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[macabrres]

hoonga

    ‘ Milord... ’

Leon had always been a man of eloquence. Through trial and tribulation, he had always remained stalwart; a certain loquacious integrity had always flowed within his veins, and with certainty the outlaw knew that he would follow his liege to even the ends of earth were it asked of him. He nods at his master’s wisdom, taking it in stride, bearing it with a proud quintessence: the noble litany of the youngest prince of Nohr ------ 

   ‘ Hoonga. ’

[dicyde-a]

“ i’m not sure which of us i’m trying to convince ”

                𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐝’𝐬 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞.

                                                            ﹤ accepting﹥

Being a part of the army held is roles and requirements. Everyone held contribution. To keep its fairness, the cycle of chores rotated, royals among the list to mesh them with the common folk. That’s how Kamui liked things to be, after all. To Eliminate the barriers and walls between royalty and commoners to thin the line of difference. We’re all the same, and deserved to be on equal footing, he thinks. 

Plus, it was fun to see his siblings participate in things of the mundane. Especially those high on their horse.

` You’re still doing great, Leo! ’  Kamui sits next to him—— serving the roll of an emotional supporter more than anything else. Peaceful company, a bonding session with his dearest brother, smiling and serene as if to mirror the glittering turquoise that rippled around Leo’s bait.  ` Ehehehe, you haven’t even tried to use a spell yet.’  He was careful to not be too loud, as if not to disturb the fish.  ` I’d say that’s an accomplishment, for you. ’

As sweet as Kamui may come, he couldn’t help but poke at him in the gentlest of ways. He was an easy target. The compliment still holds true, however! So what he hasn’t caught anything. . yet?  ` I don’t think these fish can get the best of you, though. Just stay patient, they’ll come. I’m sure of it. ’

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             “ Hiiiiiiiiiii! ” 

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[fellegend]

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        “ LORD LEON ! ”

& ONWARD, he would advance, pursuing the man under whom he serves & he would warn an urgent caution in their travels. Suddenly, would two hands find themselves at Leon’s shoulders as Odin would find a static surge from his back, a jump born of a fear however unnecessary -- perhaps he is more affected by the rustling of nearby nature than the prince, himself. Perhaps, most positively.

            “ Do you hear the low mumbling of darkness’ dwellings... ? Evil-doers who exist within the land, disguised as none other than ... that bush. Please, stand back as I quell this dastard of the night ! ”

[sagieona-blog1]

HC + weather

` headcanons.

hmm okay so this isn’t so much about seong jin as it is about the clans that are looking for him! in the original myth, the god of Pretty Much Everything, cheonjiwang, had four generals, who were also deities, and they controlled their respective ‘element’ (i say that loosely bc it’s not so much element as it is a property of the sky). those four controlled lightning, thunder, fire, and the winds/rains. 

in my canon, after cheonjiwang was found again in the vessel of the kija emperor, those four descended to the mortal world as well and had large families, who, in the present time with seong jin, are humans with elemental abilities. unlike seong jin, who is a demigod, these clan members were more like mortals with superpowers than anything near gods.

that being said! the four generals do exist in the heavens, their faces unremembered by their own clans, but they are greatly known by name and highly respected. those generals are in charge of the weather! so their descendants, on a smaller scale, do have a very minor control over weather as well (it’s more of temporary weather-based powers), but they’re only capable of doing it when four members from each clan work together for it. i have separate ocs for the clan members, but they’re a wip! ;;

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{ A Worthy Father } { Request an Outfit }

It was getting dark – right around the time that most would be headed off to sleep for the night. As it was, Forrest had already changed into his nightwear, but now he was scanning the halls in search of Leon. He hoped that his father hadn’t already retired for the night: he wished to have just a moment of his time before bed… 

Much to the Troubadour’s delight, he soon managed to find the man. ❝Father! I’m glad that I caught you.❞ A smile on his face, Forrest walked briskly to Leon’s side. Based off of the folded article of clothing in his arms, one could probably make an educated guess as to why he had been looking for his father, and, sure enough, ❝I made you a little something, and I was hoping that you would try it on. I know that it’s a little late, but… well, it’s not exactly daywear, anyways.❞

[daijitsu]

The hand of time had set the plan in motion. However alluring the idleness was, he had faces to meet, places to visit and unusual matters to resolve. It was either the truth or death. Either the answers or endless misery. The town had deemed these roads the only possible ones. Heh, perhaps there was another path, maybe deep within the fog...

It was a matter of minutes before he passed by.

No, not the moody one. Then again, both parties had their fair share of problems –– some of which went far beyond a typical worry. With a bored sigh, Daisuke stood up, stretched a little, then placed a hand on the cargo door and waited. Whether or not it was possible for him to wish or to want was insignificant. Whatever awaited him outside would undoubtedly be grotesque (much like himself, hah), so he might as well get it over with.

Yet some part of the boy still hoped that maybe one of them would accept him for what he was... and what he wasn’t.

              “ Um, can anybody help me? Hello? ” 

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