#victorums

[monotoneapple04]

Just some drawings of my oc Victorum :3 I will talk about it soon

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After too many months (as in, starting late ‘22), I’ve finally finished off the “misc senshi” SD pic.

* Row 1: the Asteroid Sailors (Vesta, Pallas, Ceres, Juno), Sailor Luna from PGSM.

* Row 2: the five Sailor Guardians mentioned in the manga as victims of the Animamates. L to R: Mau, Chuu, Papillon, Coronis, Mermaid.

* Row 3: the violent Sailor Guardians from a history lesson on the Sailor Wars; this took place late in Stars. I’ve dubbed them the “Four Horsewomen” and embellished them a bit, as they were otherwise a tad nondescript. L to R: Victorum, Bellum, Obitus, Pestis.

* Row 4: Sailor Cosmos and Sailor Chaos; the latter’s design is by DracheaRannak.

[marilini]

There's no honorable way to kill, no gentle way to destroy. There is nothing good in war. Except its ending.

A black scorpion skittered around in front of the Felman twins as they casually strolled through the sand that composed the Sagolii Desert. They made their way south from the town of Forgotten Springs, a small settlement in the southern reaches of Thanalan. High above them Clank, Kallard’s robotic companion, drew circles in the air, its cameras trained down on the twins, ready to swoop down and provide support should they need it.

Having just gotten back from his trip up north, Kallard had dark bags under his eyes. He had hoped to get some sleep before the meeting with the Garlean agent, but they were persistent that they meet up in the early hours of the morning, shortly after sunrise. Neither of the twins held a weapon, Kallard’s revolver holstered under his left arm and Marilini’s handgun snug in its holster at her right hip. Both of the twins had additional firearms hidden away on their person, something Kallard insisted upon.

The Garlean agent had given them a destination just past the small creak that ran from an equally small pond just at the edge of Forgotten Springs. The agent had said they were coming alone, but the twins knew that was a lie. It would have been downright foolish to send someone alone given Eorzea’s justified hatred for Garleans.

“You ready? Shit could go south real quick,” Kal asked his sister, looking at her out of the corner of his eyes.

“I’m ready,” Marilini replied, signing to her brother.

Kallard reached up to the small radio tucked away in his right ear and pressed the mic toggle button. “Clank, we’re approaching the destination. Drop down to one hundred feet and keep a close eye on us. If either of us opens fire I want you down on the ground laying down cover fire. Understood?”

“Affirmative. Engaging combat protocols,” Clank replied over the radio as it angled toward towards the ground and dove down before coming to a rest one hundred feet above the twins.

As the twins grew closer to their destination they were able to make out a Miqo’te man sitting on a large rock, smoking a cigarette. He wore a simple set of leather armor with a dark brown cloak tossed over his shoulders. When the Miqo’te saw the twins approaching he tossed aside his cigarette and slid off the rock and onto his feet. He threw both arms into the air and waved the twins over to him, a goofy grin spread across his face.

“Well hot damn, it really is the Panthera twins.”

“In the flesh,” Kallard said as the twins came to a stop ten feet from the Miqo’te. “I take it you’re the agent we’re supposed to meet with.”

“That’ll be me!” the Miqo’te said as he saluted the twins.

“You got a name?”

“I do! U’len Oen Tia.”

The twins exchanged glances before returning their attention back on the Miqo’te agent. He had stuck his hands on his hips, grinning at the two as if he was meeting someone famous. High above them, and apparently unnoticed by the agent, Clank saw movement on the cliff behind U’len.

“I am detecting additional movement,” the robot said over the radio. “Two men carrying rifles perched on the cliff directly southwest of you. It is safe to assume that there are additional units hidden out of sight.”

“So, are we just going to stand around with our dicks out? Why did you drag us out here at this hour?” Kallard asked the agent, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Right to the point, just like the intel said,” U’len muttered with a shake of his head. “Right, let’s get to the juicy details. You are hereby ordered to return to Garlemald under the command of Titus Van Malignus. I’m here to escort you back.”

“The fuck we are,” Marilini signed.

U’len looked down at Mari’s hands, frowning. “What did she just say?”

“Nothing important,” Kallard snapped.

“Well, let’s go then. No point in wasting time.”

“We’re not going anywhere without additional information. What is Victorum?”

“You’ll find out when we get there,” U’len said with a shrug of his shoulders. “Oh, and you can tell your robot to stand down. No point in having that thing around, anyway. We’re on the same side after all.”

“We’re not going anywhere. Tell us what Victorum is and then we’ll go with you,” Kallard said, his agitation creeping into his voice.

U’len frowned at the twins. He had hoped they would come along without asking any questions like the good soldiers they were rumored to be. Before the Miqo’te had made the trip south he made sure to read up on the Panthera twins. A good portion of their file was classified but from the information he could get his paws on told a story of two loyal soldiers who had amassed a good portion of medals and ribbons. Everything about them screamed loyal soldier and yet here they were, refusing to move despite being ordered to.

“Fine,” U’len snapped, his grown turning into a glare. “The Victorum is the third and final Argius class airship. Your orders are to return to base and rejoin the war effort.”

“I hate to break it you,” Kallard replied. “But the war is over. Have you been home recently? Have you seen the state of our once great Empire? The capitol city is ruins! Fucking RUINS!”

“The Victorum will change all of that! We’re this close to finishing her,” U’len said as he pinched his fingers together for emphasis. “Once she’s finished the world be ours for the taking!”

Marilini looked at her brother and shook her head as her hands fell down to her sides. She set her right hand to rest on the grip of her handgun, ready to draw it should the need arise. U’len saw this but chose not to say anything, returning his glare to Kallard.

“We’re not going,” Kallard finally said with a shake of his head. “I would rather die than fight another pointless war. You want to fight? Fine, you fucking do it. We’re done with you and your false promises.”

“Fine then, have it your way,” U’len said as he brought his right hand up into the air, balled his hand into a fist and pumped it down, signaling to the hidden troopers to move out.

The moment Marilini saw U’len order his men to reveal themselves she whipped her pistol out of its holster, brought the weapon up, took the Miqo’te into her sights and squeezed the trigger. The weapon responded and in the blink of an eye, all fifteen rounds were fired in a quick automatic burst. Unable to act in time, U’len took a good portion of the rounds to his chest, the force of the impacts causing him stumble backward several feet and eventually fell backwards. By the time the Miqo’te had hit the ground the twins took off in opposite directions, Marilini ejecting her spent magazine as she moved.

“All units,” U’len gasped as blood trickled out of the corner of his mouth. “Attack.”

Both of the concealed marksmen on the cliff crawled forward in a prone position, the barrels of their rifles poking out over the cliff. Before either of them could get the twins in their scope Clank opened fire from high in the sky. One of the troopers took a round to the chest and a large hole opened up in his torso, killing him instantly.

From behind her cover Marilini slapped in a fresh magazine in the grip of her pistol and rocked the slide back, loading a round into the chamber. Kallard drew his custom revolver, ducked down low to the ground. The remaining marksman fired, the round catching the space just above his head, chunks of the rock raining down on the concealed Hyur’s head. He brought his revolver up and out of the cover and fired three times in the general direction of the sniper.

“What’s the hold up, Clank?! Take this guy out!” Kallard hollered into his radio.

“I am trying, but it appears that there were in fact more men hiding and I am now taking fire,” the robot said in its monotone voice. “Four men coming from southeast. Engaging evasive maneuvers.”

An ear shattering BOOM resounded from the sky above the twins as Clank went supersonic. The robot was gone in the blink of an eye, pulling up towards the sky as it banked left. As the robot flew over the cliff it was able to identify the four men currently firing at it. Their aim was poor given the speed the robot was moving, its own gun trained on the unlucky troopers.

“Fuck!” Kallard shouted as he covered his now ringing ears, ducked down low behind his cover.

Marilini popped up from behind her boulder, dark green eyes scanning the horizon in an attempt to locate the remaining marksman. High above, at the cliff directly west of her, she was able to locate the marksman the same instant he saw her. A single shot was fired, the bullet whizzing past Marilini’s head, whistling as it flew through the air.

With the sniper’s position revealed, Marilini put him in her sights, held her breath and squeezed the trigger. The gun jumped in her hand, the slide rocking back and spitting out the empty casing, the barrel belching a plume of fire and smoke. The hollow point round soared through the air and before the marksman had time to duck behind cover, the bullet pushed past his skull and out the back side of his head. Just as the sniper slumped down to the ground, his body started to convulse and a second shot was fired, this time nowhere near its intended target.

From up in the sky Clank had finally circled back onto his attackers, his machine gun spewing rounds down at the troopers. Given its aerial superiority, Clank made short work of the Garlean agents. The robot’s high caliber rounds punched through their plate armor, punching fist sized holes whenever a round made contact with its intended target. Once all of the remaining troopers were taken out Clank dropped down from the sky and landed between the twins.

“Let’s get the fuck out of here,” Kallard sad as he rose to his feet and walked over to Clank.

“Check U’len for a radio or something. I don’t want to leave empty handed,” Marilini signed at her brother after she holstered her pistol. She walked over to where she had dropped the empty magazine and picked it up, slipping it into one of her long coat’s pockets.

Kallard grunted and holstered his revolver before making his way over to the dead Miqo’te. He dropped down to a flat-footed squat and started rifling through U’len’s pockets, showing little to no respect for the fallen comrade. After a moment of rooting through the Miqo’te’s pockets, Kallard removed a handheld radio and a folded up slip of paper. The radio was slipped into one of Kallard’s own pockets before he unfolded the paper, holding it so Marilini could see it as well.

“U’len, in order to become a full-fledged citizen of the Empire, you must first do this task for me. You are to meet with our agents, Rascal and Sweets. They are located somewhere in Thanalan, possibly Ul’dah. Your orders are to meet up with the Panthera twins, given them their orders and return to base with both of the twins. Failure to do so will result in you being expelled from the army and cast out into the cold. If the Panthera twins refuse to cooperate you are instructed to kill them and return to base.”

“Looks like they’re still up to the same bullshit,” Kallard said once he had finished reading the orders.

“Some things never change,” Marilini signed with a sigh.

“I guess so. This also means that I have to make another trip up to Garlemald to figure out where this is all going down. I haven’t seen any evidence of any survivors in the capitol city, so they must be building this airship somewhere else.”

“Why can’t you just send Clank to do recon? I don’t want to be left alone when they clearly know where we are. They must have agents in the city that have been tasked to keep a close eye on us. I thought our cover was solid, though,” Mari signed back at her brother.

“I’d rather do the recon myself. Clank can be seen flying in the sky with the naked eye and his cameras aren’t that great, so he’d have to be close to the ground in order to make anything out. I don’t want to leave you alone either, but I gotta do this. I’ll leave tomorrow morning,” Kallard said as he went through the motions of lighting a cigarette.

“I don’t like this, Kal. We can’t do this alone, especially if they have an Argius class airship. Those things can house an entire legion and aren’t exactly the easiest things to shoot out of the sky. We’d most likely have to destroy it before they finish construction.”

“Right, and in order to do that we need to know where it is and what we’re up against. Plus, if I can get my hands on some blueprints we could work out a plan to take the airship out. I promise I won’t be up there longer than a day or two. I’ll take Clank out first thing in the morning.”

Marilini let out a sigh before she signed back to her brother. “Alright, go ahead and get ready for your trip. I’ll come back with you and help.”

After gathering up the trooper’s fallen firearms, the twins left the scene, leaving the bodies where they had fallen. They eventually made their way back into Forgotten Springs, Clank keeping an eye on the twins from his vantage point up in the sky. After a brief exchange, Kallard and Marilini rented a pair of chocobos and set out on their journey back to Ul’dah.

[kallard]

The Agent

There's no honorable way to kill, no gentle way to destroy. There is nothing good in war. Except its ending.

A black scorpion skittered around in front of the Felman twins as they casually strolled through the sand that composed the Sagolii Desert. They made their way south from the town of Forgotten Springs, a small settlement in the southern reaches of Thanalan. High above them Clank, Kallard’s robotic companion, drew circles in the air, its cameras trained down on the twins, ready to swoop down and provide support should they need it.

Having just gotten back from his trip up north, Kallard had dark bags under his eyes. He had hoped to get some sleep before the meeting with the Garlean agent, but they were persistent that they meet up in the early hours of the morning, shortly after sunrise. Neither of the twins held a weapon, Kallard’s revolver holstered under his left arm and Marilini’s handgun snug in its holster at her right hip. Both of the twins had additional firearms hidden away on their person, something Kallard insisted upon.

The Garlean agent had given them a destination just past the small creak that ran from an equally small pond just at the edge of Forgotten Springs. The agent had said they were coming alone, but the twins knew that was a lie. It would have been downright foolish to send someone alone given Eorzea’s justified hatred for Garleans.

“You ready? Shit could go south real quick,” Kal asked his sister, looking at her out of the corner of his eyes.

“I’m ready,” Marilini replied, signing to her brother.

Kallard reached up to the small radio tucked away in his right ear and pressed the mic toggle button. “Clank, we’re approaching the destination. Drop down to one hundred feet and keep a close eye on us. If either of us opens fire I want you down on the ground laying down cover fire. Understood?”

“Affirmative. Engaging combat protocols,” Clank replied over the radio as it angled toward towards the ground and dove down before coming to a rest one hundred feet above the twins.

As the twins grew closer to their destination they were able to make out a Miqo’te man sitting on a large rock, smoking a cigarette. He wore a simple set of leather armor with a dark brown cloak tossed over his shoulders. When the Miqo’te saw the twins approaching he tossed aside his cigarette and slid off the rock and onto his feet. He threw both arms into the air and waved the twins over to him, a goofy grin spread across his face.

“Well hot damn, it really is the Panthera twins.”

“In the flesh,” Kallard said as the twins came to a stop ten feet from the Miqo’te. “I take it you’re the agent we’re supposed to meet with.”

“That’ll be me!” the Miqo’te said as he saluted the twins.

“You got a name?”

“I do! U’len Oen Tia.”

The twins exchanged glances before returning their attention back on the Miqo’te agent. He had stuck his hands on his hips, grinning at the two as if he was meeting someone famous. High above them, and apparently unnoticed by the agent, Clank saw movement on the cliff behind U’len.

“I am detecting additional movement,” the robot said over the radio. “Two men carrying rifles perched on the cliff directly southwest of you. It is safe to assume that there are additional units hidden out of sight.”

“So, are we just going to stand around with our dicks out? Why did you drag us out here at this hour?” Kallard asked the agent, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Right to the point, just like the intel said,” U’len muttered with a shake of his head. “Right, let’s get to the juicy details. You are hereby ordered to return to Garlemald under the command of Titus Van Malignus. I’m here to escort you back.”

“The fuck we are,” Marilini signed.

U’len looked down at Mari’s hands, frowning. “What did she just say?”

“Nothing important,” Kallard snapped.

“Well, let’s go then. No point in wasting time.”

“We’re not going anywhere without additional information. What is Victorum?”

“You’ll find out when we get there,” U’len said with a shrug of his shoulders. “Oh, and you can tell your robot to stand down. No point in having that thing around, anyway. We’re on the same side after all.”

“We’re not going anywhere. Tell us what Victorum is and then we’ll go with you,” Kallard said, his agitation creeping into his voice.

U’len frowned at the twins. He had hoped they would come along without asking any questions like the good soldiers they were rumored to be. Before the Miqo’te had made the trip south he made sure to read up on the Panthera twins. A good portion of their file was classified but from the information he could get his paws on told a story of two loyal soldiers who had amassed a good portion of medals and ribbons. Everything about them screamed loyal soldier and yet here they were, refusing to move despite being ordered to.

“Fine,” U’len snapped, his grown turning into a glare. “The Victorum is the third and final Argius class airship. Your orders are to return to base and rejoin the war effort.”

“I hate to break it you,” Kallard replied. “But the war is over. Have you been home recently? Have you seen the state of our once great Empire? The capitol city is ruins! Fucking RUINS!”

“The Victorum will change all of that! We’re this close to finishing her,” U’len said as he pinched his fingers together for emphasis. “Once she’s finished the world be ours for the taking!”

Marilini looked at her brother and shook her head as her hands fell down to her sides. She set her right hand to rest on the grip of her handgun, ready to draw it should the need arise. U’len saw this but chose not to say anything, returning his glare to Kallard.

“We’re not going,” Kallard finally said with a shake of his head. “I would rather die than fight another pointless war. You want to fight? Fine, you fucking do it. We’re done with you and your false promises.”

“Fine then, have it your way,” U’len said as he brought his right hand up into the air, balled his hand into a fist and pumped it down, signaling to the hidden troopers to move out.

The moment Marilini saw U’len order his men to reveal themselves she whipped her pistol out of its holster, brought the weapon up, took the Miqo’te into her sights and squeezed the trigger. The weapon responded and in the blink of an eye, all fifteen rounds were fired in a quick automatic burst. Unable to act in time, U’len took a good portion of the rounds to his chest, the force of the impacts causing him stumble backward several feet and eventually fell backwards. By the time the Miqo’te had hit the ground the twins took off in opposite directions, Marilini ejecting her spent magazine as she moved.

“All units,” U’len gasped as blood trickled out of the corner of his mouth. “Attack.”

Both of the concealed marksmen on the cliff crawled forward in a prone position, the barrels of their rifles poking out over the cliff. Before either of them could get the twins in their scope Clank opened fire from high in the sky. One of the troopers took a round to the chest and a large hole opened up in his torso, killing him instantly.

From behind her cover Marilini slapped in a fresh magazine in the grip of her pistol and rocked the slide back, loading a round into the chamber. Kallard drew his custom revolver, ducked down low to the ground. The remaining marksman fired, the round catching the space just above his head, chunks of the rock raining down on the concealed Hyur’s head. He brought his revolver up and out of the cover and fired three times in the general direction of the sniper.

“What’s the hold up, Clank?! Take this guy out!” Kallard hollered into his radio.

“I am trying, but it appears that there were in fact more men hiding and I am now taking fire,” the robot said in its monotone voice. “Four men coming from southeast. Engaging evasive maneuvers.”

An ear shattering BOOM resounded from the sky above the twins as Clank went supersonic. The robot was gone in the blink of an eye, pulling up towards the sky as it banked left. As the robot flew over the cliff it was able to identify the four men currently firing at it. Their aim was poor given the speed the robot was moving, its own gun trained on the unlucky troopers.

“Fuck!” Kallard shouted as he covered his now ringing ears, ducked down low behind his cover.

Marilini popped up from behind her boulder, dark green eyes scanning the horizon in an attempt to locate the remaining marksman. High above, at the cliff directly west of her, she was able to locate the marksman the same instant he saw her. A single shot was fired, the bullet whizzing past Marilini’s head, whistling as it flew through the air.

With the sniper’s position revealed, Marilini put him in her sights, held her breath and squeezed the trigger. The gun jumped in her hand, the slide rocking back and spitting out the empty casing, the barrel belching a plume of fire and smoke. The hollow point round soared through the air and before the marksman had time to duck behind cover, the bullet pushed past his skull and out the back side of his head. Just as the sniper slumped down to the ground, his body started to convulse and a second shot was fired, this time nowhere near its intended target.

From up in the sky Clank had finally circled back onto his attackers, his machine gun spewing rounds down at the troopers. Given its aerial superiority, Clank made short work of the Garlean agents. The robot’s high caliber rounds punched through their plate armor, punching fist sized holes whenever a round made contact with its intended target. Once all of the remaining troopers were taken out Clank dropped down from the sky and landed between the twins.

“Let’s get the fuck out of here,” Kallard sad as he rose to his feet and walked over to Clank.

“Check U’len for a radio or something. I don’t want to leave empty handed,” Marilini signed at her brother after she holstered her pistol. She walked over to where she had dropped the empty magazine and picked it up, slipping it into one of her long coat’s pockets.

Kallard grunted and holstered his revolver before making his way over to the dead Miqo’te. He dropped down to a flat-footed squat and started rifling through U’len’s pockets, showing little to no respect for the fallen comrade. After a moment of rooting through the Miqo’te’s pockets, Kallard removed a handheld radio and a folded up slip of paper. The radio was slipped into one of Kallard’s own pockets before he unfolded the paper, holding it so Marilini could see it as well.

“U’len, in order to become a full-fledged citizen of the Empire, you must first do this task for me. You are to meet with our agents, Rascal and Sweets. They are located somewhere in Thanalan, possibly Ul’dah. Your orders are to meet up with the Panthera twins, given them their orders and return to base with both of the twins. Failure to do so will result in you being expelled from the army and cast out into the cold. If the Panthera twins refuse to cooperate you are instructed to kill them and return to base.”

“Looks like they’re still up to the same bullshit,” Kallard said once he had finished reading the orders.

“Some things never change,” Marilini signed with a sigh.

“I guess so. This also means that I have to make another trip up to Garlemald to figure out where this is all going down. I haven’t seen any evidence of any survivors in the capitol city, so they must be building this airship somewhere else.”

“Why can’t you just send Clank to do recon? I don’t want to be left alone when they clearly know where we are. They must have agents in the city that have been tasked to keep a close eye on us. I thought our cover was solid, though,” Mari signed back at her brother.

“I’d rather do the recon myself. Clank can be seen flying in the sky with the naked eye and his cameras aren’t that great, so he’d have to be close to the ground in order to make anything out. I don’t want to leave you alone either, but I gotta do this. I’ll leave tomorrow morning,” Kallard said as he went through the motions of lighting a cigarette.

“I don’t like this, Kal. We can’t do this alone, especially if they have an Argius class airship. Those things can house an entire legion and aren’t exactly the easiest things to shoot out of the sky. We’d most likely have to destroy it before they finish construction.”

“Right, and in order to do that we need to know where it is and what we’re up against. Plus, if I can get my hands on some blueprints we could work out a plan to take the airship out. I promise I won’t be up there longer than a day or two. I’ll take Clank out first thing in the morning.”

Marilini let out a sigh before she signed back to her brother. “Alright, go ahead and get ready for your trip. I’ll come back with you and help.”

After gathering up the trooper’s fallen firearms, the twins left the scene, leaving the bodies where they had fallen. They eventually made their way back into Forgotten Springs, Clank keeping an eye on the twins from his vantage point up in the sky. After a brief exchange, Kallard and Marilini rented a pair of chocobos and set out on their journey back to Ul’dah.

[t3rra-bull]

Dead Things - Victorum

[praeceptumx-blog]

                         ♛    For my beloved.      @victorums  – CONQUEST      ♛

FOR THE VERY FIRST TIME HE FOUND HIMSELF TO BE ALMOST OVERWHELMED by his own emotions, creating a contradiction between his feelings and actions. He had believed to be the master of them for at least a decade by now, yet he could scarcely contain them as he was listening to his very own loud throbbing heartbeat. It was not the very same excitement he felt when he drew his weapon during battle; it was a complete different form of dance, one which he could not control. And perhaps never master at all. Her sheer presence, a beauty only found for once in a hundred lifetimes, was enough to lift the weight on his shoulders, the burden he bore for too long already. She was like a flower which would never wither; a warmth he wished to feel and yet could not.

NOT TOO LONG AGO HE HAD REALIZED HIS VERY OWN FEELINGS, trying to suppress them until he reached the moment when he knew he could no longer – the moment on when his dreams only showed her silhouette, her gentle smile. His mind started to slip away in moments of importance just because he reminded himself of the sound of her voice; a pathetic daydream he had attempted to ignore for just as long. He had always known they were not of flesh and blood – but even then he had never expected it that she would become his light. Truly, he still remembered the day when she arrived at Krakenburg in tattered clothes, too young to be a menace but too old to know naught. Never for once had he questioned his father’s decision to raise her like a princess of Nohr; yet perhaps somewhere deep within he had always known that she did not belong to them. Imprisoned like a bird in a cage he had watched her for too long; attempted to ease her loneliness as it was his duty to do so only to realize her true fate not so long ago. Such fortunate stroke of fate it was, indeed – and he silently prayed to the gods that it would last. He was no fool to believe that he would be able to endure her death – the knowledge of losing the only woman he had ever loved and ever would. And knowing that she felt the very same, that she had accepted his proposal, was only strengthening his desire to protect her.

XANDER SILENTLY WATCHED THE REFLECTION OF HER EYES, daring to lift a gloved hand to place it on her cheeks. He felt naught, only the coldness of the steel he wore, but touching her this way was already enough for him. For now at least. He feared to lose his temper, the last remaining control over his emotions if he allowed himself to do more than just this. And yet he had to know how her lips felt on his own, how she would taste in this very moment. His heart refused to leave her like this, only with this faint, intimate moment to share. The man bent down, reaching for her soft, pure lips with his very own. A chase kiss, indeed, but one which almost stole all of his senses. As soon as their skin met and he could breathe in the sweet scent of her skin, he almost forgot that he was willfully trying to hold himself back. Yet the warmth completely claimed his body as he deepened the kiss with more passion, even if only for little, before he would attempt to free himself from her spell. It ended as sudden as it had begun – but his gauntlet still rested on her cheeks, gently caressing her skin as careful as he could, his face still close to hers. 

                  ‘Worry not. I shall not fail to protect you, my love.                    Soon this all will find an end.’

HE DARED NOT TO FALTER FOR A BRIEF MOMENT; not only for the sake of the people he had vowed to protect the moment on when he finally claimed Siegfried as his very own, but now also for her. For the one woman he had learned to love, beyond all beliefs and strokes of fate. Perhaps he found himself to be more determined than ever before, not solely seeing the warfare as tool to regain peace and stability; but also to find happiness for himself. For the very first time. A foolish, almost absurd wish for someone who had learned that his life mattered not if he could give it for his people; a sacrifice he would have willfully made without hesitation. It was his duty, his responsibility, as the crown prince of Nohr ultimately; and the boy who had feared this very day, avoided the grim reaper and failed to hold a weapon upright was gone. Faded and long forgotten; like the mirror image he no longer recognized. It was no longer him.

IT WAS AGAINST HIS BELIEFS, AGAINST ANYTHING HE HAD BECOME if he was less dedicated; but for the very first time he felt… regret. Regret to have given up so many parts of him he had yet to rediscover; the softness inside his voice when he carried Elise on his shoulders and the warmth of his very own hand when he had felt more than cold steel slowly fraying his skin. For too many years he had been blind to this; only concentrating on who he had to be in order to be a worthy leader, a commander during war his father could be proud of, and not what it meant to be to actually be alive. He was breathing but he had not lived for so many years, believing in this false illusion, this lie and expectation he had created on his own. The strength he had gained mattered not; he saw this very truth now. For all these years he had lacked something more important.

HAPPINESS... HE HAD FORGOTTEN THE TRUE MEANING OF IT until she made him realize that he was indeed following the wrong path - he had found her soft, caring voice in the darkness, almost completely consumed by his own burden – a dim light which saved him from what he had been for too long. An almost drowned marionette of his responsibilities who no longer knew if his soul still existed. Somewhere deep within, perhaps, hiding beneath all the emotions he kept contained for so long. Not only for once had he listened to his siblings, had not dared to ever leave his duties to not be blinded by them – and, in the very end, he had become a fool of a man, barely worthy of his rank and title.

IT WAS A SHAME, A PITY EVEN, THAT HE WAS NO BETTER MAN WITHOUT HER – without her support and her kindness pulling him out of the embrace of the dark. But like a pauper who had not found any meal for weeks in this barren land, he was now desperately holding on her, needing her even to find back to himself. With her he found himself to be complete, as if his scattered pieces returned to him, showing him the kindness he once had as child. Only with her he was worthy to be ever called a king – and no one, not even the people of these lands, could take this feeling away. It would not wither, it would not fade – and if one was to be called the queen of Nohr, it had to be her. No one else.

                                         And once the bloodshed finally found an end,                                      he would be overjoyed to know her as his queen.                                                            By his side. For all eternity.                            

[monotoneapple04]

INTRO POST TIME

Just the basics some info about me and my dni list ❤️

Hii my name is Navi!

I use he/him pronouns and am 19 years old!

I'm going to be posting art of my ocs and their lore as well if I'm not too lazy to actually write it down LMAO

DNI LIST

The usual, I don't want bigots on my blog 🙏💀

I also do not want people who enjoy shipping minors or incest or overall just gross ass ships on my blog.

I will post semi toxic oc ships on here so please be aware of that but not shit like the stuff I mentioned above 💀

I do not want people under 16 following my blog due to some things I will post that I personally do not recommend those under 16 to see sooo..

Things I'll be posting!

Oc art and lore!! I have a bunch of ocs and their stories that I want to share with others so yeah will be posting that

You guys can even ask questions about the ocs or about the lore itself!

Currently the ocs I love the most that I will probably be talking a lot about is

Sosia

Lucas

Victorum

Plaga

Vani

Fuso

Bandit

That's really it I hope you guys the art and lore I'll be posting ❤️

[bushidolion-blog]

victorums replied to your post: victorums replied to your post: ...

i had a super private akane. show me this group verse sdaflkasd

it’s here! i’m gonna try and sign up with snake,,,,,,

[cataclysmicbloom]

Victorum, also known as Vicky by her sisters, is the leader of the group. Being calm and collected in any situation that arises. She is like a business woman as well. Handling affairs before the need for the appearance of her and her sisters would be needed. Whenever the Goddess of Death needed it. 

Faceclaim (Shanoa)

Horse: Valere (be strong.)

A white stallion who is as calm as his owner. Never wavering when in face of danger. He will even trample on those who are in his way unless told to stop. He wears light armour when in battle. 

[exaltstolen]

victorums ha respondido a tu publicación “[[MOR] ( wake me up ) wake me up inside ( can’t wake up )”

MY GIRL

(i love her too but i swear to God if i get her again im rerrolling,)

[grandschemed]

@victorums

continued from here

her finger nudges kamui’s nose and he makes a little noise of protest, expression falling into playful discomfort as his lips twist into a helpless smile.  in return, he faces her as he raises a gloved finger to trace along the length of her cheek, marveling at her likeness and undeniable beauty.  how strange to face his mirror, but not mirror?  

and yet, her words wound him like a knife.  ‘i think it would destroy them if i had left.’  sobered, he removes his hand, gaze hardening as he focuses on the fact that nohr chose to cage him, alienate him from family - he was friendless and alone except for rare moments which felt like a breath of sunlight that he had never known in that dark kingdom.  he does not regret his decision.  he does not think of their love.

the guilt stings all the same.  

“i’m ... happy to know they have you here,” he echoes hollowly, bitterly, as he looks past the finery in the room.  nothing has changed - this home is still a prison.  the prince closes his eyes, yearning for light to drown in.  “i don’t know how you withstand the loneliness,” he murmurs, staring past the window into the night sky.  “is it ... better for you here?  you don’t regret the decision you’ve made?”

[returnn-of-the-mac]

I love the swap dialogue format! Maybe one for Scribe Haylen?

Companion Swap Dialogue: Scribe Haylen

Preston

Haylen: The Minutemen’s work to bring the Commonwealth together is truly admirable!

Preston: [flattered] Oh…well, thank you! It’s refreshing to hear that.

…

Preston: Be careful out there!

Haylen: I don’t think you have anything to worry about.

Curie

Haylen: You are an infirmary engineer and researcher? Incredible! We’ll have to discuss our findings sometime!

Curie: I would love to compare data!

…

Curie: Madam Haylen! Do you need any medical zupplies before you ‘ead out?

Haylen: I think I’m fully stocked! Appreciate it though!

Danse

Haylen: Take care out there you two! Stay safe!

Danse: Will do. Thank you, Haylen.

…

Danse: [worried] I know you’re capable, but if you ever find yourself in hot water, don’t hesitate to send out a signal. I’ll be there.

Haylen: We can handle it! But thank you, sir. Ad Victorum!

Codsworth

Haylen: [intrigued] You’re one of the first functional Mr. Handy’s I’ve seen around here!

Codsworth: Yes; and every day I am grateful that I am not stuck in an eternal dialogue loop!

…

Codsworth: Good luck out there, Ms. Haylen!

Haylen: Thanks, Codsworth!

Piper

Haylen: Piper Wright!? Wow! I’m a huge fan of your paper!

Piper: [flustered] Hey, thanks! I’m glad you like it!

…

Piper: Try not to die!

Haylen: Duly noted!

Strong

Haylen: [to Sole] …Don’t get eaten…

Strong: Strong no eat friend, stupid human!

…

Strong: Why human travel with this human? This one weak!

Haylen: [annoyed] I’ll show you weak.

Deacon

Haylen: [to Sole] Remember: take everything he says with a grain of salt.

Deacon: I’m more of a pepper guy, myself.

…

Deacon: What’s a talented gal like you doing wasting your time with the Brotherhood?

Haylen: It’s a better use of my time than trying to liberate toasters.

MacCready

Haylen: Have you been affiliated with the Brotherhood before? Your mannerisms in combat and marksman abilities seem similar to our training program.

MacCready: [sarcastic] Damn. Am I really that much of a walking red flag?

…

MacCready: [to Sole] Well, I hope you enjoyed the fun while it lasted.

Haylen: Just because I’m not a miscreant like you doesn’t mean I don’t know how to have a good time.

Hancock

Haylen: Try not to do anything too stupid out there. I have limited access to medical supplies out here.

Hancock: No promises, sister.

…

Hancock: [flirty, joking] Are you an irregular ECG? Because you make my heart skip a beat!

Haylen: Gross.

Gage

Haylen: I’ll never understand how you Raiders can just mercilessly kill innocents. It’s shameful.

Gage: You Brotherhood guys ain’t all that different, sis.

…

Gage: Yer runnin with the Brotherhood now? They’re a whole different kinda heinous.

Haylen: [defensive; scoffing] Oh, you’re one to call an organization heinous. We have nothing but good intentions, civilian.

X6-88

Haylen: Why does the Institute insist on wreaking havoc on the Commonwealth? Why don’t you all just stay in your lane?

X6-88: Our intentions are none of your business.

…

X6-88: Don’t do anything you would regret, [sir/ma’am]. The Institute does not take kindly to treacherous activity.

Haylen: [coldly] What they do is at their own discretion, sir.

Longfellow

Haylen: You’re from Far Harbor, huh? I’ve always wanted to see the ocean.

Longfellow: Nah, ya don’t. It’s overrated. It’s ridden with dead fish and seaweed and stinks like mirelurk.

…

Longfellow: Don’t be afraid to harpoon the threatening shit.

Haylen: Er…thanks for that…useful…advice?

Nick

Haylen: Detective Valentine! I know it must sound strange coming from me, but I truly admire you. Just…keep that between us.

Nick: You got it, sweetheart.

…

Nick: Be careful out there. You Brotherhood folks don’t have the best reputation.

Haylen: It’s alright! I don’t think it’ll be an issue.

Cait

Haylen: I hope I’m not making a mistake by leaving our friend with you.

Cait: Darlin, the only mistake made was our friend decidin to travel with a stick-in-the-mud.

…

Cait: [annoyed] Fine, have all the fun without me.

Haylen: Much obliged.

[teethstoobigmouthwontclose]

“Not everyone can be a firebrand, Victorum. This isn’t a story, and you don’t have to play the role of a hero. Do what’s best for you, what makes you happy." -- A scene from my WoF fic, Peace Amongst the Oaks. Please give it a read!   This is possibly the first time I've done something with such a detailed background! It took me so long! I'm very pleased with how this turned out ^-^ -- COMMISSIONS OPEN: SEE HERE.

[crimsonweresloth]

A little insight for Tenebrae Arc.

Tenebrae’s capsule would crash upon the world of Remnant in the far Eastern Fringes. He would be found by the huntsman Geoffrey Arc, who took the young Primarch in. Tenebrae would get along with his seven sisters and brother, however their settlement would be attacked by bandits a year later resulting in the young boy being killed by a surprise attack by the bandit leader. However, the surrendering populaces the boy regrow his injury and brutally kill the leader, causing the bandits to break ranks and retreat back in the woods. Hours later a stranger came to the settlement and offered the people a safer place to live, with the only payment being to serve his queen.

After swearing fealty to Salem in the “Grimmlands” Tenebrae begins to study the art of war, including every able body in the new settlement. Years later Tenebrae would have gained allies from the abhuman strain known as the Faunus, members of the noble house of Schnee and several individuals who infiltrated one of the fortress of the four kingdoms, Beacon. 

After the fall of Beacon, Tenebrae’s allies, at this point known as the Grimm for their use of the creatures of Grimm into battle. Vacuo would join in after a small force destroyed the Crown who tried to enslave the kingdom, Mistral would fall one year later after the Battle of Haven. Atlas being held back by rebel forces Mantle who were tired of the abuse they felt from the elite of their kingdom.

The Emperor would arrive as the Grimm forces were being ready to leave Mistral to aid their allies. Tenebrae requested the Emperor to let him retrieve something in Atlas, this item being the Staff of Creation. The events after words have been lost only to the Emperor, Tenebrae and Salem though what was known is that the Creatures of Grimm vanished. After finishing his request Tenebrae followed his father leaving command of the Grimm with his adoptive brother, Jaune Arc.

Once on Terra, Tenebrae tried to get to know both his father and brothers. He got along the most with Magnus the Red who was aiding his legion until his discovery. The two would talk about their views of the energy of the warp and how it should be used. Tenebrae unlocked the Crimson King’s aura which acted as a shield to the warp. Tenebrae and Mortarion almost clashed with one another with Mortarion calling Tenebrae a daemon thanks to his looks while Tenebrae would remark back that Mortarion is nothing more than a corpse. This led to the two primarchs to desipes one another before they were ordered by the Emperor to stop fighting.

When Tenebrae was given his legion he would rename them the Angels of Remnant and return to Remnant to unified it once and for all. Once the fall of Atlas has ended, the beginning of the Great Crusade through the Reliquiae Victorum. Which lead to the thousands words of Remnant. After such a feat, the Emperor allowed Tenebrae to work on a project that would aid the other Primarchs.