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Pairing: royalty!Mingi x royalty gn!Reader

Genre: Fluff, light angst, royalty au, arranged marriage au

Warnings: none

WC: 1898

Summary: You and Mingi aren't friends, not even after marriage. But you're not enemies either. In fact, you don't know where you stand but after an incident maybe it could be something more?

after being complained at for "never writing Mingi" (ahem @mingsolo) here we are! to tide us over while i struggle through nanowrimo i have a handful of prewritten fics so y'all aren't dehydrated

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“With the power vested in me by the Gods, I unite Princess (Y/N) (L/N) and Crown Prince Mingi Song in holy matrimony, thus joining their kingdoms.”

The priest leads the two of you to join hands, and as you do light shines from within your clasped hands. The ceremony is over and you are now married to the…well, former nemesis of your people. The funniest thing was when you were just toddlers, your parents had even talked about marrying the two of you together. But then something changed. And it wasn’t long before both countries were locked in a war before you even had the chance to talk to the prince for more than your greetings.

It was devastating. Both countries were large and powerful, and the smaller kingdoms around them suffered for it. It was only when his father died that the high empire intervened and, as a result, decided to use your marriage to make peace. Mingi would not be crowned until he was married to you, and the wedding took place much sooner than you had hoped.

Which brings you to now. Neither you nor Mingi talked or even looked at each other the entire carriage ride home. It was not a joyous occasion, not for the two of you. No shared beds, or rooms, just barely acknowledging each others' presence.

In fact, you’re pretty sure he hates you. He rarely acknowledges your presence. You don’t know what to do with yourself in this hellhole. All you do is show your face in the throne room when needed and then retreat to either your private gardens or room until next called for.

“Yuri, could you do me a favour?” you call for your handmaiden, who might just be one of your only friends in this dreadful castle. The servants like you well enough but there’s only some much kindness they can offer before the nobles’ words get to you.

“Yes, milady?” Like a ghost, she moves to stand beside you, her hair glowing in the sun. Sometimes you look at her and feel she would be a so much better fit for the role of queen here. You can barely hold the attention of the court ladies while Yuri can shut them up with a single polite sentence. “How may I assist you today?”

“Could you do me a favour and fetch me some tea? You know my favourite. I’ll take it in my room, and you can take the day off.”

Yuri bows her head. “Thank you, milady.” You can hear the smile in her voice, excited at the prospect of a day off. You wave her off and as she enters the side door, you lean back on your hands and enjoy the rays of sunshine on your face for just a moment alone. You take moments like this with gratefulness, as it’s only when you’re truly alone that you feel almost at home.

With another sigh and a crack of your back, you brush off your full skirts and make your way to your room. It’s when you almost reach your quarters that you run into Lady Miyoung, a lady of high social standing that you heard was rumoured to be marrying Mingi before the war had started.

“Lady Miyoung, what a surprise,” you greet her quietly, tilting your head into a bow. “I did not expect to see you near this wing.” You did not expect her because this area is regulated strictly as only you, your personal servants, and your husband are allowed entrance.

“Oh, yes, a pleasant surprise, I’m sure,” Miyoung sniffs haughtily and your eye twitches. As much as she despises you, she’s popular among the court and if you dare raise a word against her the social exile you would face would be irreparable. “I heard the most interesting conversation the other day, you know.”

“Ah,” you are not quite that interested in court gossip, but if Miyoung found her way into your wing without being stopped, it must be something important.

“I heard,” Miyoung leans in as if you’re sharing secrets about childhood crushes, “that King Mingi has been looking for a second wife to bear him a son. A woman of his court, with high social standing, of course. In fact, I heard that he’s quite sick of his war trophy.”

And her words cut you deep. You know she’s referring to herself as the lady of the court with a high social standing, and that you are his war trophy. She’s not subtle, but she’s subtle enough that you cannot sentence her to anything without the wrath of the court against you. You feel your throat tightening but you force an almost painful smile on your face. “I see. Well, the rumours of the court have no bearing on how I will go about my day, so I thank you for your wisdom. You may leave.”

Miyoung raises a perfectly shaped brow, no doubt pleased at your obvious hurt but also craving more of a reaction. “Now, now, there’s no haste. A court doll like you must have nothing else of interest as her husband, His Royal Majesty, has much more important matters to attend to.”

Your eyes widen in shock. Never before had a court lady been so openly disdainful of you. Behind your back, easily, but to your face and in your quarters? You open your mouth to rebuke her but before a single word leaves your mouth, you hear wind rushing past your ears as a person stands before you. As your eyes move up his broad back your hand flies to your mouth as you recognise the back of Mingi’s head.

“My King,” Miyoung stutters out, just as surprised at his sudden appearance.

“Why are you here?” Mingi’s booming voice echoes in the narrow hallway. “I do not recall you being given permission to be in this area of the castle.”

“Why, Queen (Y/N) invited me herself,” she lies straight out of her teeth.

Mingi looks back at you, his eyebrow raised as he awaits your confirmation. And on any other occasion, maybe you would have folded in your eagerness to please the court, but your heart still stings from Miyoung’s words. You shake your head ever so imperceptibly.

Mingi nods. “I see. Now, Lady Miyoung,” his head snaps back to her and she has the audacity to flutter her eyelashes at him. “Lying to the King and putting words in the Queen Consort’s mouth is a punishment worthy of being stripped of your title.”

“Your Majesty!” Miyoung squawks and Mingi holds up a hand to silence her in the middle of her sentence.

“Not to mention the other offences I heard when walking by,” Mingi continues and Miyoung swallows as she realises the trouble she put herself into. “Spreading harmful rumours about the King and the Queen Consort?”

“You’re majesty, I wasn’t–” Miyoung tries to save herself but Mingi is not having it.

“Keep your snake mouth shut” he snaps “lest I cut your tongue off for disrespecting my wife. You have, by extent, insulted me as well. Second wife? Don’t make me laugh. Queen (Y/N) is a hundred times more the queen you would ever be.”

Before Miyoung could protest anymore, Mingi snaps his fingers and guards you didn’t even expect to be there come out of the shadows to take Miyoung by the arms.

“My King!”

“Mingi!”

Both you and Miyoung gasp in surprise, although yours is more confused and hers is plain offence, but Mingi ignores you both as he addresses his guards. “Take Lady Miyoung to the dungeons while I decide what to do with her.”

And without hesitation, the soldiers drag an offended and whining Miyoung away. It’s only when her hollers finally cease that you snap to attention, quickly bowing at your husband. “I didn’t expect you to be here, Mingi,” you state as he bows back. “I thank you for your help in dealing with Lady Miyoung, though.”

Mingi sighs. “I should’ve done more before, (Y/N), and I’m sorry. I should’ve known how hard it would be for you, moving so soon after the war.”

You shake your head as your hands clutch at your full skirts. “You have no obligation towards me. Lady Miyoung was, in a way, correct about one thing. I am a war trophy.”

“No obligation?” Mingi’s voice raises in volume but he pauses to calm himself down after he notices you flinch at the volume of it. “(Y/N), you are my wife. The furthest possible thing from a trophy. I should have nipped the gossip in the bud—neither of us wanted a war and we could not control our circumstances.” Mingi reaches forward, almost as if to hold your hands, but decides against it, his hands just hovering awkwardly in the air.”

“But you don’t care,” you contradict him, your voice small. “I know you don’t owe me anything, but I rarely ever see you, and the court thinks I’m a joke. I can’t show my face without hearing the whispers behind my back. I do my best to listen to the commoner’s struggles and offer solutions but there’s only so much I can do when the officials and their wives are against me.”

Your words stun Mingi to his core. “You think I’m indifferent?” At your careful nod, he overcomes his hesitation and takes your shaking hands, bringing them to his chest as you are pulled forward at the motion. “My wife, I adore you. I would be lying to call it love, but I hold you in such high regard, and given time, I would come to love you if you’d let me. I am so sorry that you came to that conclusion.”

You hesitate before reaching forward and squeezing his warm, large hands. “It’s okay,” you whisper. When Mingi raises an eyebrow you laugh breathily at his suspicion. “It truly is. Yes, I felt alone and out of place, but your words and kindness have comforted me. We can try again. I’ll attend more councils with you as is my duty, and we can have lunch together afterwards. I’ll do my best to appeal more to the nobles and we can get to know each other. I don’t hold it against you, Mingi.”

Mingi nods slowly as he processes your words. “We shall,” he smiles and you can’t help but smile back. He brings your hands to his lips, pressing a kiss against them. “We will, and that’s a promise. I will defend your reputation with all I can, and you will blossom in this court, I’m sure of it.”

You giggle a little at his phrasing and you give his hands another gentle squeeze. “I will hold you to that promise.” A pause as you stare into each others’ eyes and an idea hits you. “Mingi, are you busy right now?”

Mingi shakes his head. “No?” he cocks his head, his eyes warm.

Your eyes shine as your smile grows even more on your face. “Then please do me the honour of accompanying me to my garden, my King.” You punctuate your question with a short laugh and Mingi’s eyes shine as he nods.

“Please, let’s.”

You feel a warmth bloom in your chest as you gently pull him down the hall back from where you came.

[fafayayarhen]

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𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡.

Shepherding the crowns of Castile and Aragon by matrimony to Joana, Charles I would assume the throne as king of the Spanish monarchy and later elected as Holy Roman Emperor in 1519.

Thus uniting the kingdoms and elevating the Spanish power to become a central hegemony of the continent. The inheritance Charles I saw a myriad of regions heralded into his reign emperor of the romans.

With the brutality Spain wields, is it not this beast the gemstone loves who is his war machine, his husband?

close-ups aND HERE'S TO HOPING THIS WORKS ARGHGHGSHG anyway have away at my beloved imperial couple

[ricardian-werewolf]

Fanfic Masterlist: Finished Fics:

Rating: Mature Status: FINISHED 5/9/24. Cw/Tws: heavy discussions of mental health, prices of religious trauma and sainthood. Lots of mentions of attempted assassinations by Vasily. Sexual assault mentions, smut in later chapters, graphic depictions of violence, but canon. merzost being used anti-canonically.

Ao3 Link: Masterlist

Stars 'round his wrists.

When I am King, you will be first against the wall.

Take My hand, I'll drown you with me.

But your profile could not hide the fact you knew I was approaching your throne.

The world is lying fallow and you are apart from me.

Holy Water cannot help you now.

Still, I follow the Heartlines on your hand.

Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap.

The Cost of the Crown.

I am a world's forgotten boy.

Once More unto the Breach.

The Sun's turning Red.

Everytime I see you falling, I get down on my knees and pray.

True Faith

Just our hands clasped so tight.

****

Non-Grishaverse FINISHED FIC.

Synopsis:

Atlantic City, 1921. Prohibition has come in with a bang, and the bootleggers long to profit off of people’s desire for spirits. But some of their intentions and creations come with nasty consequences. Sometimes, liquor really can kill. And for Nucky Thompson, that’s a gamble he’s willing to take. Even if federal agents are snapping at his heels, and people are dying in the streets, Atlantic City, is after all, the world’s playground.

Chapter list:

Blood stained sheets

The ivory tower

The tin soldier

A Wolf, a man, and a plan

Every little thing she does is madness.

Leave before the sun comes up

Burning for you

Death Race

The darkest hour is before the dawn

Don’t turn your back

Series: Profunda Venae - Deep veins. 

Chronicling a split off of English history during the weeks after Victoria’s coronation, this series explores the What-Ifs of the English Industrial revolution and the idea of vampires being representative of the ruling class. It also dives into the ideas of class revolution, Nuclear Winter, the usage of productive power to control the narrative, and more. It is also mainly a narrative of just how dangerous controlling the reins of who tells history can truly be.

Written during the hardest years of my life, this series was created to be a distraction from the mires and misery of Neurodivergency in a common-education experience.

Book 1 is set in a world much like our own with certain shifts. Book 2 is a world that starts out similar and quickly becomes quite different. Book 3 is a world that is far in the past and far in the future all at once.

Book 1: The Lineaments of Malefaction: [Finished 2022]

Synopsis:

1838 - the house of Hanover and the United Kingdom are at last stable. Queen Victoria has taken to the throne with Lord M at her shoulder as her beloved Prime Minister. However, as always, those left in the shadows squabble and plot.

For what more of a travesty can there be than a sweet queen of 18, and a human one at that?

Wrongs must always be righted, regardless of who is in the way. Sometimes those means are more dastardly than anyone could imagine. As someone once said, family is not stronger than the blood that is spilt on the battlefield of power.

Chapter List, with dates of publication:

Pills and plans (2022-03-11)

Blood in the water (2022-03-12)

A murder of politicians (2022-03-13)

Ballrooms and bites (2022-03-13)

The Revenants of Pemberley (2022-03-17)

Lifting the veil (2022-03-17)

Burning down the castle (2022-03-28)

Shadows, the stars, and you. (2022-03-28)

Oh Noel (2022-04-02)

For the Queen (2022-04-02)

If we burn, you burn with us (2022-04-07)

recovery and revolution (2022-04-07)

Paint it black (2022-04-07)

A wedding and a honeymoon. (2022-04-07)

All that ends well (2022-04-07)

Book 2: The Evils of Darkness: [Finished 2022]

Synopsis:

1848 - the house of Kingsbridge and England have enjoyed 8 years of relative peace and quiet. Victoria and Lord M are at last united in matrimony and state, and those who opposed their rule are defeated or interred. Yet, plans always abound to take down those some see as unpopular.

For vampires aren’t fit to rule humans. Even in a place like Great Britain, wrongs must be righted, and balance must be restored.

No matter the personal cost.

Chapter List:

A bad beginning

Hold tight London

The Threads of eternity.

The War Game

When the wind blows

The Day After

Protect and survive

Operation square leg

Do no harm

Nuclear winter

Babylon

Unfinished FICS:

Book 3: Dum Pugnatur, Bellum Amittitur [ongoing - stagnant updates based on fixation]

Synopsis:

1865 - the thrones of Queen Victoria and King William are lost to the wastelands. The House of Kingsbridge is no more, and in its place, factions plot and squabble to rule the destroyed land once called England.

But that is easier said then done, for England herself is a place of ruin and starvation. For the nuclear winter that ripped the royal family apart has rolled its citizens back to the Middle Ages. But for those who have survived the hell of 1858, there is a new threat on the horizon that may blot out even 1848 - America has been at war with itself for going on 4 years, and there is whispers abounding that the Royal Family may be amongst the evacuees who fled on the steamship, the Kerberos.

All of these whispers and plans within plans make for a perfect firestorm to be set upon England's starving lower classes, for as someone once said: fealty is not stronger than the blood that is spilled on the battlefield of power.

Chapter list:

1. Now Is The Winter Of Our Discontent

2. Ravens feathers and Mozart

3. Paternoster Row

4. The Evil Genius of the Republican Party.

5. A Plea To Fate

6. Marian

Fear and Delight, or how I learned to stop worrying and wear gloves to hide my trauma. {ongoing - abandoned until new season comes out and interior worldbuilding kinks are solved}

Synopsis:

* Set During Season 2 of the Gilded Age - does not follow central plot by the beats*. Title taken from Dr Strangelove. ***** The Russell's Newport mansion could be called many things. The New York Times called it “Grandiose - a paragon of modern architecture.” The Post deemed it: “The newly-built mansion is a sign of the shifting tides of New Money upon our cities elite,”. More attention was paid to the ongoing Opera War waged by Bertha Russell and her arch nemesis, Caroline Astor. Astor had the boxes at the Academy of Music and dealt them out like generals awarding medals to soldiers who’d survived a conflict: rarely given and precious to only a few. Bertha Russell had set up the enemy camp with her Metropolitan Opera house (still undergoing building and desperately needing funds), and sought to gain some of the broken backs of the Academy’s patrons. The more soldiers - patrons - Mrs Russell could win over in advance of the Met’s opening, the better. ***** Robber Barons, The Crows, a Princess who is in America to settle an old Score, all for one very mediocre production of Faust.

Chapter list:

Washington Square

Old Money

Abstract: Set in an alternate timeline of the Grishaverse where the country of Ravka very closely resembles the Western Front of the Great War, this is a fic that sets out to explore an idea: What if First Army developed their own order of Saints, and how this affects the war effort. Part reflection on Religion, War, femininity, and social propaganda movements, part war-story Straight from the early 20th century a la the writings of Will R Bird. All angst. Characters: Nikolai Lantsov, Dominik Vertov, Olga Kylov (oc), Will R Bird, Alina Starkov, and others! Pairings: Nikolai x OC. Rating: Mature CW/TWs: War, mentions of extreme violence, universe typical prejudices, heavy discussions of religion. Later chapters go into period typical sexism of the late Victorian period, and share cases similar to that of the Red Army's female soldiers of ww2.

Chapter List. 1. Over There

[incorrect-koh-posts]

In your research, have you ever run across any reliable descriptions of Agnes de Courtenay, her brother Joscelin, or Sybilla?

I am sorry to disappoint you, dear anon, but - quite frankly: no. To my knowledge, no first-hand accounts of what they looked or behaved like survive. The problem is that neither William of Tyre nor Ernoul describe women in their texts; the only woman whose appearance William briefly comments on is Theodora Komnena, the Byzantine betrothed of Baldwin III.

As far as I've read, William only mentions Agnes of Courtenay in the context of the annulment of her marriage to Amalric; as one of Amalric's chief character flaws the chronicler mentions that the king was a philanderer who "is said to have abandoned himself without restraint to the sins of the flesh and to have seduced married women" (A History of Deeds Done Beyond the Sea, Book XIX), which, by extension, implies Agnes to be the 'betrayed wife' in the way she is so often depicted in modern fiction. William actually goes on to throw quite a bit of shade on her in his recounting of these events, emphasising her two incestous marriages:

"After the death of his brother, however, when Amaury claimed the kingdom devolving upon him by hereditary right, he was forced to put away his wife [...], for it was claimed that they were within the fourth degree of blood relationship, a fact which was later solemnly attested in the face of the church by relatives common to both. An annulment [...] was pronounced, therefore, and the marriage dissolved [...]. Amaury remained unmarried for a time, but Agnes at once united herself in the bonds of matrimony with the noble and illustrious man, Hugh d'Ibelin, son of the older Balian. [...] After Hugh's death and while Amaury was still living, Agnes entered into the same bonds of affection with Renaud of Sidon, son of Gerard. This alliance is said to have been not less illegal than her former relation to King Amaury. For Gerard, the father of Renaud, a blood relation of both as he certainly was, established by his sworn statement the consanguinity of these two [...]. A second annulment consequently followed [...]." (Book XIX)

Ernoul, too, goes on to slander Agnes in his Chronique, accusing her of being an "immoral woman" - which, as Helen J. Nicholson writes, was very likely a result of later political rivalries and "complaints about Agnes's influence over her son" (35).

Of Joscelin III of Courtenay, Agnes' brother and Sibylla's uncle, likewise no description survives. William of Tyre spent quite some ink detailing the deeds of Joscelin's grandfather and father, praising the character of the former but noting about the latter that he "was far inferior to his father in character [...]: a lazy, idle man, given over to low and dissolute pleasures, one who spurned good ways and followed base pursuits" (Book XVII). This Joscelin II (who died in captivity in Aleppo in the late 1150s) was the man who lost the County of Edessa first to the Muslim forces of Zengi 1144, then again to Zengi's son Nur ad-Din in 1146. Thus, Joscelin III, being Count of Edessa only by title, had effectively no lands to rule over and from which to gain income. But he came south to the Kingdom of Jerusalem after Agnes had married Amalric, and the king granted him some land and income around Acre (Nicholson 34). Like Raymond III of Tripoli, Joscelin was captured by Nur ad-Din during the Battle of Harim in 1164, and only released in 1176, and went on to marry a sister of Stephanie of Milly (who was the wife of Reynald of Châtillon). He also became the guardian of Baldwin V in 1185 while Raymond served as the boy's regent.

As for Sibylla, I shall give you Helen J. Nicholson's two cents on the situation because she writes about her far more succintly than I could:

"Unlike her father King Amaury of Jerusalem, her younger brother King Baldwin IV, or her cousin King Henry II of England, no contemporary who saw her described Sybil's physical appearance, so we do not know whether she was (like her father) tall, overweight, with an attractive face, bright eyes, an aquiline nose and yellow hair, or (like her little brother) simply attractive for her age, or (like her cousin) of above medium height, strongly built, with freckles and blue-grey eyes. We also do not know whether she shared any of her father's or brother's personality traits: whether (like her father) she spoke with a slight speech impediment, had a sharp mind and was able to accurately recall what she had heard, enjoyed hearing about history and was always ready to argue a point, or (like her brother) was good at riding, with a tenacious memory and a sharp mind, loving conversation, thrifty, but with a stammer. Sybil's contemporaries scarcely ever ascribed any emotion to her: only her tears of submission when she was humbling herself before Saladin to request the release of her husband Guy after the surrender of Jerusalem early in October 1187, and her tears of joy when she met Guy after Saladin released him in early summer 1188. Such tears were an appropriate emotion for a loving wife. [...]

The difficulty of establishing women's actual deeds and authority from contemporary narrative accounts, which insisted that respectable women should not hold authority of take an active role in society except in certain limited roles (typically as devoted wife or mother), is familiar to all historians who have attempted to study the history of women. The narrative commentaries on Sybil's career present modern readers with the additional problem that their gendered expectations were further filtered through the distorting lens of the complex political situation in the kingdom of Jerusalem. Those commentators who wrote after Saladin's victory at Hattin on 4 July 1187 and his capture of Jerusalem on 2 October 1187 also sought to assign blame or credit for these events and adjusted their accounts accordingly." (8ff.)

Works Cited:

Helen J. Nicholson: Sybil, Queen of Jerusalem, 1186-1190. Routledge, 2022.

Emily Atwater Babcock & A.C. Krey (translators): A History of Deeds Done Beyond the Sea by William, Archbishop of Tyre. Colombia University Press, 1943.

[westeroslive]

as  per  her  decree  in  the  early  days  of  her  reign,  when  she’d  granted  her  own  hatchlings  dragon  eggs  of  their  own  but  failed  to  allow  her  cousins  the  same  courtesy  -  upon  the  twenty-fifth  name  day  of  a  targaryen  child,  the  chance  is  given  by  her  grace  when  petitioned  for  to  the  liege  to  enter  into  the  dragonpit  in  hopes  of  claiming  a  dragon  for  their  own 

one  such  name  day  has  arrived.  as she reaches twenty-five name days, the  final  targaryen  child  of  her  generation,  the  lady  margaery,  will  take  her  place  among  the  ancients  in  attempting  to  claim  a  dragon  for  her  own  -  her  petition  approved  by  the  queen  herself.

a  great  celebration  has  been  planned  to  celebrate  the  occasion  -  a  show  of  the  strength  of  house  targaryen  for  their  foreign  visitors  before  the  two  kingdoms  were  tied  together  in  matrimony  -  for  though  the  essosi  forces  are  great  and  their  cities  far  more  united  under  their  emperor’s  rule  than  the  queen’s  own  -  they  compare  little  to  the  sheer  vigor  of  dragons.

while  the  queen  and  her  noble  guests  revel,  the  lady  of  castamere  must  go  deep  within  the  dragon  pits   ...  will  she  succeed  and  bring  pride  upon  her  ancestors  -  or  fail  and  prophecize  ruin?

" your kingdom wishes you luck as you enter and seek your fate. if you do not survive, what might you wish to say before you begin ? '

❝ a  well  manicured  smile  ,  soft  and  practiced  .  it  was  easy  to  fool  ,  margaery  thought  .  a  pretty  fool  .  "  i  appreciate  your  concern  for  my  life  ,  but  you  need  not  worry  .  i  do  not  plan  on  dying  today  .  " ❞

[  ...  ]    the  torches  of  the  dragonpit  are  nearly  burnt  out,  the  flickering  of  light  upon  the  walls  making  the  shadow  figures  all  the  more  monstrous  as  entrance  is  granted.  a  whispering  carries  through  the  air,  whether  real  or  imagined,  unsettling  in  their  warnings  as  the  sounds  grow  closer  to  chittering  and  hissing  than  voices.  

the  farther  the  lady  of  castamere  enters,  the  louder  the  roars  become  -  haunting  in  how  they  stand  in  unison  and  echoing  across  the  vast  catacombs.

the  path  splits  ahead,  forming  less  a  fork  in  a  road  than  the  beginning  of  a  labyrinth  -  a  series  of  twisting  turns  -  each  one  sharper  than  the  last.  for  dragons  may  soar  from  the  pit,  but  human  entrance  requires  more.  three  paths  lie  ahead.  

the  first  path  is  brighter  than  the  others,    the  shadows  on  the  walls  barely  flickering  and  the  heat  akin  to  the  warmth  of  a  great  hearth.  

the  second  is  darker,  but  louder.  for  though  the  first  path  holds  a  warmth  -  it  is  silent,  all  chittering  gone  from  the  air.  but  the  second  is  loud  -  and  carries  a  violence  in  the  air  that  threatens  to  pull  the  dragonborn  down  with  it.  

the  third  climbs  higher  -  unless  the  others,  there  is  no  exceptional  brightness  -  nor  violent  sounds.  instead  there  is  a  breeze  flowing  from  within  -  yet  no  light  dares  flicker  in.  this  third  path  with  it's  gusts  of  air  would  blow  out  any  torches  brought  within.  

a   girl   must   make   her   choice.

❝ lavenders  scrutinize  choices  ,  the  heart  of  a  dragon  beating  like  a  war  drum  in  the  small  cavity  of  her  chest    ⸻    one  pulled  ,  tightly  at  the  strings  of  fate  that  the  youngest  unwound  .  a  cease  fire  ,  and  it  reeled�� it  all  in  like  the  snap  of  a  whale  on  the  ocean's  surface  .  with  a  clack  .  the  air  reverberated  with  the  curse  of  a  lady  :  they  would  want  her  to  choose  ,  a  safety  net  ,  choose  something  fitting  of  a  young  girl  .  and  though  the  first  path  intrigued  her  ,  the  sound  of  nothing  having  her  walk  forward  to  inspect  ,  it  is  not  it  she  chooses  .  the  labyrinth  asks  for  a  choice  ,  and  it  is  violence  that  she  chooses  :  the  second  .  loud  ,  it  begs  to  take  up  space  ,  and  if  that  does  not  speak  loudly  of  who  the  castamere  is  ,  nothing  will. ❞

the  chosen  path,  the  second  path,  winds  and  grows  narrow  the  further  one  goes  down  it  until  one  must  squeeze  through  the  two  walls.  the  question  rings  in  the  air  -  is  it  worth  continuing  ?  the  other  paths  could,  perhaps,  prove  more  triumphant  .

❝ the  walls  catch  on  to  the  fabric  of  her  skirts  ,  and  margaery  lets  out  a  frustrated  cry  .  no  .  there  is  no  going  back  on  one's  decision  ,  not  with  the  stubborn  mind  of  an  all  consuming  inferno  residing  in  petite  body  .  the  bottom  of  the  dress  is  ripped  away    ⸻    perhaps  she'd  been  smart  in  fetching  trousers  for  this  moment  ,  hidden  underneath  .  nothing  worst  than  getting  caught  up  in  unnecessary  fabric  should  she  need  to  run  .  she  pushed  and  pulled  ,  until  the  lady  is  free  from  between  the  walls  . ❞

how  the  sharpness  of  stone  walls  tears  and  cuts  at  valyrian  flesh,  red  blooming  upon  maiden's  skin.  here  is  the  world  of  the  gods,  and  the  gods  desire  sacrifice.  the  scent  of  blood  draws  a  quiet  in  the  once  deafening  tunnel  -  thunderous  roars  vanishing  as  if  they'd  never  begun.  through  the  darkness  the  targaryen  continues  -  reaching  a  pause  when  a  movement  reveals  in  the  shadows.  heat  warms  upon  her,  hot  air  blowing  upon  her  face.

❝ there  ,  around  margaery  ,  time  seems  to  still  .  it's  undeniable  ,  the  way  her  soul  both  hums  and  still  once  faced  with  the  beast  -  the  stinging  of  wounds  do  not  hurt  ,  body  now  numbing  ,  buzzing  ,  singing  .  a  dragon  .  it's  instinctual  ,  a  deep  rooted  familiarity  that  pulled  the  words  from  her  mouth  .  ancient  words  ,  and  the  dragoness  smiled  at  her  kin  .  "  rytsas  ,  mandia  .  " ❞

a great shriek carries through the pits, before all goes silent.

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by rpschmer For as long as they can remember Prince Feng Xin of Nanyang and Prince Mu Qing of Xuanzhen have been promised to one another. Year after year their parents force them together in an attempt to forge the bond that will eventually unite their kingdoms in the unbreakable bond of holy matrimony. The only problem? They can't stand one another. How the hell can anybody expect the two princes to wed when they can barely go a visit without fighting? Words: 19009, Chapters: 4/5, Language: English Fandoms: 天官赐福 - 墨香铜臭 | Tiān Guān Cì Fú - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: M/M Characters: Feng Xin (Tian Guan Ci Fu), Mu Qing (Tian Guan Ci Fu), Xie Lian (Tian Guan Ci Fu), Feng Xin's Parents (Tian Guan Ci Fu), Mu Qing's Mother (Tian Guan Ci Fu), Pei Ming (Tian Guan Ci Fu) Relationships: Feng Xin/Mu Qing (Tian Guan Ci Fu) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Royalty, Alternate Universe - Arranged Marriage, Time Skips, Bullying, Feng Xin and Mu Qing Bickering (Tian Guan Ci Fu), teenage angst, Teenage Drama, Childhood, Teenagehood, Political Alliances, Minor Character Death, Anxiety, Beta Read, Feng Xin Swears (Tian Guan Ci Fu), Happy Ending via https://ift.tt/9NROvSf

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365 Marvel Comics Paper Cut-Out SuperHeroes - One Hero, Every Day, All Year…

Supporting Character Supplemental - Lila Cheney

Born in England, Lila’s Mutant abilities manifested in her middle childhood.  She discovered that she was able to generate a tachyon field about herself with which she can transport herself and other people/objects across interstellar distances, even between galaxies. The tachyon field converts matter into faster-than-light particles that Lila can direct with a type of cosmic awareness that allows her traverse the stars, essentially teleporting from one inhabitable space to another in the blink of an eye.  Young Lila would regale her parents with all sorts of inventive tales and they assumed she merely had a vibrant imagination; unaware that these stories were of her actual adventures across galaxies.  

An early foray into different worlds saw Lila visit the planet Aladna.  On this planet, young Lila was heralded as a special guest and was betrothed to the crown prince of the realm, Prince Yan.  Yan was a sweet young man, but Lila was not interested in marriage so she teleported away with no intention of ever returning.     

Lila’s continued exploration led to her being captured and enslaved by a villainous alien empire.  She escaped and went on to become a celebrated thief and singer throughout many star systems.  She made her home base deep within the Dyson Sphere Colony where she hoarded the treasures, goods, art and technology that she pilfered across the stars.  

Returning to earth in her late teens, Lila honed her passion for music and formed a rock and roll band called Cats Laughing.  The band earned great acclaim in the United Kingdom and abroad and they often performed alongside The Dazzler (another Mutant musical performer).

Lila’s activities as an interstellar thief led her to encountering The New Mutants and she shared adventures alongside the young Mutants.  Herein Lila entered into a sporadic and frequently tumultuous romance with the New Mutant and future X-Man, Cannonball (Sam Guthrie).

Following further exploits, Lila again returned to earth to get back to her musical career.  As a solo act, Lila employed the Mutant powerhouse, Guido Carosella, to act as her personal bodyguard.  Lila was open about her being a Mutant and one of her concerts was targeted by an anti-Mutant terrorist who sought to bomb the venue where Lila was performing.  The terrorist’s scheme was thwarted by the X-Men Rogue and Cannonball.  

Some time thereafter, Lila became embroiled in an adventure alongside Captain Marvel (Danvers) where she returned to the planet Aladna to settle a conflict caused by her refusal to marry Prince Yan.  Fortunately, the issues were resolved when Danvers’ alley, Tic, fell in love with Prince Yan and the two married (releasing Lila from her matrimonial obligation).  

More recently, Lila accepted citizenship to the Mutant nation of Krakoa where she has loaned her abilities to the Krakoa-based SWORD division.  Lila Chaney first appeared in the pages of The New Mutants Vol. 1 Annual #1 (1984).

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At its height in the 1840s, the West African kingdom of Dahomey boasted an army so fierce that its enemies spoke of its “prodigious bravery.” This strong force, known as the Agojie, raided villages under cover of darkness, took captives and slashed off resisters’ heads to return to their king as trophies of war. Through these actions, the Agojie established Dahomey’s preeminence over neighboring kingdoms and became known by European visitors as “Amazons” due to their similarities to the warrior women of Greek myth. They were also called Mino, or Minon, "our mothers".

During their membership, they were not allowed to have children or be part of married life (though they were legally married to the king). Many of them were virgins.

The Mino trained with intense physical exercise. They learned survival skills and indifference to pain and death, storming acacia-thorn defenses in military exercises and executing prisoners. Discipline was emphasized. Serving in the Mino offered women the opportunity to "rise to positions of command and influence" in an environment structured for individual empowerment. The Mino were also wealthy and held high status.

The women's army consisted of many regiments: huntresses, riflewomen, reapers, archers, and gunners. Each regiment had different uniforms, weapons, and commanders. In a later period, the Dahomean female warriors were armed with Winchester rifles, clubs, and knives. Units were under female command.

In 1890 King Béhanzin started fighting French forces during the First Franco-Dahomean War. European observers noted that the women "handled admirably" in hand-to-hand combat. The Amazons participated in one major battle: Cotonou, where thousands of Dahomey (including many Amazons) charged the French lines and engaged the defenders in hand-to-hand combat. Despite the compliments given to them by the Europeans, the Amazons were decisively crushed, with several hundred Dahomey troops being gunned down.

By the end of the Second Franco-Dahomean War, special units of the Amazons were being assigned specifically to target French officers. After several battles, the French prevailed and ended the independent Dahomean kingdom. French soldiers, particularly of the French Foreign Legion, were impressed by the boldness of the Amazons and later wrote about their "incredible courage and audacity" in combat.

The troops were disbanded when the kingdom became a French protectorate. Oral tradition states that some surviving amazons secretly remained in Abomey afterward, where they quietly assassinated some French officers. Other stories say the women pledged their services to protect Agoli-Agbo, the brother of Béhanzin, disguising themselves as his wives to guard him. Some of the women married and had children, while others remained single.

The last survivor of the Dahomey Amazons is thought to have been a woman named Nawi. In a 1978 interview in the village of Kinta, a Beninese historian met Nawi, who claimed to have fought the French in 1892. Nawi died in November 1979, aged well over 100.

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Estando en su mejor momento en los 1840, el reino Dahomey ubicado en África occidental, presumía de un ejército tan feroz que hasta sus enemigos hablaban acerca de su “prodigiosa valentía”. Estas fuerzas poderosas eran conocidas como las Agojie, atacaban pueblos mientras que iban cubiertas por la oscuridad de la noche, tomaban cautivos y cortaban cabezas para llevárselas como trofeo de guerra a su rey. A través de estas acciones, las Agojie establecieron preeminencia sobre los reinos vecinos y fueron conocidas por los visitantes europeos como "Las Amazonas" debido a sus similitudes con las mujeres guerreras del mito griego. También fueron llamadas Mino, o Minon, "nuestras madres".

Mientras que fueran miembros de las fuerzas, no se les permitía tener hijos o ser parte de la vida matrimonial (aunque estaban legalmente casadas con el rey). Muchos de ellas eran vírgenes.

Las Mino se entraban con ejercicios físicos intensos. Aprendieron habilidades de supervivencia e indiferencia al dolor y la muerte, asaltaban defensas en ejercicios militares y ejecutaban prisioneros. Se enfocaron en la disciplina. Servir como Minons, le ofreció a las mujeres la oportunidad de "ascender a puestos de mando e influencia" en un entorno estructurado para el empoderamiento individual. Las Mino también eran ricas y tenían un alto estatus.

Este ejército de mujeres consistían de varios regimientos: cazadoras, fusileras, segadoras, arqueras y artilleras. Cada regimiento tenía diferentes uniformes, armas y comandantes. En un período posterior, las guerreras de Dahomey estuvieron armadas con rifles Winchester, garrotes y cuchillos. Las unidades estaban bajo mando femenino.

En el año 1890, el rey Béhanzin comenzó a luchar contra las fuerzas francesas durante la Primera Guerra Franco-Dahomeana. Los observadores europeos notaron que las mujeres "se manejaron admirablemente" en el combate mano a mano. Las amazonas participaron en una gran batalla: Cotonou, donde miles de Dahomey (incluidas muchas de las amazonas) atacaron las líneas francesas y se enfrentaron a los defensores en un combate mano a mano. A pesar de los cumplidos que les dieron los europeos, las amazonas fueron aplastadas de manera decisiva, y cientos de soldados Dahomey fueron asesinados a tiros.

Al final de la Segunda Guerra Franco-Dahomeana, se asignaron unidades especiales de las Amazonas específicamente para atacar a los oficiales franceses. Después de varias batallas, los franceses prevalecieron y terminaron con el reino independiente de Dahomey. Los soldados franceses, específicamente los de la Legión Extranjera Francesa, quedaron impresionados por la audacia de las amazonas y luego escribieron acerca del "increíble coraje y audacia" que mostraron en combate.

Las tropas se disolvieron cuando el reino se convirtió en un protectorado francés. La tradición oral dice que algunas amazonas sobrevivientes permanecieron en secreto en Abomey, donde asesinaron en silencio a algunos oficiales franceses. Otras historias dicen que las mujeres prometieron servir y proteger a Agoli-Agbo, el hermano de Béhanzin, muchas disfrazándose como esposas para protegerlo. Algunas de las mujeres se casaron y tuvieron hijos, mientras que otras permanecieron solteras.

Se cree que la última sobreviviente de las amazonas de Dahomey fue una mujer llamada Nawi. En una entrevista de 1978 en el pueblo de Kinta, un historiador beninés conoció a Nawi, quien afirmó haber luchado contra los franceses en 1892. Nawi murió en noviembre de 1979, con más de 100 años.

Source | Fuente: African American Registry

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Traducción al español por Long Live Blackness

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The United Simsdom is a fictional kingdom of The Sims 4.

The United Simsdom includes worlds of The Great Sims Land. There are modern cities with different cultures, activities and festivals. A part of the kingdom are romantic sites with seaside regions - perfect setting for love and matrimonial pursuits. There are regions of lush bayous and rolling plantation land that is home to aristocratic farmers, southern gentry and swamp-dwellers. Island chain welcomes all to a life of blue oceans and friendly neighbours.

The United Simsdom has beautiful nature of ocean, mountains, rivers and a desert.

Official language - English. Nacional language - Simlish.

New Capital - San Myshuno.

Old Capital - Windenburg.

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