#crown princess octavia

[lenniharrisonsims]

Philippe's Secret Wedding!

This morning, on the steps of Cordelia Palace in Oasis Springs, during a press conference, Crown Prince Philippe De La Cru announced that just a few short days ago, he was married to Lady Octavia Castellano.

The pair appeared together in front of Cordelia Palace to tell their story and why it was such a secret affair:

"We have been engaged for a few months now, and Octavia has been staying here in Oasis Springs with my mother since the start of the war," The Crown Prince began. "We were always going to get married, and Octavia was already living here. We thought, why not just get married now?"

"Of course, there were other... more sinister reasons," Lady Octavia- or should we say, the new Crown Princess Consort, added. "As the public is well aware, my father is a close friend and trusted ally of Emperor Victor of Windenburg, and therefore, I was thought of as a pawn- to be married to whomever the Emperor needed to secure an alliance with. I ran away, here to Oasis Springs, where Philippe and his family have protected me ever since. But with Windenburgian law, I was still my father's property until I married..."

"...I wanted to be free, to be with the man I have loved since High School, so Philippe and I agreed, we would get married the next time he was on leave."

The pair further explained they had the permission of Philippe's parents- King Ivan and Queen Anastasia De La Cru. In fact, the King and Queen were the witnesses for the ceremony performed at the Oasis Church In The Rocks- the very same church where the King and Queen had been married all those years ago.

Crown Princess Octavia's wedding ring is a simple, art-deco style diamond on a thin gold band, surrounded by smaller diamonds. Crown Prince Philippe stated that he had the ring made specifically for Octavia, instead of choosing something from the royal vault.

Finally, the couple shared a few photos taken at Cordelia Palace, after the ceremony at the church, to let everyone share in their big day:

Eagle-eyed royal watchers will note a familiar piece of jewelry on the new Crown Princess' head- Queen Anastasia's wedding tiara! It seems like HM showed her approval of the match by gifting her wedding tiara to Octavia to wear on her big day. How sweet!

(Then-Princess Aanstasia Ivanov on her wedding day to King Ivan De La Cru, riding in a carriage with her father, the late Tsar Alexei, wearing the aforementioned tiara)

Congratulations to the new Crown Prince Philippe and Crown Princess Consort Octavia De La Cru!

[bibluebutterfly]

I just have to point out that one thing I absolutely adore about the Helluva/ Hazbin universe is how the royal men wear hats instead of crowns. (Paimon doesn't count since the Goetia's are more traditional and stuffy)

Bonus: Queen Bee and Princess Octavia since they just don't care for tradition (I know Bee's hair is technically her crown but same difference lol)

[sickoherd]

THE 100 — only you can…

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summary: preferences for characters of the 100 :)

author note: i took a mini hiatus … sorry <3

bellamy :

- play with his hair

- convince him to not go on dangerous missions

- get him to take a break

murphy :

- call him john

- make him genuinely happy

- hear about his past + his regrets

monty :

- make him feel better after jasper's death

- make him blush

- tease him

jasper :

- help with his depression

- hear stories about maya ( sorry )

- get him to dance with you

lincoln :

- help him hunt or forage ; he likes being able to concentrate but he likes listening to you

- do his warpaint

- steal his clothes

roan :

- stand up to his mother without being executed

- wear his crown

- sit on his throne

wells :

- joke about his father with him

- kiss his nose

- calling him funny nicknames to wind him up

octavia :

- braid her hair

- influence her decisions

- bring out her soft side

raven :

- get her to take a break

- help her feel more confident about her leg

- do her ponytails

clarke :

- tell her what to do

- call her princess

- make her smile and laugh

lexa :

- do her war paint

- call her lex

- make her smile

emori :

- steal her stuff

- trace her tattoo

- convince her not to do something

echo :

- use her bow and arrows

- comfort her

- make her laugh

harper :

- flirt with her shamelessly

- make her believe anything

- scare her with ghost stories

[dnpanimationstudioclone]

Octavia Redesign🌒

Made my own take on Octavia for fun!!!! I always loved how casual her look is compared to her parents more regal styles. Also dig her having a celestial motif⭐️.

Because for my take, Stella has a sun motif while Stolas still has a moon motif. I gave Via an eclipse motif🌙☀️🌒!!!!!! Why I added darker colors, more circle shapes and for her eyes I was going for an eclipse. I kept the star motif from her OG aswell but I made them into pentagrams and smaller sparkles and constellations for her mesh & hat. Fun fact, apparently during eclipses you could see all kinds of different stars and even planets!!!!!⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️🪐🪐🪐🪐🌌🌌🌌🌌🌌

Pushed for a Nu-Goth aesthetic with celestial motifs, I figure it’d fit well for her whole love of the occult☠️🔮🌌

Switched out the sweater for a purple dress with sparkly mesh. Casual but still very classy for a Goth Princess✨✨✨✨✨👑👑👑

Made her hair longer with a dark purplish gradient. Ngl Marceline the Vampire Queen(Adventure Time) and (Teen Titans)Blackfire gave me inspiration. Also gave her V-bangs.

I really wanted to add more of her mom’s physical traits into her, show her as a mix of her dad and mom for the eclipse theme. @lovesart23 Octavia really helped me consider on how to add her moms swan traits. She has a gradient glow which she gets from her dad but also has long lashes which is part of her mom’s eye marking developing. I can see most assume it’s eyeliner. Also made her body type more of a medium of her dad and mom’s figures.

Went for purple instead of pink. Stella(pink) + Stolas(blue) makes purple! It’s also a color that symbolizes magic, royalty and very gothic💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

Removed the boots, giving her a mix of her dads and mom’s feet. Has webbed so she can swim well being part swan 🦢

Gave her skin a purplish gray tint as cygnets(young swans) have gray skin so I imagine she’d still have a bit of gray.

Made her tail less big. Also gave her talons like her mom but black🖤

Replaced her crown beanie for a more gothic Wide Brim hat with constellations 🌌

Gave her hair a gradient as when she was a kid which I assume is from Stella’s side since It was shown she had some white gradient and I wanted to bring that back to show her also getting it from Stolas’ side with his gradient.

What do u think? I’d love to know💖

I’ve also made designs of I.M.P, Verosika and even her folks, Stolas & Stella.

[filmnoirsbian]

Hi !! I was wondering if you had any book recs/favorite books? Things that you think of as inspiration or just plain like? Genuinely curious. <3 im in love with your work btw i spent the other day binging your patreon

Some favorites that deeply impacted me from a young age up into teenagedom: the Animorphs series by K. A. Applegate, Where the Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein, Oddly Enough by Bruce Coville, The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, Little Sister by Kara Dalkey, The Enchanted Forest Chronicles by Patricia C. Wrede, The Tale of Desperaux by Kate DiCamillo, A Series of Unfortunate Events by Lemony Snicket, The Chronicles of Prydain by Lloyd Alexander, Something Wicked This Way Comes by Ray Bradbury, the Septimus Heap series by Angie Sage, Piratica by Tanith Lee, the Inkheart series by Cornelia Funke, His Dark Materials by Philip Pullman, Holes by Louis Sachar, The View from Saturday by E. L. Konigsburg, Shizuko's Daughter by Kyoko Mori, The Sea-Wolf by Jack London, Walk Two Moons by Sharon Creech, Criss Cross by Lynne Rae Perkins, Everything on a Waffle by Polly Horvath, Surviving the Applewhites by Stephanie S. Tolan, The Last Book in the Universe by Rodman Philbrick, The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes by Arthur Conan Doyle, Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Cafe by Fannie Flagg, The Iliad and Odyssey (allegedly) by Homer, The Táin by many people, Harlem by Walter Dean Myers, Esperanza Rising by Pam Muñoz Ryan, The Wall and the Wing by Laura Ruby, The Lord of the Rings by J. R. R. Tolkein, The Hainish Cycle by Ursula K. Le Guin, Till We Have Faces by C. S. Lewis, The Ethical Vampire series by Susan Hubbard, The Howl Series by Diana Wynne Jones, the Curseworkers series by Holly Black, The Turn of the Screw by Henry James, Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov, The Raven Cycle by Maggie Stiefvater, Frankenstein by Mary Shelley, The Haunting of Hill House by Shirley Jackson, Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep by Philip K. Dick, Android Karenina by Ben H. Winters, An Autobiography of Red by Anne Carson, Beloved by Toni Morrison, A Stir of Bones by Nina Kiriki Hoffman, the Mistborn series by Brandon Sanderson, Deathless by Catherynne M. Valente, World War Z by Max Brooks, This is Not A Drill by K. A. Holt, Fade to Blue by Sean Beaudoin, Carmilla by Sheridan Le Fanu, The Moth Diaries by Rachel Klein, Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman, Crush by Richard Siken, Hopscotch by Julio Cortázar, The Hunchback of Notre-Dame by Victor Hugo, Devotions by Mary Oliver, The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde

Some favorites read more recently: The Expanse series by James S. A. Corey, Engine Summer by John Crowley, Lovecraft Country by Matt Ruff, The Princess Bride by William Goldman, Heart Berries by Terese Marie Mailhot, My Best Friend's Exorcism by Grady Hendrix, Reprieve by James Han Mattson, House of Leaves by Mark Z. Danielewski, Sharp Objects by Gillian Flynn, Kindred by Octavia Butler, Reading Lolita in Tehran by Azar Nafisi, Station Eleven by Emily St. John-Mandel, The Crown Ain't Worth Much by Hanif Abdurraqib, The Refrigerator Monologues by Catherynne M. Valente, Convenience Store Woman by Sayaka Murata, Tender is the Flesh by Augustina Bazterrica, The Girl with All the Gifts by Mike Carey, The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo by Stieg Larsson, The Bluest Eye by Toni Morrison, She had some horses by Joy Harjo, Bright Dead Things by Ada Limón, The King Must Die by Mary Renault, Books of Blood by Clive Barker, Rosemary's Baby by Ira Levin, Cassandra by Christa Wolfe

Plays: The Oresteia by Aeschylus, Electra by Sophocles, Los Reyes by Julio Cortázar, Angels in America by Tony Kushner, August: Osage County by Tracy Letts, The Bald Soprano by Eugène Ionesco, The Trojan Women by Euripides, Salome by Oscar Wilde, Girl on an Altar by Marina Carr, Fences by August Wilson, The Glass Menagerie by Tennessee Williams, M. Butterfly by David Henry Hwang, Our Town by Thornton Wilder, Sweeney Todd by Christopher Bond

Graphic novels: The Crow by James O'Barr, DMZ by Brian Wood and Riccardo Burchielli, Eternals (2021) by Kieron Gillen and Esad Ribić, Watchmen by Alan Moore and Dave Gibbons and John Higgins, My Favorite Thing is Monsters by Emil Ferris, Maus by Art Spiegelman, Tank Girl by Alan Martin and Jamie Hewlett, Persepolis by Marjane Satrapi, Through the Woods by Emily Carroll, Anya's Ghost by Vera Brosgol

[arsprince]

prince stolas of the ars goetia, from helluva boss. based entirely on the pilot episode and original lore on the ars goetia, portrayed as the antagonist of the show. as prophesied by doll, she / her, eighteen plus.

𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄. stolas ars goetia. 𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐒. prince stolas of the ars goetia, a great prince of hell. the thirty-sixth demon of the ars goetia (in the lesser key of solomon), commander of twenty-six legions. 𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐒. the owl demon. the sage of shadows. the erudite. 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐒. demon of the ars goetia dynasty. 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑. identifies male, he/they. 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. bisexual, biromantic. 𝐎𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. nobleman, aristocrat, astronomer, occultist, militant commander. 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒. princess stella of the ars goetia, wife. crown princess octavia of the ars goetia, daughter & heir. king paimon of the ars goetia, father. various siblings, cousins, etc. the ars goetia dynasty.

𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐒. tall & elegant, yet imposing and haunting in his beauty. lean figure. owl-like features, including a beak, talons, and an owl's tail. two sets of red eyes. huge jaws. 𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓. 10' f. 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐑𝐄. stolas favours his regal attire, opting to wear some variation of a royal uniform for his public appearances. when sprawling about the estate, he might dress down to a vest, cravat, etc. or opt for loungewear, depending on the nature of any company present. 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐂 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌. tba. 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌/𝐒. tom hiddleston. (liveaction)

examining themes of . . . the oligarchy. decadence, hedonism, and moral decay. the conflict between duty and desire. beauty in the grotesque. gothicism. classism & the politics of hell. lovecraftian horrors, ancient evils. the conquest for power & the pursuit of knowledge.

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[guess-my-next-obsession]

Starlight — Prologue

pairing: fae!ezra x princess!oc (Marigold)

rating: M (first person POV, split second mention of death, strained paternal relationship, arranged marriage, fantasy elements, i literally created a world and lore for this so if none of it makes any sense that is why, this chapter is just meant to build the world—we meet Ezra in the next chapter)

wc: 1.2k

a/n: hi everybody!! i’m well aware this book will not be one of my more popular series, but i really just wanted to write something fantastical, and even if i’m the only soul who reads this, it’s fine! we love a bit of self indulgence every now and again! anyways, hope you guys like this little prologue. i’m hoping to have the next chapter out within the week 🤍

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All I’ve ever known is summer.

In my world, Etos, there are five kingdoms: Heims, Oceanus, Florere, Ember, Nox, and Solis. Anywhere else is far too dangerous for a mortal to step foot into, even if they could manage crossing the sea that separates us from the Fae lands and beyond.

The furthest land from my own is Heims, a frosty wonderland full of people hardened by the perpetually cold weather. Most of our coal comes directly from Heims, as well as my father’s toughest soldiers. My eldest sister, Wilhelmina, or Mina, as far as our family is concerned, married the charming Prince of Heims, Kristofer, and currently resides in the castle made of crystal so clear it almost looked like ice, setting the standard for the rest of my sisters.

Oceanus, too, was an important ally to have—their land producing the entirety of our fish as well as guarding the coast from those who seek to take back Etos. My father knew this well, and soon arranged for my second eldest sister, Peregrine, or Peri, to be married off to the King’s highest ranking emissary, Lord Titus, assuring the alliance between our lands. Luckily for soft-natured Peri, Titus seemed to be a gentleman and truly in love with my sister. I would have never allowed my father to marry her off if he wasn’t. Her gentle and kind spirit was far too precious to me to allow some man to ruin it.

Ember, a land of constant autumn, was where the academics went to study the arts and the sciences. My sister, Wilhelmina, was the actually the very first woman to be admitted into the university. I always admired her tenacity in the face of adversity, but even in my admiration, I feared her intellect and drive, just as my father must have after breaking down and allowing her to leave Solis.

The softer lands—at least in the minds of the northerners—were Florere, a land of eternal spring, and Solis, my land, the eternal summer. Octavia, the sister closest in age to me and by far the only one I couldn’t bring myself to enjoy due to her mean-nature and competitiveness, had recently left Solis to be with her betrothed, the Prince of Florere, Ignacio. I didn’t bother to vet her partner, but from what I could see by his solid gold carriage and fine regalia, he seemed to be just as pretentious as she was. A perfect match as far as I was concerned.

Even in all the beauty of Etos, all the varying climates and scenes, I never wanted to live anywhere else but my home. Solis.

Here there was no reason to be cruel and cold. Here, we appreciated the arts, and believed that leisure itself was an artform. We worshipped the sun, we worshipped our gardens, and when it came to love, we worshipped one another.

My father, his mother, and her father before her all wore the golden crown of Solis. Warmth and sunlight was woven into my bones, tanned my skin, softened my heart. My mother once told me, long before she passed, that my sisters and I were all born beneath a blazing sun at her request. I suppose she believed a warm birth meant we’d all live warm lives and die warm deaths.

As I wandered through the garden contemplating my newly revealed fate, I couldn’t help but wonder if her efforts were in vain.

My father, a once-loving, soft man I cherished more than the sun itself, had changed since my mother’s shocking and violent death after she was mauled by an injured wolf while attempting to remove an arrow from its side in the very forest I now padded my feet into. He grew cruel and hateful towards me, his youngest of five girls. I suppose I understand why, if I truly think about it.

Unlike my four older sisters, I took after my mother so much that even I found myself shocked at the resemblance. And even if I didn’t have her shimmering, gold eyes, or her caramel-brown head of long curls, or the same dimple in my left cheek, I had her heart. Soft, curious, and empathetic. Everything my father once loved about my mother, he now hated about me.

Of course he found it hard to look at me, to talk to me. I was his grief personified.

But even in all his iciness and hatred, I never expected that he’d sign my life away to the coldest, darkest realm in the world. To Nox. To marry the infamously insufferable King Kaius and become the future queen of the starland.

Whether I wanted to or not.

It felt personal, his choice in my betrothed. A daughter of the sun being forced to never see it again. It almost felt like another death to endure. Everything I have ever known and loved gone overnight.

As I found my place underneath my favorite elm tree, the one me and my mother used to sneak off to with our stolen bundle of sweets from the kitchen, I couldn’t bring myself to loathe him the way I wanted to.

Perhaps the distance would chill the warmth I still held in my heart for him.

Perhaps then, I could hate him the way he deserves.

My sister, Cosabella—the most cautious and maternal out of the five of us, happily married to the head of our father’s King’s Guard—and my father stood in front of our palace, its white marble and green grass beckoning me to stay. To fight for my right to live here in the sun, just as my mother had. But one look at my father’s cold and emotionless face and I knew there was no point.

This was how he wanted it.

“Take care of yourself,” Cosabella warned, slipping me a golden dagger. “Do not trust anyone. Write when you can. I will see you…” She trailed off, but I knew why. She didn’t know when we’d see each other next, if at all. “Just…be careful. Remember that just because the sun is gone, does not mean mother isn’t right there with you. She lives in you, Mari—“

“Enough,” my father shouted, gesturing behind me at the carriage waiting with two footmen and two Kingsguards. “Off you go.”

“Yes, father,” I replied, my voice as small as a child as I gave Cosabella one final hug, memorizing the citrus of her perfume.

“Go on, now,” she smiled as she pulled away, wiping the tear from my cheek. “Go introduce Solis to Nox. Bring them a little light.”

“I love you,” I managed, nodding my head at her command. “I will see you.”

“I love you too.”

I knew she wouldn’t promise me anything she couldn’t assure, but it didn’t help my cracking heart as I climbed into the carriage, leaving everything I’d ever known behind.

I placed my hand upon the glass window and watched as she lifted her own, waving at me before resting it over her equally breaking heart.

“Make yourself comfortable, Princess,” the footman that I’d known since I was a child called back into the carriage. “It’s a long ride to Nox.”

To the eternal darkness.

I wasn’t sure how they managed any of it. How cold they must be, not only their bodies but their hearts and minds. I couldn’t imagine any beauty in a black sky.

I’d heard about stars in my astronomy courses, learned that the sun itself was a star, but it never seemed to make any sense to me to spend time contemplating a billion little specks of light when I could lay beneath the biggest. A light bright enough to shine over the entirety of the world—except for Nox.

My father had said it was cursed by the fae Kings and Queens who once ruled over these lands, a punishment for the mortal revolution. And based on the description he gave of his own visits, I was inclined to believe him then. But now…

Curse or no curse, this was my fate. I could either accept the cards dealt to me and make something of them, or I could fold.

My mother taught me to never fold.

[writing-in-lesbian]

A heiress in love Pt.5

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff / Female Reader Tags: angst, fluff, Translations: skyprisa = Sky Princess // Hainofi = princess // Strik sis [Strisis] = little sister // Ai hod yu in = I love you // Sestra = sister // Printsessa = princess Chapter synopsis: The night offers some time alone for Y/N and Wanda to talk about things

A/N: So for this chapter I researched different types of rituals and got inspiration from them to make some of my own to fit the story, I really hope I’m not offending anyone with them, since that was never my intention. Also since there aren’t a lot of trigedeslang transistors, everything in italics and underlined would be trigedeslang. Work is not beta’d so all mistakes are mine.

Tag List: @spongebobtentacles @wandamaximoff727 @cristin-rjd @aawake-atnight @msromanoffswife @juno-verse​ @wandastan-2​ @wannabe-fic-reader

  Monday Night.    11:14 p.m.

Wanda got closer to the table observing the items you have placed around there. Slowly approaching her, you stand next to her. Taking the cap from the ink bottle you place it on the center, then you start aligning the tea-tile candles around it, in a semicircle form.

“Is this related to your vow?” She asks curiously, trying hard not to touch anything. 

You’re kind of surprised she remembered it, it wasn’t something you have shared openly with her, except the dialogue Madi and you exchanged during the duel… okey so, your mom said you should involve her in your customs right? So you’ll do just that.

“Yeah, sort of, it is. Can you pass me the bowl please?” Wanda’s eyes widen slightly, and that little tilt of her head makes itself present. At least we’re past the frown now.

She tentatively takes it from the place and gives it to you, her fingers brushing yours when you take it. You feel again that electricity, that shiver that has nothing to do with the weather. You notice as well, (now that you know she doesn’t hate you per se), her shy and reserved demeanor. You’ve always been good at multitasking so while you pour the ink on the bowl you take the time to observe her in detail. Wanda has always been beautiful in your eyes, but seeing her this close without her first mask, is just different. 

You notice the green of her eyes, the way they follow your movements, the small frown spotted now but so different from the one she used to have around you, the tilting of her head and how her reddish brown hair frames her face, how she moves it from her face and places it behind her ear, being this close, you see as well the small silver earring adorning her earlobe. You’re kinda jealous of a small piece of jewelry. 

“My mom told me my ascension ceremony would take place in two nights from tonight. Which basically is a crowning ceremony, but different”

Wanda takes the discarded bottle from the table, playing with the cap. Reaching for the box of matches, she pushes it toward you. You smile gently.

“My people, we have different traditions from yours, as far as I could learn, thanks to my studies. Mine are more on the nature and the connection with her rather than just protocols… which precisely makes them more like a binding rather than just a ceremony”

You explain to her as you light the first candle, which was really easy, but the air decided to come out and play which makes it a little difficult to light the rest. Groaning because now you have wasted 4 matches, which you know Octavia will take notice and will taunt you for it, grabbing another little wood piece, and before you can close the box, red wisps light the rest of the candles.

Looking up you see Wanda trying to hide a smirk while looking straight up at you and playing with the red sparks between her fingers.

“Seemed like you need it some help”

And that fucking smirk has you pleading to the Goddess, you might as well just die on the spot, because if that isn’t the sexiest thing you have seen… you can’t and won’t think about what else could top it.

Clearing your throat you manage a weak thanks before grabbing the needles, forming them in a small triangle next to the bowl, next is the incense holder behind the bowl, lighting the incense you pass it seven times around the bowl and needles, before finally placing it on the holder. 

Grabbing the blade from your mother, you cut the sash around your hand, hearing a small gasp leave Wanda’s mouth. You look at her, she looks at you, eyes a little bit guarded again.

“Before you do what I think you’re about to do…” her voice trails off so you nod encouraging her to ask whatever she wants to.

Taking a breath she firmly asks.

“Would I need to bleed in order to marry you? Because that just seems barbaric”

And when you put it like that, well yeah, it seems a little bit extreme.  

“No, for our wedding ceremony no, you won’t. I know this might seem barbaric to you, but it has an explanation, just… I need to do this”

“Of course”

She doesn’t say anything else, just keeps observing the ritual. Inhaling and exhaling you grab your mother’s blade and in a quick movement you open once again your hand, a smaller cut this time and guide it towards the bowl, dripping some black blood drops inside it, taking a new piece of fabric from your pocket, you start wrapping around your hand. You barely flinch when you feel a warm sensation around it and see the red wisps, knowing well Wanda’s magic is curing your wound.

You’re still confused as to why she’s helping you, despite the fact that she said she didn’t hate you, you’re still a stranger to her. You’re more aquatinted to Pietro and even Natasha seemed more friendlier toward you and that’s saying a lot.

Mixing the ink and blood you grab the incense and do the same seven circles this time in the opposite direction. Closing your eyes you whisper the prayer you’ve been practicing in your head for the last few hours.

“Dearest and loved Moon Goddess, I Y/N Woods-Griffin, former priestess of yours. I am, once again surrendering to you, standing humble in your presence, I present to you this small offering of my blood to ask for your blessing and guidance. Please, consider my petition and bless my soul and one of my future bride here as I embark on my road of preparations for my Ascension. That in love I might find my new road. Until I meet my ancestors again”

After saying your small prayer, you take a few seconds before opening your eyes and looking up to the skies. The moon shines above you, her presence calming you immediately. Wanda follows your eyes turning her head to see what are you looking at.

Without turning your eyes from the sky you try to explain one of the things you know would matter more to Wanda.

“Natblidas were created ages ago, way before anyone found a way to eradicate all the radiation from the affected lands. In order to resist the effect of it, this special serum was created by Becca, our first commander”

Wanda keeps looking at the moon so you’re not sure if she’s really paying attention to your explanation, but a quiet question tells you that she is.

“It did work, the downside of it, was not a lot of people resisted it and for those who did, it turned their blood black, hence getting the name of natblidas. I’m not too sure of some details, but finally, a group of natblidas clans came up with a less aggressive cure. That group keep using the serum on their own bloodline until it became a genetic trait”

At this, Wanda’s eyes return to you and her stare is so intense you look down. Trying to find the right words to explain the next part of your tale. 

“My mother” your voice breaks a little and if Wanda noticed, she didn’t say anything. “Umm she did a lot of sacrifices for her people, and went through a lot to become Commander, I know she’s been the best one in our history. One of the things she did was to change as much as possible the ways we choose the next one. Still a lot of old traditions remain”

Wanda takes a look at you, you don’t meet her eyes thou, knowing well they portray a lot of what you’re feeling at the moment, another thing you haven’t mastered like your mother.

“When you ascend as commander, they inject you the serum to strengthen the blood… and they put a small chip on your neck, containing all the necessary knowledge to be a commander and a fair leader to your people… One of the downsides of it… is the voices on your head from the past commanders”

“Voices?” Her eyes are curious, tilting her head to look at you better from her angle. 

“I might ask Raven to explain it in detail to you later but yes, kind of like having a consul inside your head. A super advanced genetic nano thingy they put in your neck”

“Does this have to do anything with why I can’t read…?” She leaves the rest of the words out.

“Yes. Natblidas are trained not just physically but mentally as well. It can be overwhelming. I’m guessing kind of like your abilities, so we’re taught how to keep our thoughts and mind in place, how to strengthen it so we’re not easily persuaded, so we don’t get run over by our own thoughts trying to be heard over the others, so no one invades our minds and thoughts”

“Have you heard them then? The voices?”

“No, not yet… I haven’t ascended as commander yet but in two days I will. All of this should prepare me for it or at least I hope it does.”

She doesn’t say anything and you're wondering, not for the first time if this was too much for her, making her think you’re just a nut case.

“Could you teach me?” She whispers this, her voice barely reaching your eyes

You cast her a glance, noticing not for the first time how she’s looking down, her hair making it impossible for you to search her eyes. You play with the bowl in your hands before leaving it on the table, the needles and ink need to serenade by the moonlight, so the protection spells are stronger. By the position of the stars you guess is already past midnight, your mother would arrive in five hours. 

“I mean-”

“Yes,” a timid whisper leaves your lips interrupting whatever thing she was trying to say while you grab her hand, making her lift her eyes. Wanda then makes eye contact with you… 

… and everything stops. 

Suddenly there’s no noise, any trace of pine scent is gone, and not even the cool breeze of the night is there. Your mind is also very quiet.

Wanda’s eyes are her natural green, but you feel some kind of magic there, surrounding both of you. She looks at you with what you have come to call her intrigued frown and you hear a really quiet and far away whisper asking: “What’s happening?”

“I don’t know,” you say out loud, making Wanda drop your hand and the world come to life. You hear and feel mother nature again, quietly whispering things around.

“You heard that?”

“I… yes? You didn’t speak… did you?”

“No. I just thought it”

You just hum because really? what else can you say when you honestly didn’t know how you could hear her. Maybe there’s really some kind of magic between you two, maybe it was Wanda’s wish to be able to be in your mind that you unconsciously let her in but… 

Before you could continue debating in your mind, a noise at the entrance brings your attention to your surroundings. Taking two steps ahead you put Wanda behind you, protecting her, your left hand going to your sword. She notices the action and looks at you with curiosity, her fingers moving producing small red sparks.

You distinguish footsteps, hardening your touch on the sword you’re ready to bring it out, but a distinctive scent reaches your nostrils first. You look at the sky, it can’t be that late (or early) already but she’s here nonetheless. Relaxing your posture as much as you can, you greet her before she appears.

“Mother”

Wanda’s mask is back in place, you know it just by feeling her posture and energy change, casting a quick glance you see some of the red sparks floating around and slowly disappearing. 

Lexa’s illuminated by the moon and, not for the first time, you get lost in her ethereal looks. She belongs there, her posture, her demeanor, and her steps all scream LEADER. And you, you just want and strive to be a little more like her.

Her eyes are well guarded and stern, her sight on you makes you feel like a small child, waiting in your room until your punishment is lifted. You try to maintain her stare but fail and look to the floor.

“Y/N” she comes closer and as soon as she sees Wanda, does a little vow with her head, just acknowledging her presence.

“Your mom told me you would have company” Her tone doesn’t show any emotion that could give you an idea of how she feels. After all, you haven’t seen her since that incident in the afternoon.

“But I was hoping we could have a small talk before leaving”

“You’re leaving?” is Wanda’s voice behind you which makes you lift your gaze and turn to her.

“We are in fact, well, you too I guess, my mom Clarke she… well, I just didn’t have the chance to reach that point of the ritual yet”

And you think a “please believe me” as loud as you can in your mind hoping she hears you. She doesn’t say anything but gives you a little more privacy, walking back to the table and observing the elements, trying hard not to eavesdrop. 

You stand there, waiting for something, not moving. When was the last time that you jumped happily right into action when your mother asked to speak with you? Probably months before the whole marrying issue, you definitely noticed it was less common after Madi left. 

“Daughter, come” and she sees the hesitance you have, the really small steps you take, and the sadness irradiating from you. You walk towards her not really knowing what to expect, stopping two steps away from her. 

Lexa observes you, despite her face not changing, you can feel her peaceful energy yet you don’t attempt to move, she extends her arms and you unconsciously recoil… and that hurts her.

Suddenly she brings you closer to her, embracing you exactly like when you were young. Her hand caresses your head while you feel the other one in your back, a stronghold and damn if you didn’t miss her touch. You lift your arms and hug her back, inhaling her earthy scent, bringing you back to those summer days before any responsibility or threat of war. 

“I’m not sorry for the way I’ve raised you, but I’m sorry for making you feel less loved, or not enough”

You feel the first tear cross your face and then another, and another, attempting to murmur an “It doesn’t matter” but your mother dismisses it right away. 

“It matters to me daughter.” if you didn’t know any better, you could swear she was crying but your mother hasn’t done that in years.

Taking a few minutes that you feel are mere seconds, she puts her hands in your shoulders, caressing your cheek, contrary to what you did with your mom, you don’t lean into her touch, still sad from everything, but you do close your eyes savoring the moment.

“Y/N” Lexa takes her hands from you and you miss her maternal warmth. She takes a little poach from her coat, taking a moment to look at it, she then proceeds to empty its contents into her hand… and it’s until something shines you see it’s her old headpiece, the one she used all those years ago before marrying your mom. Alongside that, is another small one. 

You make a small gasp when Lexa grabs your hands and deposits both pieces.

“I never thought I would see this piece out of the pouch again. The times of peace are being threatened by old enemies daughter and I trust and know, that you will lead with honor, fierce, and pride. Aden was right when he told me all those years ago, how brave you would turn out to be”

At the mention of your older brother, you can’t help but to reminisce his memory (he always said you were his favorite despite the circumstances). You were still a toddler when he was cowardly murdered in the middle of the night. Deep inside, you know your mother has never recovered from that incident.

“Mother” You look at her again, in a new light.

“I…” your mother stops talking and you wonder, hoping, waiting, but she doesn’t say a word. She just squeezes your hand and takes a turn to leave. “I’ll see you in some hours”

You see her walking away, turning to Wanda to just indicate she’s leaving. And you stand there, watching the path your mother left in the grass, holding the poach, feeling the tears run down your face. 

Quietly Wanda approaches you, you feel her presence near you.

“Your mother’s soul… carries much sadness, guilt, and anguish”

You don’t look at her, just hum in acknowledgment, Wanda has seen a lot of your emotions displayed in questions of hours and you don’t know how good could that be for someone who’s supposed to lead 15 clans plus Wanda’s people. Maybe your mother was right, love is her weakness, but now you know is also her fuel.

Enjoying the calmness and coldness of the night, you try to steady your heart, concentrating on breathing, closing your eyes to feel the breeze around your skin, but is not cold as you expected it. Opening one eye you see the familiar red sparks floating around you.

“She’s worried about the situation and what she asked of you. She cares a lot if you’re wondering”

“Wanda” the rest of your words dying on your lips when you see her. She has her eyes closed as well, and she looks so ethereal and magnificent and for the first time since your marriage was announced to you, you feel at peace.

“I might not be able to read your mind, but your soul speaks as clearly as your mother does”

She opens her eyes, and the red you have become to associate with her green, so unique and magical, keeps giving you calm. Tentatively and quietly she gets closer to you and places her hand above your hand and as soon as she touches it, the world once again goes silently. You’re pretty sure this is not the first time you are touching hands and looking into her eyes at the same time, after all, she was the one to catch you before you passed out in the afternoon but then, why this night this is happening?

“I wondered the same thing and no, I still can’t read your mind, I kinda had to distract myself to not ears drop and noticed… you’re not wearing gloves this time”

You cast your sight to your hands noticing she’s right, she’s been holding your left hand all this time. 

“How do you know? About my mother” you timidly ask, your voice barely above a whisper. Despite her telling you about hearing her soul, you kind of want to know more.

“I recognized her aura”

“But how?”

You don’t want to push it, and you certainly don’t want her to close herself again, but you had a little taste before and you so desperately want to know more. She takes a deep breath and takes her hand from you, making the world come alive and missing her warmth already.

“Natasha showed me” and you don’t like the pang of jealousy you feel in your stomach about the way she said her name, so intimate, so you school your expressions and eyes.

“Because I carry them as well. Damaged and marked people by death, our souls sing a different and unique tune”

She turns her back towards you and not for the first time, you want to run and hug her and take all those feelings away from her, but you don’t move, you can’t move.

“You’re not damaged”

The moon illuminates her profile when her face turns slowly, but she’s not looking at you, her sight is focused on the pebbles around your feet.

“You don’t know me”

“You’re right, but you said something about my mother, about Natasha and you, about marked people. And you might be right, your souls may sing differently than most, but I don’t think it makes them damaged, I don’t think you are Wanda”

She turns her face again, the night sounds giving you some kind of quiet serenade. 

“I’ve done terrible things. You know why they call me the Scarlet Witch?”

“No” and finally you take a few steps toward her, still respecting her personal space.

“You should fear me”

“But I don’t”

“But you don’t” She finally turns towards you. The red around her eyes slowly turns into her usual green.

She observes you with that frown you have to come to associate with you when she doesn’t understand you. Taking another leap of faith, you close the distance and grab her hand, carefully using your bare one.

“You said you did terrible things, and so did I. You saw me doing a blessing ritual with ink and needles, they have a purpose. Tomorrow morning I would be getting my tattoos with them, one of them would mean the number of people I’ve killed… so based on your logic, I should be damaged as well and you should be afraid of me”

Wanda looks at you, frowning.

The silence gets thick… 

Until she’s out loud laughing and is the most beautiful sound you have heard you smile and laugh as well, not knowing why but is definitely better than just silence.

“Please tell me that’s not your big heroine defeating the villain speech because honestly…that’s ridiculous” She keeps laughing and you can’t help but to feel more enamored with this girl.

“No, it's not” and you keep laughing as well because it all seems ridiculous now. Trying to breathe you regain control of your body, sighing you take Wanda’s hand again and honestly this touching thing keeps getting easier, but you use the covered one this time. She stops laughing but keeps smiling at you, motivating you to continue talking.

“I maintain my point. I don’t think you’re damaged Wanda”

She looks at you and her smile gets a little sadder but it doesn’t disappear, she squeezes your hand and lets it go before she walks towards the table, observing once again all the things placed there.

“I have always felt curios about the design behind the tattoos, their meaning, and all. You said you’ll get one representing the persons you have killed. Why?”

“This is more on the spiritual and personal meaning. Both my mothers have them, they represent something else for them that is not my place to tell. There’s a saying among the Amazonias, about how you should not kill if you can avoid it, to me…. This tattoo would mean just that, that it was my last choice killing someone, a reminder that it was my life or theirs, ‘because certainly, they would have killed me without a question”.

She doesn't say a word but keeps observing the needles gathered in the table. You are learning to give her some kind of space and time with every piece of information you share about your culture and you keep playing the observer game, paying attention and memorizing every facial expression and gesture she does.

“Would your mother be the one to do them?”

“Yes”

She turns towards you, her eyes searching your face for something you can’t quite place and then she asks you.

“Could… could I get one too?”

And is the way she asks, timid but also you detect something else, remorse maybe? You’re certainly right there and then that you couldn’t ever deny anything to her.

“I… yeah, yeah of course, umm we will need to do a different ceremony thou”

“Maybe after our marriage one”

Our marriage, two words are spoken and they sent you into a frenetic ecstasy. Damn you if you say you weren’t excited now with this proposal.

“Yeah, after would be good if you wish”

You smile at her and are glad to see she’s smiling again, only to be interrupted by a yawn. You get immediately under the table, looking for something you know well your mom should have put there. Under some plants, there's a box with a blanket and some smaller ones to use as a pillow. You take them out and proceed to make a bed or as much of a bed as you can.

“Here, lay down, you should rest”

You see her hesitating so you quickly add.

“It’s just for you. I can’t sleep tonight, part of the ritual” hoping this makes it easier for her “l know is not ideal but I can’t escort you back to your room, I also need to stay here and-“

She lays down, stopping you from babbling and embarrassing yourself furthermore.

“This is fine” She turns her back towards you and hears her sighing, you don’t know what to do, so you stay there, observing her, watching her peaceful silhouette. A few minutes pass and you haven't moved an inch, you think she’s already asleep.

“Can you sit closer and keep me company?”

“Of course, m’lady”

Hearing her chuckle you go and sit closer to her, her back still towards you. Your face now looking at the moon. A few more minutes pass and you hear her breathing has evened, confirming that she finally fall asleep, whispering good night Wanda, you sit more comfortably, laying your back on the rock that makes one of the foot’s table, closing your eyes and praying to the goddess, not for the first time that war does not broke.

Unknown to you, a little intermittent red light from a tiny drone above you, flies off into the night.

[joequiinn]

My Spotify Playlists

[intro + additional links] | [masterlist here]

I'm a total fanatic for music and creating character playlists, so I make a looot for my various stories, as well as for various vibes! Story specific playlists can also be found with their designated fic in my masterlist.

FANFIC PLAYLISTS

Batman

Dark Knight Trilogy - Ragazza Veleno - Jonathan x OC Poison Girl | octavia vibes | octavia x jonathan vibes Gotham - Crown of Thorns - Victor x OC Red Cheek Lover | cj vibes | cj x zsasz vibes

Star Wars

Rogue One - Saudade - Cassian x OC Saudade

Stranger Things

The Dos & Don'ts of Fake Dating - Eddie x reader ice princess, dungeon master Cirice - Eddie x Death!OC eddie x death

FANDOM RELATED PLAYLISTS

Stranger Things - Deathrider - metal music that I like to think Eddie would listen to (all released before March 86 because I'm incredibly particular)

MCU - Fatal Desire - Clint x Natasha playlist inspired by Avengers: Endgame

Barry - yes-hoe hank - Noho Hank speaks to my soul okay

GENERAL VIBES

and i'll never love again - I listen to this when my partner and I fight :)))

if my life were a goth witch movie - pretty self explanatory lmao

me, seducing diego luna - instrumental - I love the sound of latin guitar and I love diego luna, sue me

The Vampires' Saga - instrumental - inspired by the hundreds upon hundreds of vampire romances that we all know and love

[unchartedcloud]

A Knight's Tale - Chapter 3

A week long feast is set to celebrate the royal nuptials of King Lincoln of Polis and Princess Octavia of Arkadia, boasting drinking, dancing, and - of course - jousting. Sir Lexa Woods, the First Knight of Polis, its champion jouster, and its most eligible bachelor, resigns herself once more to several evenings' worth of unrequited invitations from the ladies of the Polis court; Ambassador Clarke Griffin, Crown Prince Bellamy's right-hand advisor, resigns herself to repeated solicitations from Finn Collins, an Arkadian attaché. Though it occurs to them...if they spend the parties with each other, their suitors might be frightened off. It needn't be anything romantic, merely convenient.

But when jealousy starts to surface, Lexa can no longer pretend it's merely convenient.

A fantasy (ish) Clexa AU.

“How was dinner last night?” Raven’s voice rings out from Clarke’s immediate left. Her friend props her leg, clad in an intricate metal brace that seems to sport new improvements every time Clarke sees it, up on the railing in front of them. “Did I miss much pomp? A lot of circumstance?”

Clarke snorts. “Quite a bit of both, as I’m sure you guessed. Is there a reason you left me to fend for myself? The princess was asking after you.”

“Was she now?” Raven smirks and – having just happened to spot a stubborn, invisible speck on the patch of legging visible beneath her brace – manages to avoid Clarke’s eyes. “Did you remind her that this is her wedding and, as the eighteenth in line, ceremony doesn’t require me to be here?”

“I did, actually. But you still left me there to make small talk all night.”

“Isn’t small talk literally your job?”

Clarke waits to respond until Raven finally meets her eyes again before replying, “Isn’t looking pretty and socializing yours?”

“Touché.”

Read on A03.

[lenniharrisonsims]

Four Year Anniversary Portraits

Oasis Springs

Cordelia Palace

HM King Ivan De La Cru

Full Name: Ivan Robert De La Cru Title(s): King of Oasis Springs, King General of Oasis Army Nickname(s): N/A Birthday: July 9th Residence(s): Cordelia Palace (Oasis Springs) Previous Names/Titles: Crown Prince Ivan of Oasis Springs Parents: TM King Robert & Queen Lisbeht De La Cru Spouse: HM Queen Anastasia De La Cru Children: Princess Elizabeth Norton, Crown Prince Philippe De La Cru

HM Queen Anastasia De La Cru

Full Name: Anastasia Tatiana De La Cru Title(s): Queen Consort of Oasis Springs Nickname(s): Ana Birthday: January 13th Residence(s): Cordelia Palace (Oasis Springs) Previous Names/Titles: Princess Anastasia Ivanov, Princess of Simsdom Empire Parents: TIM Tsar Alexei & Tsarina Nadia Ivanov Spouse: HM King Ivan De La Cru Children: Princess Elizabeth Norton, Crown Prince Philippe De La Cru

HRH Crown Prince Philippe De La Cru

Full Name: Philippe Robert De La Cru Title(s): Crown Prince of Oasis Springs, Corporal in Oasis Army Nickname(s): Phil, Philly Birthday: July 2nd Residence(s): Cordelia Palace (Oasis Springs) Previous Names/Titles: N/A Parents: TM King Ivan & Queen Anastasia De La Cru Spouse: HRH Princess Octavia De La Cru Children: N/A

HRH Princess Octavia De La Cru

Full Name: Octavia Eider Castellano Title(s): Crown Princess Consort of Oasis Springs Nickname(s): O Birthday: December 29th Residence(s): Cordelia Palace (Oasis Springs) Previous Names/Titles: Lady Octavia Castellano Parents: Marquess Hadrian & Marchioness Livia Castellano Spouse: HRH Crown Prince Philippe De La Cru Children: N/A

[miyuzarry]

A Piece of The Past (5)

"Theodora's Emotional Rollercoaster"

LAST NEXT

Theodora: Urgh, my head. What the heck.

Theodora: I need to... Oh crap. I remember what happened. At this point i'm not.. *sigh*

I'm not sure what to do about it. Should I tell him?

Theodora: That explains so much of his behaviour. The fact that he refused to show up to Adira as if it was a forbidden thing....

Or the time where he mentioned how Adira saved me, in a manner I was surprised to hear.

It makes sense.

Theodora: *sigh* He didn't ask her because she is the Crown Princess... but because she reminded him so much of Octavia...

Okay. I need to calm down. This is not a big deal. Nope, not at all. *slowly tears up* It's not like I've been used before.

Theodora: Okay Theo, breath. No big deal. I agreed to help, so I will...*sniffs*

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Theodora's Room, St. Williams Palace

Theodora: There is still so much in this diary that I haven't read yet...

Theodora: This is truly a rollercoaster of emotions for me. This is crazy. Give me a break!

[another-heroine]

sharing a dessert for andrine and octavia!

Nonsexual Acts of Intimacy

Aaaaa so cute!

Thanks for sending a prompt, here we go:

Sweet Tooth

Andrine knew her wife very well. Those random outbursts could be nothing but one thing: period days were coming.

She took a time to understand that since they met. Octavia usually was a cheering person, flirtatious and light-hearted, but some days she just closed herself from the world, got more impatient and became a big eater.

Before became a queen, Andrine didn't know what she could do, since they were always on the road, and with their pockets light. She understood Octavia's frustration about don't have any luxuries or at least a bit of comfort.

But those times were left behind. There was the Queen of Solovey on her way, carrying a lidded cake pan. She knocked softly on the study's door and listened from inside, "Who's there?"

"Irovetti's ghost, wearing a hearts underwear," Andrine replied most serious that she could.

Octavia dragged the chair. "Why do you do that? What an awful vision!"

Andrine laughed and opened the door. "Just kidding, it's me, your favorite girl in the world!"

Octavia gave a half-smile. She was behind piles of documents. The shelves of her study were full of arcane artifacts, from statues to odd scrolls.

"How are you doing?" Andrine asked, letting the pan on a side desk.

Octavia sighed, looking at the mess in front of her. "I don't know, to be honest. I'm about to start drooling over the documents for real. Or drawing butterflies on the margins."

"Take a pause with me. You shouldn't push yourself hard." Andrine called, kissing the crown of her head.

Octavia glanced at the cake pan, with curiosity. "What did you bring?"

Andrine grinned mischievously. "Why don't you check?"

The princess consort got up and uncovered the dessert. Her eyes glistened. "Wait... Is that..."

"Yep."

"Is... Is the same recipe?"

"I hope so or heads will roll!" Andrine mocked.

Octavia giggled. "Oh no, I don't want to watch a public execution because of a blueberry cake!"

The dessert was already cut in slices. The crystallized fruits were sprinkled with sugar, and the cake dough was soft and in the right point. Octavia ate like a happy child, hopping on the place. Andrine took her chance to eat some as well, stealing the icing on the corners of Octavia's lips with her finger.

"Do you want mine so bad, huh?" Octavia narrowed her eyes.

"Yours are always more tasty," Andrine teased.

The princess bit her inferior lip, looking at her cake slice. "Later, Your Highness..."

[crownsofesha]

The Emerald Lover’s Tiara (Worn by Queen Eliora circa 5619)

Designed for the Crown Princess Eliora, the Duchess of Merton (Later Queen Eliora of Esha) by their to be spouse, Crown Prince Aviv, the Duke of Merton (Later King Aviv III of Esha). This piece was worn by Queen Eliora for a number of state occasions. Queen Arabella has also been seen on numerous state occasions wearing the Tiara and is said to be one of their favorites.

The Holstein Tiara - (Worn by King Alexandrina circa 5726)

This spectacular Tiara, rendered solidly in diamonds, emeralds, and pearls, was gifted to Crown Prince Octavia by Herzog Gerhard Von Holstein of Jülich.  He gifted King Octavia the tiara he had made for the Crown Prince (at the time) in hopes that it would help King Octavia to fall for him, but King Octavia was required to marry an Esha noble. King Octavia is said to have tried to return the tiara, but Herzog Gerhard Von Holstein refused, saying that it would be a sign of their friendship in the coming years. It has stayed with the royal family ever since. It was a favorite of King Alexandrina, having worn it in a royal portrait.

Queen Anne’s Ruby Parure - (Worn by Queen Anne Stuart circa 5692)

This set of opulent jewels include diamonds and big rubies composed into a diadem, a choker and a pectoral brooch. The set was given to Queen Anne Stuart by their Great Fædera, Marquess Hadassah, Countess of Carrington, who was gifted the set by their Holmes Parent, Marquess Abihail Holmes. It is featured in many portraits of the late Queen.

The Emerald State Crown - (Worn by King George II circa 5656)

The Crown has been in the Calisch family for many generations. Designed by King Eleanor I. It has been worn by only the Kings of the Calisch Dynasty on numerous state occasions and featured in several coronation portraits and ceremonies. It features twelve large emeralds, surrounded by diamonds. The lower part of the crown features a circlet of diamond and emeralds. The entire crown’s back is plated in gold.

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Featuring them all in period accurate (ish, I tried my best) outfits. 

[ladyroza-18]

I've seen alot of people pointing out a few design flaws that stolas and Stella have and they are all fair but for some reason Octavia gets left out even though I would argue she has more confusing things going on in her design

1-First off her crown and beanie combo, like is the crown printed on the beanie or is she wearing them together this weird and uncomfortable to maintain

2-Second off and please tell me i am not the only who is confused about what is the starry thing that she's wearing i have been racking my brain trying to figure out what it is it doesn't have any stitching pattern on it i can't tell what it is is it a shirt she doesn't seem to be wearing pants underneath that and the sleeves are tight on her arms so it's not oversized, is it a dress? It doesn't seem like there is a top and a skirt connected to it the silhouette doesn't look like a dress? Is it a sweater dress there is no knitting pattern on that thing so WHAT IS THAT WHAT IS IT I CAN'T TELL??? And honestly it looks like a pijama with how covered in stars it is , this thing drove me crazy with how i can't tell what it's supposed to be

3- her legs ( thanks to @love's art for pointing that out)

Her legs are heal shapped wich looks werid she is a bird why are they like that?

A few extra features: her beak is too small and her tail looks like a turkey tail it doesn't look like a owl tail or a peacocks or any other Bird Stella is headcanoned to be , also she's too skinny though it's a problem going on with alot of viv 's characters it's not exclusive to Octavia

Overall her design is really plain and looks poorly put together she looks like a homeless girl trying to cosplay as a princess but dosent have any material to work with WICH IS BAD because she IS a princess and the next in line to the throne even if she is dressed simply she should still look like her clothes should look like they are expensive, like how did Stella let her get out of the house looking like this? No mom who cares about her that her child present themselves cleanly would let them get out wearing that (it made it hard for me to believe that Stella is a strict mom who scolds her child for any small mistakes wich all the fandom keep insisting she is despite the show forgetting these two are mother and daughter) if they wanted to show that Octavia is a laid back princess there were better ways to do that other than THIS like maybe give her a leather jacket with a fancy dress underneath it and let her wear a normal crown with it it would be better than whatever the heck is that she's wearing , her design feel like there wasn't much thought put into it but hey don't need to put thought behind stolas 's plot device and get out of jail ticket for him to not be held accountable for any of he's terrible actions 😑

[the-dragana-universe]

"..."

Only an emperor can rule the Locus Empire. Princess Octavia walked to the throne, took the crown, crowned herself as emperor, and all her siblings and other noblemen conceded. 

Octavia is a 10 foot tall woman, very intimidating and probably can stomp you. However Octavia has a small heart that can’t support her giant body. On a monthly basis, Octavia sometimes dies, and is secretly revived by THE MASTER Penelope Love. 

As the emperor of Locus, Octavia is worshiped as a living god, and is expected to increase the wellness of the empire. The people of the empire are her subjects and are expected to serve her in life and death. 

The empire is currently at war with at least 5 other nations. The war started on bogus reasons and are really motivated by Penelope ordering the emperor to do so. The emperor doesn’t know why Penelope wants to spread bloodshed and death across the continent, and really she doesn’t care as long as she keeps her alive. The most she knows is that Penelope wants to create an event called “Twilight of the Gods”, an event where the empire will take charge of the cosmos. This is an attractive concept and most of her family and generals are in on it, so she stands with them.

Strengths: Size, strength, authority, intimidation, Legendary weapon 

Weakness: Her brother Edward, small heart to body ratio, the spear of twilight, controlled by THE MASTER.