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Yo Bestie , you know who zweig is?
Heyyy anon!
Yes, if I am correctly aware: he is the new King of the Vibora in Lost Eden, after Burai has stepped down for unknown reasons. We know very little about Zweig other than that, other than the speculation that he is a cunning man. But like most characters in DL that are not love interests - except for Karl, sort of - we get very little of him in canon.
If I remember correctly, my friend @besnella had some sick headcanons for him on her masterlist. Feel free to check those out!
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hello again;
I'M FINALLY FREE FROM EXAMS YAY you can finally expect to see much more of me, and I've missed you guys and missed a LOT, but I intend to catch up as much as I can in the month and a half I have off, so I'll try to make the most of it <3
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this seems fun so, hey @secretarykang, let's try it >x)
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Saeclus: ... I dislike making messes, in fact. And I don't prefer frozen food per se, either. This is a very strange assessment.
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Mishiro: ... I have many questions and concerns, but this is hilarious so they can wait for later, haha~
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Claire: In truth, I am highly offended - who do you think you are to have me on auction and sold? ... Well, at the very least, the price has been decent.
I sold you to a pet store!
How much did you sell for?
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— Aah... I have a lot of questions... A lot...
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No Daughter Of Mine
I feel like this has been in my drafts for long enough. a bit of insight into Mishiro's life with her mother as the third born of five daughters. with a unique gift that is a curse according to the woman who must love her more than anyone
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She can't believe this is happening again.
Her mother sips on her tea as though she has said nothing unusual. As if picking the husband of your third daughter, who has two unmarried older sisters normal - one engaged and the other wholly single. As if pretending that she knew is alright, when she hadn't the faintest clue.
Her lips tremble. Shakily, she puts her cup down, and smiles at her sisters, eyes closed so they would not see the look in them - the look of hurt and confusion and betrayal - as she speaks. "If you would, sisters, I wish to speak with mother privately for a moment."
Her sisters look among each other, their eldest shooting Mishiro a worries glance. An unspoken question being asked - will you be okay? And Mishiro smiles softly, a small nod following. Truth be told, she isn't sure she will be, but she can't have her sisters caught in her web of troubles.
As they leave, she takes a deep breath, eyes cast to the table as she decides on her next words.
"Is that what I am to you...?" She finally says, eyes shifting to her mother's cold ones.
"If you would elaborate, perhaps you would be owed an answer." Her tone is icy - she never uses this tone with any of her sisters, only Mishiro. Her third, her most beautiful, her sweet voiced and soft-hearted daughter.
Her source of shame.
"Am I some pretty daisy you can wrap in a ribbon and send on my way? Or a prize to proffer about to other great families?!" She doesn't notice when her tone is raised, not until her mother slams her teacup onto the table. She can feel herself flinch at the glare fixed on her.
"Do not use that tone with me, girl. It wasn't so long ago that I carried you within this very womb of mine. I am your mother - I am owed your respect."
Owed. Own. Ownership. It feels like her life swirls around these three words. It's on days like this that she wishes her father was still here. He would know how to calm her mother's terrible temper, how to gently guide her to see her girl's point, and how to calm her quaking shoulders right now.
She is crying. Again.
"You are my mother by blood, true," and for a moment, she considers telling her that she has never been a mother to her in spirit. But she doesn't. That is not what her father would have wanted of her. "And you are owed my respect."
She looks up from the floor again, teary eyes staring into slightly widened ones, as she speaks her next words as firmly as her voice would allow. "But I am your daughter, I am a guardian angel, and I am a person - and I deserve your respect too."
She turns on her heel and goes for the door - her eyes are burning and her voice won't come out from the sobs she is biting back, her heart in a million pieces from the lack of response from her mother.
But when the response comes, she suddenly wishes she had ignored her like she always does.
"You would have that respect if you behaved like one worthy of it." The venom in the older woman's voice made the hand on the door handle go limp again.
"You think I don't know? That you waltz off to the Demon World whenever you please? That you hang around their men as though you couldn't care less for the consequences? That you visit churches even outside your area in the Human Realm when you don't need to? Just to spend time off in other worlds and among other people?"
Mishiro dares to steal a glance of her mother, just to see what emotion swims on her face as she says these words to her own child. There are a number of them. Shame. Regret. Dislike.
"You are this family's embarrassment. Not Nashiro, not your father - YOU. You who was born with great power, but would rather use it for your own ends rather than your family's." For a moment, pain flashes against her face as her next words spill out. "You are no daughter of mine."
The door is swung open, and Mishiro bolts out of the room with her wings opened wide, ready to take her somewhere else. Hot tears streaming down her face, she doesn't hear how her sister calls for her as she leaves them behind again.
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thank you for the tag love <3
Saeclus Sanguine: INTP
Listen: you were probably the gifted kid in school. Now, you're deathly intelligent, but you suffer from what teachers might call a lack of "applying one's self". You're passionate about something, about many things, but more often than not they aren't as practical as you wish they were. Even so, you fear failure, and the consequences that come with it. As well, you often feel like you don't "click" right with most people; you may be emotionally distant to the majority of people who don't understand what your 2 a.m. Wikipedia research sessions are about. Still, you're just trying to get by like everyone else (and no, sleep deprivation does not make you more unique).
Mishiro Chiheisein: INFP
You probably post about yearning on Tumblr. And you know what? Good for you. You're an idealist, and you want to fall in love; who can blame you for that? However, sometimes, you may want to step back and ask yourself: am I indulging in fandom and fantasy worlds simply for fun, or to withdraw from reality so you don't have to think about it? Cope with your surroundings, and don't block them out, not all of them time. It'll help a lot with any misunderstandings.
Claire Cornelle: ISTJ
Let's be honest: You're a little more traditional than some of your peers. And again, maybe unlike your peers, you like taking responsibility for things, whether that be your job or your house or a pet. In school or work, you may find yourself picking up the slack for others who don't have the same diligence as you do. However, you can't bring yourself to leave it for someone else, because you may have a small fear of dependency. Also, don't worry: even if people believe you're unemotional, that doesn't invalidate your emotions. You do feel.
I tag: @iricathel , @ruki--mukami , @ofstormsandsaints and anyone who'd like to try this.
what is your mbti? quiz
was bored so did a quiz on my ocs’ mbti types. making this a tag game too! the quiz is here
tirion - istj
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Let's be honest: You're a little more traditional than some of your peers. And again, maybe unlike your peers, you like taking responsibility for things, whether that be your job or your house or a pet. In school or work, you may find yourself picking up the slack for others who don't have the same diligence as you do. However, you can't bring yourself to leave it for someone else, because you may have a small fear of dependency. Also, don't worry: even if people believe you're unemotional, that doesn't invalidate your emotions. You do feel.
zareen - isfj
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Perfectionism + Procrastination. Need I say more? Actually yes: you think history is important, and you often downplay your abilities. Family is very important to you. You may be especially proficient in gift giving. I wish I could satiate a fear or two, but a lot of your fears are just parts of life; coping with loss comes with time.
🏷️ @secretarykang @ofstormsandsaints @lovely-oh-so-lovelyyui @summercreolefanfictioner @mariicake and anybody else who wishes to participate!
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okay, so - I'm going to clear some of my inbox and drafts, just to breathe some life into this blog again, but I will apologize in advance for a long disappearance that might come after that as university stuff has me in a chokehold.
I'll try to queue some posts for later, and answer shorter asks that come in, but I just wanted to say that since some of these asks are taking me a WHILE to answer. so if your ask is still no answered - I AM NOT IGNORING YOU, I promise that the answers are coming, it just might take a while.
thank you for being here, everyone, and hopefully I will be much more active when summer break finally arrives <3 and to all my mutuals and anons who are still here, thank you so so much for still caring and keeping me in this fandom.
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Names, Families, Legacies
In which Saeclus and Dong Hwa discuss the future and its possibilities - two men who've outlived all their peers, away from all audience.
Dong Hwa belongs to @secretarykang and is Devyn's father, which makes him the dilf of vampire- AHEM, I hope you all enjoy ❤️
"Who would have thought?"
"Of what, pray tell?"
"Of our two houses being joint and bonded." Dong Hwa raised his glass of wine - Feurrot wine brought by the man at his side from deep in the Sanguine manor's chambers. "I mean, look at us - sitting side by side again like at one of those damned Peace Gatherings that supposedly symbolized unity and concord."
This is talk from thousands of years ago - not even Karlheinz has lived to see one of these moments of time. The last of the wise Founder Kings died long before the White Dread ever saw life - or undeath.
"Except this time we don't have to deal with useless chatters and veiled threats that resulted in nothing except more deep hatred. All that useless preaching had me in tears from boredom. And-"
"In tears? I remember you sleeping rather loudly by the older Lord's side as he desperately tried to wake you without alerting the whole room."
"Hey! I don't recall you - with all your discipline and manners - doing more than sketching invisible lines onto the table."
Saeclus could not help a light chuckle. Indeed, he was right. Even the older, more mature Saeclus would not hold much value in those gatherings. For there was none in them. "I jest, Dong Hwa."
All he got in reply to that was a somewhat quiet hum, as if the other was willing to drop the matter in favor of more important things to speak of. "As I was saying, and - now we have another point of shared interest...
Devyn."
Of course. Sweet, darling Devyn - with flowing gold hair and the most charming smile he's seen in a thousand or more years - who's her father's treasure and pride, and the source of all joy Saeclus has found in the past few years.
"I know you and your family - you had a reputation even back in the Founder days, to have family and duty of equal value to your knowledge and histories. So I'm just gonna say this..." Dong Hwa then puts his glass down, and turns to face the golden eyes of the man who'd soon be his daughter's husband.
"Devyn's love doesn't come easy or without a price - so be prepared to stand against whatever comes, to not lose her."
Saeclus' voice is firm when he speaks. "I will."
"I know." Dong Hwa's words come fast as well, eyes staring into Saeclus' own. "I may not have known you well, but I trust her judgement. And you have given me very little reason for doubt."
"Then can I presume these were words of a concerned father, more than the Commander in Chief of the Vampires?"
"You'll know the feeling, when your own children come by." Dong Hwa pours himself another glass of the Feurrot, and then exclaims his last point. "Bring me a grandchild or two when you return from your manor with Devyn, would ya?"
His laughs then echo through the room as Saeclus chokes on the wine he was drinking, coughing out a muttered. "My God."
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hey friend :) i hope you’re feeling well ! i truly miss our little interactions ! it’s me @veiledsagacity if you remember haha :,))
hello friend! of course I remember. that interaction may have been somewhat brief but I enjoyed it a lot. I've become less active because university is keeping me occupied but hopefully I'll be able to come back to this blog and breathe some life into it. we can interact even more then, I'll look forward to it! <3
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//OOC: PSA
Doesn’t matter if we’ve never interacted, if we’ve interacted once, or a BILLION times. Doesn’t matter if we have zero threads or FIVE BILLION. 
ALWAYS feel free to spam my ask box with in character asks, questions, or starters. 
ALWAYS feel free to spam my inbox with ask box memes!
ALWAYS feel free to tag/@mention me in memes.
ALWAYS feel free to tag/@mention me in quizzes. 
ALWAYS feel free to tag/@mention me in posts you want me to see!
ALWAYS feel free to tag/@mention me in posts that remind you of me/my muse.
ALWAYS feel free to tag/@mention me in stuff, period! 
ALWAYS feel free to start an interaction with my muse!
ALWAYS feel free to suggest a plot for our muses. 
ALWAYS feel free to send me an OOC message in DMs or in Asks.
I LOVE that stuff. YOU’RE NOT BEING ANNOYING. IT MAKES MY DAY. Talk to me! I love it! :D 
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Thank you for the tag love <3 sorry everything it taking so long, this internet filterings are killing me for real... I hope you enjoy either way ❤️
Saeclus Sanguine - The King
"There will come a ruler,
Whose brow is laid in thorn,
Smeared with oil like David's boy"
Duty. Strength. Resignation. You were told to do things and you did them. The world is something that was put into your hands and that you must deal with - so you will. You have a rigid back and steady hands, either metaphorically or physically. Is it nature or nurture? You don't know. You are tired of being steady. You dream of feeling alive. Not that you aren't, but, sometimes, it's hard to remember that there is a heart between your ribs. Your love is where you breathe. Come on, breathe. In. Out. It starts now.
Mishiro Chiheisen - The Poet
"There will come a poet
Whose weapon is his word
He will slay you with his tongue"
Loneliness. Strength. Joy. You are powerful, but struggle believing it. You think you're not enough. Here's the truth : you are. You sing songs and hope they carry faith, because you have run out if it, and yet you still throw your heart out to the world and hope it makes it through. You convince yourself that pain is art because at least then, you will always have something to create. You are tired of stumbling through life. You dream of a ground you can stand on. One day, you will dance. Your love is where you feel - without fear.
Claire Cornelle - The Soldier
"There will come a soldier
Who carries a mighty sword
He will tear your city down"
Righteousness. Strength. Violence. You see a door and break through it. You wonder, sometimes, if anger is the only thing you can feel. Remember : love is passion too. You made your own rules and will follow them to death. You try and forget that there is only one rule, and that it is "FIGHT". You are tired of fighting. You try to forget that, too, and keep going. You dream of quiet. Your love is where you heal. God knows you deserve to. (Really. You deserve to.)
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Sai'rish - poet.
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"There will come a poet, Whose weapon is His word He will slay you with His tongue"
Loneliness. Strength. Joy. You are powerful, but struggle believing it. You think you're not enough. Here's the truth: you are. You sing songs and hope they carry faith, because you have run out if it, and yet you still throw your heart out to the world and hope it makes it through. You convince yourself that pain is art because at least then, you will always have something to create. You are tired of stumbling through life. You dream of a ground you can stand on. One day, you will dance. Your love is where you feel without fear.
Sarfaraz - soldier.
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"There will come a soldier Who carries a mighty sword He will tear your city down"
Righteousness. Strength. Violence. You see a door and break through it. You wonder, sometimes, if anger is the only thing you can feel. Remember: love is passion too. You made your own rules and will follow them to death. You try and forget that there is only one rule, and that it is "FIGHT". You are tired of fighting. You try to forget that, too, and keep going. You dream of quiet. Your love is where you heal. God knows you deserve to. (Really. You deserve to.)
I've loved this song forever and they finally have a quiz so obviously I had to make one for my ocs, I got soldier as well. Feel free to try it here
Also going to make it a tage game because 🫶
@secretarykang , @ofstormsandsaints, @yuikomorihotline, and @mariicake
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my GOD, this is so good <3 I really like the way you wrote this fic from both perspectives, and gave them the spotlights they deserved!
now for one more thing. this is probably going to be the one time Devyn hears Silas - her sweet, summer grass green boy - say what he always wanted deep down in the anger of his brother being beaten half to death: “I am going to kill Karlheinz.”
her husband is more quiet - a soothing hand on her shoulder and back, a healing one on their youngest son’s chest - and less naive than to tell her anything. but this will probably be the event that will cause the end of Karlheinz. he’s patient - he will wait for the right moment. but don’t think he’s forgotten. he’d forgive any attempts made his way on behalf of his love for Devyn, but when their family is being put at risk?
bells are going to ring in a king’s funeral soon...
greener than the first grass of spring
summary: in an attempt to win the young man’s favours, karlheinz gives him the opportunity to join the next military campaign and lead his own battalion; the news travel to devyn faster than dante would’ve hoped and they have an argument regarding his skills and experience for the upcoming job
more about dante here, here and here <3
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Dante walked to his mother’s study eagerly. It was well past dinner, which he was not present due to staying late at the palace, chatting with his dear uncle, so when his mother called for him at that hour, it couldn’t be just something trivial.
Once he arrived at her door, the young man knocked twice and was welcomed by a soft ‘enter’, signalling him to come inside. His mother was at her desk, carefully studying a map.
“You asked for me?”
“You just arrived, didn’t you?” asked Devyn, not looking at him yet.
Dante finally sat down, nodding a yes even if his mother couldn’t see which he followed with a soft hum to give her a proper answer. Devyn was still focused on the map before her eyes, still not looking at her son, “May I know your location? You have a good habit of announcing where you are.”
“I did this morning, I told you I am going to the palace.”
“And you stayed there for the whole day?” she asked once again. He hated interrogation, especially from his dear mother — Silas was never interrogated, or at least he didn’t see it with his own eyes.
“Yes, mama. I was with uncle Karl all day.”
“Oh.” she said, finally looking at him and leaning back in her chair, “Any news to tell me?”
“News?” he replied with another question. She knows, of course, she does.
“What did you and Karlheinz talk about before you came back home?”
“Stuff.” he replied simply, avoiding eye contact. Instead, he eyed the map on the desk and any hope of tricking his mother vanished.
“When did you plan on telling me? When you were ready to join the camp on dragon back?” said Devyn sternly. She could see through Karl’s motives for emancipating her son and trusting him with the task ahead of him, his wicked ways of trying to appear as a father figure as if the boy’s father wasn’t alive and well — if only he put the same effort for his children. But it annoyed her even more to see Dante jump so fast at any opportunity without thinking about it.
“No, I would’ve told you these days..”
“Don’t bother lying to me, boy. I believe you’re smarter than that.”
“What is the problem with me going anyway? Grandpapa will be there as well.”
“Why are you still trying to fool me?”
Dante sighed, raised his head and looked at her. She knows everything already, those walls are full of eyes and ears,“Why can’t you be happy that I am going to lead for the first time in my life? It is not the first campaign I’m attending—“
“You are greener than the first grass of spring. How on earth would you be able to lead a battalion, Dante?” she began, leaning forward. “You’re a young soldier, my dear. You haven’t fought enough battles or received enough training to lead, not yet at least.”
“Oh, of course.” he let out a chuckle, “I’m assuming Silas is far less green, isn’t he?”
“My sweet boy…” she sighed, reaching for his hand and taking it. “Put an end to this unnecessary feud you have with your brother, you have no reason to fight with each other. Besides, he’s greener. You know very well your brother has your father’s spirit and the heart of a poet. Silas despises the battlefield and won’t be seen there on his own accord.” she explained, “You have the talent and the ability to fight and one day be a great general, but not now. It is too early, too dangerous for you.”
His brows furrowed and his lips displayed that very pout he inherited from her, he was so upset with her words. “Mark my words, mother,” he said and let go of her hand, standing up afterwards, “I will go and lead my battalion, I will come victorious and you’ll put a crown of roses on my head to reward my victory.”
A month later he would come home wounded, Karlheinz would regret his decision, Devyn would cry for days at his bedside until he gained his strength back and the young man himself will feel ashamed. A lesson learned
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mr steal your girl 😔
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been obsessed with choi jung hoon lately and he gives me string modern au sae vibes so have this <3
@the-timeless-founder we need more modern au content with sae cuz he has my heart in every universe
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WEIRDLY SPECIFIC BUT HELPFUL CHARACTER BUILDING QUESTIONS
What’s the lie your character says most often?
How loosely or strictly do they use the word ‘friend’?
How often do they show their genuine emotions to others versus just the audience knowing?
What’s a hobby they used to have that they miss?
Can they cry on command? If so, what do they think about to make it happen?
What’s their favorite [insert anything] that they’ve never recommended to anyone before?
What would you (mun) yell in the middle of a crowd to find them? What would their best friend and/or romantic partner yell?
How loose is their use of the phrase ‘I love you’?
Do they give tough love or gentle love most often? Which do they prefer to receive?
What fact do they excitedly tell everyone about at every opportunity?
If someone was impersonating them, what would friends / family ask or do to tell the difference?
What’s something that makes them laugh every single time? Be specific!
When do they fake a smile? How often?
How do they put out a candle?
What’s the most obvious difference between their behavior at home, at work, at school, with friends, and when they’re alone?
What kinds of people do they have arguments with in their head?
What do they notice first in the mirror versus what most people first notice looking at them?
Who do they love truly, 100% unconditionally (if anyone)?
What would they do if stuck in a room with the person they’ve been avoiding?
Who do they like as a person but hate their work? Vice versa, whose work do they like but don’t like the person?
What common etiquette do they disagree with? Do they still follow it?
What simple activity that most people do / can do scares your character?
What do they feel guilty for that the other person(s) doesn’t / don’t even remember?
Did they take a cookie from the cookie jar? What kind of cookie was it?
What subject / topic do they know a lot about that’s completely useless to the direct plot?
How would they respond to being fired by a good boss?
What’s the worst gift they ever received? How did they respond?
What do they tell people they want? What do they actually want?
How do they respond when someone doesn’t believe them?
When they make a mistake and feel bad, does the guilt differ when it’s personal versus when it’s professional?
When do they feel the most guilt? How do they respond to it?
If they committed one petty crime / misdemeanor, what would it be? Why?
How do they greet someone they dislike / hate?
How do they greet someone they like / love?
What is the smallest, morally questionable choice they’ve made?
Who do they keep in their life for professional gain? Is it for malicious intent?
What’s a secret they haven’t told serious romantic partners and don’t plan to tell?
What hobby are they good at in private, but bad at in front of others? Why?
Would they rather be invited to an event to feel included or be excluded from an event if they were not genuinely wanted there?
How do they respond to a loose handshake? What goes through their head?
What phrases, pronunciations, or mannerisms did they pick up from someone / somewhere else?
If invited to a TED Talk, what topic would they present on? What would the title of their presentation be?
What do they commonly misinterpret because of their own upbringing / environment / biases? How do they respond when realizing the misunderstanding?
What language would be easiest for them to learn? Why?
What’s something unimportant / frivolous that they hate passionately?
Are they a listener or a talker? If they’re a listener, what makes them talk? If they’re a talker, what makes them listen?
Who have they forgotten about that remembers them very well?
Who would they say ‘yes’ to if invited to do something they abhorred / strongly didn’t want to do?
Would they eat something they find gross to be polite?
What belief / moral / personality trait do they stand by that you (mun) personally don’t agree with?
What’s a phrase they say a lot?
Do they act on their immediate emotions, or do they wait for the facts before acting?
Who would / do they believe without question?
What’s their instinct in a fight / flight / freeze / fawn situation?
What’s something they’re expected to enjoy based on their hobbies / profession that they actually dislike / hate?
If they’re scared, who do they want comfort from? Does this answer change depending on the type of fear?
What’s a simple daily activity / motion that they mess up often?
How many hobbies have they attempted to have over their lifetime? Is there a common theme?
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i know i knoooooow philibet has always been my main ship association for devyn x karl BUT aurora( devyn’s and sae’s daughter ) and shuu as philibeth 😔💕
main theme of this edit is basically newlyweds aurora and shuu, very much not ready mentally and emotionally to become monarchs
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devyn’s study
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as devyn would describe it “stupidly big” bc it is quite big. bigger than karlheinz’ own study because she actually got what was the king’s late father’s study room, a renovated version of it — after his death, karl chose to stick to his own study room, the same one he had since a young prince and let his father’s office to gather dust until he thought of giving devyn that as her own; it’s safe to say that you will find her study faster than the king’s since it’s so obviously placed despite having it on the same hall as his own — which is literally a random room along 10 more while devyn’s is facing the royal library from the other end of the hall
it’s a double room situation-ship: when you first enter you find yourself in a library/lounge area type of room, the place is very spacious and has walls full of books from top to bottom, the only exception are the wall where the fireplace is located, which has a big mirror above it and two sets of portraits located on it’s left and right, the wall between the lounge area and the actual study room and half of the wall where the entrance to the lounge are is located which host the same type of portraits — each of them illustrating the head of the kang family and the head of the sakamaki family of each generation besides the current and last generation which are devyn and karlheinz, respectively dong hwa and karl’s late father
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while the entrance to the main area is through a pair of big double oak doors with mirrors attached facing the interior of the room, the entrance to the actual office is composed of a slightly smaller version of the main doors, without the mirrors revealing a smaller version with of the main room
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the study room itself is quite cozy and roughly the same size as karl’s office, just a tad bit larger than him; the wall facing her left is fully occupied by windows, bringing light into the dark coloured room, the wall behind her had the two “absent” portraits from the main room, the one to her right has an extension of the library found in the first room
her desk is always organised, especially it’s drawers: left top drawer: spare pens and ink, middle left drawer: spare paper; lower left drawer: usually empty, but in need stores medicine; top right drawer: very handy cigarettes and cigarette holder, alongside a lighter or two; middle right drawer: sweets, usually chocolate; lower right drawer: the actually “appointed” medicine drawer; on the desk you’ll always find a stack of neatly placed papers ready to be used for letters or documents, a pen and a quill, her and sometime (maybe too many times) karl’s box full of documents, a lamp and most of the time a cup of tea, as well as framed pictures of her loved ones
behind her desk is also the fireplace, above it being the two paintings mentioned earlier and on each side of the fireplace are cabinets yet again full of documents and records;
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I finally got through, yes-
Happy new year everyone!
I wish you all a year filled with prosperity, health and joy ❤️
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