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beware the sapphire peak - chapter 2.

aemond targaryen x wife reader x alys rivers a period piece, set in 1902.

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you're a young, american lady who is an aspiring author. you are wooed by a mysterious and charming savant from england. swept off your feet, you're whisked away to his family's ancient estate, Dragonstone Hall. but with all stories, secrets are hiding around every corner, and your suitor is no different. a crimson peak inspired mini series.

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content: smut (specifics below cut), angst, gaslighting, unhealthy relationships, manipulation, alys in her girlboss gatekeep gaslight era, no use of y/n, afab reader, pre-established alysmond, this isn't going where you think it is(it might be), infidelity-ish, polyamory, mentions of infertility, murder, depictions of murder/violence

once upon a december - invadable harmony • reflections - toshifumi hinata

warnings: oral (f receiving), p in v, creampie, inappropriate use of high valyrian

As you passed through the threshold of the building, you looked upon the tapestries that lined the walls– they seemed to tell a story, a story of dragons, war, betrayal and succession. The woven tapestries were over eight feet tall, hanging from old iron nails that pinned them to the stone bulwark. Beyond those, were the beginnings of many, many portraits of Targaryens long passed. They were all otherworldly looking, your eyes glazing over at their perfectly captured features.

Aemond’s gentle squeeze to your hand brought you back to reality, following the line of your gaze to the portraits. “Some people have said that Targaryens are closer to Gods than people,” he smirked, chuckling softly. “When we rode dragons and conquered land and sky, perhaps. But not now– we are merely mortals once again.”

“Ah, and here I thought I married an immortal being, what a pity.” you jested, your tongue poking in your cheek.

“A pity indeed– luckily I snagged myself a Goddess, hm?” he whispered lowly, craning his head to nose at your jawline, planting little kisses upon your soft skin. He was so close to you, his scent all consuming in your nostrils as you drank in the feather light touch of his lips upon you. You were surprised that you’d made it into the building without the both of you making love on the floor like rutting animals, truly.

The sound of heels clicking pulled you both from your stupor. As you turned around, you looked upon the woman that was in the window, the real one, atleast. She was tall, a few inches shorter than Aemond, but she still towered over you– they both did– her hair was pinned in a neat half-do, the slightly wavy tresses in a gorgeous, deep brown color, like freshly brewed coffee. Her eyes, a lively emerald green, blinked slowly as she looked you up and down, assessing you. She seemed to be more mature than you and Aemond, likely by fifteen or so years. The only indication of her age were the soft gleam of one or two errant gray hairs and the lines of her face, laugh lines, crow’s feet alike, were illuminated under the flickering light in the foyer. She wore a deep green dress, a similar shade to her eyes. “Lord Targaryen, Lady Targaryen,” she greeted, her voice deep and silky– it reminded you of the timbre of a wonderful cello you’d heard in an orchestra in New York City, instantly sending your heart aflutter.

“My love, this is Alys Rivers. She is the estate’s governess,” Aemond introduced, one eye lingering upon Alys before returning to you. “She’s been with us for many years and is more than happy to help you get acquainted with the ins-and-outs of the Keep.”

You suddenly remembered your manners, hand extended out to her. “Miss Rivers, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” you smiled, your hand enveloped by hers. It was a bit cold, but warmed up quickly within your own.

“And you, my lady. I’m sure we will become fast friends.” Alys responded coolly, her mouth perking into a similar grin, her thumb lingering over the back of your hand for a bit longer than necessary as she squeezed it lightly before letting go

Certainly you didn’t imagine that?

“It is good to see you again, Alys. I hope to not be away from the estate for so long again,” Aemond hummed, watching as you and the governess’ hands lingered with one another, then turning back to face you. “Shall we get settled in, my dear?” he asked. You knew exactly what he meant by settling in– and it would be the opposite of what you would be doing.

“It is good to have you back, Lord Targaryen. Let us hope you won’t need to leave again any time soon.” Alys gave a wry smile, regarding you both before curtsying and flittering away.

Aemond led you up the stairs, up to the third floor, where the master bedroom lay. The hallways narrowed as you traversed the home, with Aemond pointing out a few of the key points of the estate to you on the way. Then, he stopped at a gilded pair of double doors, the handles were beautifully complex dragons carved from a deep brown and red cedar, their eyes fashioned from jewels. It was the height of opulence– edging on gaudiness for your taste, but you married into practical royalty, so you couldn’t complain.

Opening them, it revealed a large room decorated in black and green, with the occasional splash of red and gold. The walls were lined with towering bookshelves, cornered by a soft reading nook with two plush chairs. The bed was spacious, twice the size of the bed you had at home, which was a king size– you didn’t even know what to classify this size as. Monarch size? Dragon size? It was huge, that was all you knew, furnished in a soft red velvet sheet set.

You walked to the bed, fingers glazing over the silken soft sheets. “This is… the softest thing I’ve ever felt in my life, my God.” you murmured, beginning to unbutton your outer coat and shed your layers. You wished to feel the plush silk on your bare skin.

“I hope it’s to your liking, love.” Aemond came up behind you, helping you shed your unsightly amount of layers until you were in your silken shift and undergarments. His hand began to wander, bunching up the fabric of your shift and pulling it upward, until he could rest his hand on your bare stomach.

The sensation of his warm hand on your stomach made you flutter slightly, pressing back against him. “Yes, I’d say it’s quite to my liking– though, I suppose we shall put it to the test, won’t we?” you teased, your arm coming up to caress his cheek.

As your hand touched his face, his hand rose up higher and higher, exploring further. His hand found solace atop your corseted brassiere, the tiniest growls of frustration escaping from his lips. His free hand began working double time to undo the series of laces. “You won’t be needing to wear these anymore, my love,” he grumbled, biting softly on your earlobe as he continued his race to undress you. “In fact, I’d like it if you didn’t wear anything at all.”

You giggled, shimmying out of the brassiere, to which he threw aside. “I’m sure that Miss Rivers would find that garish and uncouth, Aemond. I can come to a compromise, though,” you purred, switching around to where you were sitting on the edge of the bed, pulling him towards you by the hem of his shirt.

“A compromise,” he repeated, “And what sort of compromise would that be?” Aemond asked, kneeling down in front of you now.

“Perhaps I may not wear any undergarments at all under my clothes,” you whispered, craning your neck downward as you tilted his chin upward. “For easier access.”

The sound that came from Aemond could only be categorized as animalistic and primal, his lips melding with yours in a rising fervor. It was a clash of teeth and tongue, his hand pawing at your now freed breast, thumb and forefinger pinching your nipple– eliciting a surprised gasp from you. You’d never been touched in such a way and the little spark of pain that went through you mingled with your pleasure. You liked it, conveying this to your husband by increasing the fever pitch of your kisses, mouth parted as your tongues danced together in the most lascivious of ways, as if you were trying to eat one another alive.

“What did I do,” he breathed between your assaults on each other’s mouths. “To deserve such a beautiful wife, hm?” his hand had become permanently rested on your breast, rubbing your stiffened nipple like he was trying to elicit every moan possible from you from just this alone. “A beautiful wife who makes all of the most beautiful little noises?”

You were rendered speechless, your response coming out only as a whine as he pushed you back on the bed, pulling your underwear down. He made a noise of satisfaction at what he saw, seemingly pleased with how you looked, his hand grazing through your wisps of pubic hair before parting your soaked folds. You stared down at him beneath half-lidded eyes, your body heat emanating from you like a furnace, the heights of your cheeks red with pleasure.

Aemond was continually spurred on by your state of being, like you were clay within his hands, and he was the sculptor. He nudged your legs open more, his fingers spreading you open. You whimpered as the cold air hit your core, but it was immediately replaced by a warm heat– his breath fanning over you.

“Please,” was all that could come out of your mouth as you looked at him.

His pupil was blown wide, the blue usually there eclipsed by black as he dragged his tongue over your folds, testing your taste. Humming in contentment with the taste, he went back in for another, lapping over your wet sex, the cleft of his nose rubbing against your clit. You fought the urge to close your legs out of instinct, feeling a warm sensation barrelling toward you as if you needed to relieve yourself. Your eyes were more open now in a slight panic at the feeling, but Aemond just grinned, keeping up his pace and even quickening it.

You grasped at his hair, the white-blonde strands fisted in your hand as you moaned broken strings of his name as your first orgasm washed over you, and in turn, him. You felt a rush of wetness come from your body, which was now glistening upon Aemond’s maw, his mouth still twisted into a smile, like he had just had the greatest meal of his life. He came up between your legs again, unbuckling his belt and discarding his trousers and undergarments without much ceremony– you both didn’t have time for it now, especially when you could see the weeping need coming from him, dripping at the tip of his cock.

His lips found yours again, and you could taste yourself on his tongue. You didn’t consider yourself a sexual woman really, but God, if this wasn’t the epitome of eroticism– you wanted this moment seared into your brain like a brand.

“I’ll go slow, love,” he breathed, lips barely parted from yours. “Let me know if it’s too much.”

You nodded in affirmation, not capable of forming words at the moment. You hope you'll become more adept at dirty talk, just seeing how one ‘Please’ spurred your husband into action like a horse at a derby. You felt the head of his cock swipe against your soaked core, then slowly easing in. The stretch alone, the flame of pain that was just there, right on the precipice, ignited that familiar feeling within you once more. It was goddamn delicious, the feeling of being full, full of your husband– the thought made your eyes roll back in your head for a moment as he buried himself to the hilt.

The cherry on top, however, was when you finally got a glimpse of Aemond’s face– both of his eyes were closed, mouth slightly agape, hair strewn mess. He was concentrating so intensely on not bursting inside of you within seconds, as your tightness squeezed him like a vice. “Fuck,” he grunted, his use of foul language sending shocks of pleasure throughout your extremities. “You’re so tight– Christ above.” Aemond began to move then, thrusting back and forth, just to focus his mind on the motions and not to bust a moment in. He murmured praises in your ear, some in English and some in another language you didn’t understand, but it was primal and ancient, you could tell just by how he sounded out the words, and it was no doubt something dirty and more than likely downright feral. “Issa gevie ābrazȳrys, sīr ȳrda, sīr vok. Ry ñuhon, ry ñuhon.” My beautiful wife, so tight, so perfect. All mine, all mine.

Judging by how he pounded into you, the sound of flesh against flesh filling the room, coupled with your cacophony of whines and moans, he was close, chasing his high. His pace hastened and your legs fastened around his midsection to keep him as close as possible– a reaction your body made on its own, seemingly.

A sequence of unintelligible curses and erotic sweet-nothings came from his mouth as he gave one final push– a low, reverberating grunt coming from the depths of his chest as he stilled, spending inside of you. His lips smeared against your neck, nothing coming from his mouth but hefty pants.

You both caught your breaths and he softened inside of you, then cleaned you both up after– you would’ve helped as well, but your legs were jelly, and simply refused to pick you up from the bed. Aemond was more than happy to pick you up and tuck you under the covers, holding you close to him, as if you might fly away during the night.

You dreamed of dark hallways and pale visages looking upon you– you woke up several times during the night, seeing pairs of eyes staring at you, pity in their ghastly gaze. You would fall back asleep and think nothing of it.

–

“Looking at something, dearest?” Aemond hummed, his thumb parting another page further into the book he was reading, the room illuminated in candlelight. It had been a whole fortnight since you moved into the estate– you had been able to sit down and write even more, and Aemond had helped you send off your manuscript to a reputable publisher in London, who was a family friend of the Targaryens. You began your second novel, which was inspired by Dragonstone Hall and the odd dreams you’d had as of late, laden with peering eyes and ghostly figures.

You were perched on the window seat, the silk of your nightgown clinging to you like a second skin. Moving forward, you looked down upon the courtyard and beyond, seeing the moonlit horizon painting the sea, waves ebbing and flowing like beautiful clockwork. Glancing over your shoulder to your husband, his usual harsh features softened by the gentle flicker of the bee’s wax candles. A smile crept on your lips, which in turn, caused his own to upturn into a returning grin. “Just enjoying the view of the sea.”

“‘Tis dark, my love,” he closed the book, setting it aside. “Are you an owl and I did not know it? Seeing in the dark?” he got up from his position on the bed, making his way to you.

“Perhaps I am an owl,” you giggled, “But the moon and sky are especially clear tonight– a perfect view.”

He perched his chin upon your shoulder, looking out of the window with you. “A clear sky. That must be a good omen, hm? Alys has told me that it was storming constantly while I was gone.”

“A good omen indeed,” you purred, nuzzling your nose into his neck. Out of the corner of your eye, looking down into the courtyard, you could’ve sworn you saw two men, ghastly white, walking upon the green. But when you turned your head to get another look, Aemond enveloped your lips into a kiss, pulling you back towards him, and back towards your bed. You didn’t get another glimpse at the courtyard until it was cloudy and dark once again.

No one was there.

–

“Oh, hello, Miss Rivers,” you murmur softly, your voice still hoarse with sleep. You brush a few errant curls away from your face as you go to pour yourself a cup of tea, bare feet padding upon the tiled kitchen floor. “Good morning.”

“Just Alys is fine, dear,” she smiles, her emerald eyes shining clearly– she must’ve already been wide awake for a few hours. “Please, let me.” Alys sits up from her chair, moving near you and pouring water from the kettle into your cup before you could even grab it.

You glance up at her– she was much taller than you, like Aemond– a feeling of embarrassment coming over you. “Oh– thank you,” you manage to muster, “But it… it isn’t necessary, Mis– Alys.”

The older woman looks at you with an expression of curiosity, you had said something truly novel. “Ah. You aren’t like the others, then. Good.” she smiled, the sides of her mouth crinkling. Something about it made your heart skip a beat– what was going on?

“The others?” you asked, stirring your cup which was now steeping with a fruity, floral tea bag. You scooped a heap of sticky honey from a reserve of it on the counter, preferring your tea extra sweet.

Alys watched as you stirred in the thick substance, before lifting her eyes to you. “The other– former– denizens of the estate, my lady. Lord Targaryen’s other family. Excellent employers, but they always asked for me to do things beyond my job description. Pour tea, serve lunch, draw baths." She took a seat then at the small kitchen table, but not before grabbing the entire jar of honey, putting it in the middle.

You took a seat across from her. “As a… governess, your job is to care for and educate children, correct?” you crossed one leg over the other, leaning back against the wooden backing of the chair, which was carved with intricate depictions of dragons and swords.

“Correct, my lady. Sometimes the estate was bereft of children, thus no one to care for or teach. Between you and I, sometimes the adults acted as overgrown children, demanding and grabby,” she spooned honey into her own cup, which was a dark, swirling liquid you couldn’t quite identify. “As it is now– but more so. You, Lord Targaryen, and I are the only denizens of the Keep.”

You coughed slightly as you heard her. The only ones? There were only three of you at this massive estate– and… what of the faces you saw when you arrived? The men you saw out in the courtyard just the eve before? You placed down your cup with a shaky hand. “P-pardon me,” you sputtered, hitting a hand upon your chest to try and catch your breath. “We are the only ones?” you looked at Alys with wide eyes.

“Yes, my dear. But this building is centuries upon centuries old, you know. Do you believe in ghosts, Lady Targaryen?”

You perked up at the notion, the part of your brain that loved the macabre and weird firing off on all cylinders. “Oh, yes! They interest me quite greatly.”

Alys gave a lopsided smile, her brows perked as if surprised by your reaction. “I didn’t expect such… an enthusiastic response, my lady. Most women are afraid of such ghastly notions.” she leaned forward, propping her chin on her open palm. “The estate is haunted, you know, by centuries of Targaryens past and then some.”

“Oh, you must tell me their names and stories,” you leaned forward in turn, mimicking her interest in the conversation and then some, fully enraptured by the tales of tragedy, of love long lost, betrayal and beyond.

The two of you ended up talking at the table for hours, until the sun was high in the sky to indicate noon– you only parted with her when Aemond had come into the kitchen to request your presence in the gardens. He was quite amused that you and Alys had melded together so quickly– he quoted you as ‘two barn owls, flitting feathers in the rafters and sharing stories over a juicy mouse’.

It made you giggle.

–

From that day on, your days started and ended much the same. You would be excited, giddy, like a kid on Christmas morn, to go down and talk to Alys. You didn’t quite understand why you were so excited to be around her, why she enraptured you so– it felt good to entertain her and make her laugh, much in the same vein as you felt doing similar for Aemond.

You admired her, in a way, she was such a strong woman, yet unmarried and without children. But she cited that she didn’t need them, the husband at least. She had confessed to you that she had been married before, long ago in her youth. ‘Young, dumb and in love’, she had explained it– only to find out that she was unable to have children. Your heart clenched as she told her story, how she desperately wanted children of her own and went into governess work to have some semblance of it.

In turn, you opened your heart to Alys, confiding about your mother and the struggles with losing her at such a young age. You cried and embraced her, to which she returned wholeheartedly– but she didn’t cry.

Your nights would come to a close within Aemond’s grasp, whether upon the bed, prostrated on his desk, or in the reading nook. ‘Twas a dreamy life for you.

You woke on a particularly dreary morning, over three months after your marriage, the downpour of sodden English weather clouding the skies and dampening the moods of everyone involved. Lightning struck, thunder rumbling the ground thoroughly and without mercy. When you stepped out of your bedroom, Aemond was still asleep– he had worked through the night on a massive proposal to the Lord of the next town over, working out some trade routes to have fresh fruit brought up to the estate in exchange for the homegrown honey.

Your bare feet padded on the wooden floors, they were cold and the air felt… thick and slightly electrified. It sent your head into a tizzy as you grabbed the metal knob of the washroom door, feeling a sparking jolt go through you. It shocked you! Rattled, but undeterred, you put your hand on the knob again and attempted to open it, only to be met with another tremor of electricity, stinging the palm of your hand.

“Come on,” you groaned in frustration, practically crossing your legs by how badly you needed to relieve yourself. Electroshock therapy be damned, you wouldn’t be shut out of the privy any longer. You pressed your shoulder to the door, twisting the knob as it continually pestered you with numbing sparks, then gave the door a firm push– it gave away, opening and sending you sprawling to the floor at a high velocity. You landed on your knees, face inches away from the lip of the tub; you cringed as you imagined the sight of your face smashed to a jelly, bleeding out upon the floor. Small mercies.

Pulling yourself up, you glanced over the bathtub, using it as leverage to get up. Upon looking into it, you saw something you never expected to– a woman, nude and red haired with translucent skin was curled in the bath in a fetal position, her throat slashed and bleeding red rivulets, blending into the small droplets of water that lined the tub. You were too surprised to scream, pushing yourself back from the tub and once again sprawling to the floor, mouth agape.

You were going insane– surely…

Your heart was in your throat as you eased up, glancing back into the tub. The woman was gone, the porcelain lining of the tub clean as could be.

Mayhaps Alys’ ghost stories had gotten to you, more than you thought?

Turning around to finally use the privy, you were in awe that you didn’t piss yourself, you sat down on the toilet, your head in your hands as you emptied your overly full bladder. It was silent, save for the sound of the rain pattering against the stained glass window pane, the distant rumble of thunder and… heavy breathing. You stopped your own breaths– the sound consisted. It was right in front of you.

With shaky hands slowly moving away from your eyes, you looked upon who was in front of you. It was the woman you saw in the bathtub– her neck still bleeding, her eyes wide and bloodshot, her face stained with tears and blood. Her chest rose and fell heavily with her ghastly breaths as she stared right at you. Her jaw was broken, mouth off kilter as it was agape with her labored puffs, teeth askew and rotted. You still felt like you weren’t breathing, your heart pattering like a hummingbird in your chest, about to explode.

“Who. Are. You.” she asked, voice far away and broken, like a whisper on the wind.

“L-Lady Targaryen,” you responded, your head pounding in sync with your heart– you felt like you were about to pass out.

The woman looked at you, her already wide eyes widening beyond the point they should even be able to, the sclera eclipsed in pure red, tinging on inky black ichor. Her hand, gaunt and bony, raised to you, her pointer finger pointing at you, inches away. “You,” she hissed. “You. Won’t leave this place. You. Will die. And stay here. Bones and all. Sinew and muscle, pulled from flesh.”

“W-who are you? How can I help you?” you whispered frantically, your entire body shaking.

Her mouth twisted into a sickly smile. “You. Cannot help. For I– am you. Lady Targaryen. One. Of many.”

You blinked, eyes roving to think of something to respond– but when you looked up, she was gone. The air was normal and the storm outside had quelled. It was as if nothing had happened. You sat still on the toilet, eyes open until they started to burn.

What just happened? Are you truly going mad?

You rushed downstairs after, almost tripping and falling at least twice along the way. You rushed to find Alys, who you hoped would quell your mind like the storm had been.

“Alys,” you croaked, flying into the kitchen like a bat out of hell. “Alys, Alys,” you blubbered, you weren’t sure when you started crying.

She was sitting at the table, up in an instant. “My dear, my dear, what’s happened? Are you alright?” she crooned, arms around you instantly.

“I-I… please, promise you won’t think I’m mad–”

“We are all mad in some ways, dearest. You can tell me anything.” she hummed, sitting you down on your chair and fixing your tea for you, bringing over the fresh honey, the comb still attached.

“T-there was a woman,” you breathed, your finger slicing across your neck to indicate where her bleeding wound had been. “S-she… she… she said I’m going to die?” you took your tea with a shaky hand, sipping, but it didn’t help calm you. “I-I’m a horror author, I shouldn’t be scared of this sort of thing, Alys! What is wrong with me? I’m going mad.”

“Shh, shh, dove,” she instructed, pulling her chair around the table to sit close to you, arm still around you. “Just breathe– did you get enough sleep last night?”

“Y-yes– I.. I think so,” you murmured, hands still shaking.

Alys took your hand in hers, the other going to spoon some honey from the bowl. She roved small smoothing circles over the back of your palm. “You must get more rest, dearest. I’ll make you a tea tonight, it will help,” she whispered, her mouth close to your ear as she guided the spoon of honey, comb and all, towards your mouth. “Open.”

You had to chalk it up to the storm, the nightmare or whatever you could categorize your encounter with the ghostly woman as, but you recused yourself into Alys’ touch, eyes trained taut upon her as you opened your mouth. She spooned the honey onto your tongue, pulling the utensil away with a sticky trail of saliva and honey– to which she proceeded to lick off.

Your head was swirling– you had admired Alys and thought her beautiful from the moment you saw her and you always liked women. You thought them soft and warm and could fill a certain void within you left by the death of your mother– but you had never… thought of a woman in a romantic light, surely? Your heart skipped a beat as you were so close to her, mouth parted. You could smell her light perfume, a lovely scent of vanilla and floral notes.

The same feeling of elation that you felt when Aemond caressed you, kissed you, whispered sweet nothings to you was prominent in the pit of your stomach. You could count the speckles of light hazel in her emerald eyes from your close proximity. It was unsure who closed the gap first– but your lips melded to Alys’, tasting the sweet honey on her mouth, swiping your tongue across them to gather the syrupy nectar. Her hand caressed the back of your neck so tenderly as you pressed closer together, mouths parting to envelop each other’s tongues until the tastes of both of you were one in the same– saccharine, cloying, sticky sugar.

You had forgotten who you were or where you were, only enjoying the moment with Alys, when you heard the rumble of thunder off in the distance, it broke you from your union. Panic washed over you, your face going beet red.

What had you done?

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platycryptus · 2 years

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this flower-feeding inchworm (larva of the wavy-lined emerald moth, Synchlora aerata) is a “decorator caterpillar” that chews off pieces of leaves and flowers and attaches them to its body for camouflage. Its strange twitchy movements probably help it look more like a piece of debris in the wind than a crawling caterpillar.

this one was feeding on goldenrod and has mostly dead, brown flower parts, but they’ll also cover themselves with brightly colored petals depending on what kind of flower they’re feeding on. The adult wavy-lined emerald is bright green and holds its wings flat at rest to stay hidden on leaves.

(Massachusetts, 8/6/22)

#moths #lepidoptera #geometridae #inchworms #caterpillars #insects #entomology #bugs #bugblr

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katsukikitten · 8 months

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Again inspired by the kween Marqi kisses for her

You run your tongue across your teeth as you watch your hulking, way too nice boyfriend grab something from the top shelf for a shorter woman.

Which normally his kindness was a turn on for you, it still is because you know you should be a kinder person like him, especially to strangers but there was a line to be drawn when it came to manipulators. One your sweet nerd of a boyfriend obviously didn't see.

The woman was pretty, had assumed you in all black with your 90s pig tails and two front strands was here all by yourself. Moody makeup would obviously clash with the man's soft freckles and warm sunshine smile. As if you were a thundercloud rolling in to dampen the summer day.

Watching her ask for help but not really even wanting whatever the fuck was on the top shelf. Not moving as she made attempt after attempt to reach the item to show that she couldn't, trying to seem helpless and make her ass bigger at the same time.

Hoping he'd do that thing where he presses his strong body against hers, that his shirt would ride up and show the beauty mark or two that adorned his Adonis belt and that maybe, if the girl was lucky, she could feel him growing hard against her ass.

Your sharp black claws bite into your skin, counting down from ten, starting over when you get to eight six times over before you can even imagine to get down to five.

He doesn't do as the random girl wishes, if anything he stands a good distance apart, reaching from the side to grab the canned item that conflicts with her very organic and fresh vibe her hand basket was going for. Her embarrassment is evident and quick after she asks a question. Watching Izuku's body language turn to apologetic as he bows his head of wavy dark emerald curls before tilting it towards you.

Watching horror cross her features as you grip the cart filled with food for your shared apartment with a white knuckled grip. Yet still the jealousy burns hot in your stomach, clawing at your heart until it was ripped to shreds.

This was exactly why you dated mean ones, the golden retriever types made you feel crazy.

Wholly possessive.

Still he comes over with his disarming smile letting his thumb swipe over your cheek. Letting his emerald eyes stare down at your signature shego top lip, fixing his dark green flannel you threw on to fight the cold in your dark leggings and t-shirt.

A glint in his eyes that darkens further proving that maybe your sweet boy wasn't as innocent as he claimed to be. Leaning over to press his lips to yours, hiding your lipstain that morning so the dark creamy makeup could stick to his lips.

Softly whispering into your ear, knowing he didn't have any ill intentions or was trying to make you jealous despite his next words. In fact he didn't think anything of helping that woman until he saw that look of anger in your eyes that made his cock throb with need when he made his way back to the cart.

"Now you know how I feel when the mean ones flirt with you." Voice darkening as he adds, "Like they could ever make my mean girl smile like I can. Scream like I can."

Then he moves away, with a bright smile on his face after he pops his lips to even out the black pigment from yours. No longer the dark looming man he was just seconds ago.

"Come on baby, we still have to get cake to bring to the party."

#kitten chats 🖤🐈‍⬛#kitten writes izuku 🖤🐈‍⬛

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Wavy-lined Emerald Moth (Synchlora aerata), family Geometridae, Mangini Ranch, Contra Costa County, California, USA

photograph by Kaldari

#emerald moth #moth #synchlora #geometridae #lepidoptera #insect #animals #nature #north america #entomology

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old-memories-and-echos · 14 days

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more moths

#luna moth #wavy lined emerald #moths #green

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moths-daily · 8 months

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Who is this little beauty I saw on my kitchen counter???

🖤 your blog!!

I believe its a wavy lined emerald moth.

#[non motd]#[moth id]#[motd asks]#lepidopterology #moths #moth #lepidoptera

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chic-a-gigot · 6 months

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Le Petit écho de la mode, no. 48, vol. 18, 29 novembre 1896, Paris. 1. (1.) Capote Mercédès à 7 fr. 45. — (2.) Col en castor à 53 fr. 95; Manchon assorti à 12 fr. 95. — (3.) Eventail à 4 fr. 95 et Capote Antonia pour théâtre à 5 fr. 85. Ville de Paris / Bibliothèque Forney

No. 1. (1) Capote Mercédès à 7 fr. 45. — La forme très gracieuse est en velours avec fond doré. Devant antennes en plumes de paon. Cache-peigne de roses de velours dont la nuance est au choix entre: rose, rubis, crème, paille, thé, mauve et violet. Le velours est dans les teintes suivantes: noir, tabac, rouge, émeraude, vert foncé, ciel, rose, marine, crème, vert Nil, héliotrope, violet et rubis. Le fond est doré ou en jais.

No. 1. (1) Mercedes capote at 7.45 fr. — The very graceful shape is in velvet with a golden background. Front peacock feather antennae. Velvet rose comb cover with a choice of shade: pink, ruby, cream, straw, tea, mauve and violet. The velvet is in the following shades: black, tobacco, red, emerald, dark green, sky, pink, navy, cream, Nile green, heliotrope, violet and ruby. The background is gold or jet.

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(2) Col haute nouveauté en castor Colombie loutre très foncé, entouré d’une large bande en mouflon gris clair moucheté noir. Dos forme pèlerine légèrement ondulée se termine en pointe devant. Col Médicis, pouvant se rabattre à volonté, en castor doublé à l’intérieur en mouflon. Hauteur devant à partir du pied du col 0m40 et dos 0m30. Prix 53 fr. 95. Manchon assorti en castor 12 fr. 95. Pour le col envoyer le tour de cou.

(2) New high collar in very dark Colombian otter beaver, surrounded by a wide band in light gray mouflon with black speckles. Slightly wavy pilgrim-shaped back ends in a point at the front. Medici collar, which can be folded down as desired, in beaver lined inside in mouflon. Height in front from the base of the collar 0.4 m and back 0.3 m. Price 53.95 fr. Matching beaver sleeve 12.95 fr. For the collar send the choker.

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No. 2. Capote Antonia pour théâtre et cérémonie â 5 fr. 85. — La forme gracieuse et distinguée est en velours; avec fond doré. Devant draperie de velours retenue par deux coulants eu perles. Sur le côté piquet de plumes frisées. Derrière nœud formé par deS coques de velours assorti. Les plumes et les coulants sont noirs ou blancs. Le fond est doré ou en jais. Nuances du velours au choix: ciel, rose, émeraude, vert foncé, tabac, loutre, saphir, turquoise, grenat, or, marine, mauve, violet, héliotrope, rubis, mousse, noir et crème. Corsage garni de mousseline de soie, de forme blouse, froncé devant, dos uni. Manche garnie dentelle. Matèriaux: 5 mètres soie, 2m50 plissé mousseline de soie.

No. 2. Antonia capote for theater and ceremony â 5.85 fr. — The graceful and distinguished form is in velvet; with golden background. Front velvet drapery held by two pearl slides. Curled feathers on the side. Behind bow formed by matching velvet shells. The feathers and runners are black or white. The background is gold or jet. Velvet shades to choose from: sky, pink, emerald, dark green, tobacco, otter, sapphire, turquoise, garnet, gold, navy, mauve, violet, heliotrope, ruby, moss, black and cream. Bodice trimmed with silk chiffon, blouse shape, gathered front, plain back. Lace trimmed sleeve. Materials: 5 meters silk, 2.5 m pleated silk chiffon.

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Eventail Louis XV à 4 fr. 95. — Monture os ou laquée avec incrustation or et satin orné de peinture fine. Hauteur totale de l’éventail: 0m24. Nuances au choix: Rose, ciel, crème, blanc, rouge et nil.

Louis XV fan at 4.95 fr. — Bone or lacquered frame with gold and satin inlay decorated with fine painting. Total height of the fan: 0.24 m. Shades to choose from: Pink, sky, cream, white, red and nil.

#Le Petit écho de la mode #19th century #1890s #1896 #on this day #November 29 #periodical #fashion #fashion plate #cover #color #description #hat #cape #collar #gigot

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vendetta-if · 2 years

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Characters List

ROs’ Artbreeder Portraits

Other Characters Portraits

Love Interests:

Ash Flynn [M/F] | The Childhood Best Friend 22 | 6′2″ (188 cm)

Ash has always been by your side for as long as you can remember. The child of your father’s closest childhood friend, they are fiercely loyal and protective of you. They have an infamous temper and a penchant to deal problems with force and violence.

Physical Appearance: Blazing, wavy, copper hair and deep emerald hued eyes. For male Ash, his hair is always kept short and often messy and unstyled. For female Ash, her hair is always kept at shoulder-length and most of the time loose, although she sometimes keeps her hair in a simple ponytail during physical intensive activities. They have rosy skin that is dusted with freckles all over their body. Both male and female Ash stand at 6’2” (188 cm) tall with lean and athletic build. They are 22 years old.

Ability: Pyrokinesis (fire creation and manipulation; immunity to fire and heat).

Words to describe them: fierce, violent, abrasive, rude, sarcastic, feral, confident, passionate, impulsive, loyal, protective

Will follow MC in all Endings (Criminal Heir, Vigilante, or Superhero).

Rin Aikawa [M/F] | The Heir of Aikawa Family 19 | 5′4″ (164 cm)

You have met Rin quite often when you were growing up under your uncle’s care. They are the future and heir of the Aikawa Criminal Family, which is allied to your family, the Morozovs. Together, your syndicate has been able to thrive and grow exponentially in Elysium City. Their father has been trying to get them and you together, either it’s from the clear benefits or a projection from his part.

Physical Appearance: Glistening, midnight colored straight hair and a pair of cold obsidian colored eyes. For Male Rin, his hair is always kept short and stiffly neatly styled back, no matter the occasion. For Female Rin, her hime haircut is always kept long past her shoulders. Her hairstyles sometimes vary depending on the event or mood; most of the time it is simply let loose, but sometimes she keeps them braided or in a side ponytail. Their porcelain skin is smooth and unblemished. Both male and female Rin stand at around 5’4” (164 cm) tall with lean and slim build. They are 19 years old.

Ability: Precognition (foresee possible futures and observe what may happen; more information they have, the more accurate the visions will be).

Words to describe them: Cold, logical, apathetic, detached, sharp mind, stoic, pragmatic, calculated, closed-off.

Will follow MC who goes for the Criminal Heir ending and Vigilante ending (if you gain their trust enough).

Santana Valdez [M/F] | The Detective 25 | 5′7″ (170 cm)

The detective being assigned to the high-profile case of the superheroes serial killings. They are the black sheep of the Elysium City Police Department. Most of the department dislikes them or at least distance themselves from them. They know they are assigned to this case to eventually be the scapegoat, but they’ll be damned if they won’t try their hardest to prove their whole department wrong.

Physical Appearance: Dark brown curly hair and hazel eyes that are accompanied by dark under-eye circles most of the time. For Male Santana, his hair reaches a little below his ears and most of the time looks messy and due for a haircut; also has light stubbles lining his jaw. For Female Santana, her hair is kept medium-length (longer than shoulder-length, but doesn’t reach mid-back) and almost always kept in a messy bun or ponytail. Their light bronze colored skin is littered with small scars from cuts and scrapes. Both male and female Santana stand at around 5’7” (170 cm) tall with average build. They are 25 years old.

Ability: Clairtelepathy (detecting mental resonance such as snippets of memories or strong emotions from the past).

Words to describe them: perpetually exhausted, overworked, idealistic, honest, genuine, sarcastic

Will follow MC who goes for the Vigilante ending and Criminal Heir ending (if you "show them how the city truly works").

Skylar Moore [M/F] | The Rising Star Superhero 21 | 5′11″ (180 cm)

The quickly rising star Superhero codenamed ‘Phase’. They have all the classic qualities of a classic comic book superhero: chiseled body, handsome/beautiful face with a dimple when they flash their perfect white teeth. They are also your mother’s protégé. They volunteered to help with the case, not only to help their fellow colleagues, but to also gain enough fame that will launch and secure their place among the top superheroes in Elysium City.

Physical Appearance: Shining golden blond, wavy hair and a pair of blue eyes that are reminiscent of a clear sky. For Male Skylar, his hair is kept short and cropped in a fashionable style. For Female Skylar, her hair is kept in a wavy, bob hairstyle. Their tanned skin is peppered with some hints of freckles, but is otherwise clear of any scars. Both male and female Skylar stand at around 5’11” (180 cm) all with a lean and muscular build. They are 21 years old.

Abilities: Density Control (change concentration and manipulate mass of objects) and Flight

Words to describe them: naive, playful, cheerful, vain, altruistic, golden heart, charismatic, heroic

Will follow MC who goes for the Superhero ending and Vigilante ending (if you help steer them on the "right path").

Other Important Characters:

Viktor ‘[Last Name]’ / Viktor Pavlovich Morozov [M] | Your Father

Your father. He was once the heir of the Morozov Family before he ran away from home and went to Elysium City to become a vigilante codenamed ‘Mimicry’ to find some sort of redemption. His vigilante career didn’t last that long, even though he really made a name for himself during his active years; all because he fell in love with the rising star superheroine, ‘Mirage’.

Physical Appearance: Same hair and eye colors as MC with pale skin littered with all kinds of scars. His hair was always kept short and neat. He was a very tall guy, standing at around 6’5” (195 cm). He was in his early 30s when he died.

Abilities: Power Replication (replicating the abilities of the person he touched for a limited period of time).

Luka Pavlovich Morozov [M] | Your Uncle

Your uncle and your father’s little brother. He is now the current acting head of the Morozov branch in Elysium City. He has been raising you after your father’s death and also Ash after their mother’s death. He’s been reluctant to fully step into his role as the new head of the family. He has always seen himself more suited as the trusted right-hand man of the family’s head; once he envisioned it to be your father, now it’s you.

Physical Appearance: Short black hair that he always keeps neatly parted to the side and a pair of icy blue eyes staring out of his clean-shaven, angular face. He’s a very tall guy, standing at around 6’3” (190 cm) tall. He is now entering his late 30s (around 38 years old).

Ability: Teleportation (short range blinks and long range teleportation).

Yvette Toussaint [F] | Your Mother

One of the city’s most famous and legendary superheroes codenamed ‘Mirage’ and also an absent mother of yours. She fell in love with your father after meeting him during his days as a vigilante. Their relationship didn’t last long when they found out that she was pregnant. In the end, she chose her career and rising fame as a superheroine instead of a life with you and your father. Now, 20 years later, she comes knocking on your door to ask for your help.

Physical Appearance: Same skin tone and hair texture as MC. She has brown eyes and long black hair that she styled in an elegant style while still being practical. Her skin is smooth and unblemished. She is a petite woman, standing at around 5’3” (160 cm) tall. A few years older than your father, she is now 45 years old, even though she looks a decade younger than that.

Abilities: Illusions (create illusions that look and feel realistic; people caught in the illusions will also feel whatever effects that they were hit by while being in the illusions) and Empathy (feel and be in tune to other people’s emotions and also enables the user to affect other people’s emotion temporarily).

#char: info #ro: ash #ro: rin #ro: santana #ro: skylar #char: viktor #char: luka #char: yvette #characters masterpost #if: vendetta

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Reborn as the Enemy Prince Official Character Profile and Author Q&A

With the release of the manhwa adaptation of "How to Live as the Enemy Prince" (or its official English title "Reborn as the Enemy Prince") this month, I've decided to loosely translate the character profile and Q&A the author released when she was still alive back in 2020.

And probably because lots of people are in disbelief that the 2nd prince's name is "Plants" and not "Plantz" or "Planche." 😂 Sorry, everyone. The author included an English translation of the character names in her character profile, so Manta's English translation of Plants's name is correct.

One more interesting trivia before we begin. The Korean title is 적국의 왕자로 사는 법, which roughly translates to "How to Live as the Prince of an Enemy Country." Its abbreviated by Korean readers as 적왕사, which interestingly translates into "The Red King." Probably a foreshadowing of Kalian's future. But I'll use the abbreviation REP from the official English title to avoid confusion.

***SPOILERS BELOW!!! BEWARE!***

Character Profile

Kalian Rain Cyries

Age: 16

Birthday: August 16

Appearance: Black hair, red eyes, short straight hair

Height: 178cm

Magic: Wind magic

Bern Secritia

Age: 26 (at the time of death)

Birthday: February 30

Appearance: Blue-silver hair, light purple eyes, long straight hair (likes ponytails)

Height: 188cm

Plants Lune Cyries

Age: 17

Birthday: November 12

Appearance: Light emerald hair, light green eyes, very slightly curly short hair (longer than Kalian)

Height: 179cm

Randel Sile Cyries

Age: 19

Birthday: January 7

Appearance: Blonde hair, dark blue eyes, hair a little curlier than Plants and slightly longer than shoulder line

Height: 180cm

Chase Dyurahan Secritia

Age: 20

Birthday: July 20

Appearance: Blue-silver hair, deep purple eyes

Height: 185cm

Allan Manasil

Age: 55 (actual), looks to be in his early 20s

Birthday: June 3

Appearance: Red hair starting from silver to red, dark silver-gray eyes, straight long hair (knotted loosely)

Height: 187cm

Magic: All attributes

Others: The flower on the Manasil emblem is “saffron”

Ian (Siroian Siegfried)

Age: 19

Birthday: March 13

Appearance: Bronze-colored hair (puppy brown), blue-gray eyes, curly hair a little longer than the shoulders and usually tied up neatly

Height: 181cm

Other: When transforming into Siroian, he lets his hair down.

Kyrie Bern

Age: 20

Birthday: February 9

Appearance: Light blue hair, heterochromia (black on the right, blue on the left), straight hair that reaches shoulder length and worn loose (the hair used to be short, but is still growing out)

Height: 190 cm (<- 188cm)

Hina Bern

Age: 18

Birthday: June 10

Appearance: Silver hair, black eyes, long straight hair in a ponytail

Height: 158.5cm (<-158cm)

Others: Be careful (If you wander around wrongly near Hina, someone will bite you)

Dmirea Siegfried

Age: 17

Birthday: April 22

Appearance: Bronze hair, blue-gray eyes, short and loose hair

Height: 171cm

Arsene Hertz

Age: 30

Birthday: February 18

Appearance: Dark blue hair, blue eyes, long straight hair tied up roughly (not because he likes long hair but because he’s too busy to cut it)

Height: 183cm

Magic: Ice magic

*** Brigit

Age: 22

Birthday: March 25

Appearance: Ocean blue hair, aqua blue eyes

Height: 169cm

Euria Seiren

Age: 34

Birthday: April 2

Appearance: Dark purple hair, hazel eyes, wavy hair long enough to cover the back and tied up roughly

Height: 167cm

Magic: (Redacted due to spoilers)

Nideullen Jeia

Age: 31

Birthday: February 9

Appearance: Hair between light purple and pink, eyes of the same color, short straight hair

Height: 165cm

Magic: Lightning magic

Siona Hill

Age: 39

Birthday: October 26

Appearance: Light pink hair, golden eyes

Height: 178cm

Rmain Rue Lune Cyries (Unsure if author misspelled his first name or if this is intentional)

Age: 39

Birthday: May 23

Appearance: Black hair, dark blue eyes, short straight hair

Height: 184cm

Sleiman Hone Siegfried

Age: 44

Appearance: Bronze-colored hair, blue-gray eyes (same as Ian), curly hair long enough to tie up and wear it tied up

Height: 185cm

Serie Siegfried

Age: 45

Appearance: Dark wine-colored hair, brown eyes, short straight hair that cannot be tied up

Height: 175cm

Others: Maiden name was Serie Kinz

Ririe Beurisen

Age: 7

Birthday: November 3

Appearance: Blue-green hair and eyes, curly hair that falls a little below the shoulders and usually tied up

Height: 128cm

Arianne Lyn

Age: 20

Birthday: September 2

Appearance: Chocolate-colored dark brown hair, champagne (jewel) colored eyes, long curly hair in a half-up or bun depending on the occasion

Height: 166cm

Rachel Grace

Age: 36

Appearance: Dark gray hair, gray-purple eyes, long braided or ponytail hair

Height: 162cm

Magic: (Redacted due to spoilers), specializes in movement magic

Veronica Manasil

Age: 15

Birthday: September 16

Appearance: Red hair, dark silver-gray eyes (same as Allan), shoulder-length straight hair worn loose

Height: 162cm

Magic: Flame magic

Reteurik Frigga

Age: 20

Appearance: Blue-purple hair, blue-purple eyes, slightly long straight hair tied up in a low ponytail

Height: 178cm

Merlin Piat

Age: 19

Appearance: Light beige hair, rose gold colored eyes, wavy hair that goes down to the back and usually tied up, but outside the palace, it is loose or half-tied

Height: 162cm

Den (Denian Mati – Randel’s servant)

Age: 26

Appearance: Reddish brown hair, light brown eyes, short straight hair

Height: 181cm

Adelia (Eisen Dinahan)

Age: Unknown

Appearance: White hair, red but almost black eyes

Height: 167cm

Magic: All attributes

Teillan Castrin

Age: 39

Appearance: Reddish-brown hair, green eyes, straight hair long enough to tie up and wear it tied up

Height: 181cm

Rashid Beurisen

Age: 20

Birthday: December 17th

Appearance: Green (emerald) eyes, dark brown hair that is longer than Kalian's and shorter than Plants's, and tends to change his hairstyle a lot depending on the situation

Height: 185cm

Ellinne Liberen

Age: 46 years old

Appearance: Light blonde hair, pink eyes

Height: 167cm

Louise Nella

Age: 44 years old

Appearance: Platinum blonde hair, light blue eyes, long straight hair, bun hair

Height: 169cm

Melpir Pollun

Age: 35 years old

Appearance: gray hair, gray eyes, very short hair

Height: 177cm

Sigmund Khan Syspanian

Age: unknown

Appearance: Black hair, red eyes, long curly hair that falls below the waist

Height: Mainly 170cm, occasionally 15cm (butterfly shape, longest length when wings are fully spread); in the case of manifestation, there has been no measurement since Hatsuara first tried to measure it but failed

- Other: When a butterfly, it has no antennae or legs~ She’s a lump of light, so don’t be scared~

Arneijel

Age: (Redacted due to spoilers)

Appearance: Long straight blue hair that shines like scales (length covering the back), black eyes with pupils that are difficult to distinguish / The main body looks somewhat different from other dragons; A blue body like a giant snake and black, pearl-colored wings like those of a bat // The colors are different now, but that part is to avoid spoilers.

Height: 150cm when human, 150cm when mermaid, extremely long when in real form.

Others: Not a fish!

Celestian

Age: (Redacted due to spoilers)

Appearance: Long golden hair (length covering the waist), golden eyes with vertical pupils

Height: 186cm in human form, other form cannot be measured in person

Others: Caution! Tempestuous nature

Viadanur

Age: (Redacted due to spoilers)

Appearance: Green and white, long straight hair down to the feet, golden eyes

Height: 155cm when in human form, other form cannot be measured in person

Harts-ara Peurinsia Cyries

Appearance: Silver-white hair, green eyes, slightly long straight hair that is tied up or loose

Height: 183cm

Other: Since it was a time when the middle name of the Cyries royal family was not decided, the original last name and country name were used together

Sillike Beurisen

Age: 37

Appearance: Light emerald hair, light green eyes (same as Plants), long slightly wavy hair done in a bun

Height: 171cm

Debeullan Dyurahan Secritia

Age: 45

Appearance: Blue-silver hair, dark brown eyes

Height: 188cm

Freya Hwiteurin

Age: 22 (at time of death)

Appearance: Bright red hair, red eyes, straight hair at chest length and worn loose

Height: 168cm

Aisha Ariellie

Age: 20 (at time of death)

Appearance: blonde hair, turquoise eyes, long curly hair that is worn loose

Height: 162cm

Diena Chloe

Age: 40 (at time of death)

Appearance: Light blonde hair, blue-violet eyes, long straight hair in a bun or half-up

Height: 169cm

Raven

Age: 4 years old

Appearance: White hair only on the right ankle, long, shiny black mane and tail with very fine texture

Height: 176cm (height from floor to shoulder)

Other: Receives a lot of care, does not refuse caregiving hands

Rucy (I am Prince Kalian's cat, who prefers Prince Plants)

Age: 1

Appearance: Silver-white fur, brown/blue heterochromic eyes, like strawberry jelly

Height: 53cm (when waist is not extended)

Others: Short-haired breed, sheds a lot of hair

Name is a secret (I am Prince Plants’s cat who likes him)

Age: Not yet one year old

Appearance: Gray fur, amber eyes almost golden, like grape jelly

Height: 41cm (average after measuring several times because he was not quiet)

Others: Medium-length hair type, hair falls out a lot

Coco

Age: Not yet one year old

Appearance: White fur, black eyes, yellow beak and webbed feet (It’s a duck)

Height: 60cm (if you straighten your neck, it may be longer)

Others: My mom is gentle, I like my dad, I want to be friends with cats

Hobbies

- Current Kalian: Walking and bathing in the artificial lake (I like the bathtub because it is black)

- Past Kalian: Reading magic books, going out on the terrace and getting some fresh air.

- Bern: Solve the problems given by Chase

- Plants: Spacing out, zoning out while holding a cat, zoning out with the lights off

- Randel: Trimming roses, reading all kinds of papers (reading extensively without major field)

- Kyrie: training in swordsmanship, practicing swordsmanship, researching swordsmanship, taking care of Hina

- Hina: Feeding birds, making new cat name tags, feeding cats

- Ian: Violin, writing a diary, memorizing new information about the noble family

- Dmirea: Reading books on politics, horseback riding, swordsmanship

- Veronica: Cooking (the cooking is top-notch)

- Current Chase: Hunting (surprisingly sharpshooter), walking

- Past Chase: Hunting, walking, swimming (I really felt the need for swimming when I was young)

- Allan: Training magic, writing a magic education book, worrying about Kalian, making Kalian look pretty, scolding Rmain.

- Rmain: Worrying about my sons, reflecting on my sons, picking up after them (I don’t know if it’s a hobby)

- Arsene: Practicing magic, discussing with Allan, swearing at Plants, drinking all kinds of tea.

- Sleiman: Thinking about Serie, talking to Serie, practicing swordsmanship, playing the violin, and playing with the dog Ian.

- Raven: Receiving care, running on a horseback riding course

- Rucy: Looking for plants, sleeping on Plants’s lap

- Rucy's younger sister (name is a secret): Chasing Rucy around, falling in love with the amazing toys made by Kalian.

- Coco: Swimming in an artificial lake, swimming on mom’s head

Favorite food

- Current Kalian: Raw oysters, sour tangerines, mint tea, bananas when sick, most other foods (except coffee, bell peppers, grapefruit, etc., green fish)

- Past Kalian: (strawberries), bananas, cakes, chicken dishes

- Bern: Raw oysters, sour tangerines, coffee, alcohol, meat

- Plants: It’s not a big deal, but still redacted to prevent spoilers!

- Randel: bitter chocolate, grapefruit

- Kyrie: meat, all fruits other than strawberries, cheese

- Hina: All kinds of ice cream, chocolate, candy, and pies.

- Ian: Cherry, everything else that Kalian likes

- Dmirea: Black tea, caramel, beans

- Veronica: Non-bitter coffee, egg dishes, chicken

- Chase: Mint tea, sour tangerine, wine, lamb

- Allan: Everything sweet, very bitter coffee, mint tea

- Rmain: Light cookies, black tea, salads

- Arsene: Beer, sausage, salty cheese, beef, hard fruit

- Sleiman: meat, strong liquor, wine, dried fruit

- Raven: Top quality raw grass and carrots

- Rucy: Chicken jerky, sometimes food given by Plants

- Rucy's younger sister (name is a secret): Jerky given by Nideullen, snacks given by Rucy

- Coco: Peas (real peas, not plants) given by Kalian, duckweed from the artificial lake (real duckweed, not plants), feed given by Mom and Dad.

Plants that appear in the world

Annerucia

- Flower language: Lantern, light of comfort that illuminates the soul

- I think you can think of a large red lotus flower. When the moonlight shines on the large red flower floating on the water, it reminds me of a flame floating in a place (on the water) that the living cannot go to, so they began holding a ceremony to console the dead by placing a candle in this flower. The petals are large and do not burn easily or submerge in water.

Cinnastar

- Flower language: separation, love that is born and dies in the fog

- I think you can think of a slightly larger dandelion and dandelion seeds. It is a unique flower that, at night after the white flowers wither, clusters of blue light cluster in the place where the flowers have fallen, in the shape of dandelion spores, and then disappear like seeds fluttering away at dawn. It grows only in Secretia.

Because the second flower blooms only after the white flower has withered, the two flowers cannot meet each other under any circumstances, so in Secretia, a ceremony is held to say goodbye to the dead by placing the cinnastar on the grave.

Raricium

- Flower language: peace of mind, hope

- The flower clusters are shaped like “baby chickweed” and bloom softly like “gypsum flowers.” There is no scent at all. It is a strong wild flower that blooms abundantly throughout the continent regardless of temperature. Although the flowers are small, they have the characteristic of blooming in large numbers on one stem.

Reunieri

- Flower language: nobility, impermanence

- It looks similar to a white daffodil, but is a white flower without yellow tassels.

Although it has a captivating scent, the flower blooms only one day a year and falls soon after, so the flower cannot be seen for long. Even though they are so precious, the time is too short to enjoy them.

Raprania

- Flower language: unchanging heart, sincere congratulations

- It has a subtle scent and once bloomed, it does not last for more than 30 days. Even if you pick a flower from a branch and place it in water, it will not wilt easily.

Adinia

- Flower language: Wishing you recovery, eternal beauty

- Contrary to Reunieri, it is a plant that blooms all year round regardless of the season. Regardless of the season, you can always see pretty flowers, and its roots are also used as medicine.

Lenniesita

-No flower language

- It is a unique type of cactus with broad leaves and fluffy thorns. It has the property of absorbing surrounding moisture well.

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Various questions and answers related to the novel

Q: I loved the fact that the setting book(?) provided information about modern perfumes suitable for our princes! Is there a modern perfume that would suit the female characters (Dmirea, Hina, Arianne, ***) from REP?

A: Because I’m completely clueless to this TT_TT, my thoughts may be very different from the readers’ thoughts. First of all, let me tell you what comes to mind… :)

- Dmirea: Louis Vitton Coeur Battant

- Hina: Lanvin Rumeur 2 Rose

- Arianne: Anna Sui Fantasia

- *** Brigit: Chanel Coco Mademoiselle

- Euria: Burberry London

Q: I wonder if Syspanian even develops antennae (..) when she transforms into a butterfly. And what types of butterflies does she look similar to?

A: I laughed for a moment while stuttering. Ugh lol

In the text, when Syspanian takes the shape of a black butterfly, it is often described as 'like a lump of light from the night sky'. What Syspanian take is not a real butterfly with antennae, a tube, six thin legs, or a soft body, but the shape of a butterfly made of light. When it flies, black light scatters, but the wings do not drip. Therefore, there are no antennae~

The shape of the wings seems to be similar to that of a swallow butterfly. I think you can think of black swallowtail butterflies and mountain swallowtail butterflies. :)

Q:Based on Bern, who appeared in episode 421 (+episode 392~), how tall is he?

A: Since age in the story is based on birthday, Kalian is actually in his late teens. Although the exact age was not given, the appearance of Bern, which Kalian assumed at the time of disguise, was older than Kalian (18 years old in Korean standards) and younger than Kyrie (21 years old in Korean standards). It's almost the end of the growing season~

Therefore, he is slightly shorter than Bern, who has completed all his growth before returning, and is tall enough to see the top of Plants's head, who was standing about half a step in front of him, [186cm].

Q: Will the princess's uniform be similar to the princes', will it be a dress, or will it be optional?

A: The princess's uniform is also in the form of a pantsuit. Because you have to ride a horse or do official work for a long time. The design is the same.

Q: How much is 1 florin, Arsene's current monthly salary (lol), in reality? Because it's a character I cherish, I was very worried about the salary... ㅠㅠ

A: It is difficult to make an exact comparison because the currency value is different from the present, but if 1 florin according to the European medieval standard is calculated in current value, it is said to be approximately 400,000 won. So, 1 florin would be a small amount of money, far below the minimum wage, but I still think that my life would have become a little more prosperous because I am receiving twice the amount of my original salary separately from Kalian. lol

Q: Prince Kalian smiles with his hands when he is not supposed to smile but wants to laugh. The smile he makes with his hands :) < Is this the case :-) < Is this the case ^^ < Is this the case ) < Is it just a mouth like this or is it an emoticon? I asked you a question because I was really curious about whether you smile depending on your mood at times!

A: The finger line is close to this shape: [ ) ] ←. In general, I feel similar to the situation I was in when I was holding back laughter, but when it's okay to laugh openly, I'm the type of person who usually smiles in a 'red-faced line' manner.

However, if you are in a situation where you want to laugh a little mischievously but have to hold back [ :) ] ← I think you may have drawn a face like this before. I don't think I'll draw the shape of Kalian's nose due to his inattentive personality, and if he wants to laugh so much that he has to hold back, a smiling eye smile won't solve the problem ^^, so I don't think I'll draw an eye smile like this. lol

Q: Before returning, when Kyrie was an adult, was he taller than Bern?

A: Yes. It was even bigger than Bern. In the past, Bern was 188cm tall and Kyrie was over 2m tall.

Q: Is there a song that you think would be suitable for princes? For example, I'm curious what kind of song you have in mind as your theme song.

A: I'm sorry, but I've never thought about each character's theme song separately.

However, when looking at the novel as a whole, if there is anything that comes to mind, I think of pianist and composer Jeon Su-yeon's “Fate, Love” or “Lucid Dream” lol

Q: Are there no cigarettes in the world of REP? If so, I'm also curious about whether or not each character smokes.

A: If there had been, it would have been mentioned in the story~

There is alcohol but no cigarettes. Even though the main characters are adults in the story, they are still teenagers, so it may be difficult to accept them emotionally. lol

Q: If Sillike used Reunieri perfume, I ask because it seems like perfume existed in that era as well. Do princes use perfume? If you were to compare it to modern perfume, I wonder what perfume would be suitable for the princes!

A: There are perfumes that combine scents such as flowers or fruits. From a worldview, it is not used to mask bad odors like perfume that was used in the Middle Ages, but rather to create a 'scent' like in modern times.

It's a modern perfume... I actually don't know much about men's perfume brands and I don't even know what perfumes are coming out these days, haha. But if I write down what comes to mind, it's as follows. :)

- Kalian: Dolce&Gabbana Light Blue

- Plants: Elizabeth Arden Green Tea

- Randel: Burberry Weekend For Men

- Chase: Momento Pour Homme

Q: The English spelling of 스펠링.

A: The English spelling of 스펠링 is Vulcan.

Q: Jewelry symbolizing the princes

- Calian: Ruby or Garnet

- Planes: Peridot or light emerald

- Randel: Iolite or dark sapphire

- Chase: Dark amethyst or purple sapphire

- Bern: Pale amethyst

Q:Related to princess status

A: Among the king's children, the daughter is a princess. In the worldview of the novel, there is no discrimination based on gender, so there is a natural right of succession, and the Syspanian blessing is passed down to the king's direct line, so there is no problem. Of course, there were also kings whose gender was female. :)

Q: If you compare the characters to animals

A: The fixed image in the story is “Cat Kalian,” and it is mostly described from Allan’s point of view. They have an image of being silent/slippery/always hiding their claws, etc. In the case of Plants, it is often compared to a “wolf” (it has nothing to do with the wolf of the great desert), and has a strong sense of responsibility/concentration that does not back down in a fight or does not miss the moment to attack when facing an opponent stronger than itself. It is used to express images.

Of course, it is difficult to view this as a fixed image. To Plants, who thinks that Kalian “barks and bites” a lot of the time, Kalian is like a dog, and to Kalian who sees Plants sitting still and not moving, Plants is like a cat. It's showing the opposite. lol

If I were to compare each character to an animal, I think it would be like this:

- Kalian: Cat (silent/swift/with hidden claws)

- Plants: Wolf (strongly responsible/not backing down/decisive)

- Randel: Horse (noble/gentle/lonely)

- Chase: Hawk (cold/relentless/takes good care of its young)

- Kyrie: Dog (loyal/sacrificial/strong)

- Hina: Sheep (warm/cozy/stubborn)

- Dmirea: Jaguar (running without hesitation/strong in faith/not losing sight of the goal)

- Veronica: Hedgehog (soft on the inside/hard on the outside/cute)

- Ian: Dog (just a dog/wagging its tail so hard you can’t see it in its owner’s arms)

Q: Do the new tangerines have to be from Secretia? Do the princes eat the tangerines by peeling them off? Do they cut the tangerines into pieces when peeling them? Do they eat one piece at a time or in two or three portions? How many tangerines does Chase eat a day? Sweet tangerines. I might not like it that much... I might like eating grilled tangerines..

A: Tangerines are also grown in Cyries. However, Kalian liked it a little more because it had the meaning of “Mount Secretia.” Tangerines are also grown in the southern region of Cyries. (The tangerines in the honey tea that Ian gave Kalian were from Cyries acid. Haha)

Kalian just eats it without removing it. Peel the skin into pieces starting from the top. Because I like tangerines that are not fully ripe, it is difficult to peel them into petals at once. :) Also, the small tangerines are split into two bites, and the large tangerines are split into four pieces. I put a lot in my mouth and gobble it up. Very small tangerines can be eaten in one bite.

Kalian likes both sweet and sour tangerines, but prefers the sour ones much more. I have never grilled tangerines because I know that grilling them weakens their sour taste.

In the case of Chase, when tangerines are in season, he eats about 3 to 5, but does not pile them up like Kalian and eat them. Instead of peeling the tangerines yourself, you eat the peeled tangerines with a fork. Haha, Randel and Plants don't really like tangerines, but if they had the chance to eat them, I think they would be similar to Chase. I also don't like my nails turning yellow.

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Source: https://novel.munpia.com/124772/page/1/neSrl/2966999

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