I finished the truth ambition
"I will have no name." The first and only act you will take as regent will be to cast open the doors to your realm.
Ascending the tower and gazing upon the ruins of the kingdom, upon the poisoned corpse of the sun. Once, long ago, Captain Min dared to stand in the audience of the Azure, dared to challenge his opinion on the uselessness of mortals. He laughed them off, humoring them enough to let them escape with their life, never imagining this prideful little poet could ever pose more of a threat than a fly. They swore in that moment to overthrow the lord of the dead, and now. Now, here we are. The Captain, known for being stoic and unflappable, standing before the liberation with a wild smile on their face, hair ringed with cobwebs, a peal of laughter filling the empty corner of space. Crossing the bridge and mounting the throne. Their throne. Declaring an end to the law. They will be no regent, and they will have no royal name, just like their closest ally, the Halved.
(I gotta write a full fic for this) (And also Cap is tiny, like we're talking barely past 5 foot, so the mental image of them on this ginormous throne has me laughing through my shock)
What better gift for your partner obsessed with immortality than to tear down the laws of death? yaay :) I'm coping. Huh weird dream you had there Cap, now come back to bed with your giant monster spouse and babies
Well the sky is full of spiders now. You're welcome, or sorry, or whatever
OH HEY AND CAN WE TALK ABOUT THIS? "An article about recurring Albion-wide blackouts following the Great Malfunction. ... An account of the arrival of the wintery ambassadors of a distant white star, seeking an accord with London." WAS I NOT JUST TALKING ABOUT THE CLOCKWORK SUN AND THE WHITE TODAY. YOU GET BACK HERE, NEWSPAPER. I NEED TO CHEW ON YOU
That was so good holy shit aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa