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[the-timeless-founder]

Our Darling Boy

Chapter 3 of 5

the rest of this series is going to make me quite emotional so I don't think I can proofread them, please forgive any grammatical mistakes and the sort, I did my best portraying Devyn but @secretarykang has all rights to her, as always and again, I hope you enjoy <3

Saeclus' return with Dante's bandaged and half beaten body is less than a merry occasion. As always, Devyn had the good sense to have the capital's finest doctor at the ready for their arrival, with a room prepared just for them to take care of whatever injury he may have suffered.

Saeclus' magic had taken the worst of his injuries to a moderately better place by the time he made his way to the room with their son in his arms, but it was still a heart breaking scene for the family. And for the King - the capital's finest - who'd come at Devyn's behest to see to Dante's injuries.

None had ever seen Dante in such bad shape. Not after his squabbles with his brother, not after his sparrings with their grandfather, and not after his many fights with the third and sixth princes of the kingdom.

Silas and Aurora's shock and grief paled in comparison to the sheer agony in Devyn's eyes as she watched her husband lay their youngest onto the bed, Karl Heinz getting to work as soon as Saeclus gave him room to access Dante.

Tears streamed down Devyn's face, as they did Aurora and Silas', and they would down Saeclus' too, if he hadn't cried his heart out upon Nocto's back while shielding Dante from the cold.

He had spoken to his son too, though he didn't know if he could hear him. He had pleaded with him to not leave them. He had apologized for not going with him. He had regretted not trying harder to persuade him to stay. He had begged for him to fight for his life as fiercely as he fought for pride and honor.

Saeclus had exhausted his tears and his voice, and now he could only keep on channeling his magic to his son's wounds through one hand, to heal and revitalize him. And wait. And how agonizing it is to wait. Karl Heinz is focused on redoing the clumsy bandages, and adding any necessary medicine to the young man's wounds.

"Devyn..." Saeclus kneels by her side of the bed, and places his free hand upon her back, rubbing a soothing pattern. "Dearest, please..."

"This is our boy, my love. Our little boy..." Devyn's tears have not stopped, her voice hoarse from the cries and the grief. "How can I not cry? Why should I not weep?"

She turns to him, and buries her face into his neck as he holds her in his embrace. "I told him - I tried so hard to keep him from going. And look what's happened. Now all we can do is pray to whatever God that may be out there to spare us an impending tragedy..."

No other words would come from his mouth. How could they? She is right. This is their boy, their little spark and thunder, painted red with blood and burning with a fever that refuses to let up.

"There is no need for prayers, dear Devyn," Karl Heinz's voice causes Saeclus to force his eyes open to observe the King, "I will ensure that Dante sees the light of the next full moon."

Devyn's head turns in Saeclus' embrace to look at Karl Heinz. What expression does she make at him, Saeclus wonders... Is it an adoring gaze, one filled with hope, or is she furious at him for even presenting this opportunity in the first place? He dares not look down and see for himself.

His eyes have fallen to Dante's face, twisted in pain - from his wounds, the medicine, the magic, the burning fever. Saeclus curses himself once more for not leaving to observe his troops in secret, for letting the battle run its course and arriving at the last second to his son in such a state.

Aurora's voice rings clear across the otherwise silent room. "I wish to help, uncle Karl. I know how. You taught me yourself." And in an instant, she is by her parents' side, taking a new roll of bandages and carefully wrapping them around his calves - the bones have healed thanks to Saeclus' magic and Dante's own healing, but the nasty bruises have not.

Silas goes to Aurora's side quickly, and whispers something in her ear. The girl nods, and then speaks. "Alright, brother. Fill it with water and cool it. Bring a fresh towel with you."

Silas leaves her side at that, immediately going for the large basin with water from the bathroom. In minutes, he is back with a filled basin, chanting under his breath. Saeclus recognizes the spell as one that summons chill. Cold steam rises from the basin as Silas puts it on Dante's nightstand.

Before he can dip the towel into the water though, a woman's hand reaches for his wrist, garbbing it softly. Silas' gaze meets his mother's, as Devyn softly takes the towel from his hand. "I'll do that, my son."

She dips the cloth into the cold water, wretches it so it is only damp and not wet, and then folds it neatly, placing it on Dante's forehead. A satisfied groan leaves his throat at that - and at the feeling of his mother's touch, soothing and gentle as ever.

Karl Heinz finishes his work on the torso and one leg just as Aurora finishes her task, and he smiles at Aurora in acknowledgement. "I see you have learned very well."

"I had a great teacher." Aurora mumbles. She tries to, but can not force a smile today. Her face seems to ache if she so much as attempts to do so. Her eyes trail to her twin's face, watching as he seems to have calmed.

"His fever will cease within the hour. The medicine I have given him is potent."

"I thank you, my liege," Devyn caresses her son's face softly, hoping her touch would keep him grounded, and show his spirit that he is safe and among his kin, "it must not have been easy for you to make it on such short notice."

"Nonsense, Lady Kang," Karl Heinz rises to his feet, an amicable smile on his face - as it ever is with Devyn, oh dearest Devyn, who remains close to him despite all that has transpired between them, "I am ever happy to assist you and your family's affairs."

Devyn does not reply to him. Saeclus wonders quietly if she is simply too preoccupied with Dante to bother, or if the two of them have no need for more words between them. He wonders why he cares so much, after all these years and all the tribulations that he and Devyn have overcome side by side.

It is foolish to be anything but grateful to Karl Heinz right now.

Or is it?

A colder, crueler thought passes through his mind as the Vampire King exits the room for a change of clothing - would any of this have happened to begin with, if he had not stoked the fires of jealousy between their two sons? Would any of his help be needed if he had not presented Dante an offer only a fool would refuse?

No, he concludes, none of this would have happened if it weren't for his existence.

Outside, gone to fetch some clothes for his brother to replace his bloodied and torn ones, Silas' thoughts are no less cruel to the Vampire King. And meeting him in the grand mansion hall on his way to his brother's chambers only serve to further foul his mood and mind.

"Silas."

Silas' lips almost twist themselves into a frown, and bile raises to his throat as he forces his tone to remain neutral. Be your parents' good boy, be the pride of Houses Sanguine and Kang, do not let your emotions cloud your better judgement...

"Your Majesty."

[the-timeless-founder]

Promise Me

Chapter 2 of 5

let's gooo, part 2 is here... good God this one was a RIDE... @secretarykang as usual, let me know if there is any inaccuracies, I'll fix them immediately and I hope you all enjoy <3

All he sees is the pouring rain and the blazing lightning. He hears no thunder - the ringing in his ears has been loud and constant for a while now. Distantly, he recalls that he needs to push himself back up - try and call for his loyal dragon, and flee from the wrath of nature.

Yet still, his body refuses to move. It's as though each finger is as heavy as a boulder of dark stone, and suddenly, fatigue is all too present in his bones. The gash across his chest should hurt - is it the cold rain soothing his aches, or has he lost sense due to blood loss?

Time seems to have stopped. Or is it moving too fast? He can't tell. This is bad, that much is clear, he's losing blood still, and his vision is dimming ever so slightly. Is the battle still raging on? If so, why hasn't anyone come to finish him, or take him away? Did they presume he died from a simple mace strike and a fall off his dragon? The mere thought makes his blood boil.

Or it would, if he could keep his consciousness afloat for much longer. Somewhere between life and death, he can only comfort himself with one thought. That his father will come to his aid. He always appears when he needs him most. He won't fail him this time.

His vision goes black.

"Sae," Devyn calls, and he turns his face to her expecting gaze. Eyes puffy and red from the tears slipping, she can see his own grief - his own tears threatening to spill any moment now - and then speaks, "never once have you broken a promise you made to me. Now I ask of you to promise me again..."

He closes his eyes, and leans his head forward, so their foreheads touch. "Promise me that he will be back to us. I need you to promise me. Promise me you'll bring him back safely."

"I will do whatever is within my power to bring our son back, head and hearty. I promise you, dearest Devyn. But I must go now - we need act with haste."

"Yes. Of course. Take care, my love, and- and please come back soon." Devyn squeezes him in her hold one last time, before letting go. "I shall stay back and keep Silas and Aurora from doing anything reckless."

"Thank you, dearest. You always do right by us."

"Do not dally any longer, my love," Devyn looks to the storms in the East, "I can hear him... I can hear him call. He can not leave me. He can not leave us this way."

Saeclus has run dry on words to speak as he mounts Nocto, taking flight as soon as his hands connect with the feathers on his neck. He's sure Nocto can feel his urgency through their bond. And not just that. He can feel his anger, his regret, and most of all his fear.

A fear he has not felt in millennia. A fear so primal and heart-wrenching and painful, he can barely stand the reason he must feel it. The fear of losing a loved one. A child. His child. Their child.

His mind races back to Devyn - who had rushed into their chambers with an unbecoming hurry to her step - eyes wide in fright and worry and uncertainty. She had told him through choked sobs that Dante's squadron has been attacked, that they have sent their fastest eagles and ravens calling for aid, and how Dante is too stubborn to allow for eagles to be sent calling for aid.

She had insisted on coming at first, and it seemed impossible to hold her back until Silas and Aurora came to the main hall, demanding to be allowed leave as well. To search for Dante, to take their brother back home, and to unleash hellish fury on those who'd dared to try and take him from them.

It had taken all of Saeclus and Devyn's authority as their parents to keep them from doing anything reckless, and they agreed that should the both of them leave, then it was likely the siblings would follow closely behind. And a warzone is no playground.

Saeclus should know. He has been on countless. He has created and decimated countless.

Is this penance? If so, then the elder demons are crueler than God.

His thoughts come to a stop at the sight of a raging battle - blood splattering and metal clanking can be heard from all the way up in the air. He can not see Dante. Even as Nocto screams and dives down, hurling lightning from his wings at the Vibora outlanders, sending them ablaze or screeching from the pain - he can not see Dante among the fighting men.

His spear is in his hand before he realizes he's summoned it, and he jumps from Nocto's back onto the charging Vibora, sending five of their heads tumbling just from one swing. And causing the rest to recoil or freeze - they had not anticipated reinforcements. And they had certainly not anticipated him.

He has no time for this. He must end the battle this instant and begin searching for Dante. And presently, despite all of his self-discipline and so-called mercy, he could not care less for any of those standing in his way.

They will burn.

And they do, as a flip of his hand bursts the ground open, sending the company leading the aggression into the burning, blazing fires at the heart of the Earth. Screaming profanities and curses at him, the men are consumed by ruthless fire as the ground closes back up.

Saeclus speeds forward in a one-man charge - his eyes glow bright gold in such a terrible, powerful gaze that frightens the rest of them into a hurried flee. Even as he calls lightning down from the storm, directed at their backs, the Vibora run for their lives. They have caught a glimpse of the fury of the Timeless - and that single instance will haunt them into sleepless nights.

The Vampires who had been pushed back now push forward, out for the blood of snakes, but Saeclus could not care less for that. Or for them. Or for battles and victories and the other wounded. He has seen his son.

He comes to a halt at his side, shouting his name in a desperate cry. "Dante!" His arms come to the back of the younger man's shoulders and beneath his knees, carefully lifting him into his embrace. The wound on his chest is no laughing matter. Nor are the broken ribs and calves. Did he fall from his dragon? That is a plausible answer, yet Dante is the most skilled rider in their family—

No. This is no time for such thoughts. Life still dwells in his veins, that much Saeclus' magic can tell him, and that is all that matters. He shall heal and bandage him at the nearby camps, and then mount Nocto with him towards the mansion, so he can receive better care and medicine than he will on the front lines.

Rushing for the nearest medical camp in the storm, he misses the way Dante's eyes twitch open to see him for a moment, and fall closed again.

[the-timeless-founder]

Decisive Say

Chapter 1 of 5

this is written as a continuation of greener than the first grass of spring, a fic by the wonderful @secretarykang. the two of us discussed this and decided to turn this into a full on series of fics that will delve into future events that their family plays a role in, as well as shining some light on the inter-personal relationships of the kang sanguines

and, as always, i hope you all enjoy <3

"Dante." The voice of his father from behind his chamber doors snaps the young man out of his thoughts, before he turns to see his father standing behind the half open doors. "May I come in?"

"Of course, dad." He stands as his father enters, and Saeclus smiles softly, hand motioning towards the chairs by the window. A cue for them to sit and talk.

"Do not be so alarmed. I only wished to speak with you briefly."

"Oh, let me guess." He mocks as he sits across from his father, almost plopping down onto the soft cushion in frustration. "It's about the war campaign."

"Correct." His father has never been one who beat around the bush, and Dante huffs as he can sense his scolding coming. Arms crossed and with an annoyed pout on his face. Had he not been too preoccupied with his frustration, he might have noticed how his father smiled fondly at his adorable posture.

"Mother must have told you."

"She has indeed - she also said how you stormed away after her talk with you, saying you would return victorious." Saeclus almost sighs remembering the worry and annoyance on Devyn's face as she told him of the day's events.

"And I will." Dante insists.

"Dante-"

"Why are you both so adamant in keeping me from going anyway?!"

"Son, if you would listen-"

"If only you would also listen, dad! Didn't you always say that opportunities for growth will come in their time? And that we should be aware of them so we could take them?"

"Indeed, I did."

"Then why are you holding me back now?!"

"You said it yourself, son. All will come, in due time. This is not the right time."

"Oh, come on, dad! This is a once in a lifetime opportunity!"

"Dante, you are young. Your experience pales in comparison to the Generals of Vibora Land. Not to mention you are unfamiliar with the terrain of the battle and troops you will be leading. All of which are essential to chase the victory you so wish for."

"And I suppose Silas could have done this, easy. And no one would refuse to allow him on the battlefield."

"Oh, my boy, what has your brother done to deserve the disdainful words which you speak?" Saeclus sighs with closed eyes, then reopens them to look into his son's. Dante has no reply for his father's words.

Silas has never truly done anything to wrong him - quite the contrary - and yet, the example he has set is a suffocating one. Even if his parents do not hold him to such standards, emphasizing individual differences between the two of them and Aurora, the rest of their world is not so open-minded.

Nor are they gentle about their opinions. All anyone can ever talk about is how Silas has impeccable memory, outstanding manners, a commanding presence and supreme dominance over all forms of ancient magic.

And Silas has a tongue that stings when it means to, he can be just as venomous as he is sweet. His words from their last bitter argument still echo in Dante's head, giving way to frustration and concern.

"If only there would be anything worth noting of you."

"Silas would not be seen on that battlefield of his own accord, and even if he wished so, I would do my utmost to prevent it. Just as I do to you."

"Uncle Karl would not have stopped me."

For once, in a long - long, long - time, Dante sees his father's gaze narrow towards himself. And for a moment, he feels as though he has come close to feeling the wrath the demon world has dreaded for so long. Yet his father's eyes go back to their serene, patient gaze as fast as they had narrowed.

For a moment, he chooses silence. Perhaps that makes his next words more impactful than they would have been otherwise.

"I suppose it is a blessing, then, that he is not the one who has any decisive say on the matter."

Dante looks down to the floor. Indeed, uncle Karl may be his mother's best friend - and once, her lover and admirer - but he is not a part of this family. For some incident that took place before he was ever born caused a rift between him and his father. An incident he has never been privy to the details of. He suspects he never will be.

"What about me then, dad? Do I get a say?"

"Of course." Saeclus' response is immediate, unhesitating. His hand reaches for his son's, and Dante does not pull away when his father gives his hand a reassuring - and worried - squeeze. "I would still ask of you to not go, but if you wish to persist despite it all, I will not lock you up in your own house."

"Dad, believe one thing." Dante grabs his father's hand back, and holds it in his own firm grip - his hand is almost as large as his father's now, and almost as calloused from years of training. Training that he means to put into use now.

"I will make you, mama and uncle proud. My reputation will be as grand as grand papa's, and the world shall know my name."

A soft smile appears on Saeclus' face, and he speaks his next words with a characteristic warmth. "Oh my dear boy, we have never not been proud of you."

Dante presses his lips together. His father may mean what he says, but he himself feels undeserving of this pride. He has done nothing to earn it, after all - and his father himself has always said that all things in the world that are given must also be earned.

"When I return," he lets go of his father's hand and stands, brushing his hair out of his face as he begins to tie it back, just as his grandfather often does, "you and Silas will have something new to add to your grand history books dad. Look forward to it."

Without another word, he leaves the room in a flash of darkened red, and Saeclus is left alone to sigh and silently wonder if in trying to avoid his parents' mistakes, he has done harm in other ways.

He can now only hope the responsibility and its consequences will not be too severe.

[the-timeless-founder]

Yo Bestie , you know who zweig is?

Heyyy anon!

Yes, if I am correctly aware: he is the new King of the Vibora in Lost Eden, after Burai has stepped down for unknown reasons. We know very little about Zweig other than that, other than the speculation that he is a cunning man. But like most characters in DL that are not love interests - except for Karl, sort of - we get very little of him in canon.

If I remember correctly, my friend @besnella had some sick headcanons for him on her masterlist. Feel free to check those out!

[the-timeless-founder]

hello again;

I'M FINALLY FREE FROM EXAMS YAY you can finally expect to see much more of me, and I've missed you guys and missed a LOT, but I intend to catch up as much as I can in the month and a half I have off, so I'll try to make the most of it <3

[the-timeless-founder]

this seems fun so, hey @secretarykang, let's try it >x)

Saeclus: ... I dislike making messes, in fact. And I don't prefer frozen food per se, either. This is a very strange assessment.

Mishiro: ... I have many questions and concerns, but this is hilarious so they can wait for later, haha~

Claire: In truth, I am highly offended - who do you think you are to have me on auction and sold? ... Well, at the very least, the price has been decent.

I sold you to a pet store!

How much did you sell for?

— Aah... I have a lot of questions... A lot...

[the-timeless-founder]

No Daughter Of Mine

I feel like this has been in my drafts for long enough. a bit of insight into Mishiro's life with her mother as the third born of five daughters. with a unique gift that is a curse according to the woman who must love her more than anyone

She can't believe this is happening again.

Her mother sips on her tea as though she has said nothing unusual. As if picking the husband of your third daughter, who has two unmarried older sisters normal - one engaged and the other wholly single. As if pretending that she knew is alright, when she hadn't the faintest clue.

Her lips tremble. Shakily, she puts her cup down, and smiles at her sisters, eyes closed so they would not see the look in them - the look of hurt and confusion and betrayal - as she speaks. "If you would, sisters, I wish to speak with mother privately for a moment."

Her sisters look among each other, their eldest shooting Mishiro a worries glance. An unspoken question being asked - will you be okay? And Mishiro smiles softly, a small nod following. Truth be told, she isn't sure she will be, but she can't have her sisters caught in her web of troubles.

As they leave, she takes a deep breath, eyes cast to the table as she decides on her next words.

"Is that what I am to you...?" She finally says, eyes shifting to her mother's cold ones.

"If you would elaborate, perhaps you would be owed an answer." Her tone is icy - she never uses this tone with any of her sisters, only Mishiro. Her third, her most beautiful, her sweet voiced and soft-hearted daughter.

Her source of shame.

"Am I some pretty daisy you can wrap in a ribbon and send on my way? Or a prize to proffer about to other great families?!" She doesn't notice when her tone is raised, not until her mother slams her teacup onto the table. She can feel herself flinch at the glare fixed on her.

"Do not use that tone with me, girl. It wasn't so long ago that I carried you within this very womb of mine. I am your mother - I am owed your respect."

Owed. Own. Ownership. It feels like her life swirls around these three words. It's on days like this that she wishes her father was still here. He would know how to calm her mother's terrible temper, how to gently guide her to see her girl's point, and how to calm her quaking shoulders right now.

She is crying. Again.

"You are my mother by blood, true," and for a moment, she considers telling her that she has never been a mother to her in spirit. But she doesn't. That is not what her father would have wanted of her. "And you are owed my respect."

She looks up from the floor again, teary eyes staring into slightly widened ones, as she speaks her next words as firmly as her voice would allow. "But I am your daughter, I am a guardian angel, and I am a person - and I deserve your respect too."

She turns on her heel and goes for the door - her eyes are burning and her voice won't come out from the sobs she is biting back, her heart in a million pieces from the lack of response from her mother.

But when the response comes, she suddenly wishes she had ignored her like she always does.

"You would have that respect if you behaved like one worthy of it." The venom in the older woman's voice made the hand on the door handle go limp again.

"You think I don't know? That you waltz off to the Demon World whenever you please? That you hang around their men as though you couldn't care less for the consequences? That you visit churches even outside your area in the Human Realm when you don't need to? Just to spend time off in other worlds and among other people?"

Mishiro dares to steal a glance of her mother, just to see what emotion swims on her face as she says these words to her own child. There are a number of them. Shame. Regret. Dislike.

"You are this family's embarrassment. Not Nashiro, not your father - YOU. You who was born with great power, but would rather use it for your own ends rather than your family's." For a moment, pain flashes against her face as her next words spill out. "You are no daughter of mine."

The door is swung open, and Mishiro bolts out of the room with her wings opened wide, ready to take her somewhere else. Hot tears streaming down her face, she doesn't hear how her sister calls for her as she leaves them behind again.

[the-timeless-founder]

thank you for the tag love <3

Saeclus Sanguine: INTP

Listen: you were probably the gifted kid in school. Now, you're deathly intelligent, but you suffer from what teachers might call a lack of "applying one's self". You're passionate about something, about many things, but more often than not they aren't as practical as you wish they were. Even so, you fear failure, and the consequences that come with it. As well, you often feel like you don't "click" right with most people; you may be emotionally distant to the majority of people who don't understand what your 2 a.m. Wikipedia research sessions are about. Still, you're just trying to get by like everyone else (and no, sleep deprivation does not make you more unique).

Mishiro Chiheisein: INFP

You probably post about yearning on Tumblr. And you know what? Good for you. You're an idealist, and you want to fall in love; who can blame you for that? However, sometimes, you may want to step back and ask yourself: am I indulging in fandom and fantasy worlds simply for fun, or to withdraw from reality so you don't have to think about it? Cope with your surroundings, and don't block them out, not all of them time. It'll help a lot with any misunderstandings.

Claire Cornelle: ISTJ

Let's be honest: You're a little more traditional than some of your peers. And again, maybe unlike your peers, you like taking responsibility for things, whether that be your job or your house or a pet. In school or work, you may find yourself picking up the slack for others who don't have the same diligence as you do. However, you can't bring yourself to leave it for someone else, because you may have a small fear of dependency. Also, don't worry: even if people believe you're unemotional, that doesn't invalidate your emotions. You do feel.

I tag: @iricathel , @ruki--mukami , @ofstormsandsaints and anyone who'd like to try this.

what is your mbti? quiz

was bored so did a quiz on my ocs’ mbti types. making this a tag game too! the quiz is here

tirion - istj

Let's be honest: You're a little more traditional than some of your peers. And again, maybe unlike your peers, you like taking responsibility for things, whether that be your job or your house or a pet. In school or work, you may find yourself picking up the slack for others who don't have the same diligence as you do. However, you can't bring yourself to leave it for someone else, because you may have a small fear of dependency. Also, don't worry: even if people believe you're unemotional, that doesn't invalidate your emotions. You do feel.

zareen - isfj

Perfectionism + Procrastination. Need I say more? Actually yes: you think history is important, and you often downplay your abilities. Family is very important to you. You may be especially proficient in gift giving. I wish I could satiate a fear or two, but a lot of your fears are just parts of life; coping with loss comes with time.

🏷️ @secretarykang @ofstormsandsaints @lovely-oh-so-lovelyyui @summercreolefanfictioner @mariicake and anybody else who wishes to participate!

[the-timeless-founder]

okay, so - I'm going to clear some of my inbox and drafts, just to breathe some life into this blog again, but I will apologize in advance for a long disappearance that might come after that as university stuff has me in a chokehold.

I'll try to queue some posts for later, and answer shorter asks that come in, but I just wanted to say that since some of these asks are taking me a WHILE to answer. so if your ask is still no answered - I AM NOT IGNORING YOU, I promise that the answers are coming, it just might take a while.

thank you for being here, everyone, and hopefully I will be much more active when summer break finally arrives <3 and to all my mutuals and anons who are still here, thank you so so much for still caring and keeping me in this fandom.

[the-timeless-founder]

Names, Families, Legacies

In which Saeclus and Dong Hwa discuss the future and its possibilities - two men who've outlived all their peers, away from all audience.

Dong Hwa belongs to @secretarykang and is Devyn's father, which makes him the dilf of vampire- AHEM, I hope you all enjoy ❤️

"Who would have thought?"

"Of what, pray tell?"

"Of our two houses being joint and bonded." Dong Hwa raised his glass of wine - Feurrot wine brought by the man at his side from deep in the Sanguine manor's chambers. "I mean, look at us - sitting side by side again like at one of those damned Peace Gatherings that supposedly symbolized unity and concord."

This is talk from thousands of years ago - not even Karlheinz has lived to see one of these moments of time. The last of the wise Founder Kings died long before the White Dread ever saw life - or undeath.

"Except this time we don't have to deal with useless chatters and veiled threats that resulted in nothing except more deep hatred. All that useless preaching had me in tears from boredom. And-"

"In tears? I remember you sleeping rather loudly by the older Lord's side as he desperately tried to wake you without alerting the whole room."

"Hey! I don't recall you - with all your discipline and manners - doing more than sketching invisible lines onto the table."

Saeclus could not help a light chuckle. Indeed, he was right. Even the older, more mature Saeclus would not hold much value in those gatherings. For there was none in them. "I jest, Dong Hwa."

All he got in reply to that was a somewhat quiet hum, as if the other was willing to drop the matter in favor of more important things to speak of. "As I was saying, and - now we have another point of shared interest...

Devyn."

Of course. Sweet, darling Devyn - with flowing gold hair and the most charming smile he's seen in a thousand or more years - who's her father's treasure and pride, and the source of all joy Saeclus has found in the past few years.

"I know you and your family - you had a reputation even back in the Founder days, to have family and duty of equal value to your knowledge and histories. So I'm just gonna say this..." Dong Hwa then puts his glass down, and turns to face the golden eyes of the man who'd soon be his daughter's husband.

"Devyn's love doesn't come easy or without a price - so be prepared to stand against whatever comes, to not lose her."

Saeclus' voice is firm when he speaks. "I will."

"I know." Dong Hwa's words come fast as well, eyes staring into Saeclus' own. "I may not have known you well, but I trust her judgement. And you have given me very little reason for doubt."

"Then can I presume these were words of a concerned father, more than the Commander in Chief of the Vampires?"

"You'll know the feeling, when your own children come by." Dong Hwa pours himself another glass of the Feurrot, and then exclaims his last point. "Bring me a grandchild or two when you return from your manor with Devyn, would ya?"

His laughs then echo through the room as Saeclus chokes on the wine he was drinking, coughing out a muttered. "My God."

[the-timeless-founder]

hey friend :) i hope you’re feeling well ! i truly miss our little interactions ! it’s me @veiledsagacity if you remember haha :,))

hello friend! of course I remember. that interaction may have been somewhat brief but I enjoyed it a lot. I've become less active because university is keeping me occupied but hopefully I'll be able to come back to this blog and breathe some life into it. we can interact even more then, I'll look forward to it! <3

[the-timeless-founder]

//OOC: PSA

Doesn’t matter if we’ve never interacted, if we’ve interacted once, or a BILLION times. Doesn’t matter if we have zero threads or FIVE BILLION. 

ALWAYS feel free to spam my ask box with in character asks, questions, or starters. 

ALWAYS feel free to spam my inbox with ask box memes!

ALWAYS feel free to tag/@mention me in memes.

ALWAYS feel free to tag/@mention me in quizzes. 

ALWAYS feel free to tag/@mention me in posts you want me to see!

ALWAYS feel free to tag/@mention me in posts that remind you of me/my muse.

ALWAYS feel free to tag/@mention me in stuff, period! 

ALWAYS feel free to start an interaction with my muse!

ALWAYS feel free to suggest a plot for our muses. 

ALWAYS feel free to send me an OOC message in DMs or in Asks.

I LOVE that stuff. YOU’RE NOT BEING ANNOYING. IT MAKES MY DAY. Talk to me! I love it! :D 

[the-timeless-founder]

Thank you for the tag love <3 sorry everything it taking so long, this internet filterings are killing me for real... I hope you enjoy either way ❤️

Saeclus Sanguine - The King

"There will come a ruler,

Whose brow is laid in thorn,

Smeared with oil like David's boy"

Duty. Strength. Resignation. You were told to do things and you did them. The world is something that was put into your hands and that you must deal with - so you will. You have a rigid back and steady hands, either metaphorically or physically. Is it nature or nurture? You don't know. You are tired of being steady. You dream of feeling alive. Not that you aren't, but, sometimes, it's hard to remember that there is a heart between your ribs. Your love is where you breathe. Come on, breathe. In. Out. It starts now.

Mishiro Chiheisen - The Poet

"There will come a poet

Whose weapon is his word

He will slay you with his tongue"

Loneliness. Strength. Joy. You are powerful, but struggle believing it. You think you're not enough. Here's the truth : you are. You sing songs and hope they carry faith, because you have run out if it, and yet you still throw your heart out to the world and hope it makes it through. You convince yourself that pain is art because at least then, you will always have something to create. You are tired of stumbling through life. You dream of a ground you can stand on. One day, you will dance. Your love is where you feel - without fear.

Claire Cornelle - The Soldier

"There will come a soldier

Who carries a mighty sword

He will tear your city down"

Righteousness. Strength. Violence. You see a door and break through it. You wonder, sometimes, if anger is the only thing you can feel. Remember : love is passion too. You made your own rules and will follow them to death. You try and forget that there is only one rule, and that it is "FIGHT". You are tired of fighting. You try to forget that, too, and keep going. You dream of quiet. Your love is where you heal. God knows you deserve to. (Really. You deserve to.)

Sai'rish - poet.

"There will come a poet, Whose weapon is His word He will slay you with His tongue"

Loneliness. Strength. Joy. You are powerful, but struggle believing it. You think you're not enough. Here's the truth: you are. You sing songs and hope they carry faith, because you have run out if it, and yet you still throw your heart out to the world and hope it makes it through. You convince yourself that pain is art because at least then, you will always have something to create. You are tired of stumbling through life. You dream of a ground you can stand on. One day, you will dance. Your love is where you feel without fear.

Sarfaraz - soldier.

"There will come a soldier Who carries a mighty sword He will tear your city down"

Righteousness. Strength. Violence. You see a door and break through it. You wonder, sometimes, if anger is the only thing you can feel. Remember: love is passion too. You made your own rules and will follow them to death. You try and forget that there is only one rule, and that it is "FIGHT". You are tired of fighting. You try to forget that, too, and keep going. You dream of quiet. Your love is where you heal. God knows you deserve to. (Really. You deserve to.)

I've loved this song forever and they finally have a quiz so obviously I had to make one for my ocs, I got soldier as well. Feel free to try it here

Also going to make it a tage game because ���

@secretarykang , @ofstormsandsaints, @yuikomorihotline, and @mariicake

[the-timeless-founder]

my GOD, this is so good <3 I really like the way you wrote this fic from both perspectives, and gave them the spotlights they deserved!

now for one more thing. this is probably going to be the one time Devyn hears Silas - her sweet, summer grass green boy - say what he always wanted deep down in the anger of his brother being beaten half to death: “I am going to kill Karlheinz.”

her husband is more quiet - a soothing hand on her shoulder and back, a healing one on their youngest son’s chest - and less naive than to tell her anything. but this will probably be the event that will cause the end of Karlheinz. he’s patient - he will wait for the right moment. but don’t think he’s forgotten. he’d forgive any attempts made his way on behalf of his love for Devyn, but when their family is being put at risk?

bells are going to ring in a king’s funeral soon...

greener than the first grass of spring

summary: in an attempt to win the young man’s favours, karlheinz gives him the opportunity to join the next military campaign and lead his own battalion; the news travel to devyn faster than dante would’ve hoped and they have an argument regarding his skills and experience for the upcoming job

more about dante here, here and here <3

Dante walked to his mother’s study eagerly. It was well past dinner, which he was not present due to staying late at the palace, chatting with his dear uncle, so when his mother called for him at that hour, it couldn’t be just something trivial.

Once he arrived at her door, the young man knocked twice and was welcomed by a soft ‘enter’, signalling him to come inside. His mother was at her desk, carefully studying a map.

“You asked for me?”

“You just arrived, didn’t you?” asked Devyn, not looking at him yet.

Dante finally sat down, nodding a yes even if his mother couldn’t see which he followed with a soft hum to give her a proper answer. Devyn was still focused on the map before her eyes, still not looking at her son, “May I know your location? You have a good habit of announcing where you are.”

“I did this morning, I told you I am going to the palace.”

“And you stayed there for the whole day?” she asked once again. He hated interrogation, especially from his dear mother — Silas was never interrogated, or at least he didn’t see it with his own eyes.

“Yes, mama. I was with uncle Karl all day.”

“Oh.” she said, finally looking at him and leaning back in her chair, “Any news to tell me?”

“News?” he replied with another question. She knows, of course, she does.

“What did you and Karlheinz talk about before you came back home?”

“Stuff.” he replied simply, avoiding eye contact. Instead, he eyed the map on the desk and any hope of tricking his mother vanished.

“When did you plan on telling me? When you were ready to join the camp on dragon back?” said Devyn sternly. She could see through Karl’s motives for emancipating her son and trusting him with the task ahead of him, his wicked ways of trying to appear as a father figure as if the boy’s father wasn’t alive and well — if only he put the same effort for his children. But it annoyed her even more to see Dante jump so fast at any opportunity without thinking about it.

“No, I would’ve told you these days..”

“Don’t bother lying to me, boy. I believe you’re smarter than that.”

“What is the problem with me going anyway? Grandpapa will be there as well.”

“Why are you still trying to fool me?”

Dante sighed, raised his head and looked at her. She knows everything already, those walls are full of eyes and ears,“Why can’t you be happy that I am going to lead for the first time in my life? It is not the first campaign I’m attending—“

“You are greener than the first grass of spring. How on earth would you be able to lead a battalion, Dante?” she began, leaning forward. “You’re a young soldier, my dear. You haven’t fought enough battles or received enough training to lead, not yet at least.”

“Oh, of course.” he let out a chuckle, “I’m assuming Silas is far less green, isn’t he?”

“My sweet boy…” she sighed, reaching for his hand and taking it. “Put an end to this unnecessary feud you have with your brother, you have no reason to fight with each other. Besides, he’s greener. You know very well your brother has your father’s spirit and the heart of a poet. Silas despises the battlefield and won’t be seen there on his own accord.” she explained, “You have the talent and the ability to fight and one day be a great general, but not now. It is too early, too dangerous for you.”

His brows furrowed and his lips displayed that very pout he inherited from her, he was so upset with her words. “Mark my words, mother,” he said and let go of her hand, standing up afterwards, “I will go and lead my battalion, I will come victorious and you’ll put a crown of roses on my head to reward my victory.”

A month later he would come home wounded, Karlheinz would regret his decision, Devyn would cry for days at his bedside until he gained his strength back and the young man himself will feel ashamed. A lesson learned

[the-timeless-founder]

mr steal your girl 😔

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[the-timeless-founder]

been obsessed with choi jung hoon lately and he gives me string modern au sae vibes so have this <3

@the-timeless-founder we need more modern au content with sae cuz he has my heart in every universe

[the-timeless-founder]

WEIRDLY SPECIFIC BUT HELPFUL CHARACTER BUILDING QUESTIONS

What’s the lie your character says most often?

How loosely or strictly do they use the word ‘friend’?

How often do they show their genuine emotions to others versus just the audience knowing?

What’s a hobby they used to have that they miss?

Can they cry on command? If so, what do they think about to make it happen?

What’s their favorite [insert anything] that they’ve never recommended to anyone before?

What would you (mun) yell in the middle of a crowd to find them? What would their best friend and/or romantic partner yell?

How loose is their use of the phrase ‘I love you’?

Do they give tough love or gentle love most often? Which do they prefer to receive?

What fact do they excitedly tell everyone about at every opportunity?

If someone was impersonating them, what would friends / family ask or do to tell the difference?

What’s something that makes them laugh every single time? Be specific!

When do they fake a smile? How often?

How do they put out a candle?

What’s the most obvious difference between their behavior at home, at work, at school, with friends, and when they’re alone?

What kinds of people do they have arguments with in their head?

What do they notice first in the mirror versus what most people first notice looking at them?

Who do they love truly, 100% unconditionally (if anyone)?

What would they do if stuck in a room with the person they’ve been avoiding?

Who do they like as a person but hate their work? Vice versa, whose work do they like but don’t like the person?

What common etiquette do they disagree with? Do they still follow it?

What simple activity that most people do / can do scares your character?

What do they feel guilty for that the other person(s) doesn’t / don’t even remember?

Did they take a cookie from the cookie jar? What kind of cookie was it?

What subject / topic do they know a lot about that’s completely useless to the direct plot?

How would they respond to being fired by a good boss?

What’s the worst gift they ever received? How did they respond?

What do they tell people they want? What do they actually want?

How do they respond when someone doesn’t believe them?

When they make a mistake and feel bad, does the guilt differ when it’s personal versus when it’s professional?

When do they feel the most guilt? How do they respond to it?

If they committed one petty crime / misdemeanor, what would it be? Why?

How do they greet someone they dislike / hate?

How do they greet someone they like / love?

What is the smallest, morally questionable choice they’ve made?

Who do they keep in their life for professional gain? Is it for malicious intent?

What’s a secret they haven’t told serious romantic partners and don’t plan to tell?

What hobby are they good at in private, but bad at in front of others? Why?

Would they rather be invited to an event to feel included or be excluded from an event if they were not genuinely wanted there?

How do they respond to a loose handshake? What goes through their head?

What phrases, pronunciations, or mannerisms did they pick up from someone / somewhere else?

If invited to a TED Talk, what topic would they present on? What would the title of their presentation be?

What do they commonly misinterpret because of their own upbringing / environment / biases? How do they respond when realizing the misunderstanding?

What language would be easiest for them to learn? Why?

What’s something unimportant / frivolous that they hate passionately?

Are they a listener or a talker? If they’re a listener, what makes them talk? If they’re a talker, what makes them listen?

Who have they forgotten about that remembers them very well?

Who would they say ‘yes’ to if invited to do something they abhorred / strongly didn’t want to do?

Would they eat something they find gross to be polite?

What belief / moral / personality trait do they stand by that you (mun) personally don’t agree with?

What’s a phrase they say a lot?

Do they act on their immediate emotions, or do they wait for the facts before acting?

Who would / do they believe without question?

What’s their instinct in a fight / flight / freeze / fawn situation?

What’s something they’re expected to enjoy based on their hobbies / profession that they actually dislike / hate?

If they’re scared, who do they want comfort from? Does this answer change depending on the type of fear?

What’s a simple daily activity / motion that they mess up often?

How many hobbies have they attempted to have over their lifetime? Is there a common theme?