꒰ఎ ♡ ໒꒱ content ( food play cunnilingus exhibitionism p in v sex cowgirl clitplay slight sadism edging overstimulation dacryphilia)
₍ᐢ..ᐢ₎ Judar is very fond of peaches, you can often see him lazily loafing around the palace snacking on them while skirting his duties. He is also very fond of you, one of Kougyouku's handmaids. He'll drip that sticky juice over your cunt, letting the sweet liquid gather on your plump folds. His lengthy tongue licking a long stripes up your slit.
₍ᐢ..ᐢ₎ Judar loooves your tits. Their soft weight and slight sag, the shape of your nipples poking through your clothing. He'll suck on them for hours, turning your buds into a sore mess.
₍ᐢ..ᐢ₎ Judar who has absolutely no shame. In the midst of taking care of your duties, he'll corner you and start fondling you, often in front of others. He wears a sleazy smile as he gropes your heavy breasts and puffy nipples over your clothes. He has a habit of reaching his hand under your skirts to pull your panties taught against your fat cunt, making the fabric rub against your clit.
₍ᐢ..ᐢ₎ Judar loves having you in cowgirl. He's lazy so having you in a position where you're doing all the work is perfect for him. He'll help some, if he's feeling kindly. His hands grip your plump hips, guiding them to grind in deep circles and scraping your buttony clit against his pelvis.
₍ᐢ..ᐢ₎ Judar who's a got a huge mean streak. When he's in a bad mood, start praying. It could go either way, overstimulating your pussy until you've got tears streaking down your flushed cheeks, which only fuels him to make your cry harder. Alternatively he could decide to edge you, hours and hours of him bringing you the edge of your high only to wrench it away with a cruel smile.
˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ an; judar was my favorite back in the day so you know i had to go in on this one ꒰ ˊ ᗜ ˋ 𓏼 ྀི꒱
A/N: this was a request! i'm SO SO sorry it took me this long to finish it but i was genuinely running so low on creative juice. i was genuinely blanking every time i opened google docs （＞人＜；）my only hope is that the hcs are at least good enough to make up for how long it took me to get around to writing them </3
𝜗𝜚˚⋆ warnings : none 𓂃꩜ reader's gender not mentioned
Judar would initially balk at the thought of being with someone serious or at least stern with him—after all, he’s had to deal with his stick-in-the-mud handlers all his life.
“Those types are so BORING! Always getting in the way of my fun, never just shutting up and minding their own business—in what universe would I want to end up with someone like that!?”
He’d come to find that it’s those serious types—someone who could temper his spirit, firm and able to reel him in and keep him grounded—is exactly what he needs. You’re the yin to his yang.
You’re the type to put your foot down and not waver, and he finds that quality incredibly admirable, and frankly, rather sexy of you.
At first, he’d take it as simply playing the long game with you; letting you think you were the one in charge when you’re nothing but a fly compared to a magician as great as him, before forcing you to concede, crushing you and your ego. It’s a little different than the mind games he’s played on others, but you’d be no challenge, right?
(Wrong… So wrong…)
Not only do you not entertain his games at all, you also don’t shy away or cower from Judar’s status as a magi, whether or not you’re anyone considered important. You demand respect from him and refuse to let him make a fool of you. Eventually, he’d be the one forced to concede, finally relenting and giving up on targeting you.
You make his days brighter and more fun. He spends less time bothering random servants and retainers around the palace or pranking members of the Organization—why would he do that when he has you?
He would be the type to abandon his meetings and responsibilities to bother chat with you; when you ask him about said duties, he’d wave you off with his usual blasé attitude, draping his arm over your shoulders.
“Oh, forget them! Those old creeps don’t have anything interesting to talk about, as per usual! Now, how about a game of checkers? You didn’t give me a fair chance last time!”
As much as he’d love to spend everyday with you, Judar is often away for weeks at a time doing rituals, assignments, and god-knows-what with the Organization. He shares his dream of running away with you and abandoning his miserable life with Al-Thamen to travel the world together, perhaps even picking up a king candidate along the way.
I think Judar would be rather protective of you, refusing to leave you alone with any Organization members. He’s seen the darkest aspects of the world, been forced to live with them before he ever had the chance to defend himself—he never wants you to fall into the same trap he did.
You make him less of a pessimist; sure, for the most part, the world is a pretty shit place, but that’s due to the compounded actions of many systems throughout the course of history. You help him realize that if people can bring evil into this world, they also have the ability to bring good, and that things are never truly hopeless. After all, how could they be when someone like you, who brings him so much joy he fails to put it into words, is around?
Judar’s favorite love languages are quality time, physical touch, and gift giving.
He LOVES showing you off—it’s not only a matter of pride, but also he wants to rub the fact that he’s with you in people’s faces.
He likes PDA for the above mentioned reasons (also he just can’t keep his hands off you), but won’t do it if you’re against it. He will still sneak an occasional fat smooch or lovetap and cackle at your protests while running off.
He is very pampered and spoiled, and he can act like a whiny brat with you. He’ll constantly get in the way of your work and demand you entertain his antics. Sometimes he’ll nag you all day to drop whatever it is you’re doing, and when you finally relent (after finishing your priorities), he’ll simply tell you to join him on his peach tree.
The first time it happened, you were left dumbfounded as you watched him climb up there; why was he so hellbent on the two of you hanging out if he just wanted to laze around in the palace gardens? A feline grin would grace his pretty face, and he’d lean onto the sturdy tree, leg dangling off the branch.
“You should be overjoyed, ecstatic even! I don’t just let anyone sit on my tree, much less eat my peaches. This is the privilege of a lifetime!”
You heaved a deep sigh, pinching your temple as though it pained you to be around the magi. Deep down, you were rather giddy that he had chosen you out of everybody else to sit with him. You knew how overprotective he was of his favorite lounging spot; all of his servants knew not to get too close to it, and Judar himself insisted that he be the one to trim and take care of it.
That day is one of his fondest memories, and he always makes it a point to make sure he has extra peaches harvested for you to eat whenever he wants to spend the day hanging out with you in the gardens.
In fact, he almost always has peaches for you. If you mention being hungry around him and he has one on hand, he’ll give it to you despite wanting to eat it himself— but not without making a show of how you always take his food. (Liar. He was secretly hoping you’d ask.)
Judar is an incredibly generous lover, and he thrives off of making you feel special. He absolutely lives for the cute little expressions you make when he brings you an item you’ve offhandedly mentioned wanting, or the way you practically melt when he loudly proclaims his adoration of you.
You can never keep anything on your wish list for very long because Judar makes it a point—no, a mission, his personal mission to get you everything you could possibly want. You learned early on into your relationship that there was no point in trying to be frugal or humble because he wouldn’t dare let you live in any standard beneath perfection.
He likes to dedicate magic spells to you. Every year on your birthday, he gives you your own special display of his magic as a show of his appreciation for you always entertaining him; levitating while holding up corny signs, creating “fire”works out of giant ice shards that burst into soft, glittering snowflakes, making shapes and writing your name in the sky with lightning. It's all the more worth it when he gets to see the awestruck look on your lovely face—he makes sure to burn that image into his memory, that sight ingrained in his mind just for him.
He’ll often tell you all about his travels and the people he sees, and he especially likes talking crap about his enemies with you. The two of you will often gossip back and forth in his garden—him, about his enemies (his misadventures with “the Idiot King” is often a topic of conversation for you two), while you talk about the haughty retainers and courtiers of the palace.
Judar loves seeing you wear his makeup or jewelry—on one of your birthdays, he gave you a matching cuff and choker, designed exactly like the ones he wears. You were incredibly touched by the meticulous detail of making sure the gem and metal were ones that suited your appearance, as well as flustered by the implied meaning of him leaving his mark on you in the form of his accessories. For practical reasons, you rarely wear them, but you always remember the gifts in the back of your mind, imagining any possible future outfits where you could wear them… how about on your wedding day, perhaps?
once again, to the person who requested, i sincerely apologize for how long it took me to finish these (≧﹏ ≦) i hope you still enjoyed!
Warnings: Allusions to pregnancy but in a hypothetical sense, other than that fluff
AN: Magi/AOS spoilers ahead yall, also I'm continuing the immature Judar slander but I will make up for it with a Labyrinth inspired fic in the future ok, mwah <3. Also Hakuryuu is so Katniss to me idk, there's something abt him that screams Katniss 2 me.
This is also kind of long for a hc list so enjoy!
Zero Kids
Sinbad: Sinbad does not want kids nor is he a kid person. Whereas some people don't want kids but are more than happy to take up the role of fun uncle or mentor-- Sinbad is not suited for either. Although he does better with older kids and teenagers, he still struggles to relate to them and always just ends up feeling tired after dealing with children. He's the epitome of "friend you ask to watch your kids as a last resort" and he doesn't really mind that designation. Ultimately though, he doesn't want kids because he'd feel that they'd become an barrier between him and his goals and he doesn't want to put the burden of the resentment he'd feel onto them.
Judar: Do not have children with this man!! Judar is already kind of like raising a child in that he demands so much of your attention that you don't really have the mental bandwidth for anything else. If you somehow manage to float the idea of children to Judar, he gets really pissy and ends up in a mood for the remainder of the day. He doesn't see children as anything other than snot monsters and he'll wind up feeling like he's not good enough for you if you want kids (yes he will get jealous of your shared children if you have them-- do not raise children with this man).
Koumei: Someone who should not have kids and has the good sense to realize that he shouldn't. Kids stress Koumei out. He's constantly running on about three hours of sleep a day and he only remembers to eat when you bring him food. The thought of having another being relying on him to be consistent makes him break out into hives.
If you wanted kids, that would seriously impact your relationship with him. And honestly, even if you're babysitting someone else's kid, the sight of you with a child will be all the reminder he needs to get whatever the Magi equivalent of a vasectomy is.
Jafar: I think Ja'far has had more than his fair share of raising children. It's not that he's opposed to having children because he's afraid of not being a good father (although the fear of accidentally raising his hypothetical child to be the ruthless killer he was does factor in). In fact, he'd be a great dad in terms of ensuring their basic and emotional needs are met. However, the thought of kids stresses Ja'far the hell out. He's already got his hands full with wrangling Sinbad and upkeeping Sindria and he's already served time as Hinahoho and Rurumu's babysitter. The man's entitled to a break (and honestly, probably a bit of compensation).
1-2 kids
Kouen: Girl Dad Kouen agenda!! For as intimidating as he can appear, Kouen is actually quite soft and doting and he does surprisingly well with kids.
Initially, Kouen doesn't want kids. He doesn't see himself as a father and he feels that with the position he's in and the rising tension in the Kou Empire, it's just not safe to bring kids into the mix. However, once he's away from the position of ruling, he allows himself to think of the possibility of kids and he finds that he doesn't mind it all that much. Somehow, someway, Kouen ends up with girls. No it does not matter the amount of children or whether they're adopted or birthed, he is predestined to have girls.
Overall, very sweet and attentive dad that ends up joining the 'wildest dad lore' competition as a front runner.
Kouha: Someone who should not have kids and does not have the sense to realize he shouldn't. Kouha is the type of person that thinks of parenthood as "babies cute!" and nothing else. Even if the two of you adopt, he wants a baby-- the closer to newborn the better for him. Admittedly he's a "good" dad in that he's doting and will spend time with the baby, but once the glossy sheen of new parenthood fades and it becomes more of the interrupted sleep, diaper blowouts, and colicky baby side of parenthood, he falls out of love with the whole ordeal fairly quickly. 50/50 chance of him leaving you to fend for yourself before calling in an army of nannies to raise your child.
His flippant attitude towards children persists as your child grows older too. He becomes the type of parent that showers your child with gifts, spoiling them and indulging their every whim without ever substantially fulfilling your child's emotional needs. One child is enough for Kouha and you pray that your child never has to hear of their effect on his disdain for childrearing.
Hakuryuu: Similarly to Kouen, Hakuryuu doesn't allow himself to dream of a world in which he has children because of the constant danger that he's in. Additionally, Hakuryuu becomes incredibly single-minded in his goals and he even puts you aside in his efforts to achieve them.
It's not until the war's over and his desire for revenge is mostly curbed (or otherwise sated) that he allows himself to think of what a family with you would look like. Hakuryuu's very good with children all things considered. And although he's a bit clumsy, and he may stumble occassionally, his two children love him very much and think he's the coolest person in the world.
3-4 kids
Masrur: Masrur's desire for a family creeps up on him. He looks at you one day, in the fading rays of the setting sun, and he feels his vision waver with the image of you surrounded by all the children the two of you share. Most likely, the two of you end up adopting your children-- even if you're able to become pregnant, Fanalis babies can be incredibly taxing to carry-- even for the Fanalis-- and he doesn't want to put you through that. Masrur's got a soft heart anyways, and it aches at the thought of a child in need. The two of you end up adopting several orphaned Fanalis (which are then dubbed the Jr. Fanalis Corp), making Masrur's dream into a reality.
Kougyoku: Kougyoku grew up in a very large family. Though she often felt overlooked in the midst of so many siblings, she still feels grateful for the comradery she had with some of her siblings and she wants her children to have that. Initially, she only plans for two children, however, at some point, the two of you end up with a set of twins or a pair of siblings and Kougyoku can't find it in her heart to seperate them, so you end up with three kids.
Sharrkan: Although he grew up in a family where his relationship to his brother was strained by his mother's ambitions, he still finds himself wondering what it would've been like were he and his brother just normal siblings-- especially after finding out that the two of them have a lot on common and get along quite well. He ends up having his children in "cohorts" where every child has a sibling that's close in age to them and then younger siblings that are quite a bit younger.
He's very cognizant of the pressures on his children, considering there are four of them, but he makes it a point to remind them that they are siblings and that they're people before anything else. He's very strict when it comes to their safety and any whiff of someone using his kids for political machinations or a scheme is quickly and quietly dealt with.
OMG that's a small army of children
Hinahoho/Rurumu: ((Yes I am living in delusion)) Considering the fact that the Imuchakk are built to push out kids quickly, I think Hinahoho and Rurumu would happily have as many children as you/Rurumu are willing to have/raise. Rurumu in general is very motherly and Hinahoho is a very loving/supportive dad and partner, in addition to the amount of support from your friends, you could really have as many kids as you're comfortable raising. Between the three of you, you could probably have at least 8 or 9 kids.
Drakon: Drakon has always wanted kids. It's something he used to dream about when he was younger in the brief moments he allowed himself to dream. Something that worries him though once he's older is his appearance, the last thing he wants to do is scare his children. Of course, he wants as many children as you're willing to raise, but you will have to be the one to limit how many children you have because if you ask, he's not going to say no.
Yamraiha: I think Yamraiha wouldn't have any biological children but rather, she'd end up adopting a boatload of children because of how heartbroken she becomes at the thought of any child in need (along with her own upbringing). To be fair, she's an amazing mom. She's incredibly doting while still being fair and punishing her kids when necessary. She's definitely the type of mom that stays close/becomes closer with her kids as they get older as part of the joy for her is seeing her children go from small and helpless to strong and fully-fledged adults.
Additionally, as the prinicpal of Magnostadt's magic academy, she ends up becoming a lifelong mentor for many of the students, which she argues adds to her gaggle of children.
Contrary to popular belief Judar is such a cutie. In a way where everything is an act. Because the way he acts around others is a complete 360 of the way he acts around you it’s almost laughable.
That western outfit he wears that shows off his little slutty waist? Yeah not only did you introduce him to that style after countless begging for him to just try the outfit on. You also dressed him up everyday.
His cute grungy eye makeup that he always has on without fail? Every morning you sit on his lap with all your makeup spread all around on your bed. Painting on your adoring canvas named Judar.
Luckily Judar can do his hair just fine so you never have to worry about that. The accessories and jewelry he wears on the other hand…Yeah that’s all you as well. You even had begged him to let you pierce his ears once but he unfortunately was not up for it :(! Maybe one day you’ll convince your little pretty boy.
You just love dressing up your little pretty boy and though he’ll never out right admit it Judar loves being pampered by you.
The quiet mornings paired with your soft humming as you do his makeup. Helping him dress up in all the outfits you splurged on because you knew he’d look phenomenal in them. Your little comments you make to yourself whenever you get him ready because he just looked so cute in anything he wears. The way you always make sure to get matching jewelry or outfits for you two because you had noticed how excited Judar always looks to match with you.
Judar loves the attention he gets from you because it isn’t held with any malicious hidden intent of hurting him. With anything you do it’s like he’s a fragile doll that you must care for with all your heart. In your presence alone he can breathe freely and be treated with love, something he had never had the pleasure of having before you came into his life.
ever since you were kids, he’s had a way of getting under your skin, picking fights, throwing smug grins like daggers, showing up wherever you were just to bother you. and you? you always gave it right back. rough words, rolled eyes, maybe even a bucket of water to the face once or twice. you were frenemies, through and through.
except, somehow, somewhere along the way… things changed.
he still showed up at your side out of nowhere. still annoyed you on purpose. but now, he lingered. sat in the kitchen while you cleaned up after dinner. leaned against the wall while you folded laundry. pulled you into quiet conversations on nights when the palace felt too cold and big.
and you let him stay.
you never noticed how his teasing shifted. how he started complimenting you in his own strange way. how he trained more often, sparring shirtless with the hope that you’d say something—anything—about the way his abs looked. you never did.
“you know,” he said one day, casually spinning his staff while watching you sweep, “most people would be impressed by me by now.”
you glanced up. “oh yeah? why?”
he smirked. “have you seen my abs lately?”
you gave him a once-over. “i just figured you were finally tired of me being stronger than you.”
he choked. “what?! no?! that’s not why—”
you walked past him with a smile.
he tried other things too. bringing you your favorite fruit when he passed the market. pretending to hate a song just so you’d teach him the lyrics. sitting beside you during breaks, so close your shoulders brushed.
you always laughed him off. assumed it was just his way of being annoying with a little extra sugar.
but one afternoon, when the palace was quiet and golden light filled the halls, he found you dozing off against the wall, broom still in hand. and something in his chest pulled.
he knelt down, careful not to wake you. his hand hovered near yours, just barely brushing your fingers.
“you’re seriously impossible,” he whispered, voice soft. “but i think i like you anyway.”
you stirred a little, eyes blinking open. “judar?”
he froze. “i wasn’t gonna kiss you.”
you squinted at him. “…okay?”
“…unless you wanted me to.”
you smiled, sleepy and warm and completely unbothered. “maybe.”
judar blinked. “wait. really?”
you reached for his hand. “maybe.”
and that was it. no explosions. no dramatic declarations.
just you, leaning your head on his shoulder, and judar grinning like an idiot.
You were created by other gods or goddesses in the world of Magi, as a goddess of war. You had ended up meting Sinbad at a young age as he was on his adventure around the world. He took you in and adopted you as a little sister.
As your adventure continued you come across a magi named Judar. He has a special interest in you since you were the goddess of war and he love creating them or being apart of them.
This is a repost of blacksun-Judar. This is NOT my personal work
Judar,Hakuryu,and kouha found out their fem s/o was pregnant after escaping a few months ago (the child is theirs but they didn’t know because s/o left without telling them)
Judar:
- Judar would be infuriated upon finding out she’s pregnant. Was it another man’s? Why hadn’t he heard of this? Had she moved on from him that quickly? He’d slam her against the wall, his ice magic already freezing her ankles to the floor. He’d yell and demand answers, but her shaky reply left him with his mouth gaping.
- Judar would freeze on the spot. He would stare at his darling with a completely blank expression as he rolled the words around his head, again and again. Even when her panicked tears were spilling over, he paid no mind to her, only snapping his head back when she started to squirm, lowering her head to softly sob in shame. Her body badly shaking, and her arms holding her stomach tightly, shielding it from whatever wrath he would unleash upon her.
- Unable to really process the situation, he would melt the ice, grab his darling’s arm and drag her back to the palace. If she struggled, he just had to dig his nails into her flesh and threaten her baby, and she quieted rather quickly. The entire carpet ride, she would be pinned to his lap, his wand pointed at her stomach. No matter how much she shivered and cried, pleading for him to spare their child, he didn’t budge. Normally he enjoyed it when she escaped - he got to punish her, but this, this was different. She was pregnant, of all things. With his child.
- When they finally get back, Judar will have no tolerance for anyone, pushing aside servants and even Kougyoku if she tried to ask what was wrong. As much as he hated Al-thamen anywhere near her, they were the only one’s whose magic could figure out the truth.
- When the results come out that Judar is indeed the father, he’ll have no idea how to react. He didn’t want a child, never wanted one. They were annoying, messy, and they would require his darling to pay attention to them instead of him.
- He immediately starts researching magic for abortion. If he can go through with it or not entirely depends on how good his sweetheart is. If she can make an earnest enough plea to melt the ice around his heart, that this was his child, that he couldn’t just kill it, then maybe… it could be born. But if not, Judar would kill the baby in the womb without mercy. After all, if it’s not born… he’s technically not murdering his child, right?
Hakuryuu:
- Once finding out that she was pregnant, he’d stand there, mouth agape, before narrowing his eyes and glaring. He wouldn’t raise a hand against her, not yet, but Hakuryuu is unable to keep his voice level enough and ends up shouting at her. Whose child is this!? When did this happen!?
- When she softly utters that it’s his, Hakuryuu would definitely be caught off guard. His? His baby? She was going to have his baby? As he processed the information, warmth suddenly enveloped his chest.
- He slowly raised a hand out to touch her stomach, ignoring the way she flinched and reached out to stop him. He’d reach out another hand to gently caress her cheek, wiping away the tears that wet her cheeks. He was still mad, and he told her as much, but… he was so happy at the same time. He wouldn’t be able to bring himself to hurt her, not after hearing those wondrous news.
- He would still be gentle with her though, taking her to the carriage and setting off back for the palace. However, once she was safely chained to her chair, he would begin to scold her. How dare she run from him while carrying his child! Hakuryuu knows how dangerous the world is, how his precious little darling could be hurt at a moments notice. How beautiful she was, that anyone would want to ruin her. Why would she take that risk?
- Hakuryuu would be in complete denial that he was the reason behind her running away. And when they arrived back at the palace, he’d drag her back to their shared room, and chain her up on their bed, admiring how beautiful she was, with her baby bump just beginning to show through. He’ll make certain that the chains are loose and that she’s comfortable, and will quickly get a glass of water if she looks parched. He might even put a few books beside her, though he gave her shorter then normal ones out of spite for her running.
- He’d get pregnancy books of all and any kind, researching any information he could get. He’s decided he’s not going to punish his darling, not just yet - not until their baby is weened off milk and doesn’t need her tending to it every hour of every day. Even then, Hakuryuu probably won’t have the heart to punish his darling by that point. All the while, he’s got his precious s/o chained up, and her chance at freedom grows ever smaller, because she knows all to well this won’t be the only child they’ll have…
Kouha:
- Once he finds out she’s pregnant, he has half a mind to chop her to pieces right there. Not only did she run away from him and reject his love, but she’s going to have a baby too! The very audacity already has his fingers curling around her neck, not even caring for any excuses she has to spare. Until she sputters out the one excuse that causes him to freeze and stare at her like she’s got two heads.
- Kouha stares for a moment, not sure of what to do, before giving her a great big smile and letting her go. As his darling kneels to the floor and wheezes for breath, that dark grin never once leaves his face. Oh, he’s still angry, no doubt, but what she just told him helped him make up for it and more. It’s his child. Now, all that’s on his mind is getting her back. His brain processed the information quickly, and his mind was already racing with ideas. Before she can even process it, her arms will be bound by golden chains, and she’s already being dragged away.
- His grip on her arm is tight as he drags her to the carriage, his three loyal attendants in close toe, making certain not even a pebble could cause his darling to trip. When the get back to the carriage, Kouha is all smiles, keeping her on his lap and cuddling, softly caressing her stomach. Ignoring that way his sweetheart flinched and leaned away from his every touch. It’s not as though he could ever hurt her - not now, after finding out she was with his baby. Afterwards, is certainly a different story, however…
- When they return to the palace, Kouha is excitedly dragging her around, practically screeching it to everyone in earshot. In fact, Koumei’s positive he went deaf. Even the members of Al-Thamen were groaning and shaking their heads at the princes antics. Despite that, Kougyoku expressed joy at the news, both happy his s/o is back, and for their child. Though she can’t help but question the fear in his darling’s eyes… and why she even ran away in the first place.
- His darling will quickly be chained to the extravagant bed they shared, surrounded by the softest pillows and blankets imaginable, so quickly it will make her head spin. Of course, Kouha will assure her she will be punished in due time - but only once the baby is born. He couldn’t help but to bite his lip and shiver at the despairing look she gave him.
- Kouha too, will overload on pregnancy books. However, he’ll sit down with his darling and read out loud with her, practicing for when the baby is born. Kouha will put some limits on spoiling her, of course - she did run away, and waiting possibly more then nine months to punish her will drive him mad. He will allow her on walks occasionally, but only to the balcony and back. She has no say in what she eats or wears, and Kouha won’t give into her pregnancy cravings either - only if it’s good for the baby will there be an exception. Then again, isn’t this how he always treated her? He’s just stricter now. Plus, after the pregnancy is when things start getting intense…
— Nymphadora Valomont, alias “Jezebel” came from a royal family, she is apart of the “Eriaba” clan(inspired by Ethiopian culture). Nymphadora committed an act of vigilantism treason, an act of political justice. Considering her own crime she fled, she was then saved my Judar this led her to vow him her life of servitude. She became an apothecary and poison taste tester for the Kou empire. Yet, “Jezebel” leads a double life outside of the Kou, she’s a national slave liberator, a martyr for those in the slums and people who live in poverty. All to fulfill her God ancestor’s purpose and legacy.
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Backstory:
History of her past. Nymphadora Valmont came from a prestigious, noble family, she herself is a princess. A runaway royal currently. She is the direct descendent of “Nafitiomo”, a divine entity who was and is known as the king of nature, a god of the living on land all around the world, basically father nature itself. Nafitiomo was cursed to become an island for years due to sacrificing himself to save territory from Al-Tharmen, and the Catholic Church sympathizers, basically colonizers trying to intrude on Eriaban. A place that he himself was a founder of. Being burdened alive, he himself became an island. Centuries later, a woman, who goes by Queen Soloege, queen of the Eriaba clan and Eriaban as a whole, gave birth to three beautiful daughters. The daughters names where, Monoka, Nymphadora, Mira. They were all considered beautiful, with mocha skin, vibrant eyes, clear and smooth skin and divine facial structure, they were blessed rose buds. Each sister were the primary of personality in man. Practical, sensible, and sensitive. Queen Solege ended up dead due to being poisoned. So, King Kentio Valmont, married his dead wife’s sister, lady Sahiba. Lady Sahiba was wicked, vile and prune contrast to her younger sister Solege. Sahiba was cruel and heartless towards Nymphadora, the parallel of her sister Solege. She favored Monoka more then other two sisters, regardless, she did nitpick every little thing Nymphadora did, but of course of Nymphadora showed grace and did her best to turn away from wrath and ignore falling into dark places with that retched woman. When “Queen” Sahiba saw Nymphadora eyes, she was filled with disbelief then resentment, those eyes were more than abnormal, they were distended for something far worse. Nymphadora’s eyes, were seen as an abomination. Hence later on, Nymphadora closes her eyes and studies Echolocation and precipitation, but it gave her the appearance of a blind woman. Sahiba made the claim that Nymphadora will never get married, Nymphadora who was beginning to distrust and not believe in real love existing(all due to Kentio marrying Saihba so quickly), Nymphadora said she was right, she will never get married and rejects the concept of getting married herself. In a place based off status and power, that made Nymphadora more of an outsider in her own family. The closest to love she has felt was sisterly and family love. She is closest to her younger sister Mira.
Monoka was the eldest, she was prosed to getting married from Prince Sodom, a man from the Salima Clan. Prince Sodom had other vices and plans, sadly, he later assaulted Mira, forcing her to lie with him, defiling her honor and body by his own terms. Mira cried out to Nymphadora about the matter, Nymphadora was enraged. Being the sensible sister, Nymphadora immediately told Monoka about the disgusting matter. Monoka rejected the matter, saying that Mira was only acting like a spoiled little child, lying due to not having any plausible suitors and that she herself was making up stories. Ignoring the tyrant behavior previously from the prince. This made Nymphadora angry, she grew to have hatred towards her older sister. Thus, later that night, Nymphadora took it upon herself to seduce the prince and feign to have interest in his endeavors, they talked, they had wine, he then put fast asleep, he was drugged. Nymphadora chopped both of his hands off. Once she realized she can never go back from this, she fled the village and became a fugitive. She was stopped by some bandits, they were cornering her planing to make her into a “Yäfién gäräd”. As she cried out for help, feeling helpless— she couldn’t use her powers because that would mean people will know where she was. Suddenly, a fallen magi saved her. Killing the random men with large icicles, stabbing them. At first she was afraid then seeing this mysterious man, she vowed to serve under him, that she will do right by him. When the man asked her for her name, she realized that she needed to start her life over, so, she called herself “Jezebel”. Nymphadora, now Jezebel coaxed a story saying that she was actually a runaway orphan, but she was skilled in medicine and poisons, she said she had nowhere to go, claiming the orphanage she was apart of abused her, treated her horribly. “Please, I’ll give my life to you. I’ll be your personal servant, I’ll do right onto!”. The magi thought it over, and decided, “eh, why the hell not”.
Physical Appearance:
Attractive young woman. She possesses natural grace in her physical appearance. She has mocha skin, plush pink tinted lips and long waterfall curly black hair(deep dark green when animated in the series) that reaches to her hips. Owns a lean pear shaped stature. She mainly wears loose clothes, believing in self respect in modesty. She has a permanent scar-tattoo on her hand, it’s a magical nature celestial crest but she lies and says it’s henna, she does have a secret spinal white tattoo on her back she was born with, the tattoo has spirals, flowers and feather like details. She has long eyelashes and wears a faux gentle expression. Her voice is described to sound like tuning lake water and wind blowing. blind because her eyes are always shut.
Under servitude: Despite the controversy, she wears a large black hanfu, despite it being known as disrespectful in culture, she only wears it to symbolize being a shadow under Judar(which she had to explain to other nobles, which secretly annoyed her). She wears small Axum Drop real gold earrings, the earrings have a Basra pearl in the center piece. She also carries the spear as a staff for walking, since she relies on sounds, vibrations, hearing, touch , smell to navigate. In the belt of her bland hanfu she carries a metal spear, on that has delicate nature, dainty carvings on the handle, the tip of it , the metal/silver blade of it has a thought out twist and curvature, many spirals and artistic beauty and expression. The staff/spear she carries is handmade by herself. Oh, she smells like aphrodisiac oils/perfumes mainly vanilla. She is very hygienic.
Outside Servitude: She does comfy clothes, a lot of shawls, veils and cloaks. Sometimes wears gold jewelry and brooches with these different attires. Her clothing style is based off of Ethiopian styled culture. She is seen wearing these clothes when she is in her secret house of Sindria. Sometimes she wears expensive silks and laces she bought with her earnings from being a national healer and apothecary.
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Nymphadora’s Personality/Character:
Nymphadora, fake name Jezebel is seen as well mannered and rather demure. Often caring more grace than the actual average servant and royal. Valmont creates an atmosphere and idea to others that she herself is naturally giving, graceful and poised. Appearing to have a good heart and be easily forgiving, especially to those who trespass against her. She also takes pride in cleanliness and purity of her own body, she is seen as generous, how can she not be with all the good deeds she has done?
Nymph is actually really cynical and she is very two faced, but not in a villainess manner archetype. While she may smile in people’s faces, she secretly judges their character based off their words and history, not to mention mannerisms. Despite her being maternal and calm, she herself has her limits. She can often herself be passive aggressive, but it’s very hard to tell, unless she wants you to know.
Valmont is easily disgusted with a darkness that storms in her from time to time. She wishes to be pure and doesn’t like the idea of people fearing her, considering her God-Ancestor Nafitiomo was about peace and justice, she looks down at herself in times where she catches herself feeling a hint of malice. Genuinely, she is kind and overall a good person. She wants to be lawful good , but she leans into chaotic good and often hides behind being self righteous by her actions, yet she doesn’t these to ignore her own problems that lies in her heart. When she is around people she generally can see herself being normal with— she is humorous, childish in her own way.
She does hold good morals. Valmont gets easily disgusted those who lie to her face, and those who fake interest for their own gain. Sure, she fakes interest but she doesn’t do it for her own benefit, she mainly does it to not hurt the persons feelings— but never to get something out of them for her own selfish desires. Unmoved by lust, she won’t betray someone if something doesn’t go her way, or if she doesn’t have any resources. She uplifts and helps her companions and acquaintances resolve their problems and reach their goals, but only if she deems them as trustworthy. She is self sufficient yet self sacrificing, she rather suffer in silence unless she can fully trust herself with someone. She is concerned less caring of her own life. Yet she has strong dignity and self respect.
