I think the crust inheritance issue can only be solved by might make right (lol). Like if a minor Blaiddyd crusted individual marries major Riegan individual, the major wins out and is the only one that gets passed down? Idk how to explain this but if a family/lineage gets two crests the more prominent/powerful one sort of stops the other from being passed down. How this is determined I have no clue but I can't think of anything way to make sense of this. (Might have created even more plotholes with this theory)
Doesn't solve the 120 kids problem tho
That's assuming there are rules for Crest inheritence, and even in Judgral you don't have them so...
(In Jugdral, Major Tordo Bloom and Minor Fala Hilda have two kids, Major Tordo Ishtar (without Fala blood) and useless!Ishtore (no holy blood, and no lines in the game) but if you pair Lex and Ayra, both of their kids have Minor Odo and Minor Neir...)
Imagine a pair of sibling in this situation, the Blaiddyd one is shipped to Faerghus while the Riegan one stays in Leicester?
We could possibly have had this issue with a possible Ingrid-Glenn kid, let's say Felix drinks Adrestian kool-aid and ditches his father and duchy, and Glenn was alive and happily married to Ingrid, if their kid has a Fraldarius Crust, would the kid be sent to Fraldarius and would have to assume the role of Duke when Rodrigue dies, or could that kid live as a Galatean kid, taking over grandpa's role and becoming a knight ?
In your AU though, anon, it'd mean certain marriages would be forbidden or at least not that well accepted, because say, if Major Charon Catherine ends up with Dimitri, all of their children are going to have Catherine's Crest of Charon, so we would have a king/queen without a Blaiddyd Crest? It creates more drama though (Felix marrying Ingrid means the Galatean line of Daphnel Crust is extinguished? Unless Ingrid's potential nephew/nieces are born with random crests of Daphnel?).
Anyways, the game dgaf about those possibilities, if Sylvain and Ingrid's ending is any indication (they have many kids, and none of them bear a crest...).
Don't worry about the plotholes anon, theorising and coming up with AUs is fun!
And the 120 Kids AU is just to bring more drama to the Imperial House (but I'd suspect to deal with this problem, a Vestra could suggest to "cull the spares down") and the irrational fear that if they don't produce a heir with a crest of seiros, the creature in Garreg Mach will steal their throne.
(on to that topic of inheritence, I can bet the "Emperor of that time" wasn't super duper happy when he learnt a random nobody suddenly got a "major crest of seiros", then what, the next Emperor of Adrestia will be Jeralt Eisner?)
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might have accidentally written a sky:cotl short story hehe (EDEN SPOILERS!!!)
Styria’s wings pounded, their breathing hard, but they still had the gall to call out behind them, “What’s taking you so long?”
Sairo’s wings beat, taking their sweet time. “I’m not in a hurry.”
Styria practically died laughing, almost falling out of the sky. “They’re showing off the crowning of Eden today! How can you not be excited?”
Sairo huffed, and another star on their cape depleted as they flew. “I am excited. It’s just… I miss the butterflies.
Styria suddenly stopped flying, closing their wings slightly. “I do too. But they say that the harvesting will make our lives better. That we’ll have more light.”
Sairo sighed, finally catching up to their sibling. “I know. But the rain’s never been so hard. I’m always cold, and I miss having the butterflies in my hands. I don’t like the jars, and it takes so long to convince the butterflies back into them like Eden mandates.”
Styria flew over and landed on the branch of a tree near the Wind Paths. “I know. I miss the whales. They used to come through the forest all the time, and now I hardly ever see them.
Sairo curled up a little bit on the tree. “And is it just me, or does the water hurt a little bit, too?”
Their dark blue cape enveloped their younger sibling, hugging them tightly. “The rain falls harder than it did before. But it’s okay. It’ll get better.”
They began crying. “Kirio hasn’t sent me a message boat in a long time.”
Styria pulled them closer, their warmth mixing softly. “How long is a long time?”
Sairo’s tears couldn’t just be stopped so easily. “It’s been two weeks. Kirio always sends me boats on Saturdays. Tomorrow, it’ll have been three weeks.”
They rocked back and forth atop the tree. “Don’t worry. How is Kirio?”
The younger child’s chest wracked harder with tears. “They hate it in Golden Land. The crabs have gotten really angry. They don’t like to be touched, and if we get near them, they attack. They also have started fearing really loud noises. Kirio’s parents have been doing testing, and they got really hurt when they got attacked. They say it’s because of the harvest.”
Styria’s eyes went wide. “What!? Aren’t Kirio’s parents creature specialists? And crabs are supposed to be friendly. None of the other animals have gotten affected.”
Sairo continued to cry. “I don’t know, Styria. The whales, whenever I see them in the clouds by Golden Land… They don’t greet me anymore. Not even Soraos.”
Styria began to weep with Sairo. “But Soraos is your closest friend! You’ve known it since you were little.”
Sairo pressed their mask into Styria’s shoulder. “I don’t know, Styria. I don’t know. I don’t know.”
They looked at the sky, and stood. “We have to go. We need to get to the crowning.”
Sairo got up as well, and grasped Styria’s hand as they flew.
They arrived at the crowning, just in time for the eruption.
Ash fell from the sky, rocks pelting them, stronger than the rain at home. Styria’s cape wrapped around Sairo. They cried together, for the great Eye of Eden, named for the glory of its buildings, the things its ruler had achieved that no one had ever before.
The ruler had discovered how to harvest the light from creatures, to use that light for themselves.
As rubble collapsed from the sky, as the stars on their backs depleted, as tens of others collapsed, Sairo counted. There were more than fifty who had attended the crowning. More than fifty who would die. Dark creatures that could only be described as dragons patrolled the skies, and a constant rain of red rock fell from the skies.
The ruler claimed all light in the world for themselves. For the Kingdom of those who resided in the Sky, or for short, the Kingdom of Sky.
“Styria, I’m scared.” Their arms surrounded them, and they hugged them back tightly, clinging on to them like a lifeline.
“Me, too.”
The ruler always celebrated the day of their crowning, because it had been the day that creatures were industrialized. The light gained was distributed everywhere, but the most was brought to Eden, for as grandiose as it was, it could not function without light. More light than could be produced by the children of Sky.
Sairo felt their last cape star depleting. They brought out their red candle, the candle they had had since before they could remember. And, oh light, for the first time in their memory, their candlelight wavered, then died out. They felt, deep in their core, a piece of themself shatter. Stars exploded from their back, their spine arching with pain.
“Sairo!” Their older sibling screamed and screamed and screamed and screamed and screamed. Sairo’s blood spilled, but crystalised the moment it spilt. It happened again, stars flying from their skin, slicing their skin as they flew, and their blood turned to blue crystal, hindering their movement, preventing their escape.
Styria was trapped inside Sairo’s blackened arms, and on their final star.
The ruler sat upon a hill, the entire mountain their throne. Light was fed throughout the mountain for the ruler to gather as they sat, to become more powerful even idly.
Styria’s core shattered. Their hair faded, their shape dissipating, who they were disappearing. The two siblings became two amongst sixty-three others, dying in the Eye of Eden, no face, no distinguishable features. Just two husks of what might have once been siblinghood.
No one, least of all the ruler, expected it when the mountain erupted. Too much light from the wrong places, for the wrong reasons resulted in its corruption. Light in its destructive form.
Light may warm, and light may kill.
On the day of the crowning, light killed.
Light killed sixty-three, to be exact.
Styria and Sairo’s last thoughts were of fear.
They now await you, in the midst of a foreign rain.
They await their reunion with the skies.
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HI KENDALL ILY
humbly sending u 💖 wif any of my selfships :3
hi sainty!!! im such a huge sairo fan that i literally can't NOT do these for you two <3
✧ he is the playlist king. he has made a playlist for every single important event the two of you have ever shared (anniversaries, birthdays, smaller events) bc he thinks a soundtrack really creates the moment.
✧ when the two of you first got together, he made you this little makeshift ring out of tape that was barely big enough to fit over your finger but you still have it tucked inside of you jewelry box despite the fact he has replaced it with something real multiple times over. it just reminds you of those sweet early days <3
✧ he will never let you have a bad day. he understands that they happen but he moves into action literally as quickly as he can to make you smile even over the dumbest things bc seeing you frown makes him feel like he isn't doing what he needs to do to make you happy even if he rationally understands that's not what's happening. he just likes that pretty smile so much!
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