𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕰𝖒𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖘

I'm building an empire. I'm building with my body and soul. I'm building an empire, so little time and so much to do.

[lyccris]

Hello there everybody. It's been awhile, hasn't it?

Last time I posted I was hoping to get things running again but... There are some things that have gotten in the way. Long story short, I won't be returning to this blog for a bit longer. I'm moving to a new town this month and some job changes are underway.

I'm sorry to everyone I've kept waiting. With any luck, I'll be able to hit the ground running after the move is complete and things settle down.

Be safe everybody. I look forward to seeing you all again.

[clevergirlhelps]

Royal Hierarchy

EMPIRE

Emperor/Empress, Kaiser/Kaiserin, Tsar/Tsaritsa: rules over everyone

KINGDOM

High King/High Queen, Maharajah, Pharaoh: rules over other kings

King/Queen, Sultan/Sultana, Shah/Shahbanu, Raja/Rani, Rex: rules over everything (Europe) or leader of a large area or province (ancient Egypt, Persia, India)

Crown Prince/Crown Princess, Emir/Emira, Dauphin: also called the heir apparent, next in line for the throne

Prince/Princess: other children of the imperial or royal family

ARCHDUCHY

Archduke/Archduchess: ruler of an archduchy

DUCHY/DUKEDOM

Duke/Duchess: ruler of a duchy; highest rank under the royal family; While some duchies have their own lineage, members of the royal/imperial family can also be dukes (ex. Queen Elizabeth II is the Duke of Normandy)

MARQUESSATE, MARGRAVIATE, OR MARCH

Marquess, Margrave, Marquis/Marchioness: the ruler of a marquessate, margraviate, or march

COUNTY

Count, Earl/Countess: ruler of a county; known as an earl in England, but their wives are still countesses

VISCOUTY

Viscount/viscountess: ruler of a viscounty; rank below counts/earls

BARONY

Baron/baroness: ruler of a barony

OTHER

Baronet: British title ranking below baron and above knight

Seigneur/Knight of the Manor: rules a small local fief

Knight: basic rank; used to denote someone who owned land and fought on behalf of their overlord

Baron/baroness (Scotland only): ranks below a knight and above a laird; hereditary position

Laird (Scotland only): ranks below a Scottish baron and above an esquire; landowner’s title

Esquire: indicates someone who attends or is apprenticed to a knight

Gentleman: the lowest rank of gentry; owns a small manor or plot of land

[assortedrpmemes]

Thought-Provoking Headcanon Meme

Send a symbol and I’ll answer the question about my muse. (Or answer in character. Whatever works for you!)

⛔️ - How does your muse react to others breaking the law? If they would do it themselves, what is their reasoning? 🚑 - If your muse was the only person around and someone was injured, would they help? Would they have the experience needed? 💸 - What does your muse think of wealthy people? Do they resent them, or do they believe they earned what they have? 🆘 - What does your muse think of poor people? Do they think they’re a waste of space, or do they want to help them? 📩 - Does your muse prefer to physically write letters or send them online? What is their reasoning? 📢 - Does your muse have a loud personality or a quiet one? Do they enjoy being the center of attention, or would they rather watch and listen? 📊 - How does your muse feel about the state of the world? Could it be better? Could it be worse? 👨 - What is your muse’s relationship like with their father? Is it good, bad, or complicated? 👩 - What is your muse’s relationship like with their mother? Is it good, bad, or complicated? 👧 - What is your muse’s relationship like with their siblings? Who do they get along with best? 👶 - If they have any, what is your muse’s relationship like with their children? Do they feel like they’re a good parent? 👻 - Does your muse believe in an afterlife? What do they think it’s like? ⏰ - Does your muse feel like they need to do things quickly or do they take their time? ⌛️ - How often does your muse think about death? Do they think about it at all? 🔗 - What are your muse’s standards for meaningful relationships? How quickly do they form relationships like these? 🚹 - How would your muse react to losing their father? How would they cope? 🚺 - How would your muse react to losing their mother? How would they cope? 🚼 - How would your muse react to losing a child? How would they cope? 💧 - How would your muse react to losing a best friend? How would they cope? 💔 - How would your muse react to losing a romantic partner? How would they cope? 🐜 - How does your muse feel about animal lives? Do they treat them the same way they’d treat a person, or do they feel they’re inferior? 🌎 - Does your muse want to change the world? How would they go about it? 🎭 - How does your muse handle their emotions? Do they bottle them up or pour them out as soon as they start to feel? 💋 - How does your muse feel about people who cheat? Do they see a reason for it, or is it completely immoral? 🌠 - Would your muse make a wish on a star? If so, what would they wish for? 🎁 - Does your muse celebrate their birthday? If yes, how do they celebrate? If no, why not? 🍟 - How does your muse feel about their body? Would they change it if they could? 💅 - How does your muse feel about gender roles? Do they conform to them, or do they play by their own rules? 🌺 - Does your muse have a favorite flower? Why do they like it?

[lyccris]

[arcusxx]

[wordsnquotes]

Even if you know what’s coming, you’re never prepared for how it feels.

Natalie Standiford, How to Say Goodbye in Robot (via wordsnquotes)

[lyccris]

😈

“Oh?” The word dragged itself past Anima’s lips, raspy with her voice’s lack of use. Slim fingers hovered over the shiny tools before her as if debating which one she ought to lift from the stained linen below. “A visitor?”

Turning her head, over-bright violet eyes settled on Lorian’s silhouette. She saw only the darkness of his shape, how he blocked out what little moonlight managed to creep in. A wide mad smile curled her mouth, showing the points of teeth grown a hair too long.

“A patient, is it?” Anima crooned, selecting her tool of choice as she faced him. “Come in need of healing? Because of the plague?”

A rushing sound began to fill her ears, furthering the song in her blood.

“Come in, come in.” She urged, sweeping her free arm out in a welcoming gesture that went wide. “Let us have a look at you.”

[zakolanowki]

[thefaeryhost]

Yoshitaka Amano  __  The New Sun

[sireai]

[vintagepales2-blog]

Sainte-Chapelle, Paris  

[jmanvelez]

Virtuous Tears

[lyccris]

😈

“An animal, playing at being a knight?” Anima mused, looking Freya over slowly. The redness of her cap and coat, the pride in her stance. It was entertaining, in a manner. Anima’s mouth curled and she sketched a slow curtsy.

“From what land do you hail, o’ knight? To what end do you point your spear?” She inquired sweetly, lifting her gaze to bore into Freya. To search for weakness. “Or are you a homeless vagrant, clad in stolen raiment and arms? Pray answer well. I might have use for you if your word is sweet.”

[lyccris]

😈

It was difficult to see him, at first. He looked to be made out of the churning Chaos, rather than anything which had once been flesh and bone. Anima narrowed her eyes slowly, one dark nail dragging over the whirling crystal which made up the throne’s armrest. If it produced a sound, the thin air did not carry it to her ears.

“Come to kill me then?” She asked, folding one leg over the other. “By the sword on your back I would think little else. Funny, since you seem the most tired of combat when compared to any other in this forgotten pit of a world.”

[lyccris]

trashkingizunia replied to your post “��”

[ I like how he only owes her one hundred gil ]

[It’s so she can throw it at him and do 10x the damage later with Gil Toss]

[lyccris]

😈

“You come with good reason, I trust.” Coldness laces the statement, every bit as unforgiving as the calculating edge in Anima’s eyes. Lifting her chin, she stares down at the newcomer before slowly moving to rise. Vibrant silk pools around her feet, spilling like ink across the floor.

One side of Anima’s mouth curves. “But where are my manners? You have traveled all this way.” Extending a hand, she leaves it palm-up in invitation for the other woman to take.

“You may approach, dear. I should like to see you better.”

[lyccris]

😈

Black dust settled in her lungs, coating the soft inner tissue of her throat. Flickers of red briefly winked in and out around her, disappearing from sight as she tried to marshal herself. Raising a hand, Anima wiped at the viscous fluid that spattered her mouth before turning to face him.

In the dark her eyes shone from within, consumed and turned violently reddish gold from the scourge working its way through her body. No doubt he could see it, cursed as he was.

“Looks like you owe me a hundred gil, Chancellor.” Anima managed, smiling too wide to be polite. “I lived.”