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onlyseokmins · 11 months ago

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ash and cinders • l.s.m.

Pairing: lee seokmin x fem!reader Genres: smut (minors dni!), angst, royalty!au, fantasy!au, gods/goddesses!au Warnings: magic, mentions of blood, war, cruelty, tyranny - all that good stuff, mentions of religion (au-specific), violence (i.e. suggestion of murder), (death) threats, and possible gaslighting 💃🏻 which just means a minor power play between them at first okay 😬 i promise it's not that bad lmao i'm just paranoid, lots of making out, oral (fem. receiving), lil bit of temp play tbh, little bit of choking, uh I wrote this so long ago and just finished it so lmk if i forgot anything?? it's just basically me attempting to write prettily uwu WC: 4.24k A/N: soooo, this has been rotting in my drafts FOREVER!!! but yeah seokmin is my most darling, favorite boy i've ever stanned anyways ofc i couldn't help but use his elle magazine photos (yes that's how long this has been ROTTING) ahhhhh - ahem anyways this goes hand-in-hand with Mischief Maker so definitely recommend checking that one out too! heheh <3

He only stayed during the night.

When the blanket of darkness covered even the moon with a hazy layer of clouds, leaving tiny twinkling stars for a traveler’s guide. The fire once dancing in the hearth dwindled down to scarlet embers barely emitting enough heat to fill the large quarters.

Not that it mattered.

Even as you lay naked amidst the silken sheets strewn upon the grand bed, the thought of your lover’s return alone was enough to engulf your body in a flame of burning anticipation that settles and simmers between your legs.

He had been gone far too long. A lengthy patrol around the surrounding territories had taken him away from your embrace. Although every morning the sun’s rays tickled your face as a sweet greeting and bathed you in a radiant light through the day, nights without him were by far the worst.

Cold.

Lonely.

Dark.

On usual accounts, it was a grievous crime to keep the queen waiting. But you would forgive him for anything, wouldn’t you? It’s exemplified in the way he bursts through the doors without so much as a courteous knock that even your most trusted servants must abide by, water droplets dripping from his auburn bangs.

Despite the eagerness to see you as soon as possible, he refused to step foot into your chambers when reeking of blood after fierce combat and soiled with dirt from travel. You always protested. The gilded throne you reigned from, the heavy crown upon your head, and even the bed you shared — all were built upon those very foundations. But your lover insisted on only showcasing the glorious side of things to you.

The gold.

The diamonds.

The luxuries.

All which adorned you by day. Glowing, glistening, and shining. Gems and jewels, fabrics woven from the highest quality quickly reduced to layers that only became a hindrance once it came time for his descent upon you. For you were absolutely beautiful clothed — this he very well knew — but when your whole body was bared naked for him and him alone? You were truly the definition of divine.

Those who dared to speak ill of you tried to foster ridiculous claims. Critical of the wealth in your possession. Mocked what they presumed was a lack of ambition. Wailed that you were a witch. A young monarch on an undeniable downfall to tyranny, one that would lead them all to hellfire and ruin.

Anything to validate that you were not worthy of the royal seal emblazoned across the lands in honor of a valiant leader with a royal bloodline still running through your veins.

Hypocrisy at its finest when you were the reason that they were bestowed or able to retain property linked to their names, money in their pockets, and a legacy to live by under your prosperous reign. Arrogant to cast down the very thing that elevated them to their current standing. But their greed would eventually come back to bite them. One day.

Even the religious sect whispered lowly, hidden in the shadows of the grand temples. Doubts that the king actually held a shred of affection for his partner — if the seldom visits seen visiting your chambers only when night falls were of any substantial evidence to go by. That he only lay with you out of duty, shackled and bound to an imposter who was never a faithful servant to the gods like they were.

Because not one of them truly believed that a god could ever favor, let alone love, a human.

You knew you were a savior to as many as you were also an enemy. A hindrance and a threat. A bold refusal to control or be controlled. There was nothing more to do other than lead your people as fairly as you judged.

All the preposterous assumptions infuriated him — your devoted knight, unorthodox husband, and scandalous lover. But he manages to temper his fiery rage out of respect for you. Behind your ruthless, steely intent is a righteous and kind heart that always calls out for him, now fully vocalized and embellished by the sweet voice he's missed hearing dearly.

“Seokmin,” you murmur, grasping his warm hand once he's within reach.

An entity of many epithets with an existence worth a millennium beyond comprehension and full of worship. Yet his favorite phonetic combination he'd ever heard was the one that fell breathlessly from your lips. The closest the human tongue could get to a god’s true name. And his second favorite would be yours, the syllables rumbling in his chest like a song and you smiled in contentment.

He was back, he was home, and he was yours.

Even in the darkness, Seokmin glowed. The ethereal radiance surrounding the broad expanse of sinewy muscles easily proved his lofty status as the great god of the sun. But it was also his eyes, flickering with the unmistakable presence as one of many deities. The kind of power that has managed to refrain from turning you into ash and cinders.

Whether it's attributed to your resilience, a ruler born to stand out and lead, or an entirely different reason — or a mixture of all — Seokmin isn't really sure. He's not the first to appear in a human vessel nor the last, with at least twelve of his known brothers wandering the mortal world for various reasons.

He wonders if he's the first to bow his head willingly, though, holding back his more devious and destructive tendencies. To pay back tenfold the worship he's received since the beginning of time all to you — a mere human — yet nonetheless, his queen.

The event of swearing his undying fealty feels like it was yesterday. For a being that persists forever, it may as well have been that short ago. Every memory he etches and sears into his mind for eternity consists of you, and only you.

How could he forget? How was he supposed to bury away the confident smirk that graced your lovely lips? Would he ever not recall the first time he bent the knee in such desperation? Not for a trick or as a dark seduction that tumbles into a dreadful demise, a conquest for carnage, and an abuse of his powers. But instead for the good of humanity — however short of an era it may be.

And maybe… for more. One that his heart fears to admit, for it does not beat within his chest, but in a plane beyond the reach of mortals.

"Would you kill for me?"

"For you, anything," the god affirms. "I have laid waste to kingdoms, countries, empires, and even continents themselves. There is nothing I'm incapable of."

"And if I asked you to behead the entire entourage that has traveled with you?"

"… If it is what you will, then it is simply my command to follow. For you, I am a lone knight at your disposal."

Silken skirts flare out as does your anger when you turn away from the large windows in the tower's tiny excuse of a throne room — hardly fit for the heir — showcasing a brief flash of the lethal dagger strapped to your thigh. "Do you wish for my downfall before I've even risen to the throne? You expect me to be a tyrant, despised by the people I am meant to save? To lead?"

"Do you think I, a god, care what thoughts others conjure up in their silly little minds? I am to act on your behalf, get my hands dirty in lieu of you. No matter how morbid your desires may be."

Stepping closer, you lift his chin with the tip of a dull sword intended to be ornamental. But it may be even deadlier than the one hung at his side, metaphorically sharpened and honed by a rebel princess's innate rage.

His little show of bowing means little with the way he stares straight at you without a shred of respect in those galaxy-filled irises. However, it is the mighty sun god who is taken aback by the hellfire burning in your gaze, hungry and powerful enough to rival his own as you scoff.

"I will show you what kind of queen this land needs, the methods we will follow, and the morals I wish to uphold. You will learn in order to understand them and enforce my will. Not only to help guide the vision I desire but to keep me accountable lest I stray. A critical misstep such as that is when I'll ask you to cut me down. Will you swear to do that for me?"

"… You dare question a god of what he can do? Your tiny, impudent human mind couldn't fathom a sliver of my capability."

"I dare to question what you can't or won't do."

"I told you, there is not a thing beyond my realm of —"

"Leave."

"… Your Highness?"

Painted lips curl in a snarl at the first address of your proper title since his arrival. "Begone, I said! Return when you feel like acting like the god you are, not simply a tool to be harnessed and used at will. Until then, I have no need for you."

Seokmin's jaw drops as you seat yourself back on the throne with a sneer and flick of your wrist for the guard to usher him out.

A challenge.

He's been abandoned many times. Discarded and tossed to the side once his usefulness has been expended. He's left before betrayal can even be thought of — for no one points a blade at a god's back — but never has he been rejected.

It was only the beginning of how you would become many of his 'firsts' and all of his 'lasts'.

Seokmin is lost deep in the memory even with the feeling of your lips curling in a gentle smile against his — a stark contrast to your initial meeting. A nail grazes his chin, digging lightly into the skin to fully bring the god back to the present.

You'd be offended by the habitual spacing out if he hadn't admitted to only getting lost in thoughts of you. Something he'd picked up during the routine patrols away. Though you strive to bring the god out of dwelling in the past when you're sitting right in front of him — the present — and deepen the kiss.

Yet he pulls away to tilt his head. "Do you remember what you offered to me?"

"Have I not offered you my all, my king?"

Charcoal lying dormant in the hearth flares back to life, emitting playful sparks when he chuckles. "After I returned to pledge my loyalty to you."

"Ah, even though I had you wait outside the gates for five days."

"Unfathomable for a god to hang around at the whim of a meager human, isn't it?"

"Meager?"

"To me? Yes."

His warm exhale of amusement feels just like the breeze that fondly brushes your cheeks every morning despite the eternal humidity. It may very well be him because no matter how far away physically from you he is, Seokmin's essence radiates in every sunray that stretches across the grand skies and below.

He is everywhere and everything all the time. But he is here with you tonight once again, kissing the palm you'd placed on his cheek. With mischief flickering like a teasing flame in his eyes, the god brings your hand to his throat, encouraging you to splay your fingers across his Adam's apple.

You free yourself from his light grasp to run them ticklishly up and down the bumps of his vocal cords. The movements of swallowing ripples beneath the light scratch of your nails until he halts you by replacing a veined hand over yours and murmurs, "Squeeze."

"Ah — but I…"

He repeats it again louder when you fail to do as asked, not even daring to move a muscle. Simply staring in almost awe-filled hesitation until he guides you to tentatively do exactly as he states, "You would have done anything to strangle me back then, what has changed?"

"… You know what."

"Tell me," he says it like it's a command, eyes brightening and swirling with an authoritative amber hue though it's all in jest. "Tell me what it is, my queen."

Never one to be deterred, only Seokmin could render you motionless for so long. You do as you're instructed, the gentle pressure applied by your hand around his throat causes auburn eyelashes to flutter. The slight restriction to an airflow that isn't all that necessary for a god's survival has his eyes rolling back before they re-focus on you, half-hidden by hooded eyelids.

"Love," you murmur. For it is the answer to everything, is it not?

"Love," is echoed with a resounding voice that doesn't fully come from the tongue of the man beneath you, but bellows out from an otherworldly essence that surrounds the entire world and beyond. And at the same time, he speaks it so fondly because ultimately, he's addressing it as a title for you.

The god of the sun, as immortal as he might be, has died before. Mortal vessels manage to persevere for a fixed number of years and a feeble human body can only endure so much wear and tear. Yet Seokmin's soul still shines steadily onwards despite the memory of death over and over again lingering… and he unsurprisingly realizes that he wouldn't mind dying like this — by your hand.

Was that love?

But the amount of power, energy, and time, along with the unpredictable wiles of the creator would never guarantee him returning to you. Preservation of this human shell was of the utmost importance, the first time he's ever handled a vessel with care before.

Perhaps that was love.

Rather than be swept up in unpleasantries, he entertains the amusing thought of how much fragility you exercise with him. Having already released your grip far too quickly and instead, fiddle with the untied laces on his loose shirt.

"Love," he repeats, this time as a call in a raspy drawl of his own voice.

"Hm. Or maybe it was… pity."

An eyebrow raises and the corners of Seokmin's mouth twitch upward. "Only my queen would dare to pity a god."

"It was for what you were. And who you weren't. I despise those uppity, repetitive displays of unwavering loyalty that either party can easily discard."

"Like the former king's imperial court."

"Yes."

Your angered hiss is exactly the same as the first time you informed him of your plans to take down your father and his cult. The disgust and rage have barely ebbed even after all the progress made for a better future and as many years that have passed.

Seokmin scans your expressions. He's always admired your spitfire that could rival his own flames. But in times when it burns long enough to possibly exhaust or hurt you, he worries. You're strong — he knows that — so many times he simply becomes the safe space where you can seethe aloud without interruption.

"Would you rather grow dull and be poisoned because someone is not even worth keeping an eye on or the thrill of unpredictability? A constant sword dance that keeps each other on their toes, never deviating gazes from one another."

He smirks. "That sounds familiar."

You think back to earlier days with him. A stubborn royal and an even more stubborn deity. When did the challenging, pointed glares at one another change to simmering looks of desire?

Instead of your swords tangling together in an angry clash over a small matter, it was your tongues after a heated sparring session. How condescension switched to respect to something more passionate… more primal… more intimate.

"Perhaps so. But look at you now — look at how you shine."

His skin indeed glows a bit brighter as he melts further into the soft touch of your palm returning to his cheek. Thumb tracing constellations between the pair of moles on his cheek while your other finger follows the nearly invisible scar below his eye.

"Little blemishes," he had once told you, "even the body of a god bears its flaws after fighting on a battlefield."

You thought they only made him all the more perfect.

"And look at how I've fallen."

As if to demonstrate his murmured words, Seokmin moves at the speed of light — his normal pace — to lie on his back, umber strands of hair spread out like flames of fire against the grandiose bed's silken sheets.

Somehow, he'd positioned you on top of him. Much accustomed to the tiny displays of omnipotence here and there, you remain unbothered. Affectionately, you brush back his bangs. Fiery wisps of hair that seemingly move on their own accord with the amount of power that ripples through their thin fibers.

He might just be the most powerful among his fellow deities and you could wield all of that as your own because he sits obediently in the palm of your hand. Lays dociley among your silken sheets. What he's trying to prove to you — the hold you have over him — immediately enthralled under your spell as you play with his locks and softly whisper, "You're Seokmin. My Seokmin."

Despite your bare chest quite literally in his face, the god waits. Fully clothed in soft linens where he can feel every tempting pulse thundering in your precious mortal body on top of his.

And still, he waits.

His hands don't even reach out as you unlace his shirt. Though he has wrecked and ruined your body in a thrillingly sensual, blistering, and passionate heat of love-making before, tonight he gives himself over to you. Vulnerable and all yours for the taking, watching with faint amusement as you impatiently urge him to shed the rest of his garments.

"My queen."

"My king."

"There is no rush. We have all of eternity."

"Do we?" you breathe out and look him in the eyes as your fingers dance along his inner thigh. "Or is it only you, divine ruler of the everlasting dawn and never-ending night?"

"My graceful moon," Seokmin sighs and distracts you from grasping his weeping shaft, urging you to straddle his legs. You follow his will despite the object of your desires lying neglected between your bodies, coating your stomach in the molten saltiness that drips from it.

"My stars, my sky, my galaxy, my universe." Each title of affection is seared into your skin with a burning kiss to brand your body. Your cheek, your ear, your neck, your shoulder, and your hand. "Without you in it, the world ceases to exist."

"My sun, my warrior, my knight, my shield, and my sword." You repeat a version of your own display of worship and what he means to you — mimicking the same actions across his lithe body. "My love, it would do you good to live in the present with me. Must you think of a dire future so soon?"

"Each inhale of life thus returns an exhale of death. I dread every moment that brings me closer to your end."

"Such morbid thoughts you carry, my darling. Where is the fearless god that took a poisoned arrow to the heart and pulled it out without so much as a flinch?"

"You think me weak when I'd take the blow of any weapon as long as it does not harm you."

The irony when you'd both been struck by invisible, non-lethal darts fired from the god of love's feathered bow. But the terrifying memory of Seokmin taking the assassination attempt in your place causes a rare, but true, fear twisting in your gut. The flash of life before your eyes changed the trajectory of your tactics and your relationship with the god. And as always he reassures you with what he knows to be the truth — for the most part.

"Nothing can hurt me as long as you're alright."

"Then make me your goddess in return so that I will be invincible enough to protect you from harm's wrath too."

"But that… you know I can't," he whimpers, "no matter how much I long to."

A tear trickles down his cheek, crystallizing when it falls. Like many before and well after, all bodily fluids of the god will be found transformed as various tiny diamonds and gems. Tangled within the bedsheets the following morning as they always are and stored away in the queen's treasury.

Seokmin cries, not just at his frustrations, but at how you gingerly hold his hot and hardened length. Heavy in your palm that rubs and strokes it lovingly before sinking down with practiced ease, having already stretched yourself out earlier while waiting. Undulating your hips in slow, controlled circles that make him dizzy with desire. Your words pierce his chest, paining him like no sword that sliced him open could ever compare.

"If fate will not let it happen, then bury me in the ground so I can thrive beneath your warm rays that whisper sweet nothings. Let me smile up at you after winter passes while I bloom brilliantly through spring and long into the heated days of summer. Weave my soul among the stars so I may greet you in the morning and kiss you goodnight every evening. Scatter my ashes into the windy gusts of the north and down the silver rivers flowing south so I may laugh and dance in the skies alongside your sunbeams."

He sobs at the poignant emotional tug of your words, every poetry waxed by your breathy voice punctuated by a tantalizing undulation of your hips. You reassuringly clench around him, foreheads and bodies pressed together, hands clasped tightly in each other's grasp.

The god's chest heaves and the mountains on the eastern border shift to the left. Sometimes the air cools when this occurs but tonight, it shimmers and glistens as if straining against his commands. A hot wave that threatens to distort the very seam of reality itself.

"I will always be yours," you kiss the corner of his trembling lips, "and you mine, my darling god."

"My sweet goddess, my everything… my love."

Seokmin's hips buck up anxiously and you let him lead the pace. Wild thrusts take over as he chases that high, wanting and needing to take you over that peak with him. Your body lays prone against him, along for the jostling ride as the god seeks his own pleasure through and with you. Praises and worship fall from his lips, never failing to be in awe of how your cunt molds and works his cock like a blacksmith shapes an iron rod yet he can bully it as he wants to fit him. Only him.

You were made for the god of the sun.

Golden ichor thrums through his veins, lighting his skin in flashes like the sparks of embers. He's beautiful. Otherworldly. Your lips capture each glowing pulse of godliness that erupts beneath his flesh with a tender peck. He's all yours.

And he was made for you.

When Seokmin plunges into your welcoming warmth that is his alone to claim before he finally succumbs, it's blinding. On the other side of the earth, the sun shines a little brighter. A harsh glint that already emits a sweltering heat from its fiery nature flares even hotter in the blue sky. A blessed priestess looks up in contemplation, waving away the worried maidens who tend to her every need.

You feel his large hands — one presses in a bruising hold between your shoulders, the other on your lower back. Keeping you flush against him, holding your body to his while you welcome inside the scorching spurts of his seed within your womb that feel like lava. Your walls flutter around him and he basks in the feeling of them pulsating as you jerk your hips

"Come," he begs out. It's loud and resounding. More of an instinctual command if anything and your body almost obeys unwittingly, unaware of his intent before he lifts you up with inhuman strength and clarifies, "Up here," and sits you on your rightful throne — his face, "where you deserve, the queen of queens. My queen. My love. My goddess."

He laps at you like a dehydrated dog. Both cleaning you up and creating an even bigger mess. Your thighs squeeze tightly around the sides of Seokmin's head, one hand tugging harshly at his hair and the other mercilessly wrinkling the silk bed sheets. His moans are sweet songs of praise but muffled as he sucks his release out of your cunt only to push it back inside with his tongue. The addition of globs of spit accompanying the still-hot, smeared mess causes your own sounds to grow much louder, writhing on top of him from the sloppy sensations.

Back and forth he repeats this a couple of times, the firm point of his nose stimulating your sore clit in his efforts. And finally, you come undone — spasming on top of Seokmin's chin and suffocating him just like he likes. Breathing and drowning in your essence, the very elixir of life.

"I shall make you mine," he whispers later, dutifully laying your deliciously aching but clean body onto freshened sheets. Your lover is ever so attentive, rarely nearly needing the same amount of aftercare he showers upon you.

For he is a god from the heavens to bestow blessings upon his desired mortal.

"I am already yours."

"But for all of eternity, it shall be so."

Satiated and content, you reach for him. He lovingly takes your hand and presses a kiss to the tip of each of your fingers. "How?"

"The Mother. She's the closest thing we have to the Creator and might be older than the universe itself. There's nothing she doesn't know so I'm sure she'll have the answers I seek."

"Must you leave so soon?"

Seokmin smiles as he pulls the sheets over your shoulders. "The sun never fails to rise, my dear. I will be back before you know it bringing with me tidings of great news."

"I'll be waiting."

Your shared kiss is soft and gentle. Sweet and full of sentiment. Indeed, you always wait for him and the sun god leaves with a full heart of hope. Little does he know, and little do you suspect, the true one lying in wait was the shadowed figure holding a poisoned dagger beneath their cloak.

And so, with the death of a queen so loved by the god of the sun… the prophecy begins.

onlyseokmins: September 2024 ©

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Sweet Blue Flowers

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Fumi Manjoume enters Kamakura's accelerated high school - Matsuoka All-Girls High School. While waiting at the Kamakura station on the day of her entrance ceremony, she runs into an old childhood friend whom she had not seen in 10 years: Akira Okudaira. As their friendship is rekindled and they start falling back into the rhythm of friends again, it starts a delicate love story...

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Volicia of Pluto

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In 2006, Akiko Hoshigami’s dreams of track-and-field stardom are dashed after a leg injury. She enters high school with her best friend, Ayano Umisoe, and between club activites and meeting new friends, the empty Akio begins to resember her former self. Until one day, Ayano suddenly dissapears.

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Yurikuma Arashi

• School • Drama • Sci-Fi • Enemies to Lovers • Multiple Couples

In a world divided between humans and hyper-intelligent, man-eating bears, Kureha attends an all-girls school and holds onto a simple wish—to spend the rest of her life with her classmate and soul mate, Sumika. But after a secret rendezvous ends in tragedy, Kureha vows to never back down on her love and put a bullet in any bear she meets.

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YuruYuri

• School • Slice of Life • Comedy • Multiple Couples

Four students decide to occupy the room of the defunct tea ceremony club, dubbing it the ‘Amusement Club.’ While the Student Council does its best to eliminate this club, their endless energy, happiness, and comedy will keep audiences smiling all season long!

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This is partially a D&D question and partially a lore question in general: how does being a praetor work? Like is there anything specific abilities you gain from being it? The green praetor is the apex predator, the black praetor is the strongest(?) (most influence/power?) of the thanes.

Like could a PC try to overthrow a praetor and could one become a praetor in their stead? If so does anything actually happen

Praetor is a political title. It doesn't hold mechanical weight beyond the fact that the praetors happen to be the most powerful beings in the setting (CR 21+) thanks to their significant sway and the might they've accumulated, magical and otherwise.

I'm sure a PC could attempt to overthrow a praetor in Plane Shift: Mirrodin/New Phyrexia, with great difficulty–but it's like usurping a guildmaster in Guildmaster's Guide to Ravnica, or taking over as monarch in any generic fantasy setting. You don't get set bonuses if you take the throne. The approach would also differ greatly by faction. The Thanes might require more cunning, while Vorinclex would prefer you fought him to the death.

Obviously, roleplay-wise, things would change a lot. The game would pivot to deeper intrigue as the party becomes a significant political force. I could also see a more powerful Phyrexian gain increasing influence over ichor memories as they take up more of Phyrexia's collective consciousness. I've been playing with the idea of letting DMs set compleation saving throw DCs (to resist mind control) higher when caused by mnemonically high-profile Phyrexians, for example.

Overall, nothing mechanical changes by default as a result of a PC becoming a praetor–it's mostly RP–though I imagine if a player did manage to pull this off, the DM might reward them with something!

#mtg #magic the gathering #dnd #dnd 5e #dnd homebrew #phyrexian #new phyrexia #3-slugcat-pilots-7-ornithopters #glistener's guide to new phyrexia

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❛❛ i'll tell you where the real road lies. between your ears, behind your eyes. that's the path to paradise. likewise, the road to ruin

a son of zeus and maia, hermes was born in a cave in mt. hōrai and later became the greek god of swiftness and craftiness. mt. hōrai is a paradisal isle within the crossroads realm ( a sort of limbo or cosmic highway between lands and dimensions ), primarily used as a rest stop and sanctuary for the kami pantheon. the cloud cover surrounding the isle is made up of quintillions upon quintillions of souls ready to impart their wisdom, while the regular inhabitants of the isle are made up of yōkai and sprites who have known no evil, which keeps their hearts pure and prevents them from growing old. in maia's case, she was a refugee granted sanctuary by birthright, being a granddaughter of fūjin, the elder kami of wind.

as a youth, hermes snuck out of the isle to learn more about his kin from the greek pantheon, particularly his older brother apollo. through his cunning and unrivaled speed, he was able to steal apollo's prized cattle in jest. two of the cattle were accidentally harmed, their deaths barring hermes' ability to return to mt. hōrai, but he endeared himself to his angry brother through the invention of the lyre, and won his father's favor by presenting the dead cattle as a sacrifice to the gods. thereafter, he became zeus' personal messenger and an olympian god presiding over herds, heralds, travelers, athletes, commerce, trade & thieves. he is the pantheon's middleman and arguably the biggest aid to their mortal heroes. he also serves as a psychopomp, guiding departed souls to the underworld when requested or needed.

✧ headcanons ✧ visuals ✧ threads

☁️ . . . VERSES

✧ main . for any greek myth canon or ancient/modern fantasy verses that leaves room for the pantheon to exist. any cataclysmic/supernatural threat that can only be addressed by a chosen one/few means there's a call that will need to be answered, and you know who's making that call? hermes is the mouthpiece of the gods, and herald of nearly every story, so he will be convincing heroes to step out of their ordinary worlds to go save the world, may even help or deliver a boon somewhere along the way between his many misadventures errands if he takes a liking to them! ✧ alt. kami verse . still need to flesh this out, but i'd love to explore an alternate storyline for him wherein he still get's booted from mt. hōrai, but the greek pantheon didn't welcome him as an olympian either, so he's basically a disgraced kami roaming the world with no real place in it until he eventually becomes somewhat of a folk legend / local protector in the rural communities of japan. ✧ dragon age . will be kept a little vague for the sake of flexibility with plots, but the general vibe is that hermes was a city elf turned thieving rogue with a robin hood complex, so can very easily be dragged into a companion verse during any of the games, but i'm inclined to have him involved as an envoy during inquisition, and/or a veil jumper in veilguard though it's tbd after i finish. he is technically a mage, but non-practicing, never properly trained, and won't disclose this voluntarily; however wind is his natural element and he does use magic to grant him supernatural speed which he chalks to his "enchanted boots". aside from that he'll rely on his arrows or short sword in a fight. ✧ fae verse . he's already so fae-boy coded, not much changes. he would be considered seelie, an embodiment of wind ( originally from the spring court? not sure yet ), and a herald to whatever seelie monarch applies. he's usually sent as a spy, diplomat and courier between the fae courts, but is also regularly found in the mortal realm stirring relatively harmless trouble or stealing things from guarded hoards and castles. he could also function similar to a vila, granting good luck and support to a chosen hero. ✧ modern / futuristic / dystopian . any non-immortal plots where more than likely hermes is just your typical outlaw recruited to a cause or special mission. will be a case by case basis, but some options are: hermes as the designated getaway car, the double agent, the heist extraordinaire, the speedster ( for mutant / super hero aus ), the devil's advocate ( for organized crime aus where zeus is the head of a crime ring) , the head of his own band of thieves etc etc

☁️ . . . DOSSIER

name. hermes titles/epithets. trickster god, slayer of argos, of the golden wand, of the gateway, patron of athletes and gymnasiums, swift-footed, luck-bringer, keen-sighted, glad-hearted, ready-helper, champion, guiless-one, famous-one pronouns. he/him age. immortal pantheon. hellenistic polytheism / shinto etymology. olympian god / kami of wind sexuality. pansexual alignment. chaotic good relations. zeus ( father ), maia ( mother ), atlas ( grandfather ), shinatobe ( grandmother ), ( fūjin, great-grandfather ), apollo ( favorite target, brother ), dionysus ( foster kid, brother ), charon ( professional associate ♡ ), and too many others to list ( homer said he's for the streets ) height. 5'11" build. lean and very toned, especially his calves, thighs, and glutes. he's not running around in a mini chiton for no reason hair. black and usually kept at a youthful and lush length, just short enough to stay out of his eyes and nape eyes. dark brown, increasingly gold during a run, and near electric when he starts to reach top speed. sacred animals/plants. ram, hare, tortoise, cattle, sheep, goats, strawberry trees, crocus

☁️ . . . ABILITIES / SKILLSET

* super speed. the fastest god of the pantheon, easily capable of traveling faster than the speed of sound, and if he pushes it hard enough his top speed reaches just shy of the speed of light. * dimensional travel. he can also travel the axis mundi aka "the crossroads" between realms and take others through those roads. typically, he uses this for short cuts and to save on his endurance when zeus needs him to hop to too many far away places at once. * wind manipulation. his proclivity for speed is in large part due to his manipulation of air and ability to live in his own separate vacuum with little to no wind resistance. as such, he is able to fly for limited periods, create whirlwinds, manipulate and build air momentum into concentrated blasts, change the trajectory of airborne projectiles, cushion a hard fall, enhance his agility, create air shields etc. * martial arts/rogue class skillset. not just for fantasy verses, but in general hermes has very high dexterity, coercion, and agility. he is also very adept in martial arts/wrestling. while he is strong, he can be overpowered and will rely on his speed and precision with hits, as well as use an enemies momentum against them. * intelligence. hermes is wickedly smart and inventive, as demonstrated in several of his myths, it's the reason why he was even accepted into the big 12 to begin with. his intelligence won't present itself in the conventional way, he has very little patience to sit and learn subjects that don't apply to him or engage him, but he has a strong affinity and natural understanding of physics and mathematics which will be obvious in the way he trades, the things he's creates out of scraps and items he collects, or when he improvises his escape plans. * magical items/work instruments. he's got a couple of these that's he's either stolen or created for himself, but his hood of invisibility is the one he will not leave the house without; his arm brace is what allows him to carry souls to the underworld; his caduceus allows him to put people/creatures to sleep or awaken them, and can also provide a peaceful, painless death to the fallen

☁️ . . . RESTRICTIONS

* speed and endurance limitations. since he is creating his own little vacuum, the faster he runs the less oxygen he has to breath, which as an immortal won't kill him, but will be very painful and mess with his focus. he trains a lot to build up his lung capacity so he can travel faster for longer periods of time, but like any runner, he does have his limits. high speeds are meant for shorter bursts. he's also still trying to outrun lightning, but can't seem to manage it (yet). * low damage tolerance. while he is very agile and prides himself in being hard to catch, when a hit does manage to make the mark, his tolerance for damage will be low. ( he's very soccer player coded in that way. don't trip him while he's running because he will be baby about it for a hot minute. ) * unfocused. while very hard working, he can and will get easily distracted, take on multiple tasks at once regardless of his bandwidth or overestimate how many enemies he can take on which is usually to his detriment. he's also.... very thrill seeking and care free which means he's likely to act on impulse rather than strategy, thinks he's smart enough to improvise his way out of a bind ( most of the time he is )

☁️ . . . ADDITIONAL NOTES

as explained in this super long meta, my default plot for all my greek myth muses is centered around the fact that zeus is destined to be overthrown and is avoiding this prophecy at all costs. hermes is the only other god who is at least somewhat aware of the components of this prophecy and does aid zeus in maintaining power for the sake of keeping the family together and at peace --- for now.

hermes is part kami from his mother's side, maia, who i'm establishing as the daughter of atlas ( the titan condemned to carry the heavens on his shoulders ) and the kami goddess shinatobe, daughter of fūjin, the elder kami of wind. fūjin is one of the eight immortals who resides at the top of the mt. hōrai, but he's known to have oni (ogre/demonic) characteristics, so it's safe to say he didn't offer much in the way of defending hermes or convincing the other gods to allow him entry back to the isle

he has an immortal pet turtle named hayoto whom he brought with him when he first fled mt. hōrai. he will ride along in the messenger bag if not left in hermes' primary residence for when his travels are anticipated to be a bit too dicey for.

he plays the role of psychopomp in two scenarios 1) after a mass fatality event or 2) because zeus sends him specifically as a form of extra security ( likely in the event of a lover or enemy dying ) he only has this ability because of the arm brace he invented which can store and carry souls for short periods of time

hermes currently can't run faster than the speed of light because he knows if he trains himself to outpace lightning that his father will regard this as a threat -- but if he ever does break that barrier, running faster than light reverses time. again, the faster he runs the more taxing it is on his body, so he likely wouldn't be able to tolerate these speeds for more than a few seconds, meaning his ability to travel back in time wouldn't exceed more than a few minutes. if he trains hard enough and finds his way back to mt. horai, the souls might help him figure out that the time vortex has shortcuts, granting him the means to travel back even further.

in the greek mythos, hermes was nursed by nymphs known as the horae, ( goddesses of the seasons and natural portions of time ) who told him stories about zeus and the greek pantheon, stirring his desire to leave home. for the sake of blending this with my canon, i'd rather consider the souls of the mountain as the hōrai, and thus where the island's name comes from. similar to the greek horae, they are entities associated with time, contributing to the island's eternal season of abundance and imparting knowledge and stories by taking your astral form to that specific moment in time -- albeit only as a phantasmal viewer, similar to the ghosts in a christmas carol !

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hello :) i have very recently gotten into namor comics and i wanted to know, what are your favorite arcs/solos hes had? i hope its not too much of a bother. thank you and i hope youre doing well. ^_^

Hello and welcome. It's always a pleasure to speak with Namor fans ❤️ Thanks for asking, I'm well and I hope you are too.

Series:

King in Black: Namor - It's wonderfully written and gives us great lore and character moments. It's written by Kurt Busiek who really knows the character. The artwork is amazing, drawn by two different artists but I have to point out how much I really enjoy the colorists' work. The way they chose to make present day Namor scenes all muted colors, like the ocean is sick and dying, meanwhile his past scenes has such vibrant color.

Sub-Mariner: The Depths - I'm a big horror fan so this was a perfect combination of horror and Namor. I wish this would someday be adapted into a short animation or live action film. Ribic's art carries the whole comic, you could understand it just by the art alone, tho the writing is great too.

Sub-Mariner (2007) - Honesty I feel this series is criminally under rated, it's one of my favorite modern takes on Namor. I do have a couple of criticisms of the plot/ending but overall this series is favorite, love the artwork, love the premise and Namor's characterization.

The Sub-Mariner (1968) - I'm a big fan of Silver Age Namor and this series has lots of great comics but some do drag on at point. Personal favorites, Namor vs The Thing and Namor meeting Betty again in #8, Dorma being possessed by the Serpent Crown in #9. Gonna stop there before I go digging to find every issue I loved, bc there's just a lot there, like I love Tigershark's introduction/stories and Namor and Diane's friendship, and the quest for Namor's father etc.

Arc's:

Tales to Astonish: The Quest for Neptune's Trident #70-76. (To be fair I do love a lot Tales to Astonish but I'm just trying to pick out arcs that I reread alot.)

Namor goes insane in space: Uncanny X-Men (1963) Annual 3 (2001), Steve Rogers: Super Soldier Annual 1, Namor: The First Mutant Annual 1

Suma-Ket & Artys-Gran Arc - Namor, the Sub-Mariner (1990) #30-40. Dark Undersea High Fantasy arc, love it.

Solo Comics:

Marvel Fanfare (1982) #16 & 43, both these are solo adventures

Marvel Snapshot: Sub-Mariner (2020) - I can never get enough of this comic, told from Betty's pov, its wonderful.

Avengers: Emperor Doom - I love every time Namor and Doom team up or interact but if I had to pick one time it's this.

What if? Sub-Mariner (2011) - Love love this story by Greg Pak of Namor growing up on land.

The Judgement of Namor - Dark Reign: The Cabal - Namor takes court and deals with his subjects. An excellent look into Namor's role as the monarch of Atlantis.

Marvel (2020) #3 - I loved the sketch arts of the comic that was unfinished, it had been around for decades but when Marvel finally printed it in full I was so happy. I still prefer the sketchy art but I thought this was a fun adventure and Namor is in a suit, lol.

Marvel Comics Presents: (1988) #33 - All time favorite Namor comic, #1 spot in my heart. (2007) #7 - Namor mourns Nita's death (2019) #1 - A heavy story by Greg Pak about WWll

Tales of the Marvels: Inner Demons - a look at Namor while he was an amnesiac

I haven't even started on character team up comics or team books and if I start on those I won't stop. lol. I'll put a link here to my 2019 comic reading guide that can help you find most major arcs. I hope you enjoy reading!

#namor #namor the sub mariner #namor mckenzie #comic reading guide #comic recs #imp answers

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Plotting out "Night and Day" (2008)

Check out my post about the summaries of the post-renaissance era here. Note: I may change them to better fit my fleshed-out posts later.

Background: Wanting to do adapt another Hans Christian Anderson tale, Disney eventually settles on "The Nightingale," though that it may not be interesting enough makes them shelve it. Eventually, someone mentions an interesting take on the story: to set it in Korea. Deciding that letting the story take place in China would bring about comparisons to "Mulan," Disney greenlights the project, bringing Gary Trousdale and Kirk Wise on as directors due to the variety they bring having directed Disney movies with a variety of flavors, and thus believe they can bring something unique to this story. They ask James Newton Howard to conduct the score, and while originally planning to hire Stephen Schwartz to do the music, the Korean-American community speaks out on Disney involving East Asians in the production team, so they opt for a Korean American songwriter instead. While Linda Woolverton is the primary screenwriter, several people of Korean heritage contribute to the script as well. Additional research is also done into the history and culture of Korea, with Park chan-Wook's work having significant influence. A notable source of contention is what time period to set the story in. Despite being fictional, it's soon decided that it would be wise to be close as possible to cultural accuracy, and while some argued that the film should depict the Joseon era (a popular era for Korean films and dramas), the Silla dynasty is soon decided upon due to it's reputation as a golden age of Korea and an "Ancient" feel that could make it comparable to "Mulan." They also made a somewhat controversial change of making the bird a magpie (in reference to a Korean fairy tale involving a sky bridge made of magpies) instead of a nightingale. And possibly the most divisive change was to remove hyphens from certain character's names and pronounce/spell them as one name. Sci-fi elements of the story were originally pitched, but when they felt it was straying too far from the initial story and the fantasy vibe, breaking the world in a sense, Disney cut it.

(Note: several visual aids used are from media post-2008 and are serve to give the audience the idea of how the characters would look/act, rather than the influences Disney would use in the early 2000s.)

Plots

In the Kingdom of Seora, all is not well. Emperor Taejo, the overseer of a golden age, is stricken with a seemingly incurable disease. While the country prematurely mourns the beloved monarch, his second son takes matters into his own hands by vowing to find a bird of legend said to cure disease and even resurrect the dead. However, the bird herself is not quite as magical as one thought, but she does have Death's ear. She takes the prince on a journey to visit the one who all will see in time, but the prince finds that both in his home and on his journey, dark forces plot against him.

Characters

Sujin (Su-Jin)--Cursed to take on the form of a bird by her cruel stepmother, she is a mature and patient woman (at one point, anyway) with a glorious singing voice. Her curse has given her longevity, and her voice became one of legend, and it is said that even Death himself cannot resist when she calls for a favor. When the Prince of Seora finds her to ask for Death's favor, she guides him to find Death itself. However, she realizes that her relationship with Death does always deliver on her favors; in fact, she worries that it may need to be a trade. And as she continues to fall for the prince, she's terrified that he will accept it.

Prince Jiyu (Ji-Yu)--The middle son of the Emperor and called the rabbit prince for his wit, he is one of the few people at court not so depressed by grieving that he is able to realize what he needs to do. Having heard of a magpie with a song so lovely that it can heal the sick and revive the dead, he ventures to find her. However, he soon discovers the myth was embellished, but that she does hold Death's favor. So he asks her to take him to find "Grandfather Death" to ask for his father's safe health. While he comes off as a slacker with no self-motivation, Jiyu is quite crafty and a slippery thing, a rabbit not so easily caught. But Sujin may have done so without even trying.

(Note: the picture of Park Jihoon in 'Flower Crew: Joseon Marriage Agency, as the title states, is set in the Joseon era, but I included the picture to demonstrate the vibrancy of the colors and patterns he wears as something Jiyu would wear. In fact, I'd probably put him in pinks and purples to contrast with Sujin's more mature magpie colors. And I know Lau is Chinese, but I was imagining him as influencing Jiyu's personality)

Yunseo (Yun-Seo)--Prince Jiyu's uncle, who stands to inherit the throne if Jiyu dies on his journey, as Jiyu's older brother was imprisoned for staging a coup and his younger brother and sister are too young to rule, allowing him to rule as regent. While he has a family affinity, those closest to him stoke his ego until he allows himself to believe that the kingdom would be better off without him and with Yunseo as Emperor, and considers either discrediting his young niece and nephew, or removing them from the line of succession in a more...substantive way.

(It's noted that Daniel Dae Kim was a visual inspiration. Perhaps he even played Yunseo.)

Songs

The Sun Never Sets--A ballad of the glory of the Kingdom of Seora, how it was brought into a golden age by the emperor. But in the past year, a great illness has set into his body and mind

Rabbit Eyes--The mischievous second son of the emperor is set to inherit the kingdom if his father dies, but while plans are made for him, he refuses to give up, deciding to venture to find the mythical magpie.

Songbird--Jiyun attempts to persuade Sujin to heal his father, but she cannot, and he eventually convinces her to guide him to Death in order to ask them personally for a favor.

Abandoned--While regent, Yunseo contemplates the idea of being permanent ruler. Having been young when his brother's children were born, he never truly considered becoming Emperor, but he eventually comes around to the idea that him as emperor would be beneficial for everyone.

Connection--Sujin, having grown closer to Jiyun during their journey, tells him about how she became a magpie, and Jiyun reveals how he wants to heal his father out of duty rather than familial ties; his mother died when he was small and his older brother staged a failed coup and was imprisoned. All this made his father emotionally distant, and thus Jiyun feels more like his subject than his son.

Death's Favor--Upon finally meeting Death, they are not as moved by Sujin's pleas as usual, as the emperor is already at Death's door. Jiyun is willing to trade his life for his father's, but Death says that to bring his father to full health, the cost is much steeper: if he wants the emperor healed, he must fade from the minds of everyone, forgetting who he is and all forgetting him. He must lose his very identity in order to restore the golden age of his kingdom.

Hope you enjoyed the original films from my take on Disney's post-renaissance era! Lemme know if you have any questions.

#disney #disney animation #korea #disney princess

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absolutebl · 3 years ago

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BL Actor Pairs - Meta Guide

A lot of these posts are dated, because pairs have broken up and things move fast the the entertainment industry. But since were were talking TayNew and Cherry Magic recently....

Basics of Actor Pairs, Cobranding, and BL Couples

A Guide to Thai BL Actor Pairs for New Watchers (old af)

Thai BL Actor Pairs... REDUX! (late 2021)

GMMTV and Co-Branded BL Couples - pairs and marketing tactics (early 2022)

How to get over Thai BL Pair Branding (mid 2022)

GMMTV’S BL Pairs, Ranked (late 2022)

Rankings, recs, & fantasy casting

BL’s Top 10 Most Deserving Unresolved

10 BL Pairs That Should be Reunited in New Rolls!

Crazy BL Actor Pairing I'd Love to See

TOP 10 BL PAIRS + What They Should Play Next

Your Favorite Thai BL Couples = What to Watch Next?

As of end of 2022 the oldest still active pairs are...

KarnNat (origin Grey Rainbow, latest Dear Doctor) - they cobrand only when they have a show and don’t feed shippers, CURRENT MONARCHS*

BoomPeak (origin Make It Right, latest 7 Project) - they don’t actively cobrand and never feed shippers

MaxTul (origin Bad Romance, latest Manner of Death) - champions (and origin) of Thai BL IRL ships

OffGun (origin Puppy Honey, latest Not Me) - announced Cooking Crush for 2023

TayNew (origin Kiss, latest Dark Blue Kiss) - announced Cherry Magic for 2023

All these pairs started in 2016, some of them as side couples. I consider the oldest established pair to have completed a recent BL the reigning Kings, as of typing in Dec 2022 that’s KarnNat.

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Fantasy Guide to Wards and Fostering

I get a lot of asks about wards and recently it's been a FAQ. So here's a quick guide to warding.

What is Warding?

Warding was a tradition in which a noble or royal family would take in a child from another family to their home for the purpose of educating them and preparing them for adulthood or to protect their interests. Warding was seen as a big compliment to the family of the foster child, especially if the family that fosters their child is much higher ranking. However, warding could also be in response to the family's misbehavior and insubordination or in some cases their death. Warding isn't adoption. Warding does not entitle the child to inherit anything. They cannot inherit a place in the succession, they cannot inherit lands or money or titles.

The Ward

The ward was usually a child of a lower ranking family, between the ages of seven to maturity at 16 or so. Wards usually had parents in which case the foster family was charged with the child's physical and educational welfare. The ward could return to their parents at any time either at their insistence or with the blessing of their foster family. Wards were raised alongside the host family's children as well as other wards. They were fed, clothed and educated by their foster family as essentially treated as part of the family. However, wards that come from unfriendly or rebellious families were essentially used as chips for good behaviour. If their parents or kin act up, they could be killed. Wards could also be orphaned. In this case, their foster father would have control their lands and money which is why an overlord would seek to claim warship over a vassal heir to ensure peace. Wards could also be adopted by family. Royal children are not warded to other royal families due to their value and succession rights.

The Foster Family

The family were nearly always higher ranking and usually had another motive other than charity for taking in the ward. Sometimes the child could be used as collateral against an untrustworthy family or sometimes they were prospective spouses for the family's heirs. It was the responsibility of the foster family to discipline, educate and protect the ward. They would be charged with teaching the ward all the trappings of their position from warfare to statecraft to etiquette.

Wards to Royal families

In some cases, a ward might strike gold and be warded at court by the monarch. Wards would live at court but would be unlikely to be taught the skills by the monarch or Consort personally but would be provided with the best tutors. Wards could be brought in to be companions to the Royal children or in order to ensure their inheritances were not subjected to disputes if they were orphans or again, if their family were likely to commit trouble. Royal wards were always nobility but in some rare and extreme cases they could also be royal themselves, usually of displaced and exiled families or as prospective matches to royal children.

Wardship & Women

In some cases, an unmarried woman or a widow could be placed in the protection of an overlord or male relative in order to protective her interests. If a woman was the heir to a grand title or vast fortune and had no father or brother, the monarch or overlord would insist that a male relative or her overlord would take her in lest her claim put her in danger. Usually, it would be up to their host to arrange a match or aid her in brokering one herself.

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bretwalda-lamnguin · 2 years ago

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Van and Folken Fanel being Draconians on their mother’s side but heirs to Fanelia on their father’s side is very interesting to me. Fantasy monarchs and rulers being some kind of Atlantean is a well-established trope, both Tolkien and Martin play it relatively straight, with the Númenorian Kings and Stewards of Gondor and Arnor and the Valyrian Targaryen dynasty ruling Westeros. Both of these use their Atlantean-ness to reinforce their claim to the throne, openly proclaiming themselves to be different to other humans.

In LOTR (the book, this doesn’t apply to the films!) both Denethor and Faramir openly use some forms of psychic powers to read the minds of others, and both seem proud of the fact that they can do this. Denethor’s soldiers talk about him being able to read the future and the minds of Men, even those who live far off. Faramir talks about being a Númenorian and says he can read Gollum’s mind, talking about what he sees and that he can read that Gollum has done murder. Aragorn, who has spent most of the story veiling or at least not using these powers only does so once he proclaims himself king after Denethor’s death, seeming to use some kind of psychic power on the Mouth of Sauron at the Black Gate. In fact Gondor’s brutal civil war, the Kin-Strife, was fought because the new King of Gondor, Eldacar, was not seen as being of pure Númenorian blood. The anti-blood-purists won the war, but even then part of their argument in the aftermath seems to have been that his supposedly impure blood had not made Eldacar less Númenorian, that was obvious from his long life (he lived longer than his “pure blood” father, and Númenorians live much longer than other men.)

Likewise the Targaryens aren’t shy of their Valyrian descent, openly declaring themselves as blood of the dragon. They also use this to exempt themselves from Westeros’ religious laws with the Doctrine of Exceptionalism, which states that the ban on incest does not apply to them, because they are Valyrians who ride dragons and are immune to disease (though this doesn’t prove completely true.) They clearly hold themselves to some degree above other humans, though maybe not to the same degree the Númenorians do at times, and their Valyrian-ness is directly tied to their rule as Kings and Queens of Westeros.

Van and Folken however had to hide their descent, the notion of their mother as a draconian was at best borderline scandalous. They were discouraged from showing their wings or using their powers in the presence of others. Their connection to Atlantis must have been very strongly filtered through their Draconian mother Vaire, but while Folken gets at least a full childhood with her, Van loses her at about five, shortly after his brother Folken disappears. At this point Van has no real external connection to his Draconian ancestry or powers. Worse, much of the culture he resides in seems to despise Draconians, he must hide his true nature from people he would rule or risk potentially being overthrown. He has to figure these things out for himself, with only a few brief conversations with his brother, a short visit to Atlantis and the ghost of Vaire to guide him.

Folken spends his life trying to gain control of the power of Atlantis, primarily as a means of fulfilling Dornkirk’s goals. But it seems likely to me that there would have also been a personal element to it. He needs that power to understand himself, to come to terms with what it means to be a Draconian.

There’s another element to it too, and one that makes the Númenorian comparison especially pertinent. In LOTR, Faramir describes the Númenorians as “a springless autumn”. They’re a dying breed, an endangered species. Denethor and Faramir are for their entire lifetime aware that they’re among the last of their kind. This also has the added effect of making their relationship especially tragic-each is one of the few people on the planet who might truly understand each other, yet they can never see truly eye to eye. Then the elder dies, and the younger must go on.

Seeing the parallels with Folken and Van yet? Not only is the opposition between tragic because they’re close kin, it seems to be implied that there aren’t many Draconians left. Folken and Van are, like Denethor and Faramir, close to the last of their kind. By losing each other, they lose a lot of their chance to connect with what remains of that legacy. Folken dies shortly after he begins a path of reconciliation with Van, and Van must go on, honouring his legacy. Van must live on, not only struggling to understand that legacy, but also knowing that it may come to an end with him, or shortly after. This is all the more difficult because he must do so somewhat in secret (though his status as a hero and the fact that his Draconian ancestry may now be common knowledge might help him in this regard.)

#escaflowne #the vision of escaflowne #folken fanel #van fanel #It must be a lot for them!#They're haunted by Atlantis like Númenor haunts the Númenorians #but they can't even mourn openly

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rosietrace · 2 years ago

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Kiara Rhys

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“May your day be shrouded in fantasy, never to be consumed by endless winter.”

— Kiara Rhys

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General Information

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Full Name — Kiara Maya Rhys

↳ Kiara(妃星): The name Kiara is a variant of the name Ciara or Chiara. However, in Japanese, there are a variety of different ways to spell the name, and the popularity of the name depends on how its kanji is pronounced. ‘妃’ (Kisaki), meaning “Princess”. And ‘星’ (Hoshi), meaning “Star”.

↳ Maya(眞和): The name is a variant of Maia, and its origins depend entirely on one's culture. Much like ‘Kiara’, the kanji of the name — as well as its popularity and usage — depends on how said kanji is pronounced. ‘眞’ (Makoto), meaning ‘True, Truthful’. And ‘和’ (Wa), meaning ‘Sum, Calm, Peace, Harmony’.

↳ Rhys(リス): A name of Welsh origin, meaning ‘Enthusiastic’ or ‘Ardent’.

Japanese ver. — 妃星眞和リス

Romaji ver. — Kiara Maya Risu

(Partially) Twisted from: The Snow Queen

❐ — The Snow Queen (雪の女王/アンデルセン)

V/A(日本語): Takahashi Rie (高橋李依)

↳ Voices Ai Hoshino, Oshi No Ko

V/A(英語/EN): Erica Mendez

↳ Voices Kamisato Ayaka, Genshin Impact

Age: 16

Birthday: October 20th

Horoscope: Libra ♎

Species: Ice Nymph

Height: 165 cm

Hair color: Light Blue

Eye color: Sky Blue

Gender/Pronouns: Female, She/Her

Sexuality: Demisexual

Dominant hand: Right

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Homeland: Kingdom of Prophecy, Northern Region

『 Family:

Marquess Rhys — Father †

Marchioness Rhys — Mother †

Minami Rhys — Older Brother

Yona Von Monarch — Sister-in-law 』

Dormitory: Pomefiore

School Year: Second Year

Class: 2-C (seat no. 28)

Club: None

Best class(es): Practical Magic

Worst class(es): Broom Flying

Like(s): Studying, reading, honing her abilities, fencing, practicing social etiquette, spending time with her brother, mochi, the fan her brother gave her, Yona’s jewelry

Dislike(s): Blackmailing, constant teasing, belittlement, gossip, being talked behind her back, loneliness, death, being underestimated, failure

Hobbies: Fencing/Swordsmanship, reading, studying, dancing

Talent(s): Memorization, quick reflexes, practical magic, singing, dancing, sparring, swordsmanship

Flaw(s): People-pleasing, emotionally distant, clingy, codependent, self-imposing, stubborn-ish

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Kiara's a sweetheart! A very trusting and compassionate individual who's a little behind in terms of understanding most social cues.

She cherishes the people around her, especially people she considers close friends! And as much as it's hard for her to accept, Kiara will always be happy for every choice her friends make for themselves — even if they end up leaving her behind in the process.

As the younger sister to the Marquess Rhys, it's no surprise that there's an air of poise and precision in most of the things Kiara does. Most of the students in Pomefiore often say it's because Victoria was there to guide her growing up — being in-laws, after all.

Once Kiara has a goal in mind, there's very little a person can do that can deter her from it!... Most of the time.

Sweet as she can be, Kiara's had a long-standing issue of wanting to please everyone around her. If someone close to her had an opinion on something, she'd usually agree with them even if their opinion goes against her own.

This is especially a problem concerning how she handles situations where discipline is required. Many in Pomefiore think that the only bad thing about Kiara is that she's ‘too nice’, and lets people off too easily. Hell, even Kiara herself acknowledges that and does her best to move past that habit of hers.

But old habits die hard, your honor.

And with how much Kiara yearns for something long-lasting without being deceived… Situations like that usually don't end well.

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Unique Magic: Whirlwind Frost (旋風の霜)

❅ A variant of a hereditary ability that allows its user to create a whirlwind made entirely out of ice, and direct it to a specific direction.

This ability requires a great deal of magical energy from the user, and is — more or less — uncontrollable unless the user is using a specific object with a magestone inlaid on it.

❆ In Kiara's case, the object in question is the fan her brother gave her shortly after she manifested her unique magic.

Using her fan, Kiara can redirect the whirlwind to a specific direction; And only on the specific direction chosen by her.

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Thoughts on them

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“Impressive girl, she is. Compared to her less than tolerable in-law, Kiara's far less judgmental of my decisions as a housewarden. Perhaps too nonjudgmental.”

— Vil Schoenheit, housewarden of Pomefiore

“She’s a sweetheart, isn't she? My little sister's such an angel!! I don't understand how anyone could think negatively of her… Kiara's only doing the best she can, and as her older brother, I want the best for her. It's what Mother and Father would've wanted, as well.”

— Minami Rhys, Kiara's older brother

“... Endearing.”

— Victoria Shard, Kiara's in-law

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✑ Main Theme: Snow on the Beach by Taylor Swift (Ft. Lana Del Rey)

✑ Backstory: 『 Getting Frostbite 』

✑ OC Playlist: 『 TBA 』

༝ㅤ･ㅤ˚ㅤ。ㅤ.ㅤ⋆ㅤ꒷꒦꒷꒦ 　❆ ·. °　❅

❅ Kiara was one of the only people who knew about what Grimhilde had done to Victoria growing up.

↳ Due to certain circumstances, however, she was — and still is — unable to reveal what she knows, even after Grimhilde had died.

❆ Minami’s incredibly protective over her. Even the slightest mention of a significant other pushes Kiara's brother over the edge. She's lost count of how many times he's given her the ‘men are wolves’ speech.

❅ During ‘cousin karaoke nights’, Kiara would grimace every time it was Camilla's turn to sing. She's too nice to say anything to her fellow-in-law about her subpar singing abilities.

❆ Speaking of singing, there have been rumors going around that — other than dancing — Kiara's actually a wonderful singer! She's never actually confirmed this publicly, however.

❅ She's very supportive of her brother being married to Yona! Sure, it can get a little weird with how easily lovey-dovey the two of them are with one another, but Kiara's supporting them regardless and that's what matters!

❆ Kiara's basically been the surrogate older sibling for most of Mercury's life. It's why he trusts her so much.

❅ After hearing about what happened between Victoria and Pomefiore's previous housewarden, it's been getting hard for Kiara not to picture what could've been.

❆ Given how stubborn Kiara can be from time to time, it shouldn't be surprising that she's not gonna back down and holding herself back from someone underestimating her abilities as both a swordsman and a mage.

❅ She carries her fan with her at all times. With how uncontrollable Whirlwind Frost can get, it isn't all that surprising. It basically acts like a spelldrive for her!

❆ …. Can someone explain the tension surrounding Victoria and Malleus Draconia, Kiara's getting the impression that this sort of tension shouldn't be there-

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Kiara's tags

#kiara rhys • #『 kiara ❄️ 』

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#twistedwonderland #twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst #ツイステ #ツイステッドワンダーランド #twisted wonderland oc #twst oc #twst ocs #friends' ocs #mutuals oc #kiara rhys #『 kiara ❄️ 』#pomefiore #pomefiore oc

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doevademe · 2 years ago

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So, this is my old edgy notebook where I kept record of all my old OCs and the story they were a part of. As you can probably tell by the chipped corner and the missing red gem in the center, it has lived through a bit of abuse, though younger me tried his best to keep it in as pristine a condition as he could.

For posterity's sake, I'll write down the setting of my old story here. It was written between 2008-2010 so there's a lot of YA lit/pop culture from the early 2000's that influenced this story. Since a lot of the OCs will be reused for Cycle of Death, I'll keep their names secret for now.

So, the story took place in a fantasy land that used to be ruled by 6 gods with a physical form. There were legends of a seventh god, a god of evil, who had tried rising against the others, and been sealed away millennia ago. In this world, humans have a super power that reflects their personality or core beliefs, and begins manifesting at around 5 years old.

60 years before the story starts, the Seventh god was discovered by a teen with psychic empathy, sealed in a piece of quartz. The two of them merge into a being now known as Roke, who stages a coup and takes over the Holy Kingdom, where four of the gods reside and guide the human monarchs.

These gods are turned into precious stones, just like the seventh god was, and Roke raises his crystal armies, brainwashed humans who follow him and can "infect" others like a zombie army.

Only two people managed to escape the castle. The young princess and her appointed knight. The knight also takes the crown, and his last action before disappearing is crowning the princess, and telling her their priority is not Roke, but the people.

60 years later, in the present, The elderly Queen is the leader of the resistance against Roke and the Crystal Armies, having managed to retrieve two of the stones where the gods are sealed. Her granddaughter is one of my protagonists, who during a scouting mission with her childhood friend, finds a subterranean society filled with refugees, where they find the knight, who's power is revealed to be eternal youth. Even with this power, the years haven't been kind to him, becoming cold and despondent.

The story follows the knight, the Queen's granddaughter (she refuses to be called a princess, until the kingdom is free) and two others, as they adventure to find a way to stop Roke, gather all the remaining gods, and help the knight get back his will to live.

#my writing #from almost 15 years ago #there's a lot more regarding characters and motivations #but it would spoil Cycle of Death #so it's enough for now #I'll come back to this later #for myself if for no one else #things nobody cares about #OC stuff

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northern-passage · 4 years ago

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I don't want to rehash old news, but I need to say this and others need to hear it. I am so tired of people demanding IFs to be more of the same! This and that choices, this and that characters. It is INTERACTIVE FICTION. nowhere does it say that every game is a self-insert (which is an issue on its own). if you're playing a predetermined person who you can guide... It is STILL interactive fiction!! Driving me crazy. and to end it nicely; One of the best IFs ever! Love love love

yeahhh no i totally agree. no shade towards cog here but they have a very basic formula pretty much every one of their very popular games follow and bc cog sort of has this...iron grip on the IF genre due to being so mainstream, like on the app store and on steam, people think this is like.... the end all be all of interactive fiction and people compare Everything to the same three games over and over again.

and it’s not the end all be all at ALL there is SO much more interactive fiction out there. i actually got into IF on itch.io, and in the beginning i only read visual novels because i’m a child and love looking at pretty pictures. i do think the fact that i found IF this way and not through cog has been what’s influenced my style and the way i approach IF. i didn’t start reading cog until last summer, and honestly i prefer most of the wips i’ve read over actual published content. that’s what pushed me to write my own. and it sucks that cog won’t share choicescript bc it’s SUCH a good starting coding language, it’s so accessible and easy to learn.

and i’ve said before i’m just not interested in writing a flat, blank slate character. that’s SO boring for me as a writer and i also don’t like it as a reader.

i think seeing how your decisions change a character is so much more interesting than just having a generic, over-powered, essentially faceless character. now, i DO know why people enjoy that - we all love a good self-insert from time to time - but i really wish readers would break out of this mold cog has made.

itch.io can be a little overwhelming at first, but honestly it has a really nice tag and filter system (which is critical bc itch.io DOES have a lot of nsfw, though i’ve never had any issue w the safe filter on) to find stuff you like. also, if there’s an author you follow who has work on itch.io chances are they have favorites themselves listed on their profile, or will give out recs if you ask. in fact, i’ll list some of my recs right now:

we know the devil - one of the first VNs i bought and read. if you enjoy this one, def check out pillowfight’s other work

lookouts - one of my favorite short pieces.

lake of voices - a lot of people are familiar with Our Life, by GBpatch, but i absolutely love lake of voices. voiced characters, a little bit of angsty romance, death, and horror...mwah

love is strange - a CLASSIC. i played this before i even played life is strange. so imo you don’t even need to be that familiar with the original game it’s based on.

ebon light - i watched this game come to life while i followed the author’s process and saw how much love and time was put into it and i just can’t not recommend it. a dark fantasy game w romance and politics

a mortician’s tale - very different. a game about death. i’m a big fan of the order of the good death, and i actually got this game for free at some point, but it made me feel. emotions.

contrition - this one is so good. put on head phones, turn out the lights. great use of sound and music and just really good atmosphere.

cowgirl boots - love love love this one. more of a narrative than IF but it’s short and you should read it anyways. makes me feel warm and fuzzy.

is it that deep, bro? - another one that stuck with me for a while.

what girls do in the dark - this one takes me back to the old school text adventure games, but with a twist. found this one through john wolfe’s HQ residential house game jam and really enjoyed it.

the shadows that run alongside our car - another short conversational story. stuck with me for a while after i played it.

a tale of crowns - a chapter by chapter tale where you are the long awaited crown. really enjoy this one, very refreshing to read fantasy written like this. love the setting and the characters

crosshollow - multiple games, sort of like an anthology, all sharing the same setting. surreal and emotional

heartforge - some of you may already be familiar with heartforge, having started in choicescript then moved to twine. multiple games, all very different, all very good

the eight years revolution - full transparency, i’m friends with this author and we talk frequently. set over a span of eight years, you are starting out as a sheltered and naive royal, a young monarch running from a rebellion...

wayfarer - a fantasy game where you play as a wayfarer, with lots of customization options and a very interesting story

love & friendship - another author i am friends with and talk with often. love the humor in this game and the take on the regency genre.

scout - one of my all time favorites. set in an apocalyptic future, you are a scout from a small community, frequently running missions for supplies and information..

there’s this girl - whew. a short one, but emotional. this creator has quite a few works on itch.io, though some of them tend to lean towards the heavy, emotional side. recommend though if that’s something you’re looking for.

emily is away - again, one of the first IF games i played. it’s been years but it’s one that stuck with me. i think it’s worth mentioning simply to show what IF games can be like

birdland - genuinely think this is the first IF game i ever played. i have a soft spot for it because of that, as well as the story itself, which meant a lot to me when i first read it.

whew! i am certain i am forgetting some games and will curse myself later, but this is getting to be a bit long. i really encourage yall to just click around on itch.io in the interactive fiction/visual novel tag and see if you can find something you like. there is SO much out there...

#i read a lot of games yall LOL #other games #ask #anonymous

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persephoneyss · 4 years ago

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Bad Movie.

Pairing: Jung Hoseok x f! Reader. Ft. Jungkook.

Genre: Yandere, dark themes, angst, gore a little.

Summary: ❝Looking for the person you love, beautiful woman.❞

Warnings: Yandere behavior, obsession, harassment / stalking, humiliation, forced marriage, non-sexual intercourse, abuse of power, implicit murder, drug use naming, minor past master / pet relationships, secondary character abduction, ugly hallucinating hoseok , beatings, blood, photos depicting abuse, mistreatment and death, bribery, sexism and humiliation (directly aimed at female prostitutes), hoseok mistreats and humiliates jk, awkward marriage proposals, use namjoon as a secondary character because it hurts more:(, etc.

Number of words: 6000+

︙Author's Note: This is my longest fic so far, I think. It took a lot for me to do it, especially since I didn't have a clear idea about the whole plot that would take and the role that each character would develop. So if you see Jungkook in a kind of strange character, blame my mind for including him almost last. Also, I hate Hoseok in this fic. Namjoon angel and fallen soldier, by the way let me know if they cried with his death, it hurt me to write it. Thank you very much for the 200 notes in my previous fic, I'm crying.

Read the Warnings well and enjoy!

(Sorry for any mistakes, my first language is not English and I am not fluent either.)

Puedes leer este fic y más aquí en español.

Confidence, a beautiful and treacherous feeling at times.

Feeling superior is a constant whisper of the ego within you, calling to be released and make others feel as what they really are, despicable and useless trash. It was fun laughing at losers when you haven't had that sense of defeat yet.

Hoseok fervently watched his rivals fall at his feet, laughing at his incompetence and stomping even more pathetic defeated form even though they were already dead in tears of pain. He smiled, he always did when he felt invincible and He bit his lip gently to hold back an excited laugh.

No one could be compared to him, and in his high sense of power he could never be alert when he struck him with a blast of vengeance.

It was you.

His eyes stared at you in horror and anger, his ego inside him hated you from the first moment. Because while despicable, he loved you for much more than his pride and winning sense.

He fell at your feet but he never made you notice it, behaving as he normally would around you even though he was always behind you.

Luck was her greatest ally, he always smiled at her and she helped him. It was fun to play with your opponents pretending to be the victim, the cornered mouse and then smash everyone with a snap of your fingers.

His mother looked at him with love and his father with pride, he was the only and favorite son of the Jung family. His success was never derived from love, much less, it was blasphemy in his family to say something so false and impossible.

Hoseok admired his family when they met in the great message of his parents' house, his grandparents smiled and his relatives brought out their most exquisite stories to entertain. They were all crows pretending to show interest in a prestigious place in the will of the family's monarch, his grandfather.

It was at one of those dinners that he got to meet you, he used to get bored of hearing his cousins tell their anecdotes with prostitute women who mostly called, whores of a night. Mocking their shocked faces when they refused to pay them and threw them out of their big luxurious houses.

He rolled his eyes when a family friend, little Jungkook who was known to his father because of his prestige in his last name, chimed in trying to get into the conversation with a shy smile.

Lucky bastard, he thought bitterly. He didn't like the little idiot sticking his hands in boiling water, he wasn't even supposed to be there.

He hummed a goodbye as he walked out the front doors, walking aimlessly to his bored eyes. His feet stopped abruptly with a strangled sigh when he first saw you, you looked tired as you apparently searched for a key inside your bag. Could visualize the logo on your shirt from the grocery store where he assumed you were employed, He stood looking for what seemed like an eternity at you before you find the keys and rush through the back door. He snorted before lazily continuing on his way, however the next day he ended up following in your footsteps again and with even more confidence.

It took a few weeks for him to be able to enter the small commerce store and be able to look you face to face for the first time, it was expected that you would serve him with a smile asking if he was offered something. But he did not see you anywhere, he looked for you before another equally young woman approached him kindly, he sighed making a face of disgust surprising the she worker, his expensive shoes got dirty on the floors of the humble place with shame. His little investigation and search took him through many corridors of the establishment, he observed the shelves and each person who seemed to be wearing the uniform of the store thinking of finding you distracted with your work, maybe he thought of approaching you and asking for directions which he clearly didn't need. Knowing that she you couldn't refuse because that was your job. In a way, you were there to serve him.

He let out a bored sigh, tired of playing hide and seek, he turned around ready to leave that place that disgusted him so much in a certain way, but once again he stopped in an instant. It was a moan. He clenched his fists, walking hurriedly to the place where the noise came from, he was sure it was your voice and that made him even more angry thinking that he would find you in a compromising position with someone.

He did not think that his lover would be such a stupid and dirty person.

You were crouched on the floor, grimacing with pain and exhaustion. You seemed very annoyed trying to lift a box with your arms, the scene was tender and certainly pathetic, she smiled noticing that you were so distracted that you were never aware of how I was watching you with carnal desire and painfully bad adoration.

"I-can I help you." He was surprised at his little babble, justifying himself later. Nobody ever managed to make him nervous, his father used to despise weak people and certainly he always sought his approval by doing things that were not correct. "They seem heavy."

Your face pale before the scare, turning into a face of shame quickly, you shook your head with a gentle movement, smiling still pained. "I'm fine sir. Can I help you? Maybe he got lost, let me guide-..."

"Actually, I do need help but not with your services." I speak in disagreement, you seemed confused but she nodded at his request. The customer is always right, right? How convenient. "I need you to allow me to help you with that heavy box, not to be rude or calling you weak miss, but you can't seem to handle it."

Lie, under his politically correct excuse was a dialogue about how insufficient you are even with things as easy and common as carrying a box, obviously you needed his help and Hoseok could give you that and more, much more. You just had to say it, it was so simple and fun.

"I -... I can do it, but i will accept your help sir ..." He smiled making an emphasis for he to give him his name, he let out a small laugh finishing his sentence.

“Hoseok, you can call me Hoseok, darling..." He mock imitating his position, your name left your lips like a melody and he immediately felt the sweet taste of it slide down his tongue. Beautifully perfect, indeed. "Now that we can finish the introductions please allow me."

Her expensive outfit crumpled as she bent down to lift the box with ease, you were once again oblivious to her incoherent and certainly crazy fantasies, it was like a romance comedy movie in her eyes. The charming fellow always stays with the girl. And likewise, no one could go against the fictional plot.

He was immersed in the beautiful narrative that you would be hers at the end of the credits.

It was not the last time she saw you, she returned to her same routine of continuing to stalk you with obvious impudence. The only thing that really changed was her new setting and her character, he was hiding between the shelves waiting for the right moment to appear in front of you with a charming smile. Over and over, he was locked in an infinite loop.

He was starting to get tired of just having you in his arms and sheets just in his heavy and lustful dreams.

"A date? How funny Hoseok."

His face twisted in annoyance, but he put on a fake smile again when you looked at him again. "Hobi." He corrected in a high-pitched voice, insisting that you call him that. "And she spoke very seriously my dear, everything is ready."

"Eh ... I -..." A simple wave of her hands was enough to shut you up, you frown in confusion and secretly disgusted.

"On Saturday, I'll send you the address of the restaurant. Goodbye, dear!"

You watch it for a few seconds but he's already gone, you resign yourself to continuing with your work of ordering the products on the shelves. Thinking and trying to remember when you gave him your number. A very characteristic noise distracts you, a call makes you smile with love and adoration.

The plot is taking an interesting turn.

Hoseok was charming by nature, his economic position made him even more desirable to the opposite gender and even his own. It was not strange to see people flirting with him or being suggestive with his proposals, he was on a pedestal and he enjoyed it. His subconscious whispered a little bored. I couldn't deny that he became boring in a way, but you appeared in the story as an extra who soon became a main character. You changed the script of his life already established and narrated.

You were so funny.

He smiled in front of the mirror when he thought of you, since he met you that day he started chatting with you secretly from your supervisor. You had told him several anecdotes to make him laugh, you were also naturally charming pulling out various expressions of adoration that you did not even notice. Oblivious to that, you'd better get ready for the climax of the movie.

The wind was strong in the streets of Seoul, your hair was noticeably messy causing you to let out a tired sigh. You should be planning your wedding banquet right now, but you honestly didn't want to leave Hoseok alone at the dinner he had organized. You put the invitation in your bag, thinking of giving it to her when the time was right with a smile. He seemed like a good person and undoubtedly a good friend in the future.

"You're on time, I was just about to order our food. Honey." The last word slid down his tongue with malice and arrogance, Hoseok inwardly chuckling at your disengaged expression.

"Thanks, but don't stop you can order for both." You say arranging your chair correctly.

The restaurant looked relatively empty, there were only three other people including a couple who ate dinner while chatting enthusiastically.

You smile unconsciously, thinking about what would also make you feel the same way.

"I was looking forward to this dinner, my dear. I also hoped I could tell you how much you have captivated me for a long time, specifically since the first day I saw you." And the others too, he thought shifting your posture.

"Thank you, I'm very flattered to cause that feeling ... in, good in you." You whisper clearly uncomfortable forcing yourself to stay calm. You were sure that you had never given a hint or anything else in Hoseok to establish romantic feelings. "But I-... "

"I know, darling. That is why I have to offer you the opportunity to be my girlfriend and my future wife."

Wife?

For a moment, you feel a rush through your body. You refuse to make a scene in front of all the few people present out of respect, you calm down by counting to ten slowly in your head, but it becomes very difficult for you as you continue to observe his comfortable smile and how he behaves. He seemed very sure of the affirmative respect you would give him, you snort angrily at the thought.

"I am sorry to have been misunderstood Mr. Hoseok, but I am not seeking a relationship with you and very sorry I reject any relationship beyond friendship." Your body lifts up, making Hoseok laugh well in advance of your final sentences. "I am engaged and my future husband is waiting for me, good afternoon."

Trembling, you leave the invitation in silence, leaving the luxurious premises in the same way. The waiters watching you with surprise, being an audience of rejection and humiliation on your part. Hoseok sighs, sipping his wine glass patiently pretending not to hear what the couple behind him are saying.

What a bad luck.

Life wanted to want to return all his damn vanity to him, making fun of him with your almost imminent rejection, obviously he knew that you were engaged and that you loved the poor man who had the bad luck to be his competition, but love is not always the important thing in a relationship or at least not of both parties. The voices of the waiters and the couple distract him from his plans for his next step, he clenches his fists angrily dropping the silverware on the plate calling the attention of everyone in the place.

"Filthy vulgar and talkative people, she will be my wife even if her words have been heard by her prying ears." He raised his voice, causing everyone to shut up. "It's just part of the script."

Maybe if the character who wanted to be the main loses the role of him, he should be the villain. The bad guy in the movie.

He read the invitation with meticulous delicacy, laughing at the little message you put aside. He thought about attending for a second, wondering if it would be nice to walk in to go straight to the altar and shoot your husband willing to take his place by your side. But that would be risky.

"Where are we going, sir?" He asked his driver with a smile.

"Take me to the best brothel in Seoul." He whispered delicately, smiling just as happily as before your rejection. I'd make you pay double the bill for your indulgence.

And likewise, the world is a truly small place. Jungkook nodded clearly uncomfortable obeying someone other than Mr. Jung. Hoseok cornered him like a helpless rabbit in the claws of a cunning fox, flashing his jaw in warning. He felt confused about his little assigned task, watching the direction pointing the right way to his chauffeur who only followed orders.

A small feeling of remorse ran through him, making him want to vomit when he remembered how Hoseok's face was so close to his with arrogance, as his hands roamed his arms gently. He was disgusting how he used his power to such a useless and demanding gain, sometimes without any realism.

"Little Jungkook, you have a very lovely name. I'm sorry I didn't tell you before, you were so insignificant that you seemed pathetic to me." He whispered making her wince. "My father told me that you are good at obeying, I would like to test his theory." His cold hands were constantly running down his arms, making a shiver run through his body. "Still remembering well, I already did it before."

Jungkook was weak under his cloak of power, where he could so easily hide it. Lose it. "Yes, h-hyung." An inappropriate moan came from his lips causing him to cover her mouth in shame, a little touch near his crotch was enough to tempt him. Hoseok smirked, narrowing his eyes before walking away slowly wiping his fingers on his expensive clothes in disgust.

"I want you to befriend someone, don't ask, just do it. I'll tell you your next step when you're done." He ordered bored.

"We are here, young Jeon." Notice Jimin with a smile, Jungkook sighed wearily thanking him before getting out of the car ready to fulfill his mission.

I observe him for a few seconds standing in the entrance without doing anything, he was cleaning the windows of the building with force. He seemed like a nice person, certainly a bit humble. He approached making the man bow respectfully, even though he was older. Money can buy everything, they say.

"I am young Jeon, a new investor. May I have a chat with you?"

The man was surprised, no one who was someone by name and a few numbers along with several zeros would be able to notice his presence and at least greet him. A coffee sounded more intimate and undoubtedly inconvenient for him, but again out of respect he accepted the offer with a smile adorning his features.

"My name is Jungkook informally, but I like you and you can call me that." He spoke kindly.

"Namjoon, Mr. Je -... I'm sorry, Jungkook." He corrected sheepishly, making her smile.

He still didn't understand that he planned to do Hoseok with a building cleaner, but he didn't feel in a position worth asking. Furthermore, he would still not receive an honest answer.

He passed by the same place every day, pretending to enter the building only so he could meet Mr. Kim and talk about unimportant subjects. He gained his trust almost immediately, promising that he would give her a better job soon at his own company. He felt like an idiot taking advantage of the man in front of him in such a way for a simple whim from Hoseok.

He was an idiot, but he didn't want to go back to what he was before. A pet.

"I'm very happy, I think she will make a good wife." He responded with encouragement, seeing how Namjoon nodded looking for a picture of his fiancée to show him. He seemed excited, Jungkook understood his happiness after he explained that he saved for a long time to achieve his dream of getting married in a church. They were both in it together, in looking for a future.

He got lost in his thoughts, maybe if he lied to Hoseok about gaining trust from him, saying that Namjoon was a very cold and quiet man, he could make him forget about it. He sighed squeezing the coffee cup in his hands, Namjoon caught his attention by showing a photo of you smiling at the camera with a background of the bridge and the sun behind making a beautiful background.

Jungkook became alert, having seen that face before.

Hoseok had you as the wallpaper on his phone, he knew it was you because of your characteristic features and the scarf you wore in both photos. You were the new fad of a rich fool.

"T-is ... She's so cute, you're very lucky."

Namjoon nodded with a smile, apologizing before returning to his work upon being called by his supervisor. Jungkook put aside his cup feeling the bitter taste of his thoughts, Hoseok was planning something, he knew he was a son of a bitch who liked to keep his plans under lock and key and in a deep grave. He walked away calling for Jimin quickly, before being accosted by Namjoon who came running over, seemingly forgetting something of the utmost importance.

"I apologized Mr. Jeon, but I wanted to give you this personally. It is an invitation, in addition to the proposal to be the best man at our wedding. My fiancee said that it would be appropriate for me to choose someone and I decided that you were perfect, you can decline if you prefer. . " He spoke kindly, as always. Namjoon seemed to have no hatred in his heart, making his own feel heavy on his chest.

Could he bear the blame?

"It's my pleasure to accept her proposal, thank you for considering me. Good afternoon, namjoon-hyung."

He said goodbye by getting into the car as fast as he could, making Jimin look at him with derision. Obviously noticing his nervousness, Jungkook sighed hiding the invitation as much as he could before reading Hoseok's message ordering him to go to his house to sort out his affairs.

It seemed like a joke as he always looked so flawless, ready to humiliate him again.

"Jungkookie, I'm glad to see you again. Now, we'd better come in for our talk." He smiled making anger grow inside him, Hoseok sat on one of his expensive furniture before pouring himself a glass of wine. "Well, I heard from a little bird that you accomplished your task. Good pet."

"Don't call me that, hyung." He grunted in annoyance, making him laugh. "I can't go through with this, I did what you wanted. Leave Namjoon-hyung alone."

"Oh, they're close now really cute. But you forget that I can't fulfill your wish, because "Namjoon-hyung " is an essential piece in my little game." I speak mocking him as always. "Then we will move on to the next step ..." He thinking for a moment, before snapping his fingers. "Invite him to a bachelor party night at the brothel in the center, I already made the reservation. When they are there, leave him alone. A whore will take care of him properly, and maybe you can go make him a oral another yourself." He sneered evilly, reminding her of his past, Jungkook bit his tongue resisting the urge to respond properly. "Since you're clearly good at it, little pet."

"Yes, hyung."

Hoseok nodded saying for him to leave asap, tired of seeing his stupid face. He got up ready to do so, but his arm was taken tightly before bringing his face closer to hers, Hoseok let out a sigh, doing he could smell his breath of mint and wine combined. His hand lowered him into his pockets dangerously close to his crotch, he bit his lower lip to resist a moan escaping him, this had happened before and he begged it to stop forever. From his pocket, she pulled the invitation out, making her gasp in horror.

"Godfather of wedding, new facet of you... kookie." Rolling he eyes pushing him away from him, he fell to the ground before being met by a blow to his cheek. "What a shitty pet, you idiot."

Two days was enough for you to tremble at the thought. Your dress was proud to be seen, it was the most comfortable dress you could find at a fair price. Namjoon tried to enter but he was stopped by your friend who said that he will wait until you keep the dress out of his sight avoiding bad luck. A smile wavered on your face, everything was perfect up to a point.

Namjoon looked at you, a blush covering his cheeks before asking his obvious question. You didn't expect him to want a bachelor party, but you couldn't refuse because you simply trusted him.

Maybe it was your mistake.

You wished him luck, feeling an inexplicable emptiness. Your friends didn't offer to make one for you, they just sat on the couch in their living room talking about movies and arguing about what color the cake would be. It was the calm before the storm.

Jungkook felt a giant headache, the lights of the place were making him dizzy. Jimin had insisted on going with him to such an 'unusual' place to keep him safe. Namjoon had brought a couple of friends who seemed to be always close to him preventing the woman who did the job Hoseok had him do from becoming difficult.

He smiled, thinking that he would have no choice but to let it go. But Hoseok was not a good loser, and neither was he a good winner.

Hoseok:

He distracts his friends, and be careful what you say, kookie.

Received at 11:30 p.m.

He bit his lip, glancing around the bar, thinking he'd find him sitting somewhere spying on everything but nothing looked suspicious. He sighed, sending Jimin out for drinks with one of Namjoon's friends who he gladly accepted. He got up having pushed one away, the other who introduced himself as Jackson seemed more reluctant to leave his friend alone but with a few excuses about feeling bad managed to get him out of sight.

Believed that he would find Namjoon sitting right where he was before but no, he was gone. He felt a burning feeling of guilt, maybe if you didn't find out, nothing would happen.

"You're still the same as before, boss." Jimin sat down next to him, making him uncomfortable.

"Same as before? I am no longer a child."

"But you continue to obey as one. The manipulation they use on you is your greatest weakness, you are afraid, you obey without hesitation thinking about how this will indirectly affect you. But you never do anything to avoid it, you feel bad about this but you still sit here without doing nothing."

"What can I do, Jimin? I don't know if he really left by his will, or if they forced him. I don't want to enter a room in this dirty place and see him sleeping with another woman, because he wanted to and is a fucking infidel . "

Jimin ignored his words, falling silent after several seconds.

Feeling unhappy is a horrible feeling without a doubt. The curious eyes looked at you as if they themselves could judge your story.

Namjoon disappeared as quickly as the wind, many sharp tongues said that he eloped with a lover so as not to marry you. Others believed it was a kidnapping, maybe a robbery gone wrong and he was taken away or he was killed somewhere far away. A sob escaped you just thinking about it, the detective in front of you watched you cautiously.

"We don't know anything about him yet, but we will continue with the investigations."

You nod, without saying a word. Jungkook came in minutes later with a handkerchief in hand, he observed you before gently hugging you. You had the pleasure of meeting him after Namjoon disappeared that night, he introduced himself as a close friend from work and quickly offered to help you with the search.

Maybe he felt guilt.

"Thanks, Jungkook." You smile wiping the tears that escape from your eyes.

"They are looking for the best they can, they even alerted the Japanese embassies in case they might take him there."

"Japan?" Puzzled questions. "Why would someone take him so far? He's just a man with little money, that's ridiculous."

"We don't know, but I promise I won't rest until I find it."

Hoseok sighs bored, witnessing the moment. He had been bribing the bloody police force to hide the information from you about the discovery of your fiancé's corpse floating in the middle of the waters of the river where they used to go together. The only thing that was removed intact from his clothes was a small photo of you smiling, sitting on the banks of the same river.

The police mourned the death, but his faces left grief when they saw the money in his hands. He made fun of Jungkook as usual, who passed by him ignoring him when he went to his house to talk to his father, he knew that the useless little one was very meddlesome in the search for your future husband and ex-fiance. He rolled her eyes remembering how she used to look at him with discontent in meetings, suspicious of him.

He was a good detective, he couldn't deny the obvious.

"You didn't have to do this, a I'm sorry was enough." You say admiring all the bouquets of flowers that came to your house from him. "And I'm sorry for your loss."

He wasn't sorry.

"My dear, losing a loved one is something without a name. I can give you more than this if you promise to smile again, I love your smiles."

Jungkook snorts approaching you from behind, Hoseok to growl at noticing him so close and see how he puts his hand on your shoulder, apparently like support.

"Hyung, he didn't think it's a good time for ... That."

"But little kook, when is not a good time to express how you feel about your loved one?"

"When that person you say you love is crying over the loss of someone special because of evil people who don't know what remorse is. Do you understand that, hyung?"

"No, not really." He laughs cynically making you lose your patience, your little body comes between the two men, with one already furious and the other inadvertently giving up, you make a face of annoyance before speaking.

"Sirs!" You yell at him immediately, Jungkook steps back adjusting his tie. A mania that he had and that you noticed when he presented himself in front of you with regret, he did it when he was uncomfortable or nervous. "This is not the time to argue, I think you'd better leave my house if you're just wasting your time. Thanks for the flowers Hoseok, and Jungkook ... I, I want to continue the investigation on my own."

"That?!"

"What you heard, don't feel responsible for Namj's disappearance -..." You tremble correcting your words, making Hoseok scoff. "My husband, he was just at the wrong time in the wrong place. Thanks for your help, I'll see how to pay you very soon." Jungkook denies trying to insist but fails when you are already closing the door and giving him an apologetic smile.

Your breath feels heavy, you sigh falling to the ground sobbing again. You wanted to find Namjoon, but a large part of you was afraid of how. Dead, with another woman, with serious injuries or simply ... Alive but with trauma for life. You did not want to see him suffer, it was your judgment in life to see the person you love cry in his pain.

You observe yourself, telling yourself that you would be fine when you find it.

Your email seems to explode with thousands of messages received from people claiming to have seen a man like Namjoon near their homes. You ignore them knowing that most of them were false, the first few days you read all of them giving the police false clues that they quickly denied and dismissed.

You dry your tears, closing all the windows and cooking a simple instant soup, eating in absolute silence. It was overwhelming feeling alone at home, where you were supposed to feel safe indoors.

The rain, thunder, and evil outside seemed to be invisible within that place.

A chill runs through you, the control of the television seemed tempting to calm that neat silence and avoid your boredom. You give up turning on the TV, you see the first channel, you keep changing looking for the unknown, you didn't know what you wanted to see. Maybe a newscast saying they found a tall man with dark brown hair and charming eyes unconscious, with a couple of blows to the face and a few scratches but okay, safe, alive and waiting to see your face waiting for him with a warm smile.

Swearing never ever to let go.

A couple of tears slide down your cheek, ruining your fast food. A few knocks on the door manage to scare you, causing you to bite your lip in anger.

"Who is?!" Questions in a shout.

Nothing.

"It better be good ..." You say in muttered, you open the door expecting to see a child running to his house laughing at his childish joke.

But no, there is no one at the door. Just a small envelope that easily slipped underneath, you take it hoping it's a letter from the police announcing good news. Maybe a simple identification of suspicious faces, or footprints at the club.

"I hate being the bad guy, it makes me feel good.

He's dead, I did it for you. For me. For us. I want to make you happy but it's so difficult when I don't know what you want, tell me what you want.

Love you. Love you. Love you.

My heart is so weak in your cold eyes, I feel that you look at me with ignorance of my feelings. Do you want to find it? Do you want to do it?! Okay. Good luck with it. "

It was everything, plus a picture of a golden ring with a large diamond shining brightly. You wrinkle the letter in anger, tossing it into the first bin you found nearby. It seems that in the end, someone did want to joke with you.

Your days remained the same, you went out to work and in the afternoons you called each of the investigators to ask for new news, it was almost always a solid wall, there was nothing really important to report and little by little, they gave up.

Jungkook knocked on the door, he heard some footsteps approaching making him have a little hope. But when the door opened he saw you with a worried face, he felt his heart squeeze in his chest when he tried to get closer but you avoid him by leaving in a hurry. You were dressed in a long black skirt and a white blouse, you were elegantly ready for something.

"Where are you going?" He ask stopping your hurried pace, taking your arm tightly.

"Yo, listen... He... Or her, I don't know who it is but ... You know, he or her know where, he's alive I know. I just don't have time, please."

Your mouth moves wiht fear, you were hiding something but not from him. You were willing to tell him but not now. Not at that time.

"Let me accompany you, I can take you and I will feel better if you are safe."

You nod, letting go of his grip and running down the stairs, outside there is a very elegant car, apparently waiting. The driver smiles at you as if he had known you before, you make an uncomfortable face trying to continue on your way but Jungkook introduces him saying that he works for him.

"Jimin, he's Jimin. He's a good person and a great friend, I've told him about you before."

"I see, sorry." You speak with a bow before climbing to the back, Jimin just smiles kindly, as always.

"Where are we going today?" He asks animatedly, Jungkook takes your hand for support making Jimin remove the smile from him. Your nervous state and your afflicted face are enough for him to understand the situation.

You give him an address, Jimin searches the map being unknown to the place. Your eyes sparkle when the lights of Seoul are reflected in them, Jungkook holds your hand tightly in fear of letting you go again. He felt sick when you stopped calling him, cutting connections with him totally to this day. He spend sleepless nights looking for more clues, the only thing I had until that moment was the identity of the woman, she was a prostitute without anything special, when he spoke with her he seemed indifferent saying that he did not know Namjoon and that the last time he saw him It was when he drugged him and left him in a room as ordered.

The whore made fun of him saying that he would give him this information if he did not tell the police anything, he obviously accepted. Now he repented, the woman disappeared after that and days later she was found in a garbage container. It seemed to be a suicide, the container was from her building, the window of her old apartment faced just where she was supposed to fall if she threw herself without thinking twice.

Right in the garbage.

The wheels of the car made a thud when it stopped, it was a cabin, the only one nearby. You came down quickly thanking Jimin who just made a flirty face. Your hands trembled with the cold, you look at the letter that tells you where and when you should be standing at the door.

"Wait for me here, if we don't go out or you hear noises, you know who to call."

"Yes sir!" Jimin obeys with a laugh at the boss's serious tone of him.

"Y-you should go, I can do this alone." Your voice rises in the echo of the silent place, Jungkook rolls his eyes before offering his arm to you, making his decision clear.

You laugh calming your nerves, the door opens just as you both step close to it. A man stops them, saying that only you can enter the next room. You stop Jungkook who was to protest, you calm him down by leaving your ring in his hands with a smile.

Your body disappears when another man closes the door silently, Jungkook sighs looking annoyed at the guards who ignore him.

A message coming to his phone distracts him for a few seconds.

Jimin:

Should I call the police, Mr. Jung, or the hospital?

Received at 9:35 p.m.

Smile ready to answer before hearing the door open again, he approaching you to ask everything and at the same time nothing. Your pale face is enough to make want to hit the person who was inside with you. Questions remain in the air, your arms surround him while you sob for forgiveness.

From the shadows Hoseok smiles, admiring the document in his hand, your signature shiny as gold is glued to it. He thought it would be more difficult to convince you to accept his marriage proposal, but the precious and expensive ring fit you perfectly. He raised his hand proudly admiring his own, the wedding would be planned as soon as possible making him jump like a happy child.

You had accepted, with the promise that he would bring you back to Namjoon.

But it was never specified in the contract that he would be alive.

The wedding was in a meadow, outdoors with distinguished guests and a few friends and family of yours. Hoseok greeted everyone, by taking your hand tightly introducing you as his wife immediately. It's as if he wants to show everyone that you now belong to him, as if you were a prize.

And maybe if you gave him the key to her success.

"You better smile my dear, nobody wants to know what will happen if you don't." Her lips brushed your hand before placing a chaste kiss on it. "I love you, my beautiful protagonist."

You sob, tears falling from your face as you melt into his disgusting caresses. The man in front of you, your un-predestined husband. The one who stole the position of your true love, he was kissing you delicately.

"Don't cry, decorate the room just the way you wanted. The photos were a special touch ..." His teeth bit into the sensitive skin of your neck, an involuntary groan of pain escaping. "Love you."

Your eyes move desperately to find a photo where the beaten, abused or dead body of Namjoon cannot be seen. You scream when you find one where you see blood everywhere, you are resigned to look down at the ground where Hoseok was crouching kissing the inside of your thighs.

Your mind tried to process the idea that Namjoon had been killed, mutilated and thrown into a river that washed away his body along with happy memories. Farewell to him was prolonged as your body faded in pain.

Hoseok enjoyed the sight of your eyes tightly closed, his cock throbbing inside you as she fucked you like his wife.

The head of the bed moved crashing into the wall, and unconsciously your walls tightened around it causing it to release a curse aloft to the sky.

We got to the end of the movie, smiled as he dazzled the credits by seeing Jungkook's lost name. His little bitch who was his toy for many years, laughed remembering how she did wonders with her mouth.

He pretended not to know him when her father introduced him, taunting her hurt face.

He held you in his arms tightly, you had been struggling to free yourself from his grip as he continued to abuse you over-stimulating your pussy. Your eyes closed falling asleep from crying so much.

He caressed your face, kissing your dry, chapped lips.

The end.

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Hi, can you explain to me about king/queen, regnant, regency, and lines of succession? If my queen character dies does her husband, the king, keep ruling or does their child son really become king? TIA

“King” Doesn’t Mean “Husband of the Queen...”

I’m so glad you asked, Anon, because this is something that drives me crazy in a lot of YA fantasy.

Monarchy vs Coregency

Kings and queens (and the various alternative titles in other languages and cultures) are functions of monarchy, “mono” (or “one”) being the operative word there. In other words, most monarchs do not share power with their spouses. There are certainly examples of co-ruling (or coregent) kings and queens in history, but they’re very rare.

Kings Regnant & Queens Consort

Kings are almost always regnant, meaning that they are the one with the power. The wife of a king regnant is almost always considered a “queen consort” meaning that she does not have any power. She does not co-rule with her husband and would not inherit the throne if he dies.

Queens Regnant & Princes Consort

Queens can also be regnant, usually because they inherited the throne. The husband of a queen regnant is almost never called a “king consort” (though there are a few exceptions and almost exceptions.)

The word “king” carries too much weight, so giving it to the husband of a regnant queen implies that he has equal or more power than she does, and in a monarchy without coregency, you obviously want to avoid that. For this reason, the husband of a regnant queen is usually called a “prince consort.” That’s why Queen Elizabeth II’s husband is “Prince Phillip” and not “King Phillip.” Queen Victoria actually wanted Prince Albert to have the title “king consort,” but her council wouldn’t hear of it since he was a foreign prince, and it felt too much like ceding partial power of Great Britain to Germany.

Line of Succession

The “line of succession” refers to the order in which the throne is passed down in the event of the monarch’s death. Most monarchies subscribe to something known as “primogeniture” which is a rule dictating that the throne is passed to the monarch’s oldest legitimate child. If the monarch has no living legitimate children, the line of succession usually passes through the children of the monarch’s oldest sibling. If the monarch has no siblings, you would start to get into cousins and the children of cousins, etc.

Primogeniture can be male-preference, female-preference, or absolute (which means gender doesn’t matter.)

In any case, the monarch’s spouse is almost never in the line of succession. In the rare event their rule was coregent, however, then presumably the queen would continue to rule after her husband’s death, or she may choose to abdicate and pass the throne to their eldest child if they’re old enough to rule.

Regency for a Monarch in Minority

When a monarch is unable to rule due to illness, absence, or minority of age, someone can be named “regent,” meaning that they will rule on behalf of the young monarch until they are old enough to rule on their own. Depending on the age of the young monarch, the regent may have total power or they may simply assist and guide them in their duties. The spouse of the deceased monarch is a common choice for regent, but the monarch’s oldest or most capable sibling or royal cousin are other possibilities. It would typically be someone who is already close to the throne. And, the moment the young monarch comes of age--or in the case of a sick or absent monarch, the moment they’re able to resume their duties--the regent’s powers revert back to the monarch.

So... in the case of your story... your king would only keep ruling if your queen and king were coregent. If not, his title probably wouldn’t be “king” but prince consort. If they were ruling jointly, yes, he’d continue to rule. If they weren’t ruling jointly, then he would probably be named regent until the child is old enough to rule on their own. You could also see a situation where the council is concerned about giving that kind of power to a king consort/prince consort, and so they give it instead to a sibling or cousin of the regnant queen’s. You can do whatever makes the most sense in your story. Would this consort be trusted with the regency?

I hope that helps!

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liquidstar · 5 years ago

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My old one is a bit sloppy so I revised the loredump for the world my OC’s live in, it’s a bit long but it’s nice to have for reference, and if anyone wants to give it a little skim I’m putting it under the cut here!

In the beginning of this world, there were two “Gods” so to speak. They were two halves of a whole person, opposites that balance each other out. Iris, the Mother of Magic, and Crocus, the Father of Monsters. While Iris was calm and mature, Crocus had the personality of a petulant child on an awful tantrum who doesn't know when to stop. He had seen everything as a twisted sort of game, creating monsters was something he’d do for fun, in the most sadistic way possible. He viewed himself as above everything, all these creations were insignificant entertainment to him.

Iris didn’t see the world the same way, she saw beauty in life, it was a gift. Humans were her most precious creation, she adored the lives they lived. They were so short yet so sincere, so unique, so… Human. She envied and admired their ability to “grow up” more than anything. But the monsters her brother has created threatened their existence, almost as if he was making them for that exact reason. Maybe at first, creation was just a fun thing she and her “brother” did in their pastime, but now she can see it’s more than that, and she didn’t approve of Crocus’ demented method of playtime.

Iris retaliated, and of course Crocus didn’t respond well, he reacted like an angry toddler knocking over their sibling’s Lego castle, it was all toys to him. To Iris it was serious, but he failed to see that. Slowly he’d slip further down the rabbit hole, to the point of wanting to destroy the world they had created together. Crocus had become a monster himself. Iris had realized she could no longer see him as her playmate, her last resort was to banish him to a pocket dimension. But she could never kill him.

After banishing Crocus,Iris had realized that humans needed a way to protect themselves against her “brother’s” monsters, and she gave them the gift of magic, but at a cost. The magic they’d received was actually a fragment of her powers, and Iris would only retain her immortality. In order to help the humans better understand magic and how to use it, she opened a school to be wizards, to fight monsters, to fend for themselves, and maybe to do what she couldn’t do and kill her brother, if he were to ever return.

After the banishment of Crocus, and birth of magic, humans had become united and the world was a single country, Anthea. The first queen was Queen Anne, who had risen to royalty as the first person born with magic, people declared her a Godsend from Iris herself, she was raised to rule and thus the lineage of heirs would continue, each using the royal magic; Light Magic. Queen Anne would split the country into pieces, as governing the whole world was too grand of a task. Now it would be multiple people, each governing different parts that form a greater whole, with the current monarch at the helm. Each piece would go to knights of hers that she had selected, and the type of magic they used would become the noble type taught each lineage of heirs. (Read more about each different province here)

The current heiress to the throne is Amaryllis, whose mother, Queen Ambrosia, had passed on when she was a toddler. Her husband, King Angrec, is now the sitting monarch. However their marriage was arranged, and if you believe the rumors, Queen Ambrosia was having an affair with her personal Knight, Aster. Aster is also the the magic tutor of Princess Amaryllis, who is studying light magic.

There’s plenty of types magic though, for all sorts of things. There’s earth, fire, stretching, gravity, healing, death, plants, animals, clairvoyance, music, space, time... Anything! Wizards invent all types of new techniques all the time, but you can only ever have one type of magic. Once your soul, or “core”, has adapted to one magic it’s all it can do, humans only have a small piece of Iris’ power and so they can only do one thing with it. Unless you were to cram two souls into one body. The core is where magic comes from, it’s your very soul, it’s you. So once you use a certain type of magic long enough, it also affects your body, and wizard’s bodies will change and adapt to their magic as they use it over time.

Despite the original purpose of wizards being to fight monsters, that’s not all a wizard can do. They can run potion and magic shops, they can be healers, teachers, inventors, scholars, practically anything! However, it’s also super common for wizards to be regarded as celebrities and heroes, especially those seen as the best of the best. For example, the Twelve Knights of the Royal Round. Each one with a rank for twelve to one, they’re knights hand-picked by the royal family to serve, they’re considered heroes who do everything from reading to sick kids to fighting the most violent monsters around.

Aspiring wizards look up to these heroes while they learn to be proper wizards. They may be self taught, they may shadow professionals as apprentices, or they may attend one of the many wizarding schools around Anthea. Including of course, the school created by the Mother of Magic herself, Hecate Academy. A boarding school that runs on a very specific system that no other school does; it uses a crystal ball to choose students for field assignments. For freshmen, these assignments may be as simple as taking care of a potion shop for a couple days, but as they grow older, by senior year they will be taking on assignments that involve fighting real monsters. The crystal ball chooses students through clairvoyance, based on their abilities, team work, and whether this assignment will be beneficial to them, while not too difficult still challenging. Whether they get a good grade is solely based on what they learn from their journey.

Crystals in general are a very important magical material and resource in this modern wizarding society. They’re special because they’re capable of holding magic power of any kind when charged. Crystals charged with electricity magic power homes, crystals charged with healing magic act as medicine, crystals charged with sky magic are used for air travel. “Crystal screens” or usually just called “screens” are a huge recent invention, this world’s version of smartphones. They are all connected by three five communication crystals across Anthea, and each charged with magic energy, but of course the most important aspect is in the crystals connecting them.

However not everything is perfect in this modern wizarding world, there’s still plenty to clean up after what Crocus left behind, even if it was nearly 1000 years ago. The current year is 997AM, after magic. That’s three years before the Crocosmi Order prophesied his return. The order is an organization that stayed devoted to Crocus. They work towards bringing the Father of Monsters back, in order for him to defeat his “sister” and bring true freedom for them, that’s what they’re promised. However the reality of the situation is that’s an empty promise, and it’s just a cult brainwashing and abusing its followers the same as any other. The one calling the shots right now is in it for personal gain, a megalomaniac that won’t stop at anything to gain control of everything, and who has no issues manipulating and abusing people to get what she wants, including children. An issue that may spell trouble for a certain new class of children at Hecate Academy.

A class that the aforementioned current Princess is attending, guided by her personal magic teacher, who has now become the newest homeroom teacher. At first she and her classmates struggle with the ins and outs of highschool and adolescence, their general coming of age struggles blend together with all the magic and wizards and fantasy. But what they don’t know is that something more sinister is lurking, and their magic highschool experience won’t be the regular kind. Through their struggles though, the kids form strong bonds, they learn to be themselves, and most importantly, they grow up.

#finn's ocs #this IS ok to rb also #lord knows i love feedback

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