beholdthepriceofoblivion

[beholdthepriceofoblivion]

OBLIVION

{ |18+| RoyalStuck AU. Think Homestuck + ASOIAF/HOTD. TW: Incest, violence, political schemes.

Like many of the ancient houses of old nobility, the royal line of Derse also seeks to maintain its 'purity' by marrying rulers to close members of the family...who often have a nasty tendency to try and murder each other for supremacy.

The main royal line died out without direct heirs so the cadet Strilonde branch now holds the heirs to the throne. Rose is selected by oracle/spirit medium Aradia Megido to be the queen, although there are rumours that she used her Seer connections among the oracles to gain favours...

Now she must take a consort that shares the royal blood, and try to stay alive.

(Mainly looking for a Dave, Dirk, Roxy, Lil Hal... Hell, if you could find a reason for Bro or Mom Lalonde to be there, them too. Aradia could even work for oracle shenanigans. Reply if you'd like to RP someone else and we'll talk it over.}

Gathering up her trailing silk skirts, Rose swirled around the room again and again: heels echoing as they clacked off of the dark marble floors. The fabric made a slight shushing sound - the tiny black pearls sewn into it scraping and clicking.

Rose almost couldn't hear anything over the pounding of her own heart. Her mouth was dry and she ached to drink until everything was a sweet haze, but she had to stay sharp for the next few days, at least. Maybe for the rest of her life.

In a way her entire life had been leading up to this moment... All the subterfuge, all the training, the endless lesson on politics and apothecary skills; the times she had spent lying sprawled on that smoky oracle floor with a bottle of potent liquor in her hand trying to peer into a future that squirmed away from her like the grasping tentacles of the horrorterrors.

Everything was going to change now. That was what Aradia had said.

But really, who could tell with Megido? That girl was completely inexplicable. Rose had seen visions of herself with the crown atop her head for years, but that didn't mean it would happen. The direct heirs had always been there, and suddenly they were not. One died in a sparring accident. One during childbirth; taking the child with them into the void. The last perished in suspicious circumstances.

Rose remembered going to a standard scrying meeting with Aradia to divine with tea-leaves and smoke and cards and moon water, but everything went black - not an entirely unusual occurrence when they used various potions and hallucinogenic assistants... but what was unusual were the black stains on her fingers when she woke the next day, the strange metallic taste in her mouth, and the news that the final main heir was dead.

Suddenly their house, the Strilonde cadet branch, was next in line - and their crest was emblazoned on everything. Suddenly, Rose found her name translated from the garbled, ancient words of the Old Ones that echoed from a deep, constantly guarded chasm that the castle had been built around - said to strike to the sweating, oozing black heart of Derse.

She had looked around at the pale hair and mingled acid-bright eyes of her kin across the roaring, black flames of the ceremonial fire and knew that sooner or later she would have to choose one of them to stand beside her as a consort. But which...? The royal line had to be maintained through them.

A sharp knock on the door startled her out of her pondering. Rose was almost glad, for once, not to be left alone with her tangled thoughts.

"Come to congratulate me?" She asked, dryly, as she swung open the vast door to face whoever was behind it. Her hand clenched on a hidden, needle thin dagger in the voluminous folds of her skirt - it wasn't unknown for the selected to be killed during, or immediately after, the ceremony.

[beholdthepriceofoblivion]

OBLIVION: A Homestuck Royal AU

{ |18+| RoyalStuck AU. Think Homestuck + ASOIAF/HOTD. TW: Incest, violence, political schemes.

Like many of the ancient houses of old nobility, the royal line of Derse also seeks to maintain its 'purity' by marrying rulers to close members of the family...who often have a nasty tendency to try and murder each other for supremacy.

The main royal line died out without direct heirs so the cadet Strilonde branch now holds the heirs to the throne. Rose is selected by oracle/spirit medium Aradia Megido to be the queen, although there are rumours that she used her Seer connections among the oracles to gain favours...

Now she must take a consort that shares the royal blood, and try to stay alive.

(Mainly looking for a Dave, Dirk, Roxy, Lil Hal... Hell, if you could find a reason for Bro or Mom Lalonde to be there, them too. Aradia could even work for oracle shenanigans. Reply if you'd like to RP someone else and we'll talk it over.}

Gathering up her trailing silk skirts, Rose swirled around the room again and again: heels echoing as they clacked off of the dark marble floors. The fabric made a slight shushing sound - the tiny black pearls sewn into it scraping and clicking.

Rose almost couldn't hear anything over the pounding of her own heart. Her mouth was dry and she ached to drink until everything was a sweet haze, but she had to stay sharp for the next few days, at least. Maybe for the rest of her life.

In a way her entire life had been leading up to this moment... All the subterfuge, all the training, the endless lesson on politics and apothecary skills; the times she had spent lying sprawled on that smoky oracle floor with a bottle of potent liquor in her hand trying to peer into a future that squirmed away from her like the grasping tentacles of the horrorterrors.

Everything was going to change now. That was what Aradia had said.

But really, who could tell with Megido? That girl was completely inexplicable. Rose had seen visions of herself with the crown atop her head for years, but that didn't mean it would happen. The direct heirs had always been there, and suddenly they were not. One died in a sparring accident. One during childbirth; taking the child with them into the void. The last perished in suspicious circumstances.

Rose remembered going to a standard scrying meeting with Aradia to divine with tea-leaves and smoke and cards and moon water, but everything went black - not an entirely unusual occurrence when they used various potions and hallucinogenic assistants... but what was unusual were the black stains on her fingers when she woke the next day, the strange metallic taste in her mouth, and the news that the final main heir was dead.

Suddenly their house, the Strilonde cadet branch, was next in line - and their crest was emblazoned on everything. Suddenly, Rose found her name translated from the garbled, ancient words of the Old Ones that echoed from a deep, constantly guarded chasm that the castle had been built around - said to strike to the sweating, oozing black heart of Derse.

She had looked around at the pale hair and mingled acid-bright eyes of her kin across the roaring, black flames of the ceremonial fire and knew that sooner or later she would have to choose one of them to stand beside her as a consort. But which...? The royal line had to be maintained through them.

A sharp knock on the door startled her out of her pondering. Rose was almost glad, for once, not to be left alone with her tangled thoughts.

"Come to congratulate me?" She asked, dryly, as she swung open the vast door to face whoever was behind it. Her hand clenched on a hidden, needle thin dagger in the voluminous folds of her skirt - it wasn't unknown for the selected to be killed during, or immediately after, the ceremony.

[beholdthepriceofoblivion]

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[beholdthepriceofoblivion]

[beholdthepriceofoblivion]

Derse Rose reference for those who need it! I’m still trying to do these, hopefully I’ll have more to post soon!