#rp: conversations with a goddess

[scrawlingwithstyle]

I have several types of thoughts that each "feel" different. I was wondering if anyone else experiences their thoughts like this.

Sentences that "play" in my head in a nondescript voice (almost always feels like I'm trying to say the words without moving my mouth; like the words are trapped by my tongue or something. I imagine that if I were Deaf, the feeling would be more like the words were trapped in my hands.)

Sentences that appear as images of words, or text, sometimes accompanying the voiced words

Images (the clarity on a scale of 1-5 is like a 3. Sometimes clarity fluctuates as I'm trying to pin down the exact image.)

Imagined sensations (usually from past experiences, like how the memory of touching microfiber cloth makes me have to "wipe off" the sensation), usually accompanied by images

The first two types of thoughts can be directly shared, but the other two, which are the ones I primarily use when I'm reading, writing, or daydreaming, have to go through a filter first.

Sharing those thoughts is like trying to convert a PDF file to a Word document, but the program trying to read the PDF gets some bits wrong. Or like how automatic captions can't always distinguish every single word.

[houxe]

Regarding my SBI/DSMP Fics

TW: Abuse, Trauma, and Mentions of Suicide.

With all that has happened, I did want to come out here and make my stance clear. I will always stand with Shelby (Shubble) and all of the victims who are speaking out against Will Gold (Wilbur Soot). If you still support that bastard, unfollow me and leave my blog and whatever small community I made.

I've already stated this is my Discord channel, but I want to put it here too.

For me, c!Wilbur is so far removed from cc!Wilbur that I don't connect the two. The characters are vessels for my own characterizations and stories. It's a bit like writing Supernatural*, Twilight, or Hazbin Hotel fanfics. I don't support the guy, monetarily or otherwise, he does not interact with fanfics, I have plans to be very vocal that I'm on Shelby's side no matter what/make it clear that what Will did is wrong, and I don't use his real life events as plots in my stories. At least, I certainly don't try to. It's why I typically change traits about the characters. (I.e. Tommy is shorter, Phil is taller, Techno is bulky, and Wilbur always has golden/hazel eyes.)

I'm aware that it's a tad different because it's rp and not something like a full on book or an actor in a movie, but DSMP has also been over for over two years and the characterizations I make for SBI are not at all based on the CCs. Real life Techno isn't a literal terrorist, Phil ain't a father married to a goddess, Tommy is not a traumatized child soldier, and Wilbur isn't suicidal and blowing up countries.

I think I'll likely focus more on Techno, Tommy, and Phil for a while, but I'm not gonna let one dude ruin a fandom and things I've made for myself. Nothing I write is ever made for Wilbur, as I've seen people saying. Additionally, Wilbur was not the only writer. Technoblade, Philza, TommyInnit, and so many others made that story what it was. Not him.

However, if any CCs come forward saying they don't want their old characters interacting with his, I will respect that.

Though I do think there is a tendency to take real life events (i.e. Techno's cancer, LJ's music, Tommy's real life parents, etc.) and put them into fiction about DSMP. I, however, don't try to do that and have stated before that I don't feel comfortable doing so. The truth is that we have not gotten any genuine SBI content outside of DSMP for years. The dynamic in real life is very different from what was presented in the DSMP. Did personalities still bleed over? Yes, I'm not going to deny that, but I'm not going to act like they're exactly the same between character and person either. We've had that conversation like in 2021, it's why we have C! and CC!.

The rather sad truth is, SBI is what got me really into writing and it's a comfort for me that nothing can compare to. Obviously, I don't think it's appropriate to be writing certain types of stories right now or to be involving characters made by CCs outside of the DSMP. I think it's up to everyone else to decide on what they want to do, however, rushing it also isn't the way to go either. Give yourself time to heal and think it over first instead of throwing away something that gives you comfort and has not been associated with by the creators for over two years.

Anyways, fuck Will Gold. Fuck the fact that he hurt so many people, and fuck that he lied and manipulated his way around the damn internet. ESPECIALLY fuck the fact that he tried to diminish what he did and not take proper accountability.

Go and support Shelby so so much, she and everyone who spoke out really deserve it. I'm glad silence on these types of issues is not being normalized.

Here is a list of (American) resources for DV help:

TNLR

RAINN

WOAR

Love is respect

The Trevor project

Futures without violence

National domestic violence hotline

Resource on what DV and abuse looks like

*Changed it from Harry Potter to Supernatural because Harry Potter is a significantly worse and more problematic franchise, even just within the content of the books. It'd be better left in the dust. I've talked about it before, but it was the first thing that came to my mind at the time and was a poor comparison on my part, I'm truly sorry for that.

[puzzleemerald]

Please don't reblog!

I had to compress/scale down this beautiful piece so much in Clip Studio to make it fit Tumblr's 20 MB demands, hnnnnnng—

Coughs in complete absolute professionalism

The first of my OCs have officially had their links posted on my pinned Master Post! This is one of them: my beautiful, beloved, and tragic Inuyasha OC Amaterasu. This is a piece of art I commissioned earlier in 2023 from the lovely ItsNattie, from whom I've been commissioning art of many kinds for over a decade now! It's a massive poster-esque piece for Amaterasu's FanFic I've been slowly working on (it's one of uh... many... I have a draftaholic problem), and, if you hadn't guessed, she's a Sesshōmaru pairing!

That said, I consider an OC's FanFic version and their RP versions to be entirely separate for the sake of exploring ✨ infinite possibilities! ✨ So, while Amaterasu is paired with Sesshōmaru in her FanFiction, that doesn't mean I'll only allow Sesshōmaru RPers to exclusively pair with her romantically. I like to leave that up to vibes. If I feel like she's got chemistry with someone, you bet your zeros and ones I'm gonna ship it!

With that out of the way, allow me a moment to wax poetic about the weight and meaning behind this gorgeous piece of art to end the post.

Ahem.

TW: Death

Amaterasu is a character who, in essence, is supposed to be the sun goddess herself—the name isn't just for show. However, through the circumstances of her story, she's been sealed in a mortal body, and much of her power is diminished throughout the series. Like everyone else, she's out for Naraku's head. However, she ends up encountering Sesshōmaru. At first, they seem as if they'll kill each other. The reason is pretty straightforward. Sesshōmaru is an Inu Daiyōkai and the Lord of the West while Amaterasu is the Head Kami and Ruler of Takamagahara. Their very existences challenge each other and, by nature, they feel an instinctive loathing of the other.

However, due to their equally calm dispositions, instead of a fight, they have an interogation a conversation instead. Sesshōmaru questions who she is, and Amaterasu does the same. Jaken gives a fussy introduction on his Lord's behalf, and Amaterasu gives her name... before promptly telling them both to turn around so she can get out of the spring she was bathing in when Sesshōmaru sniffed out her divine aura.

They end up having several more encounters with each other, but Amaterasu has far more interactions with Inuyasha's party initially. At least until Rin comes into the picture. Then, she travels strictly with Sesshōmaru under the pretense of protecting Rin from him. Over time, the two become more tolerant of one another until they start checking over their shoulder to ensure the other is still there, using each other as a leaning post at night or entrusting the other with safeguarding Rin, Jaken, and A-Un when the other leaves for one reason or another. It borders that fine line of respect and affection; Sesshōmaru is aloof and apathetic, while Amaterasu unabashedly loves life and is compassionate. She learns through him that not all yōkai are out to kill humanity, and he finds a new warmth in life with her presence. Like winter in the face of spring, they need each other to complete a cycle or, in this case, each other. By "The Final Act," they are pressing their palms together to be sure the other is okay, staring each other in the eyes and covering each other in a fight.

However, I call Amaterasu a tragic OC for a reason. In the end, once Naraku is slain, Amaterasu's seal is undone, and her mortal body slowly breaks down. Without the seal, her power returns to her in total, and its too immense to be contained in such a shell. A kami of her magnitude cannot sustain a shape on the mortal plane. With what few hours they have left, she asks to return to the place they first met—the spring surrounded by sakura trees—which Sesshōmaru indulges. Flying her there in his arms with Rin and Jaken riding his mokomoko-sama. There, she has her farewells to each of them, praising Jaken's loyalty and courage despite his stature and weakness, telling Rin that she will watch her as she becomes a lady with the utmost warmth and character, and telling Sesshōmaru that he has changed her. That she can never be the same person she was before, but she wishes that she could, if only to relive it all. Because it was the happiest time of her life.

Under the shining sunrise, Amaterasu promises that, so long as their feelings remain unchanging, she will find a way to meet him there again. Every time he feels the sun's light and traces its beams, it will be her smiling and touching his hand, praying for him to live.

Finally, as her body crumbles into glowing flowers, they share a first and last kiss... until all that's touching his lips are cherry blossoms that fall through his arms to the ground of the clearing... blooming wildly with flowers and other foliage and surrounded by onlooking wildlife.

Thus, the feudal fairy tale of two tragic loves from completely opposite realms of existence concludes in the only way it ever could.

[unsoundedcomic]

Without getting into spoilers-- is there anything you can tell us about how you came up with the concept/character of Sessine/ Ilganyag? Both design-wise and character-wise she feels very unique to me. Sympathetic, manipulative but also deeply tragic and bizarre. (weirdly enough I feel similarly with Ruck? Those senets man)

Mm, diving deep back through the misty recesses of my memory, she would have originated from Mullenkamp, from Vagrant Story. Bastion was originally a stand-in for Sydney Losstarot, from that game. The priestess Mullenkamp did some vague cultic voodoo long ago and Sydney inherited it. Mullenkamp was depicted in the opening FMV as a belly dancer with a sword on her head, and that is the extent of her characterization. Sydney never interacted with her and she wasn't an active agent.

But she shoulda been, that woulda been cool, so Bastion got a dark lady goddess/priestess. In RP he referenced her now and then but she had no appearance or voice. She was called Lady Ilganyag, with the Black Tongues named after her and under her control. Bastion would have one-sided conversations with her when I needed to write out his reaction to an event or show how he was feeling in general.

In Unsounded, I decided to blow her role way the heck up, and she became the tiddybird we all know and love. She's suffered the kind of loneliness and disappointment that becomes alienation, and yet she cannot stop loving and wishing for better. She adores humans even though she understands they're terrible creatures. They're jewelled and poisonous spiders in an abandoned terrarium but she is their mother, she has known them since they were the tiniest children, and so she cannot help but love them.

But she did originally spring from Bastion play, and still has that role of someone who has directly inspired everything but who is barely on the page.

And yet there is a twist that will make her machinations clear as glass. It's on its way.

[dhampiravidi]

see the other side (me & you)*

Being Heaven's manservant was Oraia's least favorite job, out of all that she'd had for the many millennia she'd been extant. But at least she got to take breaks when she wanted to (sort of). She'd wrangled a rogue angel--yes, wrangled, because those above didn't trust her with an angel blade, so she just had to wrestle them into an angel's trap & leave them for pickup. That had gone easier than expected, so the goddess was in a good mood. She hightailed it to the nearest bar, thinking she'd treat herself to a spa day the next evening.

Oraia had freshened up (just in case, like she always did), wearing a lacy top that allowed her midriff a little peek, plus some comfy jeans & simple jacket. Her hair was always like rolling waves, so there wasn't much to do there, thankfully. She brought $40 in her little purse, which was just for show since she usually summoned whatever she needed. That being said, Oraia happily entered the cheap bar, glad for some normalcy & a chance to wind down. Maybe she'd even find someone to fuck...

She sidled up to the counter, ordering a Paloma with tequila & extra grapefruit juice. The bartender did a double take when he saw her & she simply smiled, knowing how that kind of thing usually went. If they struck up a conversation, she'd go for him.

@drownindenial

*yes, I named this RP after a Fall Out Boy song & a Sleep Token song

[itashiro-hitsuchiha]

Closed RP- Meeting with a Goddess

Closed RP with @viosvisions

Naru had to admit she was a bit curious about this odd mortal asking to meet with her for a simple discussion. It wasn't too often one would be able to get past her aura of fear to even hold a conversation with her. Was this out of a legitimate curiosity about her state of being or was this some odd personal trial of his? Perhaps it was a bit of both. Either way she found it at least mildly interesting so here she was sitting at a cafe waiting for her guest to arrive to begin their conversation.

[spiderwarden]

Asking for perspective of Minthara because I love hearing the writer's headcanons: does she treat all males as lesser, or just specifically male drow? And if the latter, why does she view males of other races as better than males of her own race?

oohh! OOOHH! my first anon! helloooo! pull up a chair, get comfortable. i have frybread, i have treats, go on - stay. pspsspspspps. *traps you in a box* .. im gonna keep you now. and love you.

She has an automatic critical association with all male people. From what I've observed her critical thinking has her automatically coming into the conversation persay with a negative attitude. But this is also where first impressions come into play because Minthara - much to her credit, will observe first before making a full judgment on one's character. I imagine in her younger years, there was nothing BUT automatic disdain that was entirely based off of their birth order. But experience and gained intellect often makes one more ... considerate (as we all do in our youth and growing out of said youth.)

Now, note I say more critical of men, but she will wait to case a judgement and it is due to those first impressions that she will decide whether or not said man is worth learning more about in terms of character and qualities. Let's take a look at Shadowheart and Wyll for instance, or even Gale. All three characters in some way abandoned by some force bigger than themselves. The kneejerk response that she starts with is what is better for Shadowheart, her state of mind, and the choice that she has between what is good for their entourage vs what's good for her. There is automatic understanding and near sympathy given. (Though, Minthara every time I say this she makes me note that empathy and sympathy comes from the intelligence of being able to BE empathetic, and has nothing to do with a soft heart.) VS. her first response to Gale and Wyll of their situation. Where there is Gale there is the immediate dismissal and grace withdrawn from that dismissal (vs. Shadowheart who is also bound to a Goddess, near same situations but more empathy given to one side), and then there is Wyll who she laughs at.

But as she keeps speaking there is an understanding of their characters and her logical stance behind them, whether it's Wyll where she would rather know him as a bound warlock over a spoiled court only experienced child, or Gale who's she doesn't waste her time on because she believes entirely he will not 'live long enough to appreciate her social graces' (She has already decided Gale would be a poor conversationalist based on that first impression - male wizard.)

So with her being critical, that does not mean she refuses to understand the men around her regardless or race. (Which in terms of MALE company I'm really intrigued about her approach to Astarian - who she seems to have sympathy for but keeps him at arms length to keep his wits sharp in her own way. And I would love to see how she interacts with Halsin but that will come later in terms of rp.)

Minthara is also entirely intelligent enough to be honest and open about how flawed and cutthroat her own culture is that they eat the weak. She is the first to note how Drow men are treated and viewed, and at one point admits that she practiced Lotlh's ways herself to Astarian. (This is where I realized her ambitions to be a house matron, and how she idolizes her grandmother Yvonnel.) So I can entirely see a YOUNG Minthara looking over drow men and her first thought is whether or she would have added them into her own arsenal of men.

So ONTO DROW MEN! Her viewpoint of drow men is very much a nature vs. nuture topic. The kneejerk reaction will be to sneer and look down on them until she gets a good proper look at their character and their story, and AGAIN I heavily say too that their birth order will entirely depend on that respect because of the fact every son after the second born is killed in sacrifice to Lolth. She may be more tolerant once she is freed from the Absolute, but the kneejerk reaction remains.

Don't forget she IS intelligent enough to remain passive as she gains her judgment because she never makes an uneducated guess, or a ignorant judgement. Taking this approach with Minthara requires a specific and admittedly challenging balance BECAUSE of the fact she reserves her judgement for a time when she gathers more information to form a proper EDUCATIONAL observation of the OBJECTIVE AND IMPARTIAL FACTS in front of her.

[zoebelladona]

hello hello !! this is me inviting you talk about your titan army ocs (if you want to ofc) !!!!

i always want to talk abouy my titan army ocs. i love them so much i plucked them out of pjo and now i'm writing an entire original work with them as the main characters. but that's a conversation for my main blog @encrucijada

the ocs are part of an ongoing au/rp between me, @on-the-river-lethe and a friend of ours who's not on tumblr. we each created an oc to play as and things unravelled from there. this is going under a read more because boy there's a lot

piedad narváez (my oc). daughter of urania, muse of astronomy. they/she. claimed soon after arriving to camp, has an okay relationship with her mum but only because she's an only daughter lol powers are orpheus-like in that whenever she plays music they can entrance people, can also navigate using the stars. then while doing research i realised urania had a prophetic aspect and now piedad sometimes receives premonitions when looking at the stars. weapon of choice are knives and has a violin as a support item for the music stuff, the bow of which turns into a stiletto knife.

hudson moretti (fluffy's oc). son of hypnos, god of sleep. he/him. big guy but a huge softy, a sleepy jock if that's a thing. less than having a bad relationship with hypnos he just doesn't have a relationship with him at all lmao because hypnos is bad at checking in on his kids. has the standard kid of hypnos powers like inducing sleep and also dreamwalking and dream discarding. uses a sword as weapon. him and piedad obviously stayed at the hermes cabin and they were sort of the de-facto counsellors of the claimed kids with no cabin. everyone uses him as a pillow because he makes sleeping safe and cosy.

ericka mulligan (oc of our other friend). daughter of demeter, goddess of harvest. she/her. starts out as the counsellor of cabin 4 until deserting before som. demeter favoured her for being the counsellor but everyone in cabin 4 knows mum will never love you as much as she loves persephone. the "manager" of the team, in a way, she has a schedule and a list for everything. standard demeter kid powers like plant growing, etc. i actually have no idea what her weapon is?? gotta look it up. one-sided crush on luke rip. would have put her hands on the fire for him.

adam rubio (another oc of mine). son of apollo, god of music. he/him. i specify god of music because adam got the music aspect of his dad's attributes, if he sings or plays an instrument he can do all sorts of things ranging from inducing sleep to inducing pain. has no opinion of apollo one way or another. not actually part of the titan army! he stays behind and it's a huge conflict with the others. main weapon is the recurve bow but knows how to use a sword for survival reasons.

allegra anders (npc). daughter of tyche, goddess of fortune. she/her. she and her twin sister rachel were staples in cabin 11, until rachel joined the titan army and left allegra behind. haven't really explored her character in depth but i know she has a special coin she fidgets with a lot.

robin holloway (npc). daughter of hebe, goddess of youth. she/her. another staple of cabin 11, doesn't join the titan army just like allegra. hudson's ex-girlfriend lmao probably the nicest girl you will ever meet. we wanted conflict and also to populate camp with more "older" demigods, that's why these two girls are here.

and we also did stuff like ageing up malcolm pace to be luke's age and now he is the counsellor of cabin 6 because annabeth was literally 12 in tlt. she's co-counsellor due to being a lot more proactive than malcolm. and we also aged up alabaster torrington to be one or two years younger than luke, just because i doubt a bunch of demigods in their 20s would have been like "yeah let that 15yo participate in meetings". we always saw the titan army as more a congregation of young adults than teenagers, basically the demigods who've been here too long and are tired. not featured here are some "name only" background characters like counsellors for other cabins, because we stuck to what annabeth says in tlt about all counsellors except her being of college age. in our take of pjo these counsellors would leave for the army and leave their teenage siblings at the head of the cabins, which would be the counsellors we see throughout pjo

okay with the stage set now let me Actually talk about these guys

@on-the-river-lethe (aka fluffy) and i have done most of the work here. our other friend isn't as insane about pjo lmao. on top of the changes to some ages and whatnot we also did a crucial change regarding luke's quest mates not dying in the garden of the hesperides, instead he is accompanied by piedad and hudson who are both brutally injured by ladon. luke gives up the chance to take the golden apple while ladon is distracted more or less killing his friends to help them. piedad does lowkey die and while passed out receives a premonition of luke with golden eyes. we have an overview of how the quest goes and to add insult to injury hermes sent luke on a fetch quest just to keep him from getting antsy, it wasn't for anything heroic.

things go back to business as usual with all three of them baring the scars of the failed quest, it hits luke the worst. when kronos starts stirring things up in his brain ericka, hudson and piedad don't follow because of kronos but because they believe in luke. luke is their friend, luke is the best of them, luke is the poster-child hero, if anyone can bring change it's luke. ericka and hudson abandon camp before the events of som, piedad sticks around. the premonition is worrying and they're not sure what to do about it. but life at camp without her friends becomes unbearable. she's just another cabin-less demigod in cabin 11, she's a low risk cabin-less demigod in cabin 11. before the events of ttc she makes the switch fully.

because we discovery write a lot of the details i can't say exactly what happens while they are all in the titan army proper. i know piedad doesn't desert camp until the battle in camp at the end of botl, they'd gone back in the summer to be a spy. we know that when luke suggests bailing on everything once he realises kronos used him hudson in particular gets on his case about it (slams luke against a wall) and yells at him about how they risked everything for him, he can't run now, they won't leave every demigod that believes in them to die. we know they go with luke to see may castellan and she grabs piedad by the shoulders and yells about luke's fate to her face. piedad had kept the premonition to themself this whole time and luke, obviously fed up about his fate being kept from him, snaps.

i have written a couple of one-shots for this. i have one about piedad having a conversation with kronos where she bluffs about him getting to the throne room in olympus and luke dying (she was right) and probably has some of my favourite quotes. one of the immediate aftermath of the garden of the hesperides where apollo warns her against telling luke. this monstrosity about adam, the son of apollo mentioned above, who took over my brain and is set after the events of tlo.

(we call the group of luke, ericka, hudson and piedad the "generals" btw.)

the aftermath of everything is a little clearer than the actual events within pjo. ericka, hudson and piedad move to chicago where hudson is from. they stay with hudson's mum for a while before getting their own place. they are pretty much war criminals now, son of magic style, and the olympian council wants them out of the picture. they may not be children of the big 3 dangerous but they did grow in power while being generals of the army. they did not stay to receive any possible pardons or sentence, following the battle of manhattan they simply fled. apollo offers piedad a position as a sibyl, due to her prophetic abilities, it's not a pardon of any kind but it is a bit of protection as harming an oracle is strictly forbidden. they never set foot in camp again.

i like to picture them as a possible pit-stop during tlh. jason, piper and leo would be running from a monster and see this neon sign advertising a sibyl of all things and offering card readings. they go inside and what they find are former titan army soldiers. a guy drinking a large cup of coffee. lots of plants everywhere. and the sibyl is a short scarred enby.

not everything is set in stone and we have much to explore still, like morpheus (hudson's brother) siding with kronos. ericka probably never spoke to demeter ever again, or more like demeter never spoke to her again after she disappointed her so. and just because this is our au and we can do whatever, the generals meet nico and form a bit of a relationship with him. not that we need an excuse apart from "fluffy and i really like nico and we want our ocs to interact with him", but it does fit nico's tendency to just be in on everyone's business. and i think it would be hilarious if he knew about the generals, was friends with them, stayed at their place sometimes, and just never mentioned it at chb.

uh. what else. um... piedad/adam is a thing because i wanted my daughter of a muse oc to have a thing going with a son of apollo. we made malcolm/hudson a thing and it's amazing. i could talk for hours about adam, but right now i'll say he becomes head counsellor of cabin 7 after lee fletcher dies in botl (lee in our version would have been a veteran camper, older than luke).

man this ran long oops. sorry for mostly talking about my oc, it's because they're my oc. i talk even more over on my main blog, about the pjo versions but also the original versions (the worldbuilding is based on dreams).

so, yeah!

thank you for asking <3 sorry you released the flood

[awalkoflife-arc]

Came for the wonderful muses and skillful writing, stayed for the most wonderful caring person, talking about the weather (lol), bravi feels and general good feelings. You're a peach Dee 💜

CAME FOR THE _______. STAYED FOR THE _______. ( + ACCEPTING ! )

when one of your besties is english but lives so close to the border that she's practically scottish, yeah we're adopting you dev. i distinctly remember one of our first conversations. (bc when we're not discussing the weather, we're talking about food) + you were telling me about the chips and curry sauce you were eating on your lunch break. i was at uni freaking out about my dissertation and without knowing it, you really helped calm me down that day. i don't think i've told you that before but i just wanted to say thank you because you've continued to do it ever since. i adore you and i adore avi and i adore the ship that we have created that consumes my entire heart with how incredible it is. you're the libra goddess, 1989 stan, rp partner of my dreams and i'm so grateful for you. <3

[artemisofthebana]

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-Muse and Mun 21+ years of age -This blog will be on somewhat  low activity, i write slowly, and I ask for no pressure to reply, just as I will NEVER pressure my wonderful rp partners for a reply-Selective but not mutually exclusive. Pls don’t hesitate to ask for an RP :D - Please try to avoid the Legacy post editor from here on out, and I will not use Legacy, either.-No Godmodding pls (Nor will I NERF my character for yours)-Reply length will vary but I typically write 1-3 paragraphs (sometimes a bit longer). -Sending Memes -  When I send memes, I often specify muse for the other mun to answer with. The times I do not, you can safely assume I want you to use a muse you want to use but who doesn’t often get memes. -please do not use this blog as a meme resource.-You’re more than welcome to tag me in starters or throw something into my inbox whether you are a mutual or not! If I haven’t answered it, I probably didn’t see it! (Tumblr likes to do weird things I swear)-Sexual NSFW only with people 18 years old or older. This will be thoroughly conversed about long beforehand. That being said, Fade to Black is a wonderful thing.-Just let me know if you want to have the RP or talk somewhere else like Discord (I am about as spotty there as I am on tumblr, but some great things do come of it)SHIPPING I welcome shipping and if you have any questions with how a ship between muses might work please don’t hesitate to ask me and we can see if something can be worked out :)

About - Artemis of the Bana-Mighdall - Polemarch of the Amazons

Real Name- Artemis Main Alias- Artemis Grace Other Aliases- Diana · Wonder Woman · Requiem · Shim'Tar, Red Her Relatives - n/a Affiliation Amazons, Red Hood and the Outlwas Base Of Operations Themyscira, Bana Mighdall, Gotham Status - single Alignment- Good Identity- Public Identity Race- Amazon Citizenship- Amazon, Egyptian, United States Marital Status - Occupation Minister of Defense · Chancellor of Themyscira, Adventurer Characteristics Gender- Cis-Female, She/Her Height- 6' 0" Weight- 166 lbs (75 kg) Eyes- Green Hair- Red

Powers and Abilities PowersDivine Empowerment: The Amazons of are given their gifts and blessings by five Olympian goddesses -- Artemis, Athena, Demeter, Hestia, and Aphrodite. Eternal Youth: Unlike others of the Bana-Mighdall, Artemis does not age after a spell by Circe. Superhuman Strength: Superhuman Durability Superhuman Stamina Superhuman Agility Magic: sorcery, and later gifted by the goddess Hippolyta with Amazonian magic untainted by Hecate. Curse removal

Abilities Martial Arts Hand-to-Hand Combat (Advanced): The Amazons of Bana-Mighdall honed their skills in many fields. Archery Equestrianism Firearms Swordsmanship Artemis was the Shim'Tar, the Champion of the branch of Amazons that sundered from the Themysciran Tribe of Amazons. As Shim'Tar, she was their Champion, and essentially their "Wonder Woman". When the tribes re-united, she assumed her place as polemarch of the Amazons.

[khoicesbyk]

The Royal Romance.

Love Everlasting.

A/N: I had a different name and plot for this fic over a year ago. But after being in the RP community for more than a year, I've decided to write the current Royal Life of my favorite OTP.

Rated: Mature. (at times can and will be Explicit. I'll be sure to change the rating when and if that happens). | Contains sexual content and strong language. (You know? The usual. Y'all should be used to this from me by now 😁) | Bolded and/or italicized words are conversations and thoughts of the characters. | Main Characters: King Marquise Rys (LI) and Queen Shanelle Miller-Rys (MC) | All Characters and names: (except MC and original characters created by me and/or other authors [their characters have been mentioned and/or used in the story with their permission] ) are property of Pixelberry.

Current Word Count: 7,030 words. (may be slightly more or may be slightly less. Look, I stop counting after editing and re-editing and driving myself insane. 🤷🏾‍♀️)

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Chapter 6.) Enemy Of The State.

Shanelle’s heels rapidly clicked across the marble floor as she strode to her husband's office. Today was the day she would get full ownership of all of the Royal Family's personal vacation properties. It was all part of her new brand Rys International. She has plans to open her Hospitality Brand. But first, she needs her husband’s signature on the transfer of ownership paperwork. 

There were butterflies in her stomach. And not because of her twins. This was the first time she would do something outside of her duties as queen. She would finally achieve her dream of opening a business all on her own. 

When she walked into Marquise’s office, he was just finishing up some important paperwork with his cousin. The Keeper of The Royal Archives Giancarlo Rys. 

“That should be the last of the acquisition paperwork, Your Majesty. I just need your seal and signature here and here and I need you to record the date and time of each.” Giancarlo said to him. 

Marquise signed and sealed the paperwork. 

“There. Signed, dated, and sealed. Thank you again, Carlo.”

“Of course my King. It's my job. I'll have these sent to Queen Reena immediately.”

“By this time tomorrow Auvernal will be mine. It’s crazy to think that one of our more adversarial counterparts will be under my control!” 

“Uh oh! The King has gone mad with power!” Shanelle said as she walked into his office. 

Marquise snickered. 

“You’re just now figuring that out, my love? I went mad with power years ago!” 

“However did I miss the signs?” She replied dramatically. 

Giancarlo shook his head with a laugh. 

“You two were made for each other.” He said to Shanelle before turning back to Marquise, “I will have these filed and sent off immediately.”

“Thank you, Carlo. That’s all for now.”

Giancarlo bowed. 

“Of course my King. It’s good to see you, my Queen.”

Shanelle smiled at him. 

“It's good to see you too, Carlo. Give Mariana my regards.”

“I will do that, my Queen.”

Shanelle watched Giancarlo close the office door before turning her attention to her husband. 

“Well, that's one meeting down.”

Marquise sighed. 

“Yeah and about 50 more to go.”

“My poor husband. Being the King isn't as easy as many believe it to be,” she said as she walked behind his desk.

“Not at all, my Goddess. Now, what brings you here, hmm?”

“You mean besides, your good looks, hypnotic baritone, wicked charm, and strong arms?” 

Marquise shook his head with a smirk as she plopped into his lap.

“Yes, besides that my love.”

“Paperwork. You, my handsome husband, are supposed to sign the transfer of ownership paperwork.”

“Ahh yes. I have that right here,” he said as he reached behind them and laid the paperwork on his desk.

He watched Shanelle’s eyes light up. 

“I can't believe this is actually happening!”

“It's happening my love. You've earned it.”

He signed and sealed the paperwork before handing the pen over to her.

“Sign here, love.”

She couldn't sign the document fast enough.

“Congratulations my love. You are now the sole owner of every Royal Family property that isn't a consulate,” he said to her with a smile. 

Shanelle squealed happily.

“Yay! Thank you, baby!”

“Anything for you my love. Now, are you sure you don't want the Monarchy’s help?”

“Absolutely sure. I don't want to owe this centuries-old dinosaur that you call a monarchy a goddamn thing when I die.”

Marquise snorted as he rubbed his thumb in small circles just at the hem of her skirt on her right thigh.

“So what else is on your calendar for the day, my King?”

“I have an audience with the new head of state for Comery Isle.”

“The elections are over already?”

“Yes. The people have chosen their new leader.”

“That was fast. Who did they choose?” she asked. 

“Someone you don't like.”

“Who?”

“Your cousin, Prince Edwin.”

Shanelle looked at him like he had lost his mind.

“You're joking, right?”

“I wish I was my love. But he has been chosen as the new leader of Comery Isle.”

“How?!”

Marquise shrugged.

“He ran a good campaign. He promised to be more vocal for the people and their needs of the Crown than former Lord Neville and his family were.”

Shanelle scoffed. 

“Anything to keep him and his dad in politics,” she muttered.

“You don't have to deal with them if you don't want Shanelle.”

“Oh but I do. Comery Isle is under the Queen’s jurisdiction. That's why he ran. He only did it to get on my goddamn nerves. And because I refuse to forgive his father.”

“More than likely. Did I mention that he is engaged?”

“What woman would be stupid enough to marry him?”

“Naya.”

“WHAT?!”

“Yup.”

“You have got to be fucking kidding me! Your ex is marrying my cousin?!” she asked. 

“Yup. They announced their engagement yesterday.”

Shanelle’s face soured.

“This is why I hate political marriages,” she muttered. 

He kissed just under her left ear.

“You're in a political marriage, love,” he whispered.

“True. But you and I have common goals. For both our family and the kingdom. On top of the fact that I am maddeningly in love with you and your obsession with me would cause you to murder anyone over me. They on the other hand only got engaged to piss us off.”

“That may be true, but at the end of the day, it doesn't matter why they got engaged. All that matters is that it's official and whether we want to deal with it or not, it's happening. So I will do my duty as their King and send a congratulatory fruit basket on behalf of the Crown.”

Shanelle pouted. 

“I hate it when you get all serious and Kingly.”

“I thought you loved it.”

“I do. When it benefits me.”

Marquise snickered. 

“Your cousin isn't the only audience that I have today.”

“Who else is there?” she asked.

“My father’s wife.”

Shanelle groaned. 

“Oh good, Lord! What does that dragon want now?”

Marquise contorted his face into a haughty scowl reminiscent of his father and former stepmother.

“Marquise, I am requesting this audience to discuss your late father’s death stipend and why I haven't been moved into an estate befitting my station.”

Shanelle cackled.

“Oh, God. You sounded like your father.”

“Gee thanks,” he muttered.

“You're welcome.”

“Basically she is demanding that I move her into a bigger estate and increase the amount that she gets from the Monarchy.”

“A.) she's already living in the biggest estate in Fydelia. B.) how much more money does that old bat think she should get?”

“She wants the other half of my father's death stipend.”

“Is it owed to her?”

“Yup.”

“And you’re withholding it?”

“Yes, I am.”

“Isn't that illegal?” she asked. 

“It would be if I wasn't the King. But since I am the King, all stipends owed to former heads of state, are subject to be given, halted, or halved at the King’s discretion,” he replied. 

“Meaning?”

“Meaning, she gets what I decide to give her and nothing more.”

“Oh, you’re petty, Your Majesty!”

Marquise smirked.

“Now, have I kissed you since you walked in here?”

Shanelle shook her head no.

“Are you sure, my love?”

“Positive. Must be your old age.”

“How can I make it up to you, my Queen?” he asked before nuzzling her neck.

“Let me sit in on the audience with Edwin.”

He looked at her, raising a questioning eyebrow. 

“Only if you can behave.”

Shanelle rolled her eyes.

“Fine. I won't have you execute him. So let's make it a state dinner.”

“Good girl. I'll have the arrangements made,” he said as his left hand rested on her stomach, “Now how are my little ones?”

“Giving me indigestion.” she deadpanned. 

“Well, that's not good. Be sure to bring that up with your doctor.”

“They're also giving me constant butterflies.”

“Thought that was my job.”

“You give me a different type of butterflies, Your Majesty.”

“Oh? Do tell.”

Shanelle rolled her eyes as he chuckled.

“And what is on your agenda, my Queen?” he asked before kissing the inside of her wrist.

“My parents arrive today. I'm excited to see them later this afternoon. As is our daughter.”

“Ahh yes. I'm always happy to have my mother-in-law visit.”

Shanelle snickered. 

“Stop that.”

“Stop what? What did I do?” he asked.

“I said, my parents are coming. Not my mother is coming,” she replied. 

“Okay, so your father will be here too. So what?”

“You're horrible Marquise,” she said with a snicker.

“Indeed I am. Now have I told you how beautiful you are today?” he asked. 

“No. At least not yet,” she replied. 

She felt his lips kiss softly on her neck.

“You are the most beautiful woman I have ever known,” he whispered in her ear as his left hand slid under her blouse and into her bra. He watched her flinch as his thumb ran over her right nipple.

“Are you alright, love?”

“Yeah. An unfortunate side effect of being pregnant is tender, swollen, and/or sore breasts.”

“Should I stop?”

“Not at all.”

He smiled against her neck before continuing to circle her nipple with his thumb. He made sure that his touch was as gentle and slow as possible. 

“I don't know if you know this but that door isn't locked.”

Marquise groaned.

“Someone could walk in and find us in a very compromising position,” she said to him. 

Without taking his lips off the spot he had them on her neck, Marquise reached forward and pressed a button under his desk, and soon an audible lock click was heard.

“How did you do that?” she asked with a giggle.

“A.) the King’s Office is built like a bomb shelter so there are secret panels and buttons everywhere. And only I know where they are. B.) you forget that I grew up in this office. I know every last secret that this room holds.” he replied.

“Secrets like what?” Shanelle asked. 

“Like the time my father shot a hole in the wall.”

Shanelle’s eyes went wide.

“Connie did what?!”

“He shot a hole in the wall,” Marquise replied nonchalantly. 

Shanelle stared at him.

“I never told you the story?” he asked.

“No, you never told me the story!” she replied.

“Oh well, when I was 13 years old he got drunk one night.”

“That's nothing new.” she quipped.

“Let me finish! Anyway, he was in here on his second bottle of Scotch when he pulled out his old .22.”

Shanelle’s eyes went wide.

“Oh noooooooooo.”

“Whatever it is you’re imagining, it was worse. Apparently, he had the bottle in one hand and the gun in the other. And do you know what happened?” he asked her.

“The gun went off?” she replied. 

“Bingo. According to what I could get out of Jackson, my father was drunkenly waving the gun around when he pulled the trigger.”

The look on Shanelle’s face said it all.

“Oh. My. God!”

“Yup. The bullet ricocheted off the ceiling, chipped the paneling on the back wall right there before going through the paneling by the door and lodging itself into the wall,” he explained. “That's why my father's Coronation portrait is there. It's to hide the bullet.”

“It's still there?! Why did they leave the bullet in the wall?” she asked.

“As I said before, this office is built like a bomb shelter. So to take the bullet out of the wall, they would've had to take the entire wall and paneling out just to remove the bullet, then rebuild the wall and the paneling. And the Monarchy saw no point in doing so since no one was hurt.” he replied. 

“Can I see it?” she asked.

Marquise nodded yes before they both got up and walked over to Connie's portrait. When Marquise took the portrait down Shanelle was able to see the bullet hole in the paneling clear as day.

“Holy. Shit!” she said as she ran her fingers over the bullet hole. 

“Now you know, my love.”

“I know I've said this before but your father was an idiot.”

“Yup.”

Shanelle shook her head.

“Promise me something?” she asked him over her shoulder.

“Anything,” Marquise replied as he wrapped his arms around her waist.

“Promise me that if you ever get drunk in here you won't have a gun in your hand.”

He chuckled.

“I promise,” he whispered in her right ear before nipping her earlobe.

“Since you know every secret of this room, you wanna answer an uncomfortable question because I'm morbidly curious and will probably regret my morbid curiosity later?” she asked. 

“Shoot,” he replied. 

“Your father never had sex in this office did he?”  

“If he did, it was more than likely in the bedroom behind the bookcase,” he replied. 

“There's a bedroom behind the bookcase?!” she asked.

His arms tightened slightly around her waist. 

“What have I told you about me not wanting to repeat myself?” he asked.

“Okay, okay. Can I see it?” she replied.

“My my, you sure are nosy today, my Queen,” he replied. 

She snickered.

“It's your fault.”

He walked over to the bookcase and pressed a button revealing a hidden opening in the wall. Shanelle’s jaw dropped.

“How did I not know that was there?!” she asked.

He shrugged. 

“You're not the reigning Monarch, my love,” he said while nodding towards the bedroom, “so you coming?”

Shanelle followed her husband into the hidden bedroom.

“How long has this bedroom been here?” she asked.

“Longer than I've been alive,” he replied, “it was built by my great-grandfather Leonidas during WWI. He wanted to be able to take a nap in peace. And my father had the bathroom added on after my 15th birthday.”

Shanelle looked around the bedroom and glanced into the ensuite as she sat down on the King size bed.

“This room could use some sprucing, Your Majesty. It feels cold and sterile. I mean the mattress on the bed feels soft but other than that. It's like a dungeon in here.” 

Marquise shrugged.

“This room was used for sex Shanelle. I doubt my father cared much about the room’s aesthetic.” 

“True. Again at least the bed is soft.”

“Of course it is. The mattress is replaced every six months. And the linens are changed every week. Kinda like our bedroom here in the palace.” he said as he sat down next to her. 

“Thank God. I don't wanna sit on anything that your father was fucking on.”

“I would never do that to you. Hell, I would never do that to myself,” he said as he pulled her into his lap.

“Now now, Your Majesty. You have an audience with a certain wicked witch of the west to host. You can't be distracted.” she warned him. 

Marquise rolled his eyes.

“I am the King. If I want you then you’re mine.” 

“You've said that to me before.”

“I will always say that to you,” he said as he moved a few strands of stray hair from her face.

“You. Stepmother from hell. Audience. Ring a bell?” she said to him.

The look in his eyes was half fire, half annoyance. And she knew it when his grip on her hip tightened. 

“Never forget my love. I wait for no one. They wait for me.”

“Who knew the jolly old King had a dark side?” she asked with a smirk.

“You've known this about me for years my love.”

“True. So how quick can you be my King?” she asked.

Marquise glanced at his Apple Watch. 

“My audience with Regina isn't for another 90 or so minutes. Why?” he replied.

“Because I only need half that time.” 

A slow smirk bloomed on his face as he ran his hands up her sides.

“You don't know what you do to me,” he whispered before he brought their lips together. 

He savored the feeling of her lips on his. Exploring her mouth with his tongue. He could feel her body relax in his arms. As their shared kiss ended, both were breathing heavily. 

“I hate it when you do that.” she sneered.

He smirked as he ran his thumb over her bottom lip.

“Why?” he asked.

“Because it makes me feel like agreeing to anything,” she replied. 

“Anything huh?” he asked. “Like this?”

He wrapped strands of her hair around his fingers and pulled her head back. Exposing her neck. He leaned forward with his arm around her waist and left a suckling bite on her pulse line. 

“If you drop me, I will murder you.” she playfully warned him.

She felt his smile against the skin of her throat as he stood up slowly with her in his arms. As he stood up he let her slip slightly. Causing her to yelp and cling to him before busting out laughing.

“Oops! Silly me!” he teased.

“You asshole!” she giggled.

He set her down with her still in his arms and his mouth on hers. Without missing a beat, he popped the buttons of her blouse open and let it fall to the floor. He went from kissing her thoroughly to kissing down her jaw, her neck, and across her clavicle. 

He hastily unfastened her bra and let it fall to the floor. He placed featherlight kisses on the tops of her breasts. He was careful to not apply too much pressure to her sore breasts. He knelt in front of her before reaching behind her and pulling the zipper of her skirt down. He pulled at the bottom of her skirt slowly pulling it and her panties down her baby bump and hips, before letting both pool at her feet. 

She rested her arms on his broad shoulders.  His hands were splayed along her back as he rested his lips against her bare baby bump. She rubbed her right thumb in small circles on the back of his neck before leaning down to kiss him softly. He kissed from her left hip across her growing belly to her right hip.

“As much as I enjoy you kissing me everywhere, don't you think we're a bit unevenly matched, my King?” she asked. 

He looked up at her, before gathering her up and laying her down on the bed. He made short work of taking off his suit. His gaze swept over her body as he gently placed her leg on his shoulder and kissed the inside of her right ankle he slipped her high heel off and did the same for her left ankle. He alternated slowly kissing up the insides of her calves to her inner thighs. The closer he got to her center, the shallower her breathing became. 

“You are intoxicating,” he whispered. 

“And very impatient,” she replied. 

He smirked before his mouth descended onto her. He used his tongue to slide in between her slick folds as he feasted on her. He watched her eyes roll back, her head fell back against the bed as she bit her bottom lip, and her fists bunch the bedding at her sides. 

He enjoyed squeezing and massaging her thighs, knowing that he would be leaving handprints on her inner thighs. Every soft moan, every gasp, every whimper, every shallow breath she took urged him on. He would swirl his tongue around her swollen clit before sucking on it. 

He sent shockwaves of heat and pleasure coursing throughout her body every time he sucked on her clit. Her body began to tense up as her orgasm rose. She was close to her edge but he was nowhere near done with her. With one final kiss to her clit, he pulled his mouth away so he could kiss his way up her body.

“You'd think I’d be used to this by now,” she said as she tried to catch her breath.

He watched her chest rise and fall with every she took.

“No, you shouldn't. You should never be used to it. You getting used to what I do to you would mean that I'm not doing my job as your husband.”

“And what job is that, Your Majesty?” she asked as she wrapped her arms around his neck. 

Instead of answering, he slid his palms into hers intertwining their fingers and capturing her lips in a long, slow kiss. She loved feeling the length of his body against hers. Feeling him grind his hips into hers drove her crazy causing her to break their kiss. With his dick in his hand, Marquise teased her entrance. She let out a frustrated growl. 

“Will you stop being such a cock tease already?” she asked. 

He smirked.

“As my Queen commands,” he whispered in her ear.

He lined up with her entrance which was warm and welcoming. With a wink, he pushed inside her. When he heard an audible gasp from her, it was all the satisfaction and motivation he needed. He started to move his hips, reveling in the feeling of her muscles tensing and releasing around him as he moved inside her. 

“God yes…” she breathed out.

He watched the look on her face change as he began to really fuck her. He tightened the grip he had on her right hip, while his left hand was pressed against the wall above her head to steady himself. He started to circle his hips with each thrust. 

“Fuck! I love the way you feel around me.” he hissed as he sank into her.

Every sound she made drove him crazy. Her moans were broken just the way he wanted them to be. He dug his nails into the soft skin of her hip as he fucked her hard. The pain mixed with the pleasure that coursed through her. As he went deep inside her, he watched her back arch and her knuckles go white as she grabbed the sheets under her. He was giving her what she wanted.

“Yes! Right there! I need this!” she cried out.

“Tell me you want it, love.”

“Please don't stop.”

“I don't want you to beg for it. I want you to tell me that you want it.” 

“I want it! I want it so bad! Give it to me.”

She felt his smile against her right ear.

“That's it. Give yourself over to me," he whispered in her ear. “Give in to me. ”

He’d surge inside her before pulling out barely leaving the tip inside her just to fill her up again and again. He wanted to watch her lose her mind and senses from the pleasure. She wrapped her legs around his waist and squeezed her thighs together. He stopped long enough to feel her walls pulsate around him. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and dug her nails into the skin. She was taking every inch of him and he was loving it. He could feel her start to fade as her orgasm began to crest. 

“That's it, love. Take it! Take me!” he growled in her ear. “Let your body give in to me. Let your walls squeeze around me. I know you can feel it. Let it out. Let go. Let me take you away.”

Before she could respond, he squeezed her hips hard and pumped inside her. He was getting close to his orgasm. Her walls squeezed tightly around him but she wasn't quite there yet. 

“Let it consume you, love. I know you want it. Take it. It's yours. It's all yours.” he whispered in her ear. “You're fighting it. Don't fight it. Give in. Cum for me. Cum on this dick.”

It was too much and pushed her past the edge she teetered on. She sank her teeth into his right shoulder to muffle her scream just as her orgasm overtook all of her senses. Her body shuddered and her vision blurred. 

“Fuck! Yes! Yes! Cum for me love! Cum for me! Right now! Right! Now!” he growled in her ear as he buried himself to the hilt inside her. 

“Shit!” he hissed as his orgasm shattered. 

They held each other close as they came down from their combined delicious delirium. She took advantage and nipped at his earlobe. She felt his deep chuckle. 

“Cannibal,” he whispered.

“You know I have a sweet tooth,” she replied.

“I am not a chocolate bunny.” 

“No, you’re not a chocolate bunny. You’re my chocolate bunny.”

He finally detached himself from her and laid on the bed pulling her into his arms. He rubbed the dewy soft skin on her back before softly kissing her forehead. She sighed contentedly. 

“I think it's time we admit that we're just a couple of horny teenagers,” she said to him.

Marquise snorted.

“I admit nothing.”

“Then explain how we always wind up fucking somewhere in this palace.”

“Simple. You are my addiction. I have to have you.”

She snickered. As he held her, she noticed that he had a look on his face.

“What? What is it?” she asked.

“Nothing. I just adore you. That's all.” he replied.

She rolled her eyes good-naturedly.

“You always have.”

“And I always will.”

She rubbed the bite mark she left on his shoulder.

“Would this be considered treason?” she asked.

“Technically yes. But considering that there are bruises on your hip courtesy of me. We're square.” he replied.

“Phew! I thought I'd be sent to the gallows.”

“The gallows haven't been used in over 100 years. Besides, your daughter would have my head.”

“True. She would be so mad at you.”

That's when the alarm on his Apple Watch went off. 

“Well, it's been fun. But duty calls, my King. Your audience awaits.”

Marquise groaned.

“Fineeee. I guess I can let you and my little ones go for now.”

She giggled at the look on his face. 

“You'll be okay.”

He kissed her one last time before both got dressed and went their separate ways for the rest of the day. 

The next day Shanelle found herself just finishing up lunch with her parents and her very animated daughter in one of the palace gardens.

“I can’t wait to be a big sister. Grammy, do you think I’ll be like you are with uncle Hank?” Khari asked her grandmother.

“I hope so, sunshine,” Shantel replied.

“You want my daughter to boss the twins around like you are to uncle Hank, mom?” Shanelle asked her mother.

“I don't boss him around! I just tell him the correct way to do things.” Shantel replied.

“Mom. You are mean to your baby brother.”

“I am not!” Shantel protested.

“Your mother’s right Shanelle. She's not mean to her brother.” Damien piped up.

“Thank you. See? Listen to your father Shanelle.”

Shanelle rolled her eyes good-naturedly.

“Besides, the only brother Shantel’s ever been mean to is mine.” 

Shanelle dropped her fork.

“You have a brother Pop Pop?” Khari asked Damien.

Damien looked up from Khari to see his wife and daughter looking at him like he had lost his mind. 

“Yes, sunshine. I have an older brother.”

“I didn't know that! Where does he live?” Khari asked.

“He lives here in Cordonia,” he replied.

Shanelle glared daggers at her father. That's when Marquise walked into the garden. He instantly noticed the looks on the faces of his wife and mother-in-law. He knew whatever it was, it wasn't good.

“Well hello everyone.” 

“Hi, daddy!” Khari replied as she ran up to him.

“Hello, my love. How is lunch?” he asked his daughter.

“It's good. Daddy did you know Pop Pop has a brother?” she asked her dad. 

“Yes, I know my love. How do you know?” Marquise asked his daughter. 

“Pop Pop said so. He said his brother lives here. Did you know that too?” she replied. 

Marquise had to school the annoyance at his father-in-law on his face into a mask.

“Yes, my love. I knew about that too,” he replied.

“Will I get to meet him, Daddy?” Khari asked. 

“Probably not, little one,” he replied. 

“Oh…” she said dejectedly. 

Marquise didn't like seeing his daughter disappointed, but he knew that her mother didn't want their daughter to know about him. So His Majesty changed the subject.

“Did you tell your grandparents about your river rock collection?” Marquise asked Khari.

“Huh? Oh yeah! I forgot about that.” she replied.

“Why don't you go show your grandparents your rock collection?” he suggested to his daughter. 

“That's a good idea Marquise. Pop Pop and I would love to see your rock collection sunshine.” Shantel quipped.

“Okay, Grammy! Let's go!” Khari said to her grandmother before saying to her grandfather. “Come on Pop Pop.”

“Pop Pop will join you in a bit, baby. You and Grammy go on ahead.” Shanelle said to Khari.

“Okay, mommy,” Khari replied before taking Shantel’s hand and going into the palace.

When the coast was clear, Shanelle turned her furious gaze to her father.

“What the hell is wrong with you?!” she hissed at her father.

“I'm sorry Shanelle. It just slipped out.” Damien replied.

“Way to go, Your Highness. You have put the thought of that idiot brother of yours into my daughter's head.” Marquise deadpanned.

Damien rolled his eyes at Marquise before turning to his daughter. 

“I know how you feel about him, Shanelle, but that doesn't make him any less family.” 

Shanelle scoffed as she stood up. 

“Family to who, daddy? To you? Because he will never be family to me.” 

“Shanelle, please. Don't you think you've punished him enough?” Damien asked her.

“Is he still alive?” she replied.

“Yes.”

“Then no. I haven't. And why do you care anyway?” she asked her father.

“Because he's still my brother. And whether you like it or not, he's still your uncle.” he replied.

“If I may interject, Your Highness.” Marquise piped up. “A lesson your daughter and I had to learn the hard way. Blood makes you related. It doesn't make you a family.”

Damien let out an aggravated sigh.

“Thank you, Your Majesty. I'm well aware of how you and my daughter feel.” he said to Marquise before looking to his daughter. 

“If that were the case, Daddy, you would've kept your mouth shut. But clearly, that's not the case.”

“What is so wrong with Khari knowing that I have a brother?” Damien asked.

“Your brother is the problem. Your brother is a cancer that I don’t want anywhere near my children.” Shanelle replied before walking inside leaving her father and husband by themselves.

“Well, Your Highness, you have once again managed to piss your daughter off,” Marquise said to his father-in-law.

“I just wish she’d stop acting like he's the villain of the story.”

“He is the villain of the story. Him, my father, and you. All of you are the villains in this story.”

“How many times do I have to apologize for my role in the marriage treaty?” Damien asked.

Marquise shrugged.

“However long it takes, Your Highness.”

Damien sighed heavily.

“I made an honest mistake mentioning him. And when Khari asked, I didn't want to lie to her.”

“While I understand that, the job of telling my daughter about your brother is up to two people. Her mother and I. Not you.”

“Again, I'm sorry. It won't ever happen again, Your Majesty.”

“Good. See that it doesn't. Now have you spoken to him, recently?” Marquise asked.

“No. Not in months anyway.” Damien replied.

“But you have had communication with him, yes?” Marquise asked. 

“Of course I have Marquise. As I said earlier, he's still my brother.” Damien answered.

“He's the same brother who sold your daughter off. It's extraordinary how you still hold him in such high regard.”

“I'm not my daughter. I can't just cut him off.”

“Of course, you can Damien. You choose not to.”

Damien let out a frustrated sigh.

“In other news, your nephew won the election in Comery Isle.“

“He did? That's great!”

“He'll be here tonight for a state dinner.”

“If it's alright with you, I'd like to attend the dinner as well.”

“It's fine. As long as you don't embarrass my wife tonight.”

“I wouldn't dream of it.”

“Good. Now I'm going to find your daughter and calm her down, and you’re supposed to be looking at the rock collection of mine.”

“Is that an order, Your Majesty?” Damien asked.

“What do you think Damien?” Marquise asked before walking inside.

That evening Marquise and Shanelle were walking to one of the side dining rooms in the palace with her father in tow. When the three stopped at the doors leading into the dining room, Marquise gently squeezed his wife’s left wrist.

“Are you ready, my love?” he asked Shanelle.

“As I'll ever be,” she replied.

“It'll be over soon. And before you know it, we'll be able to put our daughter to bed.”

She smiled softly at him. He spared a glance at his father-in-law who dipped his chin as if to bow, before signaling to the guard to open the doors. When the three walked into the dining room, they were greeted by Shanelle’s cousin Prince Edwin Miller and the last person on earth that she'd ever want to see: her uncle. 

“Good evening Your Majesties. You’re both looking well.” Prince Edwin said as he greeted them.

“Thank you, Your Highness. You as well. Congratulations on winning the election.” Marquise replied.

“Thank you, Your Majesty. I am ready to hit the ground running for the people of Comery Isle.”

“And congratulations on your engagement, Your Highness. We wish you and Naya all the happiness in the world.”

Edwin nods politely.

“Thank you, my King. I appreciate your good wishes. And I hope you and my cousin know that our engagement is not meant to be spiteful. Naya understands the region we are both in and wants to bring about change for the people.”

“I'm sure that she does. Again, we wish you both well.”

Edwin looked at Shanelle.

“You’re looking well, Shanelle.”

“Thank you. So are you.”

“Congratulations to you and His Majesty on your newest edition.”

Shanelle smiled cordially.

“Thank you, Edwin. I appreciate that.”

“You’re most welcome.”

That's when Edwin’s father groaned.

“Yes yes. Félicitations and all that. Can we move on?” King Edward asked impatiently.

Shanelle set her jaw but kept her mouth shut when Marquise wrapped his hand around her left wrist. Edward looked over her shoulder to see her father standing behind her. He softened slightly.

“Hello, little brother. It's been a while," Edward said to Damien.

Damien smiled softly.

“Hello, Edward. It's good to see you. How is Genevieve?”

“She's doing well, thank you. How is your wife? Forgive me, I've forgotten her name.”

“Shantel," Shanelle spoke up.

“Ahh yes. Thank you, my niece.”

“Your Majesty.” She corrected him.

Edward raised an eyebrow at her.

“Oh so now you care about your title, my niece?” he asked her. 

“I have always cared about my title. And I will not continue to remind you of my title.” she replied.

“Nice to see you are still as obstinate as ever…Your Majesty.” he sneered at Shanelle.

“Let us all have a seat, and get started shall we?” Marquise suggested.

Everyone took their seats at Marquise’s request. Not soon after the first course was served. 

“I see you still know how to serve your guests an appropriate meal, Shanelle,” Edward said to her.

Marquise placed his right hand on his wife’s knee. Rubbing it in soft circles.

“Edward, I will only remind you once. You will address my wife by her title.” Marquise warned the former King.

Edward backed down.

“Apologies, my King. I'm only teasing is all.” 

Marquise smiled tightly.

“With all due respect, Your Highness. I know for a fact that you’re not.” 

Edward gave Marquise a lopsided smile.

“Again, my apologies. I meant no disrespect.”

Edwin cleared his throat awkwardly before addressing the room.

“I was hoping after dinner Her Majesty and I could discuss the new budget proposal I have for Comery Isle.” 

“As long as it follows the tax codes of Cordonia and includes the continuation of the labor tax incentive program, we'll talk.”

Edward clears his throat.

“Okay. I will have to revise my budget plan and then reschedule with you, Your Majesty.”

Shanelle raised an eyebrow at her cousin.

“Whatever for?” she asked. 

“Well the current budget I have written doesn't include the tax incentive program,” Edwin replied.

“And why not?” she asked. 

“If I may be completely honest, it's a waste of time. The money is better spent on more pressing matters of Comery Isle. Like paying the severance package owed to the former Lord Neville and his family.” Edwin replied.

Shanelle sighed in annoyance.

“Is what the people voted for, Edwin?” she asked.

“No, it's not. But I also believe in forgiveness. The Vancoeur family served Comery Isle and Cordonia with distinction.” he replied. 

“Did you get a look at the finances of the former Lord's family?” Shanelle asked.

“No, I didn't,” Edwin replied.

Shanelle nodded decisively.

“I'm not surprised. Because if you did you would've seen that they had been embezzling from the main treasury of the island for decades. Imposed unsafe and unfair labor practices. Much like Connie, they underpaid and even fired workers at their estate without any true rhyme or reason. All of this on top of their involvement with the Via Imperii. In conclusion, I'm not about to sign off on any type of severance package for them. They're lucky they got to keep whatever treasury they had left.”

Edward scoffed.

“So they skimmed a little off the top, so what?” Edward sneered at Shanelle.

“That's funny. I don't believe I was talking to you.” Shanelle snapped at him. 

Edward rolled his eyes before addressing his brother.

“You know, I'm starting to regret putting your daughter in power.”

Damien took a deep breath before looking at his older brother. 

“Unfortunately for you, it's too little too late to rewrite history.” Shanelle said to the former King. 

“Is that so? And what makes you think that I can't snatch your title from you?” Edward asked Shanelle.

“Well for starters, you lost the power to do anything when my husband and I were married. Second, many of your old friends, allies, colleagues, and associates were given a choice: either align with the new Monarchy under my husband and I or lose your social status.” Shanelle replied. 

Edward clapped slowly.

“Very clever, my niece. You've finally learned to wield your power.”

“First, last and only time I am going to tell you this: I am not your niece. We are not family.”

Edward gave Shanelle a haughty look.

“So you keep saying.” he sneered.

The former King then turned his attention and sneered toward Marquise.

“I have to know, is this how you honor your father's name, house, and legacy, Your Majesty? By erasing his contributions to the Kingdom?” Edward asked Marquise.

Marquise closed his eyes and then took a calming breath.

“Edward, that's none of your goddamn business. What I do as King with or in my kingdom is the business of me, my wife, and the new Monarchy. As my wife stated, you lost your power and right to control anything when we were married. Which by the way, was by you and my father's design. So if you're feeling forgotten by either the Monarchy or the people, then that's your fault.” 

Edward's face soured.

“You two were handpicked for a reason. You were supposed to have toed the line. Kept the Monarchy and nobility first. That's how Cordonia is supposed to work. But instead, you two are soft. You punish the nobility because of your combined hatred for me and the late Constantine.”

“Watch your tongue, Edward! Less you want it to be cut out.” Marquise hissed.

Edward scoffed.

“Is that a threat, Your Majesty?” Edward asked.

“No. It's a reminder that there is only one King in this room. And as that King, I have had just about enough of you and your disrespect.” Marquise replied.

Edward chuckled darkly.

“I see now why your father always considered you to be weak, Marquise. You don't have the balls to make the decisions necessary for the kingdom to thrive and survive. It's no wonder why your mother didn't last long as Queen.” Edward sneered at Marquise.

“Edward, that is enough!” Damien finally spoke up.

“And of course, my spineless little brother finds a way to defend these fools.”

That's when Shanelle had heard enough.

“You know what?” Shanelle said before throwing her water glass at Edward who barely had enough time to duck.

“You ungrateful bitch! I gave you and this hollow idiot the world on a silver platter and this is how you both repay me? The only reason you’re even the shadow of a Monarchy is because of me!” Edward shouted. 

“Guards!” Marquise’s voice boomed. “Get this parasite out of my palace before I have him tried for treason and hanged!”

Everyone watched as the guards hauled the shouting former King away.

“Damien get my wife out of here. Now!” he ordered his father-in-law.

With one last look at her husband, Shanelle followed her father out of the dining room. Marquise turned his attention to an annoyed Edwin.

“Well, my cousin does it again. She has a temper tantrum and my father gets blamed for it,” Edwin sneered.

“Prince Edwin, please do what your father can never seem to do and shut up!” Marquise hissed.

Edwin kept his mouth shut and the annoyance on his face clear.

“I will only issue this warning once. If you ever bring that God-awful human slug anywhere near my palace again, I will make sure that your wedding day is the day of your wake.” 

“Are you threatening me?” Edwin asked.

Marquise gave him a cold smile that was reminiscent of his father’s smile.

“Merely reminding you of who you are and aren't my good man. We'll be in touch, and do give Naya my regards.”

With that Marquise walked out of the dining room leaving Prince Edwin in a stunned silence. 

[heraaaaaaaa]

Since this is a sideblog, I follow from my main. Be warned /silly - if you want to refer to the mod of this blog, feel free to call me Mod A., I use he/him ^_^ - I AM A MINOR! (Old enough to be on Tumblr, but still.) Do keep that in mind.

Greetings, salutations, hello, I am Hera. Goddess of marriage, women, family, other things you already know because you worship me (everybody does, as they should). If you wish to talk to me- I like gold. And peacocks. Feel free to gift me some. (is this a silent threat for you to cherish my existence? Yes. Yes it is.) All jokes aside: ask me whatever you wish. And this is supposed to be a intro post... So, here we go. OOC: Feel free to torture her with asks! :D

Name: Hera Kronia

Age: don't you think it's rude to ask? Well, old enough to be your mother's mother

Pronouns: she/her

Partner: my husband Zeus. His loyalty is just unmatched 😒😒

Inbox: open!

Social security number: 2

My children: @lightning-prince-of-gods, @mansplain-malewife-manwhore and @drunk-duolingo

My many stepchildren include, but are not limited to: @zeuss-polish-daughter

I possess them: @unhinged-as-hell

A masterpost of surprisingly empowering quotes 💫

This will be edited as I think of more details. The blog is more centric about the actual Greek mythology + EPIC the Musical, I have never read PJO books. Though I can keep a conversation. And the blog is not limited to just EPIC-musical RPs! :D if she calls you a pet name such as dear, she calls everybody that. In a sarcastic way. And if the message contains lots of italics, it is usually sarcasm.

Also, OOC will talk like this. Just so you know: I swear. A lot. I don't really know what to do, so I'll probably just pop into other ask boxes from time to time... Please keep in mind that Hera will be a bitch most of the time. I, the person behind this blog, am not. Maybe keep NSFW to a minimum here?? Thanks :3 English isn't my first language, so mistakes are gonna happen, sorryy...I often use tone tags! You don't need to use them, but just know that I use them because it's kinda hard for me to tell tone (because 'tism /silly). If you need me to tag potential triggers, just tell me!

Anyway, here's some picrews I made for my design of Hera :D

[liminalgodspace]

【Ｇｏｄｓｐａｃｅ】- "The gods are awaiting you . . ."

-Join the Liminal Godspace. It is a discord roleplay server for Gods, Villages and etc. We have seasonal events such as the spring ball and summers. Anyone is welcome with their ocs to make a powerful god. Great moderation and talkative mods. 🪐

Step into the divine realms of our Discord server for a God RP experience like no other! Join a vibrant community where gods await, ready to engage in exciting storytelling and adventure. From ancient folklore to modern mythology, our server offers rich roleplay opportunities. Bring or make your own OC Tupperboxes and dive into exciting conversations about your characters. Join us for love, care, fun, and endless roleplay richness!

Ocs: You can make any God/Goddess oc. If you want to get creative, you can add Spirits or and other mystic creatures. Everyone is mostly avaliable to role playing.

Role-playing: There is a variety of people to roleplay with such as other beautiful Gods. There are mostly no rules to Role-playing. Just have fun

If you wanna join, go in my bio or here :

https://discord.com/invite/qyFDsrrM3q

[darkdoverpseeker]

21+ semi-experimental rp, not fandom specific*, exploring the notion of spirituality as a mode of relating to existence and what it means to relate to a transcendent being (building off Chris Gosden's definition of religion). It would, then, be more conversational in nature. Overall, I would call it a collaborative, post-modern art project using interaction as the medium and existentialism as the mode.

My Muse is named Báme and is connected to Mercury (as broadly as the symbol can be applied and interpreted) and the Sephiroth of Hod. She is the Goddess of Magick, Analysis, and Communication; although it should be noted She is the personification of symbols rather than Concepts, and therefore open to interpretation. By Her Mercurial nature, obviously there is a question of hermeneutics and consistency. The philosophical implications of this will play out in practice.

This is open to any character, OC or not, as I think a dynamic stance will get the most out of the concept (see footnote below). Likewise, I think it more interesting to see what possibilities lie in stylistic variance than limiting it one way or another; that said, my preference can probably be ascertained by my own. In terms of content, I have mixed feelings, so I'll just say remember there's a fleshy human on the other side - please use your best judgement and avoid being actively hurtful.

The main methods of interaction are asks, acting as 'prayers' (which may or may not be answered), and submissions, acting as 'offerings'. Additionally, people can like this post if they'd like their character to have a 'spiritual experience', ie to receive an ask, that being the Call to Adventure of the scene/scenario/etc. If you're wanting to explore NSFW themes, keep in mind it will be posted publicly if I respond (ie no dms atm and no anon asks).

Footnote

*If we consider divinity as (to put it reductively) the phenominological interaction with a concept (ie the important part of spirituality being the experience, not what lies on the other side of said experience; as Nietzsche put it, "The question of religion is not truth, but does it inspire?", or Joseph Campbell's notion that religion is the "window we draw around Nothing" so we know where to look) we can therefore put this in a modal realist context, ie there is no canon beyond the 'magic circle', as Huizinga might put it, of the activity - although challenging this could be interesting.

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[farararocket]

OOC Blog Explainer

21+ semi-experimental rp, not fandom specific*, exploring the notion of spirituality as a mode of relating to existence and what it means to relate to a transcendent being (building off Chris Gosden's definition of religion). It would, then, be more conversational in nature. Overall, I would call it a collaborative, post-modern art project using interaction as the medium and existentialism as the mode.

My Muse is named Báme and is connected to Mercury (as broadly as the symbol can be applied and interpreted) and the Sephiroth of Hod. She is the Goddess of Magick, Analysis, and Communication; although it should be noted She is the personification of symbols rather than Concepts, and therefore open to interpretation. By Her Mercurial nature, obviously there is a question of hermeneutics and consistency. The philosophical implications of this will play out in practice.

This is open to any character, OC or not, as I think a dynamic stance will get the most out of the concept (see footnote below). Likewise, I think it more interesting to see what possibilities lie in stylistic variance than limiting it one way or another; that said, my preference can probably be ascertained by my own (possibly pretentious) writing style. In terms of content, I have mixed feelings, so I'll just say remember there's a fleshy human on the other side - please use your best judgement and avoid being actively hurtful.

The main methods of interaction are asks, acting as 'prayers' (which may or may not be answered), and submissions, acting as 'offerings'. Additionally, people can like this post if they'd like their character to have a 'spiritual experience', ie to receive an ask, that being the Call to Adventure of the scene/scenario/etc. If you're wanting to explore NSFW themes, keep in mind it will be posted publicly if I respond (ie no dms atm and no anon asks).

Footnote

*If we consider divinity as (to put it reductively) the phenominological interaction with a concept (ie the important part of spirituality being the experience, not what lies on the other side of said experience; as Nietzsche put it, "The question of religion is not truth, but does it inspire?", or Joseph Campbell's notion that religion is the "window we draw around Nothing" so we know where to look) we can therefore put this in a modal realist context, ie there is no canon beyond the 'magic circle', as Huizinga might put it, of the activity - although challenging this could be interesting.

[dogsgone]

ooc/rules/cw

mun is kris. 24. they/them, anxious bastard lol

updated 7/3/23: the wrath month edition

the roulxs:

18+ only

minors and personals will be soft blocked. upon following again: hard block.

if you are a personal with an rp sideblog please make it clear on your blog or just tell me because otherwise you might get blocked.

minor MUSES are fine though

i read rules pages for every blog i follow that has one but i have a shit memory so if i accidentally breach one of your rules please let me know. or block me if it’s that egregious but please for the love of god do not publicly @ me who the fuck does that. do not make a callout post for me being forgetful like a fucking weirdo. if i breach a rule that is not on your rules page then i’m sorry, i’m not a mind reader.

on the “q slur:” i’ll do my best to tag is as “#q //” that’s q, two slashes. keep in mind i identify with that word, strongly. if it angers you that i would dare use a “"slur”“ to label myself or whatever, remember “gay” has seen just as much use as a slur. i grew up in the american south, i’ve heard both words used for the same harmful reasons. sorry if this comes off as angry or petty, but if you were continually told that “gay” is a slur and you shouldn’t use it for yourself, you’d be tired and angry too, wouldn’t you? i’ll do my best to tag for it, but i will die on this hill.

please tag spiders/scorpions/arachnids, hanging/nooses, and also maybe trypo/holes thanks

semi-selective i will roleplay with most fandoms, ocs, and muses also not moots exclusive.

please don’t like. involve me in drama or callouts or shit. i’m just here trying to play fucking online dolls

with the above said i do reserve the right to block/cease interacting with ppl who make me uncomfortable, just like you reserve the right to block/cease interacting with me if i make u uncomfortable. i prefer to try to come to some kind of understanding first, but sometimes it doesn’t work out that way

please note that i, the mun, am mentally ill and neurodivergent. in a lot of cases, my muses will share some of my own personal struggles to sort of like. explore these things myself and shit. link in particular shares a lot of my neurodivergencies and chronic pain. shit gets frustrating and sometimes roleplaying a tiny elf twink going thru the same shit helps a bit. u know how it is.

though link may act a bit naive and sometimes even childish, he is still very much an adult. not a “rule” exactly just something to keep in mind.

sorry if some of these seem overly detailed or serious. i’ve been around the block when it comes to rp tumblr i’m just trying to cover all my bases in at least a semi concise manner.

also sorry if any of this comes off as passive aggressive or rude. i can’t parse or regulate tone for shit like in an actual verbal conversation, trying to convey it thru text is damn near impossible for me lmao

i’m really just a tired nerd who is trying to have fun on this hellsite.

um that’s all i can think of for now may add or change more later thanks for reading have a great time

content warnings:

Content warnings for this blog include, but may not be limited to:

- Religious trauma

- Violence, death, etc.

- The inherent psychological torment that comes with being cursed to reincarnate forever and ever, only to be brought into the world when evil once again threatens to destroy everything, and having only a single use and purpose in life to the goddess one serves, that being the wielder of her sacred blade to seal away the evil once more, until it inevitably rears its ugly head again. I guess this goes under religious trauma.

- Mental illness and trauma in general.

- Lycanthropy.

That’s all I can think of for now; if more comes up, I’ll add to this list, and as always, if I’m unsure of anything, I will tag it with #ask to tag, so feel free to blacklist that tag if you need to.