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madefantasy · 4 years

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— 𝔭𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔢𝔰𝔰 𝔧𝔬𝔞𝔫𝔫𝔞 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔨

the courts offer bread and salt to JOANNA of HOUSE STARK. many say that the THREE-AND-TWENTY year old PRINCESS of WINTERFELL is known to be KINDHEARTED and COURAGEOUS though ill tongues whisper that SHE is IMPULSIVE and HEADSTRONG. when her name is uttered , one is reminded of a slip of a girl running about the keep, hair loose & wild from a day’s ride ; a light, slender blade, pale as milkglass, tucked inside a ceder wood trunk ; piles of books cluttered in the corner of her chamber, bearing tales of adventure ; the maw of a she-wolf drawn wide open, revealing sharp teeth and a sharper tongue ; and full, wine red lips curled into a wicked smile. may she be blessed and protected in this war of crowns. ( fc: medalion rahimi )

stats / musing tag / headcannons

among the smallfolk of the north, the true north, there goes a saying “ it takes a village to raise a child ” — one that holds true for all, including princess joanna. jo was born in the great seat of the north, winterfell, raised by her father’s unwavering sense of honor & by her mother’s grace, by the laundresses that kept her idle hands busy & the cooks that snuck sweets in the pockets of her pinafores, by the grand maester of winterfell & the master at arms that taught her how to use a short (wooden) sword, and by the small army of her siblings & the thick brush of forest they spent hours playing in.

in truth, much of joanna’s adolescence was spent with her falling into some scheme or another, where in which she has tried to pinpoint just exactly how much she could get away with. leaving at dawn and riding around wintertown until twilight was a minimal offense but strolling into state dinners late with muddy skirts and tousled hair would land her with dirty looks and a stern scolding. openly sneaking out of the keep disguised as a boy wasn’t worth the trouble, so she did it in secret. the worst trouble she’d ever gotten into was when she took a dagger and cut her long, thick black tresses just below her ears (the day before her sixteenth name-day no less) simply because she could.

rebellion was simply jo’s nature. the moment something was forbidden to her it then became her heart’s desire. her father always said that her impulsiveness would get her killed. but strange as it was, jo was at peace with that. better to live life than cower from it, she thought.

random headcanons

she’s half dornish (her mother is a martell) and she spent a good chunk of her childhood visiting her cousins in sunspear and at the water gardens near the coast

fairly skilled with both a bow & longsword AND loves pretty dresses and dancing. joanna stark contains multitudes babey!

speaking of swords, jo has had her eye on one of the valeryian steel swords that house stark has ( as of right now, they have three - longclaw, and the two swords taken back from house lannister & reforged to fit the stark #aesthetic better ) and has probably been asking her father for one since her tenth nameday

literally all she wants is to stay in winterfell & be near her family, she’s really not down for the whole political marriage thing and is actively trying to put it off for as long as possible

which is why probably has abt three failed betrothals under her belt as of rn

(it’s bc she’s annoying and drives them all off)

and also bc she’s lowkey a lil bit of a romantic

nope thats wrong she’s HIGHKEY a romantic

don’t tell anyone tho

her direwolf is named black aly ( named after alyssane blackwood ) and yes aly goes just about everywhere jo goes. much to the chagrin of literally everyone in the palace.

jo snorts when she laughs

i doubt most people close to her call her by her full name (she’s much more used to being called jo) and she’s probably a little surprised whenever she hears it and just kinda *snaps* into princess mode when she hears it

tbh jo is a little self conscious about not being like other nobel ladies ( her sister in particular - wc ) and sometimes wishes that she could just fit

is really great w kids and has fun aunt vibes!

can and will take all of her nieces and nephews on adventures to explore the north, especially without their parents knowing

probably either 1) riding her horse, lady 2) training with winterfell’s master at arms 3) hanging out w with her family 4) sneaking out of the castle to go on *adventures* 5) reading bc it’s too cold to do anything else

is very much into history & loves spending her time reading books abt it

not so much into politics? she’s a very honest (read:blunt) person and has trouble trusting people who play “the game”

she just thinks they’re inherently dishonest and who lies jo is just very >:( at that

she is like. highkey a “true northern” seperatist. like that’s her one main political belief

character inspirations : lyanna stark (i mean, duh), juliet capulet, alyssanne “black aly” blackwood, seara targaryen, arya stark, eowyn, shieldmaiden of rohan.

#broken.intro #♛ musings — (joanna)

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softdunaway-blog · 5 years

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* minecraft villager noise * —- hello , hello folks !! my name is amanda ( 18 & she/they ) and dfgksdfhgsd …. let me tell y’all now how excited I am to be in this group. I can’t wait to meet everyone + your charas !! but anyway …….. I bring to you a very soft farm girl clementine ! under the cut you can find some info on my love . ( oh.. and you can find some wanted connections here )

› :･ﾟ ⧼ KATHRYN NEWTON. FEMALE. SHE/HER. // CLEMENTINE DUNAWAY is a 21 year old ART student at charleston univeristy. walking past their room last night i heard THE BOY FROM NEW YORK CITY - THE AD LIBS on full blast, makes sense considering they’re known as the SWEETHEART. SHE can be best described as +KINDHEARTED & -SENSITIVE. they remind me of glossy lips, lady bugs landing on your clothes, platonic “i love you”s.

details…

lady bugs, soft skin, rosy cheeks, rainbow shoelaces, feeling sad about leaving your dog home alone, fairy lights, minimal makeup, thick southern accents, poofy hair.

all of her shirts / jackets are oversized, mom jeans, platform sandals, PLAID, fuzzy socks, graphic tees, sweatpants, multicoloured scrunchies, black leather belts, cowboy boots, bralettes, layering bracelets.

personality…

positive: kindhearted, empathetic, humorous

negative: clumsy, quiet, introverted

a small girl who was born into generations of farmers. it didn’t take long for her to find passion in caring for animals & growing crops. it gives her joy ---- it has since she was a young kid.

the young farmer was brought up to be kind & to see the beauty in everything she comes across ( though, truthfully, she would have turned out that way even if she wasn’t taught it ). she is truly a girl far too pure for this world.

important background info…

born & raised in alabama to farmers, william and elizabeth dunaway

grew up on a farm & her grandparents lived in the basement area of their home

literally the happiest child --- never screamed, never complained .... though she was a picky eater

was homeschooled

found a great love for art after her grandma bought her a lil art kit ( cause grammy was a pretty well known artist in their hometown )

was too shy to make a lot of friends but absolutely cherished the friendship she had with a few close people

her mother found out & told clementine about charleston university but didn’t dig deep enough to also find out about the uni’s past

she was in A W E @ this university and once graduated, she applied ( & was accepted ) to charleston

by the time she found out about the ‘70s killings, it was too late to change her mind about going

other stuff…

bisexual | hufflepuff | isfp

she currently lives on campus

fun fact: there was a baby chicken who was born a day after her & it’s clementine’s favourite chick still to this day

loves calling people nicknames -- mainly darlin’ and buttercup

all of the animals on her farm are her BABIES

she has a naturally soft voice that can be hard to hear sometimes & not to mention her accent is also pretty thick so.... that could make it hard too

that one bitch in horror movies who trips during a chase scene

she literally only listens to “oldies but goldies” ( aka songs from the 50s )

i hope this is everything i wanted to include jkdfs tysm for reading about my baby girl !!!!!!! please hmu @ any time to do some chatting or plotting :^)

#slashqs.intro

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roraruu · 5 years

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wip: red

just a lil faye and lukas bonding... a big old wip

Lukas is sent to Ram Village with a mission. The moment he gets there he realizes that it is full of the same nothingness that all other villages in Zofia have. The same decrepit well, sloping hills that crack and brown within this drought, and the drab colours of villager’s outfits, all worn and patched up.

The knight in red is greeted by four villagers—three of the four holding hilts of swords, the last hands itching for a wood axe.

“What should we do?” The one with brown hair says quickly.

“Keep it down Tobe. Act natural.” Another, dressed in green, says with keen determination. The silver haired one beside him holds a thick book, most likely a used tome. There’s a distinct heaviness in the air that lingers. Lukas can feel the hairs on the back of his neck ripple and prick up. A mage, or at least, the makings of one. Lukas thinks.

He offers a thin smile, something to make the villagers feel comfort. He knows the lance on his back is disconcerting. So far south, the poor village had probably not heard of Rigel or the King or the rising war.

So the knight in red would be the bearer of bad tidings. But not before a proper hello and introduction.

“Good afternoon.” He says softly and gently. The mage and the brown and black haired boys rest uneasily against a broken fence. “Would this be Ram Village?” He asks.

“It depends on who’s asking.” The black-haired one says. His hand grazes the hilt of a rusty sword. It’s bad for fighting, but Lukas knows he will use it if need be. “Knights of Zofia aren’t welcome here.”

He notices the last of the crew—a girl with her fingers upon a wood-chopping axe—shift nervously. “I do not serve the country, but instead, her people.” Lukas says. “I am Lukas, with the Deliverance.”

“Never heard of ya.” The brown haired one says. The black haired one shoots him a look and says his name in a warning way.

“I fear it is not the same. I’ve come to beg a boon of Sir Mycen. Would he be here?” He asks soothingly.

“He’s busy at the moment.” Says the girl. Her voice is drags and whines, not quite annoyedly, but more so pulled by something weighing her down.

The black-haired one shoots her a look as he heaves himself off of the broken fence. The other two boys do the same. “You can wait here. Don’t wander though.”

“Of course. Thank you.” Lukas says.

The girl waits for a moment. Lukas moves his hands behind his back, watching as her feet make marks in the dirt. The other three have moved away, closer to the watchtower, keeping a keen gaze on him as they mutter back and forth.

“Why do you need Sir Mycen?”

Her voice is quieter now, but filled with a certain defensiveness that Lukas can understand. “I was sent with intentions to call him to action again.” Lukas says.

The girl’s thin brows furrow, knitting on her forehead. “Like... a ceremony or something?” She asks, muttering that it’s been years since Mycen was honoured.

“Perhaps at the end.” He suggests. “But I do not come with any intent to harm your village.”

“Doesn’t suit noble tastes, huh?” She asks snappily.

Such a sharp tongue for a young girl, he thinks. His lips curve into a smile. “On the contrary, noble tastes would enjoy it, but I am just a backwater noble. I’ve nothing to gain and nothing to give if I made any move on this place.” He says.

“I don’t think my friends would ever let you.” She says. Her eyes trace to the other villagers, two holding their hilts, the other staring with such a focused gaze that Lukas swears he’s throwing daggers. “It would be easier if we knew your name, sir.”

“Lukas.” He repeats softly. “And may I have the lady’s?”

She begins marching back to her friends, most likely ready to give away all she knows. One of her plaits falls over her shoulder as she nods. “Faye.” She says quietly.

Faye, he thinks. A lovely name. He sees the slow movements toward her friends, the quiet hums as she moves towards them eventually accepted into the group. Not long after a green haired boy approaches the group—most likely a friend—and escorts Lukas back to the hovel where Mycen now lives.

***

The march from Ram is gruelling for the young. Before they’re even out of the village, they’re attacked by rogues and Lukas tries to guide the villagers as best as he can. They’re all rearing to go, except maybe Faye, who sticks more towards the back.

Perhaps she isn’t cut out for fighting. Lukas thinks after a battle against bandits. The other three have proven themselves worthy and he suggests to Alm that they select classes.

“What about Faye?” Alm asks while they march. Lukas isn’t that great of an educator, let alone a marker, but with Alm’s guidance he is able to give solid advice on which paths they should follow.

“I haven’t seen her use her weapon once, so I cannot speak to her.” Lukas says with such thought. It’s true. While he did see her fingers itch for a woodcutter’s axe back in the village, she never once drew her sword to fight.

Alm rubs his chin in thought. “She was always very good with the horses back home. Her uncle ran the village’s vineyard for a while, so she has experience with them.” he says. “I think she mentioned that a relative was a pegasus knight or something...”

“And what about the other paths she could follow? Doe she know white magic?” Lukas says. “A healer will be necessary to survive the coming battles.”

The words sober Alm. His eyes widen as he nods. “Right.” He then calls to Faye who hurries towards him with such vigor. Lukas watches as the dim girl brightens quickly with just a few words from him. She agrees to at least try white magic and she walks with Kliff, taking his tome and reading it over and over.

However, theory and practice are two separate things. She is not gentle in the least, grabbing Tobin’s broken arm with such force that he cries out. And when he tends to Gray’s cuts he asks if she’s a healer or a hell-sent fighter. Half her spells do not work on poor Kliff and she ends up using first aid.

The rest of the group breathes a sigh when they meet a cleric in an old shrine. Faye thankfully is able to awaken her, but after that Faye swears off white magic. The battle in the shrine is enough to prove her worth. Lukas ended up being wrong—the girl is incredibly strong and fast, and knocks down brigands critically before her fellow villagers even have a chance to glimpse her way.

The cleric has a different beauty around her. The cleric’s beauty in devotion and modesty and kindness. After she wakes, thanks to Faye’s quick thinking and bare-bones first aid, Silque sets to work checking old wounds and breaks and correcting them with her staff.

It’s long before Lukas can introduce himself. And even then he begins thinking up names for she. But it’s when she is marching with Faye and the latter breaks off to sullenly walk by herself that they are introduced formally.

Silque is bright and cheerful and sweet, offering a hymn or sermon to every woe and pain. Never a sentence leaves her lips that isn’t graced with Mila’s words. Thus, very quietly in the back of his mind, Lukas calls her Mila’s Messenger.

Sometime later, they rescue Lady Clair from the Southern Outpost and Lukas finally feels a sense of comfort in the motley band of villagers he’d recruited. To the eyes of Clair they are not just a handful of villagers, a soldier and a cleric—they are the Deliverance. And that instils a modicum of hope in Lukas.

***

Faye is put on night watch. She sits diligently in front of the fire, listening and watching for any strange people or noises. It’s tiresome, but it’s the duty of her path.

Clair—the pegasus knight—had said there were resources left behind after the liberation of the Outpost, one of which was a workhorse. It was quickly given to Faye, with a set of armour and she was told that she would be blessed at the next shrine. Cavaliers are to be strong and diligent knights, to protect those around them. Besides, it keeps her from sitting with the rest of the villagers who moon over Clair’s allure and mystery.

She thinks of how different the women in the Deliverance are. Silque came from an island and prays to Mila before and after every battle and never breathes a word of bad. She is small and kind and seraph-like in appearance with dark eyes and robes of white. She provides little interest to anyone, except maybe Kliff when she uses her black magic. Faye always turns her head when Silque is about to cast her spells—for such a kindhearted and gentle woman, Mila’s magic is gruesome.

The pegasus knight, Clair, is a door to another world that none of the villagers have ever been through. A world of the sublime, the delicate, the plenty. It’s not that Faye doesn’t get along or doesn’t like Clair—on the contrary, she’s interested in the simplicity of village life and even helped Faye calm her steed when they were first united—it’s more like Clair is unattainable. That she is an ideal that Faye could never become. Someone proud, someone strong, someone ever-so-slightly arrogant. It’s the exact same with Silque, who is soft-spoken, devoted to the Goddess who has deserted her people and gives more than she takes. Faye cannot be either woman; she can only be herself in all her meagre glory.

So while Tobin and Gray listen to Clair’s tales of Zofian high society and Kliff watches Silque guide him through basic white magic, Faye tends to the fire. She is content with sitting by the flames, protecting her friends and love with only a lance that she fumbles with. In truth, she doesn’t mind the solitude that much. It gives her time to write to her family and to Mycen, where ever he is. He always said she’d make a remarkable knight, and that she’d outclass the village boys.

It’s fairly quiet tonight, only the hum of insects and night birds fill the air, and the dying cackle of fire. She hears hooting and hollering and her hands wrap around her lance slowly, listening for footsteps closing in on her.

She brings her lance up and then—

“Ah, it’s just the village girl.”

“She has a name, Python!”

Her grasp loosens on the sword. She lowers herself back against the log. She can see Forsyth, Lukas and Python in the darkness. The latter is draped around his fellow knights’ shoulders in a drunken haze. “Apologies miss Faye.” Forsyth says, shuffling Python along. The smell of alcohol radiates off of them, probably at the tavern. “I was just making sure Python got back safely.”

“Don’t worry about it.” She says, lowering the lance against the ground. The three stop. There’s a few hushed words spoken and Forsyth lumbers away with Python.

“Did Clive assign you to night watch all by yourself?” Lukas asks with a furrowed brow.

She nods. “Everyone else was tired from the day’s march.” She’s not entirely sure it’s true. It may be, it may not be.

“Would you like some company?” He asks. “I doubt it feels good to be up all by yourself.”

Faye glances to the archer and soldier that walk away. “What about your friend?” She asks. “He seems drunker than a skunk.”

“He can wait until the morning for a reprimand.” Lukas says.

It’s enough reason for Faye to slide along the log. She rests the lance on her lap, hands curled tightly around the weapon. Her knuckles go white. Faye doesn’t say anything as Lukas sits across from her. The dying fire separates them as they keep watch, hands on their weapons and avoiding each other’s gazes.

She’s never been one for small talk. Always to the point, always quick. Except maybe with Alm. She’d try to guide him in conversations with flowery words and hopeful tones and flickering glances but he rarely caught on. She doubts she will be different with Lukas, even if he tries to speak.

So instead, she speaks. “I’d like to apologize.”

He peels his gaze from the flames and glances up to her. “Is there one needed?”

“Yes. I was rude when you came into Ram.” She says.

He states at her, the fire making his armour more orange than red. She shudders in the night time chill and summons the cavalier strength in her bones. “I was only doing what I thought best for my village.” She says. “Like Gray said, we don’t like Knights.”

“I do not need nor want your apology.”

She glances up, brow furrowing. She’s ready to give him an earful but he quickly corrects himself. “Had I been in the same situation, I would have acted the same way.” He says. “I did not take any of what you said to heart.”

“Really?” She asks, concerned. He nods.

Then in overwhelming nervousness she bows her head and tightens her fingers around the lance. “Thank you, Lukas.” She says. She doesn’t know why she’s saying it, but she means it, with all her heart. And Lukas only smiles from across the flames, turning his eyes back to his own weapon.

***

Lukas isn’t a good cook. He’s not at all confident in the kitchen, but doesn’t have the heart to tell Clive or Alm. Instead, he tries his best to make something satisfying for everyone. His mental recipe book is thin though, the steward at home had always prepared foods. Still, like everything he does, he tries his best, and prepares for the worst, which comes in form of a smoking cauldron and horrible stench.

Faye is the one to rescue him. She smells the scalding meat and milk first and comes running into the cook tent. The tent flaps flutter in the wind as she runs through the entrance. Lukas is relieved when he sees her face. “Do you want a hand?” She asks.

He nods, thankful for her speedy response. “I’m afraid I’m out of my realm of comfort.” Lukas says softly. He’s never been able to summon forth panic, not even in the worst of situations.

“What were you trying to make?” She asks, looking at the cauldron on the fire pit.

“Stew.” He says as she looks it over again. Using the edge of her apron—she stills wears her village clothes when they rest, it gives her some respite—she picks up the cauldron and hauls it off the fire.

“Have you cooked before in your life?” She barks. She shakes her head, murmuring a swift apology. “You usually have to cook the meat before.”

“I’ve only made it once prior. The recipe is rusty in my mind.”

“All right. I’m here now.” Faye says. She finds some vegetables from their pantry packs and orders him to chop them while she salvages the stew, searing the meat in a separate pan and using the bones to make stock.

“How long have you been cooking for?” He asks, glancing her way as they cook. In a flash she’d rolled up her sleeves and tied up her hair.

“Since I was little. Some fifteen years.” She says simply. “I hope you don’t mind but I’m using my Nana’s recipe.”

“Not at all. It must be good if you trust it so.” Lukas says.

It earns a thin smile from her as she turns the meat. It squeals in the pan. “She’d surely blush if she were here now.” She says more to herself than to him. He focuses on cutting vegetables and once again, like at the camp fire, they work in silence.

The soup is ready within the half hour. Together, Lukas and Faye set the cauldron onto the hook over the fire. She sets a wooden spoon in the pot. “Stir it every few minutes so it doesn’t stick.” Faye instructs, firm as a school teacher.

“Thank you for saving our supper.” He says. “I appreciate your help.”

Faye nods. “It’s no problem.” She says.

The compliments fall in at supper, everyone praising Lukas’ cooking skills. Even Faye says that he has promise. The bottom of the pot is scraped clean and their bellies are full for once. Silently, as they’re gathering tin dishes and tainted silver forks, Lukas thanks Faye.

***

The Deliverance is celebrated when they reach Zofia castle. It’s loud and bustling, with wine flowing like the rivers and gold to spare. The castle, a sign of Zofia’s pride and heart, is returned to her people.

Clive encourages everyone to take in this moment, enjoy it and savour it’s every minuscule benefit; but for Lukas, it reminds him too much of the dances and cotillions he wished to flee back home. Instead, he slinks away to the armoury where their weapons have been thrown.

There’s a light in the dim room, illuminating a cavalier’s shadow. He sees an iron lance and then a tin of wax. Her head is bent, her pigtails over her shoulder as she rubs wax into her lance’s tip.

“I didn’t realize someone else was here.” He says quietly. “Good evening, Faye.”

She glances up, quickly stiffening. “Hi Lukas.” She says.

“You’re not upstairs with the others. I would have thought you’d like to explore the castle.” He says. “Or attend the dance at least.”

She shakes her head, turning back to her lance. She rubs the rag down the blade. “I wanted to make sure everyone’s weapons were ready when we march again.” She says. There’s a small pile of shiny, freshly-waxed weapons on a tarp beside her, and a few lances, swords and shields on the ground at her feet. “You never know when we’ll be hit.”

“That’s very diligent of you.” He says. “Would you like a hand?”

“I thought you would like to see the castle again.” She shoots back. “Or attend the dance.”

Lukas smirks thinly. “I wanted to make sure we were ready to march too.” Lowly, he adds. “Besides, I’m not that great a dancer.”

Faye stares at him for a moment. Slowly, she slides along on the brickwork, moving her cleaned pile aside. She hands him a rag and puts the wax between the two of them. They work in silence, the hum of the dance above their heads.

***

Lukas finds a book, just something from Kliff. It’s a nice distraction in the night when he is with a wrenching and moaning Python; but nothing that he would reach outward after battles. Such time is precious and spent training or resting or helping around their camps

Faye is sewing when he sits down by the fire with his book. First it’s in silence but slowly, she begins to ask questions when she moves through torn sheets and ripped leggings. “What’s the book about?” She asks, not looking up from her stitching.

“Horticulture.” He says. Her dark eyes flicker up in confusion. “Flowers and gardens and the like.”

“Why would you want to read about that?” Faye asks. “There’s flowers everywhere in Zofia.”

“I just wanted something to pass the time.”

Faye’s voice breaks again. “Do you enjoy flowers?” She asks.

He nods. “They’re beautiful. Wildflowers especially.” He says. “Our nobility could never properly cultivate them.”

“We have all sorts in Ram.” She says quietly, like she’s ashamed of her home in front of a nobleman. It’s more emotion than he’d ever received from her before.

He shifts closer to her, resting the leather cover against his knees. Her eyes flicker to the pages. “Do you recognize any?” He asks.

Her fingers slip from underneath the sheet she’s stitching. “Foxglove, Anne’s lace, forget me nots, violets...“ One of her long, dainty fingers trace the page. “Every one is in Ram.”

“Are you a lover of flowers?” He asks.

“I have a garden back home.” She quickly corrects herself with a hard brow. “My parents do. I just water it from time to time.”

And then, surprising him more than the enemy on the field, she turns back to her work. “One day I’ll send you some.” She says, looking out from the side of her eye.

“Or I could visit your village again. And see them myself.”

Her attention goes back to her thread and needle and his eyes return to the page.

***

Faye’s steed bucks her off. She hits her head and retches into the mud while training with Mathilda. Lukas is there to take her back to the infirmary while Mathilda calms her steed.

“Take her to Silque.” Mathilda orders. He obliges as soon as the words leave her lips.

He holds our his arm to Faye, as though they’re about to dance or walk leisurely around the courtyard of his childhood home. But they are not in Zofia, and she is nothing more than a villager in a knight’s garb. Yet she takes his arm, clutches onto it with a fierce hold and stumbles along.

The entire time the cavalier looks at him with a strange and bewildered gaze. She almost falls into him, and he ends up carrying her back to the medical tent, bridal style. He gains a few eyes but none are scarring as hers. Dazed and dark and staring up at him glassily.

“Lukas,” She says when Silque says it will be a moment. She’s seated on a stool, a basin close in case she retches again.

“Yes Faye?” He’s concerned and tender.

“I understand why everyone says you’re not bad to look at.” She says without a blush. She’s serious, not chittering like a milkmaid or smirking like a noblewoman. She’s confused more than anything. “You’re very handsome.”

He feels a shiver down his spine. Usually there’s be a giggle following, or something to suggest flirting. But it’s stone cold truth. “You’re actually really handsome.” She says louder, more clearer, as if he was hard of hearing.

“Thank you Faye.” He says with a nod. He’s grateful, truly. After all, the girls who’d said that before would giggle and smile and act like children after the words left their lips. But Faye is different. It’s most definitely due to the concussion—not even to Alm had she been this candid—she was demure had the makings of a noble lady, given the time and care and—

He finds himself saying it without thinking. “You’re quite beautiful yourself.” He says softly.

She doesn’t flush, nor cower back. Instead she stares at him with such confusion and exasperation that silences the both of them until Silque gingerly took Faye by the hands and led her behind a veiled curtain to treat her.

When she returns, she’s bright eyed and giddy to get back to the training grounds. Silque has to touch her arm. “Sir Lukas brought you back,” she says in such a calm and motherly tone, as if reminding her like a mother would to a selfish child.

“Oh.” Faye breathes. She offers a polite curtsey—something Mathilda taught her most likely—and a bow of her head. “Thank you Sir Lukas.”

Another shiver trails down his spine. Not at the addition of ‘Sir’ to his name, something to discredit all the gentle goodness he had given Faye. Not even for the curtsey and the nod that sent the fragrance of soft flowers her way. But for the fact that there was no flush on her cheeks or embarrassment from having told him he was handsome, and that he, having thought he was cold and indifferent to adoration, felt heat up the creases of his ears and across his face.

#ru writes #fanfiction #fire emblem echoes #lukas #faye #wip #pls forgive me i was playign fetch with my cat and STOPPED THAT TO POST THIS BC IM ON A LUKAS KCIK HES A HUNK!!!!

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uhhclementine-blog · 5 years

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* minecraft villager noise * —- hello , hello folks !! my name is amanda ( 19 & she/they ) and dfgksdfhgsd …. let me tell y’all now how excited I am to be in this group. I can’t wait to meet everyone + your charas !! but anyway …….. I bring to you a very soft n southern cookie, clementine ! there’s info + some wanted connections under the cut :~)

☾ ↪ kathryn newton, female, 21, she/her. ／ ❛ have you heard from CLEMENTINE DUNAWAY lately ？ yeah, the TWENTY-ONE year old FREELANCE ARTIST. pretty sure they’ve been here ALL HER LIFE, and from what i’ve heard, CLEM can be kind of INTROVERTED & CLUMSY, but i caught them on a good day once, and they were pretty EMPATHETIC & SINCERE. i’m probably overthinking it, but given all the crazy shit around here, i hope they’re okay. maybe they’re watching their favorite scary movie, i heard it’s A QUIET PLACE.

details…

view her pinterest

lady bugs landing on your clothes, rosy cheeks, rainbow shoelaces, feeling sad about leaving your dog home alone, fairy lights, thick southern accents, poofy hair, tear-soaked pillows, sweat dropping down your forehead, looking at old photo albums which inevitably leads to crying . . .

owning not a single piece of black clothing ( other than undergarments ), flowy dresses, mom jeans, mesh accessory shirts, white tights, fuzzy socks, graphic tees, mother’s necklace, multicoloured scrunchies, pearl earrings, boots paired with a dress, bralettes, heart-shaped sunglasses.

character…

positive: kindhearted, empathetic, humorous

negative: clumsy, quiet, introverted

bisexual | hufflepuff | infp | virgo

+ : nurturing, trying to get out of her shell, good kisser

-- : forgives too easily, too trusting of others, quickly distracted

important info…

was born to william and elizabeth dunaway : former farmers who moved to holloway for a change...... and boy, did they get an unexpected one

her mother was one of the original hollowman’s victims & although she was only a baby when that happened, the death effected the dunaway family greatly

started drawing when her grandmother ( actually a locally well-known artist ) gave her a drawing kit when she was 12. she absolutely fell in love with it

having grown up without her mother; things were quite tough for dear clementine. she had to learn everything from her english teacher, ms. venezuela. periods, shaving, romance troubles . . . .

her father gifted clementine with her mother’s necklace. every since then ( 4 years to be exact ), she has refused to take it off

an absolute klutz omfg. she is 100% that Bitch who trips during a chase scene and that doesn’t look to good for her, esp with the hollowman here

she ! is ! terrified & panicked !! about the possible return of her mother’s killer. she's literally so afraid of becoming just a number; just a victim of a crazed murderer

has the thickest southern accent DFJKGHSD & she loves calling people lil nicknames like; darlin’, shug / sugar, pumpkin ..

wanted connections…

someone ! to ! keep ! her ! calm !!!!! ---- especially because she doesn’t want to end up like her mother ( even tho..................... that’s inevitable )

friends : best friends, close friends, childhood friends, sibling-figures, bad influence

enemies : frenemies, rival artists, bully / someone who picks on her, fake friends

romantic : current partner, exes on good or bad terms, unrequited love, first love/kiss

other: family friend / someone who was close with her mother ??, frequent customer of hers

literally anything

i hope this is everything i wanted to include jkdfs tysm for reading about my baby girl !!!!!!! please hmu @ any time to do some chatting or plotting :^)

#hollowfm.intro #eEe

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boofmont · 5 years

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- ̗̀ * ( liana liberato + cisfemale + she/her ) have you seen ( saige beaumont ) walking around campus ? they are a ( 20 ) year old, studying ( linguistics + criminal psychology ). we hear they are in ( theta sigma eta ), and can be ( passionate & irrational ), maybe it’s because they are a ( cancer ). they sort of remind us of ( drunk stick n' pokes at 2am, avoiding cracks in the sidewalk, the familiar riff of an old song ), maybe we can find out more ! ( jamesy the fool + 20 + EST + she/they ) * ̖́- + newspaper photographer, campus tour, swim

lmao hi here’s my final baby she is the love of my life i’ve known her for 8 years i think and she’s come a long way sdfkgh please love her as much as i love her. if i was fictionkin i’d identify solely with her (and she’s not even a self insert ! wow !) **IM STILL ON HAITUS UNTIL MONDAY BUT I HAD THIS READY TO GO LMAO**

TW: ALCOHOLISM, DRUG ABUSE? MENTIONS.

gen. info

full name: saige alouette beaumont

nickname(s): she...doesn’t have any in this timeline but PLEASE, she LOVES nicknames. she’s a nickname slut.

b.o.d. - july 7th, 20 whole yrs old.

label(s): the hedonist, the icarcian, the reveler, etc. etc.

height: 5′7″ thank u very much !!

hometown: thibodaux, louisiana

sexuality: firstly when aren’t my babies bi as FUCK (minus aster). but she also prefers masc-presenting folks

biography

the only child of a world renown fashion designer named manon lévêsque (surname kept b/c Branding) and US lieutenant general robert beaumont

manon’s brand is like...on the level of chanel, and dior, and shit, y’know??

manon’s...obv french, very french. born n raised in france.

robert beaumont comes from a very southern family, all located in louisana. also french, just more...american.

they’re fucking loaded

saige’s childhood wasn’t the...Usual, childhood. they moved around a lot as due to both of her parents’ jobs. (’cos robert wasn’t ALWAYS a 4-star army man smh)

the longest they’ve rly stayed in one place (minus saige’s ucla yrs) is like...two yrs, tops ??

due 2 that she didn’t rly make...a lotta friends?

but when she DID , it was always the most interesting ppl she could find

but her parents were always SUPER strict

it was like they came together purely to mold the perfect child

like, they controlled where she went! what she wore! who she interacted with! what she watched or read or listened to!

she’d have bodyguards on her when her parents were busy, not nannies

she was taught all the proper things ladies were to learn, like cooking and sewing and ballroom dancing, and more

she was also taught how to drop a man to his knees in less than 10 seconds and how to shoot a gun, but that was it in terms of self defense skdfgh

eventually saige got bored with a life of being carefully watched and attending military balls and fashion runways

how do u surround a girl w/ so much culture and expect her to not want to experience life for what it is?

she learned how to dodge guards in order to go canoeing in the full moon with strangers she’d met five hrs prior, and how to blend in at festivals filled with throat-melting sweet drinks

she almost landed in a tabloid at the age of 15 for sneaking out w/ a boy three years older and her parents paid a lot of money to hide it.

no matter how much they tried to keep her rooted, saige always found a way to bend the rules and escape her lil golden cage

like they even had her homeschooled w/ the best tutors one could pay for n she still yeeted tf out whenever she could

born for the party life t b h

they decided that the best course of action to deal w/ her was to finally keep her in one place so they p much made her go to ucla lmao

homegirl did NOT want to go at first, just ‘cos she HATES being rooted to one place, is used to traveling the world and seeing shit and learning other cultures n shit, y’know ??

but then she joined theta sigma eta lmao n the parties ??

fucking amazing

it didn’t take a lot for her to be convinced to stay, esp ‘cos her parents didn’t quite realize...how big the party scene is

(not like they could’ve sent her to like...harvard or smth...homegirl’s smart but not THAT smart lmaooo)

unfortunately, saige has piss poor self control; and this was too much freedom for her. she was being Too Wild

anyWays the summer before her current year (i ... think she’s a sophomore ?) she went to a particularly wild party and somehow ended up at one of her mother’s collection launch parties w/ a pal of hers !!

and she totally embarrassed her mom !! in front of everybody !! being lil’ ol drunk n freshly 20 yr old !

after that saige was NOT welcomed at home (wherever home was, at the moment, that is). she wasn’t DISOWNED ‘cos that’d be HORRIBLE for the press n god, imagine the media ?? it would worsen it all

but she wasn’t allowed at home. wasn’t allowed with them. wasn’t allowed to see them unless at events they specifically ordered her to come to for press reasons

doesn’t really...know where she’s going to go in the summer ‘cos the summer she Fucked Up she lived out of hotel suites and friend’s couches. n like yeah she can just Buy a place or smth but ?? commitment ?? adult decisions ?? christ !

nobody knows her parents have essentially kicked her tf out and aren’t even talkin’ to her, ‘cos homegirl’s ashamed

it isn’t rly hard to hide it tho ‘cos her parents still give her a shit ton of money LMAO rich privilege

but it can’t fix how absolutely hurt she is

the alcohol , however, COULD

started partying more, and more intensely, and didn’t stop when the parties did

alcohol became part of her diet.

irish cream in her mornin’ coffee, coke n rum at lunch, vodka and like...23 packets of crystal lite in her hydro flask during lectures

without alcohol, she suffers terrible withdraws and those turn her into a completely different person

noBoDy KnoWs

or if they do, they don’t realize the extent of it! just how bad it is! ‘cos she’s a big ol’ faker

she’s fine it’s FINE

personality

i actually have...traits i’ve written for her

positive traits:

kindhearted, optimistic, energetic, dreamy, charismatic, intelligent (to...a degree, lmao), active, charismatic, sympathetic, amiable

negative traits:

naive, dumb (to...a degree, double lmao), self-destructive, spiteful, stubborn, defensive, inattentive, unstable, loud, reckless

but ANYWAYS

if she wants to do smth, she’ll do it

there’s no way to talk her outta whatever she has set in her mind, even if it’s fucking STUPID

‘cos she’s stupid and we love her for it

uuuUuUuUuUUUUhh

she’s a vegetarian, loves animals too much 2 do it

has adhd but she’s not medicated ‘cos her parents suck n young girls r always severely under diagnosed ‘cos doctors also suck

she’s allergic to cats, pumpkins, and penicillin

loves cats

she does her own stick n’ pokes, n will do ur stick n�� pokes if u ask. Loves doin ‘em, but she can’t draw for shit LMAO

however ! she does play three instruments:

piano, violin, n bass guitar

hates piano w/ a burning passion ‘cos she was p much forced to learn. thinks violin is lit as fuck. bass guitar? her fav thing ever. did it as an act of rebellion.

also, even tho she’s just....a whole ass dumbass, she knows like...four languages

yes including english

anyways she knows uUUuUH french, spanish, n latin (for funsies)

is also learning mandarin, german, n irish gaelic (for funsies)

is a big language slut, essentially

and a uh...slut in general

like she just rly loves everybody

she’s SUPER friendly, super confident, like...the best gal to know, ‘cos she’s got sm energy n if u don’t talk a lot ? that’s fine ! she’ll talk for u ! even if u don’t ask her to !

but yes she’s not like EASY but she’s easy

she’s had a few short-term relationships and even fewer long-term relationships

and she doesn’t ! have commitment issues !

doesn’t like getting hurt but also ! she will fall in love w/ anybody !

(i’m kidding every time i’ve ever played her in all my years she’s always, always attracted to like...grumpy tough ppl. that’s her type. do u sell drugs? she loves u. do u get into pointless fights and have constantly bruised knuckles? she loves u. did u sell ur soul to the devil? oh, she rly does love u.)

actually thinks rly low of herself but would NEVER let ANYBODY know that ‘cos god forbid

just keep smilin’ :)

probably uses finger guns

skateboards into EVERYTHING she’s fucking CLUMSY and stupid

will wear gucci on top of her thrift finds (stop going to goodwill if ur nearly a billionaire u dumbass)

that being said she’s not always........aware? she’s not shallow but she’s kind of just...she’ll throw her money at u if u can’t afford smth, and like...doesn’t know how taxes work? and also...doesn’t know how poor ppl go on living?

like she’s highly dependent on her money

she has three fucking cars ‘cos she just thought they were PRETTY

one’s a pick up truck w/ LED lights, one’s the literal car from the princess diaries, and the other’s just a real fast sports car

totally does illegal street racing but ? only sometimes ? mostly for funsies rly doesn’t care abt money at all LMAO

she’s...not very independent

she’s got an addictive personality, y’see?

does MANY drugs, like mdma (ecstasy? molly?), coke, shrooms, acid, the marijuanas. i think that’s it.

a lil bit of a cokehead but only at parties okay uwu

idk how but she always manages to be laidback and yet also super energized at the same time. she just truly, does not give a single shit

also i said she was dumb earlier and like...TRUE

excels at english, history, etc. etc.

but as soon as math or science is involved? fart noise

bad shit

hate it

she can’t focus on shit she doesn’t like so like...that doesn’t help

in other news, she can be best described as a DRUNK TINKERBELL

as she was originally a pixie. it’s suiting

she’s ... almost ethereal

will tease u. will act like she’s known u for years. this is normal for saige.

she’s just rly BUBBLY and FUN okay ! pls love her

like pretty please

she’s my best muse by far and i’ve been rping since 2010

OH okay so like fun fact: her mother still sends her pieces that she hasn’t released yet so saige’s closet is filled w/ clothes she will nvr wear ‘cos she refuses to in order to Spite her Mother

also will GIVE these EXCLUSIVE UNreleased articles of clothing to her FRIENDS as GIFTS as a big FUCK U to the MAN (mom)

she’s just a dumbass

wanted connections

ok so gimme a blackmailer who knows abt saige’s like...issues, n instead of tryn to help her they use it to their advantage to get whatever they want from her :^)

also a TUTOR ‘cos she’s stupid in math n science

party pals like do i even have to explain

childhood friend(s) or like...acquaintances ?? she’s traveled for so long

da PLUG gimme her DEALER

ex boyfriend(s) - she loves ppl, sometimes too much. were they in love? maybe not. did she get bored? did he? who knows?

i mean same applies to girlfriends

just ?? a dude who has completely caught her attention. saige finds him SO INTERESTING for some fucking reason. reminds her of travelling, reminds her of her years of exploring. reminds her of a lotta things, rly. he might b a good person. or ! he might not !

random hookups - past ? present ? fwbs ? one night stands ? i’ll take them all !

best friend - y’know. her ride or die. celeste. i mean there can b another, but celeste. try n compete w/ celeste.

other close friends!

fake friends!

frenemies!

(also am a big slut for the on-and-off relationships where theyre both horrible for each other n it’s not.. Good , but they can’t stop ! they won’t stop ! it’s not abusive but it’s toxic just ‘cos they’re both fucking enablers smh breaking up n getting back together all the time)

bad influence ? good influence ?

roommates ??

#uclas:intro #i hope this formats right on mobile lmao #anyways gimme a like n i’ll hit u up #eventually

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ichibri · 6 years

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@supernovaecastaway Okay, here's a bit (or a lot, oops) about my wip novel "Prince of Hell" that's I've been developing for 7ish years now. But first, just a heads up that there's lots of dark themes in it including: murder, suicide, self-harm, torture, abuse, sexual assault, mentions of pedophilia, etc. It's about hell and demons, folks, so it's not always so pretty. Also, lots of religious/mythology undertones. Okay, warnings aside, here we go. Under the cut cause it got long

There are three separate, parallel planes that make up this world - Heaven, Earth, and Hell. They're all connected by one ruler, that being whoever possesses the Tablets of Destiny. Currently that's the Almighty (God, pretty much. But because every person has different beliefs and views them differently, the Almighty goes by many names and takes many forms, pretty much whatever name/form the person looking at them believes in). And then we have Lucifer who rules Hell and is plotting to steal the Tablets to gain control of Heaven and Earth, because he's power hungry and is sick of having to bow to the Almighty and their archangels. But the story doesn't actually focus on Lucifer. His plotting is from the background and slowly builds until it collides with the main character's story (which I'll get to). Okay, but world building. So Heaven and Hell are built on death and sin. Everyone dies and everyone has sin. Even the tiniest baby and the sweetest old lady have sin. So everyone is punished. Whether they lived a godly life or have blood-stained hands, their journey of death starts in the bottom layers of Hell (There's 10 layers altogether. The top 3 are residential/agricultural/livable layers, but the bottom 7 are various levels of punishment). The greater the sin, the harsher the punishment (torture, pretty much). And the whole idea is that the human souls must ascend through the layers of punishment while keeping their souls intact. Once their penance is payed, they're allowed into Heaven as angels and given a chance at reincarnation if they so choose. But if their soul breaks down under the torture, they mutate into beasts and become demons that are stuck in Hell (and if they're devoured by other demons, it's over for them. They die die and their soul doesn't get to return to Earth). The whole idea of the punishment system is to reward the good and ensure "pure" souls continue the cycle of life by eventually returning to Earth. But that system is greatly flawed. Because it doesn't judge goodness. It judges how strong someone's soul is. For instance, a child's greatest sin could be stealing a candy bar from a store. That's about a level 2 punishment. But their soul is young and fragile and more easily broken. So they end up in Hell. Whereas a serial killer could have a soul of steel. They are so unbreakable in their depraved ideals that they survive the punishment and are given sanctuary in Heaven. And in most (if not all) modern religions, the greatest sin someone can commit is suicide. So level 7 punishment - the harshest, practically unsurvivable torture - is reserved for the souls who are already vulnerable. It's a flawed, rigged system, and it leads to lots of morally gray characters. And as the main chara finds out throughout the story, nothing is as black and white as it seems. Okay, gonna move on to the main five characters cause I could babble forever about the structures of Hell and Heaven, basically yeah, Hell isn't all bad and Heaven isn't rainbows and unicorns. Some would argue, they'd prefer Hell.

Angelo

Our main character. Nicknamed Angel by Pantera as a rude joke that eventually sticks and turns into a term of endearment. He's a human who didn't actually die, per se. One night, he and a buddy (Ryan, his crush) got drunk at a college party, and because Ryan was far more wasted, Angelo was the one to drive them home. Only, it was icy and snowing and they crashed. Ryan was dead on impact, and in his guilt, Angelo begged to trade his life for Ryan's. Normally, that wouldn't be enough to summon a demon, but it was the night of the December solstice (one of the days - along with Walpurgis Night, Halloween, and the solstices and equinoxes - in which demons can freely cross into Earth).

So Angelo sells his soul to a demon and he's taken to Hell to be auctioned off (Souls are mainly seen as pets/property in Hell, a luxury as well because the contracted souls never go through punishment. They're often used for "entertainment" or labor or plain old devouring). Angelo was on the fast track to being a warty old frog demon's toy before Prince Ian swooped in and quietly saved his ass.

Thus begins Angelo's everyday life in Hell, and he slowly discovers the demons around him aren't as scary and cruel as he expected they'd be.

And he's got a plot line of growth where he realizes he probably shouldn't have thrown his life away for Ryan (because Ryan wouldn't have done the same for him, which he finds out when he uses an oracle pool to check up on Ryan). He gradually finds that love he was looking for in Ian. They have one of those relationships were they start as friends and then they see the other doing something utterly mundane and think "god, I'm in love with him."

Prince Ian

One of Lucifer's chosen heirs (There's 50 altogether. They work in the punishment levels and are encouraged to devour and fight among themselves so that only the strongest survive. If one dies, they're quickly replaced with another demon. It all ties in with Lucifer's secret plotting to steal the Tablets).

I'm gonna be honest. His human name is Ian, but it's not what he goes by cause he doesn't remember his name/past life (which is common for newborn demons. As they devour souls and each other, they lose their beastly instincts and slowly remember themselves and their humanity, and their physical forms get less beastly and more humanoid too). Except he's not newborn. He was a contracted soul like Angelo, but Lucifer put him through the tortures of Hell to break him and mold him into a stronger general. Didn't really work. Pretty much just gave him anxiety, depression, and daddy issues.

But anyway, yeah, his original name was Prince Neko (I know, cringe. I was a much bigger dweeb in my early hs years when I first started working on this story). Ian is the character I've been overhauling the most, so I haven't picked a new name for him yet. But it'll probably still be cringy and cat related somehow, cause his demon form closely resembles a cat (again, he's getting redesigned, so nothing about his look is really set in stone yet), and Lucifer is the one who named him, and well, Lucifer is a dickbag. Like major pile of useless old dicks. [Edit - his new name is Kotě and yeah, he’s still got a cat design]

Anyway, Ian's story arc is pretty much about him trying to remember who he is and finding proof of his past, most recent life. Because Lucifer pretty much has him brainwashed into thinking he was this cruel, ruthless, bloodthirsty person. And although we see none of that in Ian's character (he's a soft, kindhearted soul), he's so lost as to who he is that he believes anything Lucifer tells him (he's got a stockholmy relationship with Lucifer).

Jagger

Femme nonbinary. In a polyamorous relationship with Murciélago and Pantera. Ian's attandant (similar to Angelo, Jagger was saved by Ian. As a newborn demon, they were almost devoured. Ian saved them, and they've been together ever since). Very stoic and loyal. One glare from them can shut up the nastiest of demons. But their bark is bigger than their bite. They're more of a 'knowledge is power' person than a 'punch first and ask questions later' person. They'd rather avoid and strategically retreat from physically combative situations than start a brawl in the streets.

Jagger's sin was murder. They killed their mother. They were already an adult when the incident happened, living and working on their own. They came home for a visit and noticed their little sister (like a 15yr age gap between them, so lil sis is about 12) was acting strangely. She was quiet, reserved, and flinchy where Jagger knew her to be this really cheerful and bubbly little kid. Jagger had a gut feeling something was wrong, so they starting coming around more often, dropping by unannounced to check in. And on one of those visits, they walk in on their mother beating their sister within an inch of her life, and Jagger grabs a kitchen knife and fights off their mom, eventually killing her. Jagger never knew their mom to be violent (she wasn't loving, but she never raised a hand to Jagger) so Jagger curses themself for not noticing sooner and for distancing themself in adulthood. Long story short, the lil sis went off to live happily with an aunt and uncle and Jagger was killed a short few weeks later in a prison brawl. Hence why Jagger would rather avoid altercations altogether, because they regret not getting to live out a life with their lil sis.

Jagger's character design is still up in the air. They're one that's getting a major makeover, so all I've decided on in is they're gonna be more beastly than I originally intended (sue me, Ima a monster fucker now, hs me would probs be appalled). [Edit - lol, yeahh did I say beastly?? More like furry, oops. They’re design is now based on a honey badger, so they maybe appear soft and cuddly, but when they bare their teeth, they’re quite rabid]

Prince Murciélago

Surprise, surprise, he's a bat demon. Nicknamed Ciel. But Pantera calls him Mercy (it's a sexual innuendo & others assume it's because Ciel begs for mercy in the bedroom but really, Pantera's the one doing the begging). He's pretty quiet and reserved, doesn't really stand out other than, you know, giant ass bat wings. But he comes off as lanky and frail, and physically, he is. But mentally, he's the one everyone comes to for comfort. He's the one dishing out heartfelt advice and a shoulder to cry on and the very best hugs.

And considering his sin was suicide, he's come a long way from the newborn demon who was broken and just looking for someone stronger to devour him (it was Pantera who he came across, and well, Pantera is a rough guy but he's not cruel. And long backstory short, Pantera and Jagger brought Ciel into their relationship and it become the 3 of them). As a human, Ciel was a poor rural farmer without much to his name. He struggled with depression and eventually decided to end his life by ingesting crop pesticides. But now, after finding a family with not only Jagger and Pantera, but also Ian and the rest of Pantera's faction (more on factions in a bit), Ciel is the mental strength of the group. And more often than not, he's the backbone holding everyone up.

Prince Pantera

My main squeeze, my man, the love of my life! And also the most quietly tragic character in the story (of course). Nicknamed Tera. Of the main five, he's been in Hell the longest (died the youngest tho). His design is based around a black panther. He's broad, hulking, just this crude, big buff burly beast of a dude. [Edit - his beef had been cut back a bit, lol. Imagine a Shiro-level of buffness. Broad shoulders, dorito-like, still beefy but not like muscle-head beefy] He's the muscle of the group, but surprisingly, he's not good in fights. Kinda sucks at them actually. He just knows how to take a punch so he ends up outlasting his opponents with stamina. But also gets the shit beat out of him along the way.

And okay, to understand most of his character and decisions, you have to know his human life (thus he comes off as a sketchy, ruthless and rather heartless guy at first). Pantera's sin was murder, and he was only 17. He was the eldest son of a single mother, and he had 2 little sisters and a little brother (ages between 7-10). After his father died, his mother remarried in order to keep the family afloat and have a breadwinner in the family (gotta remember, Pantera lived in an older era where woman stayed at home to raise the family). Anyway, his step-father was scum, downright fucking evil and deserved the torture kill that Pantera gave him. Because Pantera found out his step-father was molesting his younger siblings. His mother couldn't do anything to protect them, so Pantera took it into his own hands. And he tortured the guy. There's a scene where he's talking to Angelo about what humans consider sins to be (like being gay is a sin) and Pantera just says, "I'm not here cause I like to suck dick. I'm here cause I cut one off." So yeah, his sin was murdering his step-father. And a couple days after, Pantera was hunted down and killed by his step-father's gang of friends.

So now, Pantera's role is protector. He protects his found family, he protects the weak, he protects those who cannot fight for themselves. And he has no qualms about getting dirty and staining his hands in blood to do so. But there's more to his protection than just fighting and killing (altho, he's stationed in the level of Hell that rapists and pedos go to, and Pantera makes sure none of them get out of alive. When he fails to break one of their souls, he falls into this dark depression and those are days where Ciel becomes the backbone that supports Pantera the Protector).

But yeah, remember when I said Lucifer was a bag of dicks? He's downright scum. Lucifer comes off as this open minded, super accepting ruler of "be whoever you want to be". But there are no boundaries to that. Wanna be a rapist? Lucifer has no qualms with that, cause he is too. Wanna kill every soul you come across? Go for it, no one's gonna stop you. And when Lucifer wants something, he gets it. He's known to prey upon his heirs and take them to bed whether they want to or not. Pantera's experienced it and has heard gruesome tales from other heirs. So Pantera's protections extend to protecting Ian and Ciel from Lucifer's sexual appetite. Meaning Pantera takes their place. It's one of many deals he has with Lucifer, because Pantera would rather he suffer and be hurt than to allow anyone he loves to go through it again.

But those deals he has with Lucifer are hidden. Because he has lots of other deals where the nasty, cruel jobs meant for Ciel, Ian, or other weaker heirs are given to him instead. He also has one where he became Lucifer's dog to ensure his siblings souls didn't go through punishment and got a fast track to Heaven (despite knowing that meant he would never get the chance to see them again). So there are scenes where Angelo believes Tera is betraying the group because he sees the two in hushed and/or suggestive conversations, but it's really just Pantera making sure his family remains safe and whole, even if that means sacrificing himself to keep it that way. And okay, I could go on forever about Pantera and how much he's willing to give up for his family, but on to the factions of Hell.

Factions

There are 3 main factions among the heirs. The leaders are Pantera, Toro, and Anzu. (Lucifer names his heirs, it's part of breaking them down to groom them into his generals. And only the strongest generals inherit the names of old (like Anzu, Azazel, Bahamut, etc.)).

Pantera's and Anzu's factions are constantly at each other throats, because Pantera's believes in the strong protecting the weak because everyone, regardless of status or power, deserves to live a peaceful life. They believe in helping your fellow demon and giving to those that need it. And his faction isn't afraid to get their hands dirty to protect those beliefs and ensure the safety of all.

But Anzu's faction follows Lucifer's belief, but to an even more extreme. They believe in the strong conquering the weak and taking whatever they want. They thrive off chaos and cruelty. They prey on anyone who's vulnerable, including members of their own faction. Think of them like the people in The Purge movies who go out and murder everyone instead of just getting a months worth of free groceries.

Lastly, there's Toro's faction. They are neutral. Their belief is every demon for themself, they don't really care unless it personally affects them. Mainly, they just want to remain out of the cross-hairs of the power struggle between Pantera and Anzu. But when push eventually comes to shove, most chose to align themselves with Pantera's faction.

And the factions eventually play a role in Lucifer trying to steal the Tablets. Which is why Lucifer tends to fan the flames between them, because again, he greatly encourages in-fighting to assure only his strongest generals remain at his side. But the split of the factions will determine whether he succeeds, because lets be honest, Pantera would rather hand control of Hell over to an archangel (he hates archangels okay, they treat demons like garbage even though most the archangels have worse sins than the demons) than let Lucifer rule the entirety of their three worlds.

And okay, bonus character!

Princess Zaba

That’s her as a little clay charm I made. She’s a tiny little dart frog demon (like only 2cm tall). She wears cloaks that Ciel makes for her, and she lives in a little vivarium made up like a dollhouse. Her sin was suicide. She felt her existence didn’t matter, and now she’s so small that most demons don’t even notice her. She covers up her insecurities with sarcasm though, and is close friends with the main five (especially Pantera). She likes riding around in their pockets.

And okay, that’s all for now, lol. It’s long enough, and honestly, I had a hard time congesting it to just this. Cause trust me, I could on and on about this story and it’s characters for hours. I just love them so much.

#my writing #my characters #listen this project is my baby #and after wpwt is done I'll be focusing on this and my other original centaur novel

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Two Kings ~ Gramander

Anon: prompt: Kings Gramander with loyal protective Auror Knights. King Percy is a fierce protector of his kingdom and subjects, and King Newt is a kindhearted lil cinnamon roll how helps anyone in need. And maybe Grindlewald is a disgraced Lord or evil visiting King who poisons King Newt and his husband Percy is distraught and unwilling to leave his side until he is better. When Grindlewald is found the kingdom demands a severe punishment for hurting their beloved King Newt.

“It is a pleasure to have you here, Lord Grindelwald. While you’re here our home is your home, please make yourself comfortable. Sir. Abernathy will show you to your living quarters.” King Percival greets the new castle guest, motioning Sir. Abernathy over to show the Lord to his chambers.

The English weren’t all too happy about their King marrying an American King. All know that the English and the Americans have never been the best of friends, so Percival had invited a few high Lords to his castle in the US in the hopes of making a proper alliance.

“Lady Goldstein,” he calls to the brunette sister, taking the heavy crown from his head and placing it on it’s pedestal beside his throne, “Will you please find King Newton and tell him our last guest has arrived. Supper will be ready shortly.” He tells her as he stands from his chair and adjusts his cloak.

“Of course, Your Grace.” Lady Goldstein bows her head and then scampers off to find his husband. No doubt he was outside with the dogs, he always seemed to pay more attention to them animals than he did to his duty. But Percival didn’t mind, he wouldn’t be his Newt if he wasn’t like that now would he.

Percival made his way down to the large hall positioned in the middle of the castle. He had arranged an early supper so that he, King Newton and their guests could converse for as long as needed, though he hoped it wouldn’t be too long. He wanted to make a good impression and then hopefully England would be on their side once again.

When he reached the dining hall he noticed one, that the table was set and the food already placed and two, he wasn’t the first one there, “Lord Grindelwald,” he greets, the Lord stood up at the sound of his voice and bowed his head, “You’re early.”

“Your Grace,” he greets, “Better early than late.” comes his reply, a coming smile placed on his lips.

Percival simply nods his head, not having time to reply when he hears footsteps coming their way, Newt strolled into the room, an auror of happiness and light radiating from him in an instant.

“Newton,” Percival smiles, “Our last guest, Lord Grindelwald.” Percival introduces the two.

“Oh, we’ve met before,” Newt smiles and nods to the visitor, “Lord Grindelwald has been a friend to the family for years. It’s a pleasure to see you again.”

It wasn’t long before the other two Lords were also in their presence and the supper started. A couple of their knights were placed at the double doors but other than that they were alone. The group talked for a long time and by the end of the evening Percival was pretty sure that he had made the best impression he could and all three Lords seemed pleased with the marriage.

“That went better than I had expected.” Percival replies once he and Newt were in their bed chambers that night, getting ready to withdraw for the night, “Are you okay? You’re being awfully quiet.”

Newt just nods his head and then quickly excuses himself to the joining restroom. Not a minute later Percival could here the obvious sounds of retching and hurried inside to find Newt bent over the toilet emptying his stomach.

“Newt?!” Percival rushes forward in panic and kneels by the boy, brushing at his hair. Thats when he noticed how Newt was even paler than normal and his skin was damp with cold sweat, the hint of blood lining his lips as he retched again.

Percival hurried for help, demanding Abernathy get the maester instantly and have him come to his room. When he returned to Newt he was unconscious on the floor, blood trickling down from the corner of his mouth. Percival picks him up and carries him to the bed, laying him down gently as the maester rushed inside.

Percival sat, foot tapping at the floor as the maester checked him over, taking his damn time. After what felt like an eternity but really was only an hour and a half the maester turned to him. “It is as I feared,” he says, his old frail hands shaking in front of him as he turns to face Percival, “He has been poisoned.”

“Poisoned?” Percival repeats, his voice coming out barely above a whisper, “He will be okay? You’ll make sure of that.”

“I have provided some medicine,” the old man replies, “I will have to keep a watchful eye on him but if all goes well he will be fine. We got here in time.”

Percival lets out a long breath that he hadn’t realised he had been holding and went to sit beside his King on his bed, “Sir Abernathy,” he calls to the knight by his door, “Take all three of our guests into custody. I believe one of them has poisoned our King.”

Sir. Abernathy nods and disappears down the hall. Percival sits for the whole night stroking Newts auburn hair away from his damp forehead, letting the maester come and go as he checked on the male and gave him the medicine he had prescribed.

At the break of dawn Sir. Abernathy arrived, “Your Grace,” He greets as he comes through the door, eyes lingering on the still unconscious Newt on the bed, grief littering his features, “We have two of the Lords in custody, they are being questioned. I’m afraid Lord Grindelwald has escaped our grasp. We believe it was him who poisoned King Newton.”

Percival felt his face flush with anger, skin turning red as his hands balled into fists, “Find. Him.” he mutters through clenched teeth.

The knight whirled round to do just that. Percival didn’t care how far they had to search, he wanted him found and punished for harming his precious Newt.

Days Percival sat by Newts side. He left only to visit the adjoining rest room and then he was right back at his side. It was a slow process but the King was slowly recovering. A week later he had woken up, his voice hoarse from non-use but he was back, his usual cheery self. The very first thing he asked was ‘How are the dogs doing? Are they okay?’ To which Percival told him they were in the care of the youngest Goldstein sister and were very much okay.

Another week later and Newt was back on his feet, wobbly at first but slowly he was getting his strength back and just in time. Late one afternoon Sir. Abernathy came running into the lobby, “Your Grace’s! We’ve got Lord Grindelwald. He’s admitted to poisoning King Newton.” He says breathless.

Percival rises from his throne and orders everyone out on the front steps and to get the towns people gathered too. Once everyone was in place both Kings appeared at the steps to loud cheers, Newt still visibly frail but happy nonetheless, waving at the crowd with a large grin plastered on his lips, the people loved him.

“Lord Grindelwald,” Percival calls once theres quiet, “You have been charged with poisoning the King and attempted murder of sed King. Do you have anything to say?”

Lord Grindelwald looks up to them both with a scowl, “King Newton,” he spits, “Disgraced our country! He deserves death.” the Lord sneers.

The crowd erupts with cries of anger and begin with throwing rocks. Percival watches for a moment, proud of his people. They cared for Newt as much as he did and that made him deeply happy.

“Guards,” he calls over the quick forming angry mob, “Bring me Lord Grindelwalds head.”

The noise from the crowd only got louder as Grindelwald was forced to his knees, Sir Abernathy doing the honour of unsheathing the long sword and lining it up, he pulls back and swings the final blow, detaching Grindelwalds head from his body and leaving a trail of blood where it rolls. Now, the next person will think twice before harming his precious Newt.

#prompt #gramander #king!newt #king!percival #grindelwald #i loved this prompt!#i got a little carried away #and it sort of turned into a fantastic beasts game of thrones cross over #im not even mad

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