it wasn’t too surprising.

“Athos,” Aramis greeted without looking up from his paper. “Can you come over and take a look at this? I think the Duke of Rohan is up to-”

“I’m not Athos,” the man who had just entered growled, pointing a pistol primed and ready to fire at the First Minister.

Aramis had never seen the man before, so he just assumed ‘hired assassin’ and acted on it, diving to the ground as the gun fired and rolling to accommodate the fall. His chair crashed to the ground behind him and splinters of wood rained down from where the bullet had hit the cabinet above. Drawing the dagger he kept concealed under his doublet, Aramis lunged at the man.

His attacker, as it turned out, also had a dagger – one that was already bloody, Aramis noticed, and he knew the two guards by the door had to have been murdered. Their blades clashed, throwing hot sparks on their doublets, and Aramis had to grit his teeth to keep himself from groaning.

He trained as often as his schedule would allow, which wasn’t nearly enough, and his skills had degraded. He was still competent enough with all types of weapons, and still unparalleled with a pistol, but he had no pistols, and the stranger was younger, faster and clearly good with knives.

Aramis tried to kick the man’s legs out from under him, but he wasn’t fast enough, and the bloody dagger slid into his left side. He collapsed onto his knees, grunting in pain, and the next slash would have opened his throat from ear to ear if it hadn’t been for his brother’s timely intervention.

There was a loud bang, the assassin’s face contorted, and Aramis was left staring at a grimacing corpse. Athos’ bullet had found the man’s heart.

“Aramis!” Athos exclaimed, rushing from the doorway to his friend’s side. “Are you alright?”

“Just fine,” Aramis panted, gratefully accepting Athos’ support. “It’s just a graze.”

In truth, it was a bit deeper than that. Athos ducked under Aramis’ arm and hoisted him up, getting the overturned chair up with his foot and making Aramis sit up in one fluid movement. That simple effort left Aramis panting. He groaned when Athos sliced through his doublet with his own knife, exposing the wound.

“Shouldn’t we be doing something about the corpse in my office?” Aramis asked. “And the bodies of the two guards who were posted in that corridor?”

“Quiet,” Athos scolded, examining the gash critically. “We’ll get servants to deal with that. Can you walk to your rooms, or should I summon the physician here?”

Aramis scoffed at the ridiculous question.

“Athos, please. This is a graze. There’s a sewing kit in one of the desk drawers. Sew me up before somebody arrives and starts to fuss.”

D’Artagnan or Porthos would have protested. Athos knew better.

“I suppose I shouldn’t ask why you keep medical supplies in your ministerial office,” he commented dryly, opening a few drawers until he found the one. He finished tearing off Aramis’ doublet and lifted his shirt. “Questioning their usefulness would be rather dishonest, considering.”

Aramis smirked at him through the pain.

“I’m not so rusty after all, see? I’m just as prepared as ever.”

Athos snorted and poured the small vial of alcohol from the leather pouch onto the gash. Aramis hissed, sweat trickling down his brow and neck.

“Prepared? Say that to me again when I’m not about to stitch up,” Athos countered. He gave Aramis his best unimpressed look. “With all the respect owed to the dead, you also clearly need better guards.”

And he plunged the needle into Aramis’ skin. Aramis was so used to the familiar sting that he didn’t gasp, but he did grit his teeth.

“He must have had inside help,” he mused, breathing out through his nose.

Athos worked diligently, and he was almost done closing the gash when ten guards irrupted in the room, panicked.

“Minister!” The lieutenant gasped, taking in Aramis’ bloody side and the dead body lying on the floor.

“You should have been here ten minutes ago,” Aramis scolded.

“F-forgive us, Minister,” the man stammered, making a conscious effort to look anywhere but at his First Minister’s blood. “Some of the guards were sent away to investigate an incident in the east wing without my knowledge. I don’t know how it could have happened.”

“Definitely inside help,” Athos sighed, tying the last stitch and clipping off the remaining thread. “Well,” he told guards, looking up, “don’t just stand there. Have the assassin’s body delivered to the morgue, we might need to have a look at him later.”

The soldiers watched Athos hold up a bloodied hand to Aramis, wincing collectively when he got onto his feet.

“Minister, surely you should—”

“I should go and sleep in my rooms, yes, you are absolutely correct,” Aramis quipped, walking pass them.

Athos followed him out of the room with an amused smile.

“You have just either obtained the status of living legend or destroyed your reputation as a serious and respectable minister of the crown,” he told Aramis as they made their way to his apartments.

He occasionally supplied a steadying hand, for when Aramis stumbled or unconsciously veered to the left. They reached the rooms without notable incidents, but Aramis was close to falling asleep on his feet. Clearly he had been at his desk for too many hours when the assassin had so brusquely interrupted his work.

Athos took a clean cloth and dipped into into the silver basin Aramis used to freshen up in the mornings and cleaned off most of the blood while Aramis waited obediently. He then helped him out of his ruined shirt and let him fall into the bed, smiling when Aramis let out an offended whine and burrowed into the numerous pillows.

Leaning forward, Athos tousled his brother’s sweaty hair.

“I’ll send for d’Artagnan in the hour, we’ll catch the rest.” Studying Aramis, Athos couldn’t help but tease. “As a teenager, as a common soldier, as a Musketeer, as a monk and now as a Minister,” he commented fondly. “It does appear that you are capable of attracting trouble anywhere, no matter your position.”

“Shut up,” Aramis grumbled into his pillows, disinclined to be a target for anyone’s humor at the moment. “I outrank you. ‘M sending to the Chatelet if you keep it up.”

That earned him a splash of water on the head.

#my writing #birthday prompts #save tag #bbc musketeers #the musketeers #athos #aramis

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general-du-vallon · 5 years

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A General Porthos du Vallon thought. That judge from that episode with Flea and Charon, one day he will have to be at Court and Porthos will be there, and the judge is not high enough to be able to speak when the Queen Regent and the King are there. But PORTHOS is allowed to talk and he does, chatting with a bored Louis and whispering to the Queen and advising and the Queen keeps deferring to him because they’re talking about the war and he’s General of France and also she keeps deferring to him on other things because she CAN and he knows shit loads. And Aramis keeps on consulting him on everything too, and Louis the XIV clearly showing favouritism to him.

Aramis is also just... staring the judge mcjudgeface DOWN. not breaking eye contact. Just staring. Every time the judge looks away or looks back - Aramis’s eyes boring holes in him. Aramis isn’t bothered, he’s all relaxed and smirking and just kind of sprawled. He probably shifts every now and then to explain things and, he’s Minister and Very Important, but everyone knows that Minister d’Herblay still carries a sword that is Not As Ceremonial As It Ought to be, and not so many people knew before today that he also carries pistols in his boots and knives in the lining of his jacket.

Athos is at court, too, for whatever reason. He just moves subtly through the crowd and stands directly behind judge mcjudgerson (I dunno his name ok), and just ... breathes. He just stands there and doesn’t look at the judge at all, but the judge can’t move without stepping on him, and he’s just There. Arms loose at his sides. Not threatening AT ALL. The judge might try and move sideways but when he moves Aramis tenses ever so slightly and Athos just shifts along with him.

Porthos is pretending not to notice a thing. He looks at the judge and pretends not to recognise him. Pretends not to care. Just to show that he is so unimportant and that had so little effect on him or his life.

Constance is with the Queen, as she often is. Or she was to begin with, until she worked out who the judge was. Then she stands beside the judge and pulls out a fuck off great kitchen knife, primly. People stare but Constance has got over her fear of what people might think of her. She runs a garrison, she teaches cadets to spar, she took on Feron for years and didn’t exactly come out on top but definitely didn’t lose either. She can think up an excuse for sitting at court with a carving knife later. For now she just smiles. And grins the heel of her boot into the judge’s foot, the sword she carries knocking into him.

d’Artagnan is on duty outside of the room but Constance sends him a message and he has the judge’s carriage taken away for some minor violation. Then he decides what the heck, and finds the head of the red guard (the Red Guard and the Queen’s Musketeers are still rivals but they’re ‘friendly’ rivals who work together sometimes). Together they go tear the judge’s big house apart until they find something. Look, the guy’s an absolute wanker, there IS something. Be it trading with the Spanish for luxury goods, or writing hateful screeds against the Queen Regent, or something he did ages ago against Treville when he was Regent, or even a letter mentioning his wish that Gaston had won the throne, there is definitely something. Probably many things. So d’Artagnan and the Red Guards gather everything, and when the judge tries to leave the Louvre he’s arrested.

I want a Leverage AU now where they take down the motherfucker. And he turns in bewilderment and sees them all lined up, and there’s Porthos, who was the client but well what can they say, he’s one of the team now.

#Porthos #general porthos du vallon #fuck that judge with many cacti

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tatzelwyrm · 7 years

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reasons why that richelieu-lives-verse is the best:

@bean-about-townn

Richelieu bowing before Regent!Treville (even months later Treville still thinks this takes so much getting used to)

Richelieu calling Regent!Treville Your Highness (it’s unsettling to Treville at first, but it becomes more bearable when he thinks of the way Richelieu uses that title in private)

Regent!Treville openly supporting the policies of his first minister and no one thinking that’s odd, because that’s how these things are supposed to go now (this one gives Treville the most pleasure).

#trevilieu #don't you care about porthos #fanficcy thoughts #richelieu/treville #think of all the privacy #that a queen regent and a male minister could never have #that's all theirs and theirs alone #all the private meetings <33

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becumsh · 6 years

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Please, do Treville for the head-canon meme!

Buckle up, I have a LOT

Headcanon A: what I think realistically

He has a very funny accent. He’s a Gascon boy, that’s basically Manchester or something, am I right.

I want to say that he was born grumpy, but it’s not true, because when he was young, he was a little shit.

He’s very fond of his sister, and even though he never has time to visit, when he does he always babysits his nieces and nephews. He complains about the musketeers, and his sister is like ‘but you are not married, and you don’t have children’ and Treville is like ‘they are my subordinates!!!’ and then he realises that no, they are his children, and it’s a cross he has to bear.

He’s actually a good cook. His meals are always simple but hearty, but the musketeers are always amazed how he can whip up a good meal out of literally nothing. The occasion rarely presents itself, but like ‘he’s a man??? He cooks??? We are all shook!!1’.

When he first saw Richelieu it was hate at first sight. But he’s had absolute respect for him, always. And slowly he grew to understand him.

Treville during the Day of the Dupes was ordered to kill Richelieu, and it’s canon, it happened in history. He spent restless sleepless nights because even then he could fathom letting Richelieu die, lest from his hand. But he also couldn’t fathom betraying the Crown he served. So he’s torn, and feels hella fucking guilty, obviously Richelieu picks up on that, but obviouly Treville says that nothing’s wrong and brushed Richelieu off. So Treville is like ‘I can’t do it.

It’s literally the first time when Treville realises with painful clarity that there are some things he simply can’t give up for the sake of France. So when it’s all over he vows to make sure that he won’t have to make this choice ever again.

It happened in history, I still can’t stop talking about it. It’s in the introduction to my Richelieu’s memoirs. IT HAPPENED. IM DYING.

Headcanon B: what I think is fucking hilarious

Treville was such a little shit back in his early days. Just IMAGINE. Also his ex captain never believed that Treville would make it, so when he found out he literally laughed for 3 hours straight, then he realised that the regiment is doomed.

The reason Treville is intolerant of the Inseparables but loves them anyway is that he was more mischievous than the four of them combined. So he’s both ‘I would’ve give you a 10 miles head-start, you could’ve done it so much better’ and ‘Now I kinda understand my ex captain’.

This is not headcanon, it’s canon, but Treville doesn’t get paid enough for all the shit he deals on a daily basis, and I don’t know how he hasn’t got an ulcer yet from all the stress. But like it’s so fucking hilarious, Treville CONSTANTLY thinks ‘why don’t I just retire, so I don’t have to deal with all the inane shit Louis says and all the shit (i.e. everything) the musketeers do’ but he obviously continues to be Captain. And he likes to complain and suffer loudly.

I think that he’s actually well-read but he likes to pretend he’s a stupid crass pleb to rile Richelieu up (Corneille is not tHAT great), until he realises that Treville is fucking with him, which makes him even more pissed.

Headcanon C: what is heart-crushing and awful but fun to inflict on friends

Richelieu died when he and Treville had a fall out. Treville never got to say that he and Richelieu would never have been done for good, so Richelieu died thinking that they were done. And Treville kept thinking about it, how miserable he was, how miserable Richelieu must have been, how he died without knowing that he was loved more than anyone in France, and that he never got to tell him because of the fall out that now feels so stupid and inconsequential.

His boys were literally fucking celebrating the fact that Richelieu died. As the majority of court as well. The excruciating pain of going to the Court and hearing that everyone is so fucking happy over the death of Richelieu, a man whom he’s loved for decades. And then going back to the garrison, his safe place, place where he feels at home. And then listening to his boys, his dear boys, joking about Richelieu’s death, being happy about him, saying crude words and insults. And then Treville has to keep his mask on, even though all he wanted is to smack them and tell them how important Richelieu is, was, how the existence of France was dependent on him, that safety of the King and State was in Richelieu’s hands, and he was never selfish, that he was country’s servant, a better one then all of them combined. But he has to keep straight face and ignore their jokes. I’m like dead now.

Treville lives to see Fronda, Anne and the Dauphin are in danger. The three of them are barricaded in some room or what have you. Anne is panicking and she thinks they are going to die, that the monarchy and Bourbon blood line is dead. She sobs and confesses that it was her who wrote to her brother, and he got Richelieu eliminated, i.e. killed. She says that her son isn’t Louis’, she confesses because she thinks she has nothing to lose, that she needs to confess before she dies. Treville is silent for long minutes, and she begs him to say something. Treville then says, without looking at her and keeping his eyes on the door, ‘I know, Your Majesty. I have known for a very long time.’ Obviously Anne bursts into tears and asks if she’s going to hell or whatever, asking for Treville’s forgiveness (she doesn’t know about Richelieu and Treville, ofc, but you know, FRONDA and if she didn’t order Richelieu’s elimination, they both know that shit would have never happened). So she asks if he’s forgiven her, Treville says, basically, ‘lol, bitch, of course no’. So she then asks why he protected her and her son for all these years. And then Treville answers that France and The Crown are bigger than him, bigger than Anne herself, Your Majesty, and I learnt to not let personal issues cloud my judgement. Treville saves the day, Fronda ends, he retires to his estate.

Headcanon D: what would never work with canon but the canon is shit so I believe it anyway

TREVILLE IS REGENT, RICHELIEU IS SAVED FROM SPANISH PRISON, THEY ARE BOTH ALIVE, ANNE AND THE REST CAN CHOKE. THAT’S ALL I HAVE TO SAY.

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