#aleron

[thenntrewrite]

I'm slowly, but surely working on the NNT rewrite, but please have this sketch of Aleron in the meantime

[niallsecretlove]

their love story is driving me insane i need more 😭

[ninicaise]

aleron lore in my head: classic neglectful strict, purposefully blind to his brother's depravity, preferred auguste over laurent bc the jock vs nerd difference, “man up” comments that we've seen a thousand times, maybe judging laurent in his afterlife maybe regretting ever doubting laurent but who gives a shit? certainly not laurent bc he wasn't even laurent's most traumatic or formative relationship, lame etc

theomedes lore in my head: loved his sons yet messed up catastrophically, raised damen to be King but raised kastor as His Child, duty vs love, unintentionally generated competition between them, “if i die tell damen he'll be a good king and tell kastor that i love him”, kastor grew up jealous, incompetent and easy to manipulate, an absolute nepo baby, can't even speak veretian properly + damen can't remember the last time he was hugged, has to be ordered by a person who hates him to go to bed after like three days of working his ass off with no sleep, absolutely insane parenting, interesting, juicy, nuanced and complex, tons of questions

[thefirstshootingstar]

no thoughts? more like all the thoughts, and they're very full of meliodas and aleron

[viejospellejos]

No veo la diferencia…

[compendiumhistoria]

Aleron "I pull bad bitches with my autism" Brightwood,

[cyokie]

Just noticed a potential plot inconsistency in Captive Prince: 

In the first book, Damen says that Auguste “rallied his men after the death of the King.” However, in the third book, Paschal says, “I was nearby when the word came that Auguste was dead. In grief, the King pulled off his helm.” 

In other words, the first book says that Auguste died after King Aleron, whereas the third book says that Auguste died before King Aleron. 

Did I misunderstand something, or is this just a mistake? (I personally would take the account from the third book as the canon one, as it’s given more details and better reasoning.)

[thenntrewrite]

Today's the day I introduce my Nanatsu no Taizai/Seven Deadly Sins OC, the very first one I have ever made in the year 2015-16.

ALERON/MORGAN LE FAY

Her name is Aleron, but she is loosely based on Morgan le Fay, so her true name is Morgan le Fay (or just Morgan, depending on how I write her backstory). She's a pretty powerful mage that is arguably rivaling Merlin for the title of 'best mage in all of Britannia', but in order to justify that, I borrowed from Dungeon Meshi and did the 'combing two races gives the offspring a longer lifespan' while also applying 'combing two races makes the offspring that much stronger' while also applying 'hair color dictates magic'.

Aleron is a half-Goddess (indicated by her extra eye and the fluffy feathers as well as the star theme she had going on) and a half-faerie (indicated by her ears and flowers naturally growing in her hair). The idea of her design was to indicated 'heaven and earth', so she'd have stars on her upper half and her lower half would have earth (sandals to be closer to the ground, ruffles in her skirt to indicate waves)—her entire staff is just a combo of that theme!

Backstory wise, a very short summary, she's an alchemist that has lived for many centuries already and has a hyperfixation on magic—collecting ancient tomes, reading them, crafting her own magic, alchemy, studying under talented mages from other races, etc. Her mother is Rhiannon—a Goddess/Celestial that fought in the Holy War—and her father is Gorlois, a faerie king that rules the Kingdom of Tintagel in another faerie country named Cornwall. To tie Aleron in with Arthur, Rhiannon dies during the war and reincarnates as Igraine. I had the rough idea that Aleron gets hired throughout the country by different kingdoms as the royal court mage (she needs that coin), and eventually wounds up in Camelot to cater to Igraine and her family—which eventually becomes Aleron's family since she was there when Arthur was born—for a time before Merlin comes into the picture.

If you have any questions about her, feel free to ask! I'd love to answer them.

[ceojerry]

1213 | «Para todo mal, #Mezcal, para todo bien, también, y si no hay remedio, litro y medio. Si el mal es del #Corazón con más razón, pero si el mal está cabrón, un galón, y si el mal es renuente hay que empezar nuevamente. Ay mezcal bendito, ay mezcal sagrado, cuida mi intestino, el grueso y el delgado. Me sirvo la copa, levanto el brazo, inclino el codo y a la salud de todos me lo chingo todo» #Chulada #RelájateJerry #Delicious #ElMártir #AnteTodoActitud #Joven #Maguey #Artesanal #Aleron #TopGun #CodingMAO (en Jerry's) https://www.instagram.com/p/CmIbyOjsydF/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[ninicaise]

the only interesting thing abt aleron 2 me is auguste's parentification. love a good old messed up parentification. auguste's mother behavior. auguste out there calling laurent the kid. the baby. my kid. aleron having to be reminded of laurents name at some point while the only thing auguste didn't do for laurent is give birth to him. you get where i'm going?

[thefirstshootingstar]

The urge to make a bunch of AUs revolving around Aleron

[ruckis-vandalizes]

✮Your allies - choose them wisely✮

[madcat-world]

LitRPG: The Calamities (1 of 4) - Kevin Sidharta

[captaincouture]

Wildflowers in the Wind

Chapter 1 sneak peek

As a child, Auguste had been mischievous, a fact his father had painstakingly tried to conceal from the court and the public, with only minor success at the latter. The court was too often a victim in his games to be unaware of his nature, and subsequently became wary of him in his young years. Boredom, of course, was the main cause. Everything changed one early morning during late spring in his twelfth year when tiny baby Laurent came screaming into the world.

Mother had been sickly Auguste's whole life, but more so in the months leading up to Laurent’s birth. An experienced older brother to be, Auguste hadn’t paid much mind to Hennike’s approaching ninth month, expecting this pregnancy to be like all the others, fruitless. So when he was summoned in the middle of the night by a servant to his mother’s rooms, he assumed her health had taken a turn for the worst and that he would be saying another tearful goodbye to her, just in case, like all the other times her health had failed.

But tonight his father was there too, and so something was clearly different. Mother was still as lifeless looking as she usually was this late in pregnancy, but the physicians were busying themselves checking between her legs instead of feeding her teas and soups. With weak hands Hennike beconned her baby boy to her bedside, and reached out to him as best she could. Auguste took her frail hands in his and squeezed them tight, “What is it Maman, what’s going on?”

With a steadier voice than should be possible, she responded, “The baby is coming now, Auguste, and I need you to promise me something.”

Auguste had promised his mother many things over the years. That he would stop sneaking away from his history tutors, that he wouldn’t steal councilman Herode’s fancy feather pen anymore, that he hadn’t been secretly dressing up in commoners clothing and pretending to be a cobbler selling shoe shine to the locals. Usually, Auguste’s promises weren’t worth much.

“What is it Maman?”

Hennike grits her teeth through a wave of sharp pain, and exhales in fractions. Auguste waits as patiently as a boy of just twelve can, shifting from foot to foot anxiously. One of the physicians with a funny cap places a wet cloth on her forehead.

“The baby is coming now Auguste, your baby brother, and I may not be here to help raise him-”

Aleron’s voice cuts her off sharply, “Don’t say that Hennike, you’re going to be just fine.”

Maman shoots him a look Auguste can’t decipher and continues.

“I may not be here to care for him like I cared for you, so I need you to be there for him in whatever ways he needs, do you understand?”

Auguste tries his best to keep his sniffling quiet, he can’t let Papa know he’s crying. “I guess.”

“No guessing Auguste, you have to be sure. This baby will not have his mother, so he must have his brother. You will love him, and care for him, and keep him safe, and hold him when he cries, and never let anyone hurt him.” Hennike pauses, breathes deeply as Aleron stands stiffly at her side, and Auguste crawls into the bed with her despite the physician's protests. “He’s coming early, so he will be small and sickly, and will need a lot of patience and love. You’ll do that for him, won’t you, Auguste?”

“Yes ma’am, I will.”

“Good boy, you’ve always had such a big heart, I don’t want you to hide it. Your love should be a privilege to those who receive it, but never a rarity. I love you my boy.”

Auguste chokes the words out, “I love you too Maman, it’s going to be okay.”

Hennike is silent after that, if you don’t count her cries as the physicians mess around between her bent legs where the sheets cover her down to the thighs. Auguste stays laying by his mothers side, holding her hands, and tries not to wince when she squeezes a little too tight.

After a single command from Aleron, which Auguste doesn’t quite hear over his pounding heartbeat, the physicians stop glancing worriedly at Hennike and focus on the baby coming out of her. Whether by chance or as a result, Auguste doesn’t know, but Mamans grip on his hands loosen, and eventually ceases completely as her eyes slip shut.

Auguste tries to shake her back awake, but to no avail. “Papa, something is wrong, Mamam isn’t waking up!”

Aleron’s stony face turns to his son, then his wife, away from the physicians work. He steps to the head of the bed and places a solid hand on Auguste’s shoulder, “Calm now boy, you are a prince.”

Auguste can’t see the moment little Laurent makes his way into the world, but he can surely hear him. Maman must have been wrong when she said he would be frail, since his lungs are nothing but. His screams must echo through the entire castle, waking every servant and courtier from their sleep, and Auguste has never been so afraid in his life.

The physicians pull the screaming bundle away from the bed and clean him off -Auguste hadn’t realized birth was so bloody- and the head physician holds him out to Aleron. At Aleron’s cool stare at the baby and lack of action, the physician with the funny hat gently takes him from the other man's hands and walks around the bed to place the bundle on Hennike’s chest.

The baby's cries soften at contact with his mother but do not cease. The physician with the funny hat takes Auguste’s hands and places them on his baby brother, he whispers just so Auguste can hear him, “He is your responsibility now.”

Aleron does not balk at a physician directing his son, so Auguste nods and stares at baby Laurent for the first time. He is so tiny, and so fragile, Auguste is afraid his new treasure won’t last the night.

But he does last the night, in Auguste’s arms, with Aleron standing quietly nearby. And by the time the bells ring out the morning's tenth hour, Maman opens her eyes and cries as she holds both her boys for the first time.

Auguste has never felt so full of love.