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hel-phoenyx · 29 days

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Ether is @noa-de-cajou 's character, Xingtzao the Almighty GF's and Agathe is @thal-ent 's

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Morning coffee in the kitchens of the Shabbatai Empire, let's be honest, nothing compares to that. And by morning I mean "before dawn". Full moon woke me up and now that it's over I am tired and cranky and craving a big old steak.

But Xingtzao said no steak on mornings so I had to settle with coffee. At least I can digest it, that could be worse. I wonder if Allegra can drink that safely. I should ask her.

Let's not derail. So, I am in the kitchens of the Empire, before everyone will come storming in and probably screams because I look like a bear out of hibernation, and am probably as grumpy. I don't have time to stay there, not as much as I would want to, but it's fine. When the first people start coming in, I'll just change resting places and go sleep in what was the harem before.

But first, coffee. Aaaaaah, it feels good to drink something hot.

Movement catches my eye when I put my empty cup down. I jump on my feet, expecting one of the chiefs ready to kick me out, but instead of a cook, I find myself in the presence of an elf-lady, dark-skinned with purple hair, looking as surprised to see me here as I am.

I lift an eyebrow. What is the empress consort doing here that early in the morning?

"Something the matter, Ether?"

She blinks. Before, probably, winking. We can't tell with that eyepatch, not really, but there is some subtle change of her expression when she does one, or the other.

And currently, the smile I'm seeing is probably a proof she's not just blinking.

"You know, Lycarn, she says with that smile, you have a very pretty butt. It is too bad you have to sit on it, want to sit on me instead?~"

Oh no, not again.

She is in one of those moments where she doesn't make sense. That's unnerving, I'm not gonna lie. What does she want with my butt? And why sitting on her? I'm probably at least twenty kilograms heavier than her, this will be deadly...

Rolling my eyes, I put my cup back and sighs, not even looking in her general direction.

"I kinda have to sit if I want to rest, Ether. And no, I won't.... Sit on you. That would crush you, and I don't want to hurt you."

As infuriating as she is especially in those moments, I guess seeing her in pain creates that ache in my heart. It's even worse since Savannah's death. I suppose it's because I want to protect the girl she went to Niwloedd with.

Ether blinks, this time, but I don't give her the opportunity to answer. The first cooks enter the kitchen and I sprint out, clearly not in the mood for unwanted social interaction.

***

I'm tanning under the sun of the imperial gardens, or trying, at the very least. The combo of my moon-cursed nature, my fair skin and my powers makes it difficult not to get sunburnt. But feeling the sun on my skin is soothing, especially after a full moon.

The maid brought me a tea. She did not stick around that much, but the tea and the anole time taste wonderfully. Servants seem to avoid me, from the most part. I don't know if it's because of the big bad wolf, the resting bitch face, or the fact that I am clearly from the north, with very Inky facial features.

Hate of Ink Republic is strong here. I wonder how Ether is doing, when they drag Faloi Frosilæn in the mud like they do.

Speaking of the devil, there she is. She also carries a cup of tea, and her clothing is far more revealing than mine. Her skin probably supports sunrays better than mine. Lucky bitch.

I turn away my gaze, because I'm envious, and not because she flaunts her belly and hips, mind you. But she still comes near me and sit down under my tree, with her cup in one hand and a book in the other.

"A sunbath sounds good. Mind if I join you?"

"Oh, not at all. Needed a break from the whole consort thing?"

"You have no idea. Ai... I mean Xingtzao is tired of me, I believe. For her defense, me playing footsies under the table is not the best way to allow her to concentrate."

I roll my eyes when she waggles her eyebrows, hardly keeping my smile in check.

"None of your stinky toes near me, milady, or I'll bite them off pronto."

"I would joke about that but I saw your teeth from up close and I certainly do not want them near my toes. Somewhere else, maybe....~~~~~"

And there she is again. Seriously? Second time this day!

"I'm still infectious, Ether. You do not want to be a werewolf on top of everything."

"That wasn't what I meant-"

"What then? Don't tell me having the equivalent of a second period is attractive, because I won't believe you."

I said that under the tone of a joke, but I've never been more serious. I'm used to my curse, I lived with it for almost forty years now, but I don't want anyone suffering under it.

That curse killed Mythras searching for a remedy. Twice. No one should ever undergo that.

Ether sighs. But, and I'm thanking her for that, she keeps silent. She just opens her book and lean on me to drink her tea.

I let her put her head on my shoulder. Afternoon nap is better shared, after all.

***

"What's with Ether these days?"

Agathe lifts her head, turning in my general direction. It's the time of the week I help her preening her wings, and at the same time, brush her long, jet-black hair; we often use those hours to talk about our life in the castle, as first concubine and, well, partner of the first concubine. Usually it's just anecdotes shared about the other officials, Xingtzao or the diplomats seeking an audience, but today a more urgent subject is haunting my thoughts and it's dark-skinned, pointy-eared and eerily handsome.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, it's been some days since she started saying nonsense. Like she wants me to bite her, or, that my father stole stars, or... I'm not gonna cite all of it, I add while Agathe just bursts out laughing. Funny, huh?"

"Oh, yes, very funny indeed, my love. And she started talking like that since..."

I take a moment to think.

".... Three or four days, I believe? Well, she already didn't make that much sense back on Niwloedd, but it's worse now. What's with her?"

Agathe snickers a little, while guiding my hand on a very unyielding feather on top of her wing.

"Who knows, my moon. Maybe you should ask her directly."

And I fold, because Agathe's feathers are soft and her hand even softer and her voice when she call me by that petname the softest and I forget what we were talking about.

***

A visit of the Immortal King in Shabbatai is not exactly common, rare enough for the whole staff to freak out, but if I'm being honest, I probably saw Baku more than Xingtzao herself even though he had to pretext something official to explain getting out of his cave.

So now we're just sitting around a table, me drinking my coffee and him making the pastries even regret being baked. His sweet tooth seems to be difficult to follow for the cooks. That's probably why the cake on the table is a classic Mandate one.

The invasion of the King in the kitchens would not be a bloody one, but it was certainly noteworthy. It took every last drop of Agathe's persuasion power to make the cooks let him bake.

I don't mind at all. I missed his pastries.

"Settling well in Shabbatai, I see, he says with a smile when a maid braver than the others waves in our direction. That's good."

"Yeah, it's not my usual environment, but I'm doing well. I wouldn't go anywhere else anyway. Agathe is there and I don't intend to live without her, and she won't leave without Ether and Xingtzao."

"How is Ether, by the way? I haven't see her since the wedding. Lamia sends her regards."

"She's still alive?"

"Black magic does wonders. She does look significantly older now, but that never stopped her from living. I think handing the crown to Daiyei helped her organism recover."

He sighs.

"I wish Lina was awarded the same luxury. But well, no need to dwell on that. Nothing happened between you and Xingtzao since my last visit?"

I shrug, taking another pastry from the plate.

"No, and it's not like I'm pursuing her. She already has her hands full with Ether, I don't want to add to the mess. Plus, I don't know how to flirt with ladies. I already don't know how I got Agathe."

A smile grew on his lips, a little teasing.

"Oh, I have my ideas. Speaking of, isn't that her with Ether coming our way?"

I turn around in the direction he points, and sure enough, there is Agathe, strolling hand in hand with Ether in the garden. They seem to have noticed us, since Agathe points towards Baku with uncertainty while Ether reassures us.

Black mages auras, I guess. Agathe told me mine is contrebalanced with pure white, more and more prominent the less I use my powers, but Baku has his constantly activated, not that he wants to. So the aura must reflect that.

Nonetheless, the two women still approach us, and Agathe salutes Baku with a polite reverence while Ether waves toward us.

"Lycarn, sir, I wasn't expecting to find you here!"

"We're just sunbathing. Is Xingtzao seeking me? Or you want to join us, perhaps?"

"Don't worry! I already just met the sun, says Ether while winking in my direction. My day is lighted enough as it is!"

Again?! And in front of my mentor of all people, are you fucking serious, girl?? Worst is both Agathe and Baku started snickering and this is just driving me crazy.

With the coldest stare I can get, I turn towards Ether and cross my arms in front of my chest, trying not to let the sudden bloodlust show because this one is werewolf-induced.

I mean, no other reason for me to want to claw at her skin and hear her whimper in pleas- pain under my tongue, right?

"Ether, I am a godsdamn moon mage, I cannot shine upon you with sun powers! Please refrain from saying nonsense when we are in public!"

Baku's eyes widen. Probably because he's afraid I'm gonna lash out. No time for him to interject, though, because Agathe, probably animated by the same thoughts, just takes Ether hand and starts sprinting towards the place. Ether has to stop her wing from getting caught in the door, but aside from that, they're quickly out of my sight, finally allowing me to relax.

I let out an exasperated sigh in front of Baku's doubtful expression.

"Seriously! I tolerated that when we were alone, but in public is too much!"

Baku bites the inside of his cheek.

"....... That's not the first time?"

"Not at all, I grunted. She's like this since weeks. I enjoy her company, don't get me wrong, and otherwise she is really pleasurable to be around, but that I really don't get. Why must she always spout nonsense??"

"............. Girl."

"What?"

Baku puts his head in one of his hands, leaving me dumbfounded and unable to understand.

"You really were not exaggerating, you don't know how to flirt with ladies."

***

I'm sat on one of the softest pillows of the most comfortable room of the harem, probably the best place I could find to nap, but no way for me to stop feeling restless.

This is starting to get really, really fucking annoying. First Agathe, then Baku, and now Xingtzao coming in to tell me to pay more attention to Ether's behaviour, and for what?! So I can continue to not understand how the fuck she's acting?

This is unnerving. And not because the more time passes and the more I feel stupid. Like there is a social clue I didn't get. But what moondamned social clue brings that kind of behavior-

Luckily, I'm not entirely alone in the room. A cat is sleeping at my feet, beautiful, black with white spots. Cats were the only creatures not afraid of me, I never quite knew why. Baku says it's because Moon is a cat and they probably wanted to soothe the curse or something. I don't know.

My hand goes through the fur of the kitty, and he starts purring, showing me his belly. That calms me down a little.

"You're a lucky bastard, you know that, I say to the little feline still purring. You don't have things to understand in this palace."

The cat tilts his head toward me, eyes still closed. I take it as an invitation to continue talking.

"I mean, not understanding is a thing, but when everyone acts like I should get it... It's alienating. I'm starting to get angry at Ether for no reason. I don't want to, you know."

Silence, only broke by the cat's tiny meow. I sigh.

"She's really pretty and all, and... Kind-hearted, too. Like a doctor is. I don't mind the nonsense, really, I can bear being annoyed. But these days I'm not annoyed, I'm angry. And it hurts. Because she kinda stopped, and.... I don't want her to stop?"

A tail around my wrist guides my hands further on the cat's belly. I laugh a little.

"You sure know how to express what you want, little buddy. I wish it was that easy."

The cat paws me. I laugh some more.

"Yeah, yeah, I get it, less talking, more petting. Jeez, you cats really are pushy creatures."

I start petting again, and the cat purr some more. His fur is so soft under my fingers, like Agathe's feathers. Or her skin. I wonder if Ether's would be soft too. For now, I only felt her hair against my cheek, and a glimpse of her when she brushes past me to meet Xingtzao. This is not enough to know.

My free hand linger on my hips, where only the light fabric on my dress rest. Usually, when I do that, I picture Agathe's hands in it's place, or Xingtzao's. Strangely, today, my mind doesn't picture a dark, adorned with deep blue nails hand, or the one, fairer, of my empress. No, the tone I picture is warm, and the texture rough as must be fingers that grip a scalpel so long a day.

I stop. Reluctantly, surprisingly, but I don't need more confusion.

"I really don't get what I feel, you know. I never was angry that often, and it's not like back then at the blood moon. It's not a.... Destructive anger. I want to put my hands on her, sure, but I don't want to see any blood or guts or gore, or... I see us fighting, but she's on top of me, even though I'm stronger than her, and I like that. Like when I'm with Agathe, but with Ether's usual provocations and insolence and... And..."

I stop in my tracks. Not because thr words stopped coming, I still have plenty. Rather because in the entrance of the harem is a familiar face, and the red covering her cheeks is severely clashing with the purple of her hair.

My skin suddenly feel way too uncomfortable for me. Without talking about my dress.

".......... Ether?"

She doesn't move a finger, still blushing like a tomato. And the more time passes, the more heat burns under my cheeks.

"You..... You heard that?"

She nods at a supersonic speed, still mute. The cat rolls over, eyes still close, tail wagging as if he was mocking me. But insolent felines are the last of my preoccupations right now.

I clear my throat, trying to take back some sort of composure.

"What.... Are you doing here?"

She steps forward, closing the door behind her. Her cheeks are still red. Moon be damned, I'm so embarrassed. Me and my big mouth...

"I... Well, Agathe told me to seek you, and that you were at the harem. I didn't mean to... You know. Hear that."

"Sorry. I'll keep my thoughts for myself, next time."

"No! This is not what I-"

She takes a big breath, before sitting in front of me, on the same pillow. Her strands of hair are pulled under her fingers like rats' tails. That must hurt. But judging by what I just said, I'd better refrain myself from taking her hair out of her hands.

"I mean. Uh. You can continue to think out loud, I don't want to stop you, and..."

She close her eyes, before letting her hair go and taking my hand in her.

"What I meant to tel' you is, well, that I really, really like you, Lycarn. Like a lot. But I'm not good at expressing it, or saying it clearly, and lately I was under the impression you were uncomfortable with my heavy flirting, and like, I don't want that, so I stopped, but..."

I stopped listening somewhere in the monologue.

Heavy flirting.

So many things made more sense now. Like Agathe telling me to talk to her. Or Baku saying I don't know how to flirt with women. Or Xingtzao's teasing smile.

But most importantly, there is those little words lost somewhere in the flow. Like you. Ether likes me. Ether likes me maybe like she likes Agathe, or Xingtzao, or on her own terms, I don't know. Ether likes me and hearing that makes my heart beat a little faster.

I squeeze her hand, making her shut up.

"Ether."

She blinks.

"Yeah?"

"Can I kiss you?"

For some seconds, damning seconds, she is a bit taken aback. But something seems to light in her eyes after that time, and her insolent smile is back on her lips, with her left hand, the cold one, finding it's way to my cheek.

"Since it's asked so politely, who am I to refuse."

Her head tilts toward me. And when her lips meet mine, when I finally feel the warmth of her body through my dress, I can't help but thinking maybe I was not angry at all.

On the corner of the room, I see the cat hide, giving us some privacy. I don't remember cats being able to have such red eyes.

I stopped thinking seconds after.

#hel is talking #hel ocs #lysara #lysara ibruael #hel stories #hel writing #some lycether fluff for the people uwu #yeah homegal is dense af but she didn't have many lesbians hitting on her before cut her some slack

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opera-ghosts · 3 years

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During the years between the world wars, Elisabeth Rethberg achieved international acclaim for her well-schooled spinto voice, deemed by Arturo Toscanini "the most beautiful in the world." Equal ease in both the German and Italian repertories made her invaluable to many opera houses during this time and her scrupulous musicianship and unfailingly lovely sound brought worshipful audiences to her feet. Despite a certain lack of dramatic impetus, her performances during the prime years ranked with the best.Born Lisbeth Sättler, the soprano studied with Otto Watrin at the Dresden Conservatory and made her professional debut at the Dresden Opera in 1915. The role which introduced her was that of Arsena in Johann Strauss II's Zigeunerbaron. In her years at Dresden (up to 1922), Rethberg undertook a wide range of lyric-dramatic roles covering a spectrum from Susanna in Le nozze di Figaro, the Empress in Richard Strauss' Die Frau ohne Schatten, and Sophie in Der Rosenkavalier to Tosca. While this wide swath of styles and varying weights of roles suggested versatility, it may have meant that the house managers simply did not know quite what to do with their able young soprano. This uncertainty about a fach (vocal category) most suitable for her may have contributed to her early decline.In 1922, she found herself at the Salzburg Festival where she continued her dizzying embrace of roles with widely differing demands. For that first season, she performed both the Countess in Figaro and the much higher-lying Konstanze in Mozart's Die Entführung aus dem Serail (Abduction from the Seraglio). In November 1922, Rethberg made her debut at the Metropolitan Opera in New York where her Aida brought glowing reviews and established her as a Met stalwart for 20 consecutive seasons. In New York, she concentrated on the spinto repertory, the area most congenial to her instrument. Other Italian roles there included Cio-Cio-San, Maddalena in Andrea Chénier, Amelia in Verdi's Simon Boccanegra, Desdemona, Leonora in Il trovatore and even Rautendelein in Respighi's La campana sommersa (The Sunken Bell), a rarity led in 1928 by conductor Tullio Serafin. Her German roles included Agathe in Weber's Der Freischütz, Sieglinde, Elsa, Elisabeth, Eva and an ill-advised Siegfried Brünnhilde late in her career.In San Francisco, Rethberg appeared regularly from 1928 until 1940, her roles there including such relatively non-repertory operas as The Bartered Bride (Marenka) and Halévy's La Juive (Rachel). Rethberg was an occasional visitor to Chicago as well, offering appearances in such roles as Cio-Cio-San, Aida, Elsa, the Trovatore Leonora, and Amelia in Ballo in maschera from 1934 to 1941.Meanwhile, Rethberg's engagements in Europe continued. She was chosen by Richard Strauss for the title role in the Dresden premiere of Die Ägyptische Helena in 1928 and in 1929 she made her debut at La Scala as Aida. In 1929, she sang in La campana sommersa in Rome and in 1930 she undertook the Walküre Brünnhilde (a role certainly too heavy for her) in Paris. Other Italian engagements paralleled her work in America and at Covent Garden where English audiences were delighted by her vocal art, if not her dramatic acuity. An appearance as the Marschallin produced reviews praising her exquisite singing but remarking on her inferiority to Lotte Lehmann as an actress. By the early '40s, Rethberg's voice had declined noticeably, her Figaro Countess making for an unmistakably labored close to her Metropolitan years.

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violettedarval · 5 years

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Dans la fournaise

Seconde lettre de Violette à Louise

La Chapelle-près-Sées, le 27 juin 1927

Louise, ma tendre gousse.

J’ai été transportée de joie en lisant que cette nouvelle petite pensionnaire que tu appelles Ninon, était venue vers toi. Bonne comme tu es, je sais que tu en feras ta petite femme chérie, que tu la protégeras des grandes sottes comme tu le fis avec moi, et qu’en retour elle saura bien te gâter de ses « doigts de fée » ainsi que tu l’écris avec fausse mièvrerie, ma garce.

Comme promis, voici enfin des nouvelles de mon arrivée chez les Darval. Je dois t’avouer que rapidement, toutes mes appréhensions m’ont abandonnée. Madame Darval m’a accueillie avec une émotion bien visible, et comme elle gardait longtemps mes mains dans les siennes, j’ai ressenti qu’elle s’interdisait un transport plus chaleureux. J’étais moi-même bien émue, et je n’en pouvais plus de contenir mes larmes. Depuis que les Darval m'ont fait part de leur souhait de faire de moi leur fille, tout dans cette histoire me semblait appartenir à une autre que moi, n'être qu'une fantaisie. Ce n'est qu'une fois descendue de l'omnibus, quand je m'engageai dans la cour et la vis enfin, souriante, devant le perron, que je compris que j'étais bel et bien arrivée aux Tertres. Que j'étais arrivée chez moi ! Elle m'avait fait préparer un en-cas gargantuesque et je dus lui jurer que j’allais éclater pour qu'elle m'autorise enfin à poser ma fourchette et me laisse aux bons soins des jumelles, Agathe et Agnès. Elles m'invitèrent en riant à découvrir la maison. Il semble qu'elles étaient, elles aussi impatientes de mon arrivée. On jurerait deux sages poupées de porcelaine, mais dès qu'elles s'animent, elles ne sont que courses, rires, gestes impatients et petits cris d'excitation. Oh comme elles te feraient tourner la tête, ma vrille !

La maison est spacieuse mais sobre, et les pièces du rez-de-jardin, grand ouvertes sur le dehors, ajoutent à l'impression de liberté qui règne ici. Les murs sont couverts de livres, et décorés sans ostentation, d'aquarelles signées de madame Darval ou des jumelles. La sobriété de la maison évoque plus un lieu d'études qu'une demeure bourgeoise. Les chambres sont à l'étage, et mes nouvelles sœurs m’ont conduite avec empressement à la mienne. Elle est spacieuse, confortable et ses hautes fenêtres donnent sur le parc qui s’étend jusqu’à la rivière.

J'ai rencontré Étienne, l'aîné. Plutôt grand, élancé mais bien fait, il a de grands yeux clairs et son regard semble toujours tourné en lui-même, comme flottant dans quelque rêve. Il ne m’a saluée que poliment mais j’entends qu’un garçon de cet âge ne se soucie guère d’un tendron comme moi. Pour ce qui est de monsieur Paul, je ne ferai pas sa connaissance avant le mois de juillet, que ses affaires retiennent sur Paris. J'écris « Madame » et « Monsieur » mais il faut que je me discipline bien vite à les appeler « Père » et « Mère » sans quoi je leur causerai de la peine.

La vie ici est loin des mœurs bourgeoises comme je pouvais les concevoir. La petite bonne Lorette, son mari Émile — l'homme à tout faire du domaine — mais aussi les fermiers voisins et les gens du bourg s’adressent tous à Mère et aux jumelles avec liberté, sans leur donner du « Madame » ou du « Mademoiselle », simplement par leurs prénoms, et elle les traite avec amitié. Pour ce qui est de l’emploi de nos journées, il suit ce que Mère nomme le rythme d'été. Elle consacre sa matinée à nos leçons de chant, de piano, de peinture ou de broderie, ou à l'étude d'un sujet dont nous faisons la demande. Agathe et Agnès ne se quittent pas et agissent comme une seule âme, jouant à quatre mains ou peignant la même toile. Elles excellent en peinture, mais ne sont pas en reste pour ce qui est du chant et du piano, et Agnès a un vrai talent pour le violon.

Nous prenons tous part aux tâches domestiques et devons travailler au moins trois demi-journées par semaine aux champs. Il en ira de même toute l'année. Cela fait partie, pour mère, de notre éducation. Si les travaux sont durs, j'avoue qu'ils me vivifient et que je n'en apprécie que mieux les moments d'oisiveté. Les autres après-midi sont libres et nous prenons le dîner vers sept heures. S’ensuit une bonne heure de lecture faite par l’un d’entre nous d’un ouvrage de son choix. Je dis l’un car les gens de maison et de jeunes gens des environs participent à ce moment. Paysans et domestiques semblent bien instruits et parlent tous un français soutenu. Aucune censure ici. Les ouvrages les plus libertins ont leur place, et j'avoue qu'il n'est pas rare que les jumelles et moi étouffions de petits rires dont mère attend patiemment la fin avant de demander au lecteur de reprendre. J'emporte toujours un livre que je dévore en une nuit ou deux. Enfin à moi Wilde, Leroux, London, Artaud et Gide ! Quant à Etienne, qui passe de longs temps près des chevaux, dont il a la charge et qui sont sa passion, nous ne le voyons qu’aux repas et aux lectures. Mais j'aurai le plaisir de l'avoir pour moi chaque dimanche matin, car il sera mon professeur d'équitation. Voilà semble-t-il, la vie en été aux Tertres : active mais au fond très douce, studieuse mais bien libre !

Mais toute cette liberté et ces nouveaux visages, ces corps, me portent sur les sens. Dès le matin je pars dans des rêves de chair, de douceurs et de caresses. Et si je vois onduler les reins de Lorette qui s'affaire à l'office, si j'aperçois la courbe rose et ronde d'un sein de maman Marthe, ou si j'aperçois les jumelles en train de se blottir l'une contre l'autre quand une brise vient surprendre leur sieste sous le saule, je ne peux plus en détacher l'image de ma pensée. Le plus dévorant de tous les feux est celui que je ressens auprès des garçons et des hommes. Les muscles roulant sous la peau d'Antoine, un garçon de ferme encore jeunot dont le regard me fait fondre, les grandes mains et la voix à la fois douce et basse d’Étienne, ou la stature imposante et les muscles ronds des bras d’Émile, me plongent dans des songes qui prennent le dessus sur la réalité quand je me figure prise par l'un d'eux, dans des fantaisies où celui que le hasard aura élu finit par s'emparer de ma rosette.

Dans la fournaise de certains après-midi, quand l'incendie est trop ardent, profitant de ce que mon ablette est bien enroulée dans le fond de ma culotte, je m'assois sur un banc à l'écart, ou mieux sur la balancelle, et confie aux mouvements de mon bassin et à la pression de mes cuisses le soin de la branler. L'expression de mon plaisir se résume alors à quelques hoquets, quelques soupirs retenus en gorge, et la joie de sentir enfin s'épancher ma sève en de longs jets qui souillent mes dessous et mon intimité, jusque dans le sillon de mes fesses.

Au moins, les heures d'études, et de travaux aux champs me détournent-elles de toutes ces envies. Mais est-il normal d'être à ce point dévorée de désir ? Et quelles en sont les issues ? Car, si grâce aux bons soins de ton cœur et de ton corps, je n'ai plus de peine à aimer celle que je suis, en revanche je ne sais toujours pas comment avouer ma différence aux autres. Et quand bien même je saurais comment le faire, dois-je me précipiter sur le premier venu pour éteindre l'incendie qui me ronge ? Je souhaite que le garçon qui brisera ma tirelire ait certaines qualités. Un drôle qui te ressemblerait un peu, ma tribade d'amour, coquin et hardi comme un diable, doux et câlin comme un ange, franc et gentleman comme Arsène Lupin. Suis-je trop exigeante, ma petite gougnotte ? Tu me le diras.

Je pense tous les soirs bien à toi et te serre très fort, ma Louisette, ma tendresse. Parfois, au milieu de toute cette nouveauté, ta douceur et le nid rassurant de nos draps manquent à mon cœur comme tes mains et ta bouche manquent à mon sucre d’orge, ainsi que tu l’appelais tendrement avant de bien me le sucer, gloutonne ! Quand j'y repense, cette période de ma vie était bien sereine. Et malgré les arôme enivrants de ces chairs, malgré le parfum de cette liberté toute nouvelle, ce sont les effluves de ta petite figue que j'ai en mémoire quand, le soir, je me fais des gentillesses qui me réjouissent et parfois, t’invitent jusque dans mes rêves. Dis-moi vite ce qu'il advient de toi et de ta nouvelle tribade !

Ta tendre fourreuse,

Violette

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acerousacoria · 7 years

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(( Note to self of words to use in new trolltags (from here); incomplete and very long because there’s a lot of words and Ctrl+F didn’t really help so I’m going through them all one by one

Mirrak:

A - abditive (hidden/secret), abnegate (to renounce/repudiate), absinthial (bitter), acerous/akeratophorous (without horns), achroous (colorless), acoria (great hunger), aesopian (comprehensible only by members of a movement), aeviternal/aeviternity (endless/eternal existence), affrayer (attacker), affreux (scary), ageusia (inability to taste), agersia (unaging), agonistic (aggressive), allotriophagy (craving strange foods), anabiosis (return to life), anchorite, antiblastic (providing immunity), apterygial (finless), arrhizal (lacking roots), arrosive (gnawing), autarkic (independent)

B - bagarre (brawl), barratry (inciting violence), billingsgate (coarse language), brach/brachet (female hound / brat), brachycerous (w/ clipped horns), brachyology/breviloquence (abbreviated speech)

C - cachaemic (has poisoned blood), calver (to eat live fish), calvous (bald), canophilia (love of dogs), capistrate (hooded), carnassial / creatophagous / creophagous (flesh-eating), catarolysis (cursing to let off steam), cataplexy (feigning death), chlamydate/cucullate (hooded), cittosis (desire for strange foods). contumacious (stubborn/anti-authority), cryptadia (hidden things), cynegetic (hunting-related)

D - dacnomania (obsession with killing), dapifer (one who brings meat to the table), decalvant/depilatory (removing hair), dentigerous (bearing teeth), depascent (eating), diprionidian (serrated), diutiurnal (long-lasting), dolioform (barrel shaped), donnybrook (brawl)

E - ecdemomania (compulsive wandering), eclipsis (omission of words in speech), edacious (voracious), embonpoint (plump), epilate (to remove hair), esculent (edible), esurient (hungry)

F -

G - gauntlet, gestatorial (pertaining to carrying), gnathal (pertaining to the jaws), gomphosis (excessive tooth growth), grobianism (boorishness)

T - tachygraphy (shorthand), talionic (retributive), temporicide (killing time), thyestean (cannibalistic), titanism (defiance of social norms), toxicophagous (eating poison), trachyphonia (roughness of voice), tramontane (uncivilized), tranation (swimming across)

Kynara:

A - abirritate (to habituate), aboideau (tide gate), abyssopelagic (ocean depths), acersecomic (someone who’s never had a haircut), agathism (belief that things proceed towards an ultimate good), alamode/ardass (silk), alembicated (over-refined), amaranth (unfading flower), apotropaic (designed to turn away evil), aulic (courtly),

B - bahadur (self-important official), baisemain (kiss on hand), baldachin (silk and gold fabric), barege/barracan/bombycine (silk), bienséance (proper thing), brilliantine (hair oil)

C - camaca/cendal/charmeuse (silk), caritative (generous), cervicorn (antler-like), cladose (branching), coralliferous (bearing coral)

D - dapatical (costly, sumptuous), dation (act of donating), deipnosophy (learned conversation), demesne (feudal manor), deontic (relating to duty), devoir (duty), didact, dispendious (expensive)

E - eirenarch (keeper of the peace), ennomic (lawful), éolienne (silk)

F -

G - gazar/georgette/grenadine (silk), gracility (slenderness)

T - tabaret (silk), tabinet (silk), taffeta, talar (ankle-length robe), thalassiarchy (sovereignty of the seas), thalassophilous (loves the sea), thesmothete (law-giver), togated, tournure (poise), tulle

Desill:

A - abrosia (fasting), achaenocarp (type of fruit), adelaster (plant with unknown flowers), adscript (bound to the earth), adynamia (helplessness), agrology (study agricultural soil), agrostology (study of grasses), alkanet (red plant-based dye), ambsace (bad luck), amyous (lacking muscle), anguiform/anguine (snake-y), apositia (dislike of food), asitia (lack of appetite), assibilate (speak w/ a hiss)

B - bistre (brown pigment), brunneous (brown), burnet/burrel (brown cloth)

C - carpogenous (fruit eating), castory/castaneous (brown), colubriform / colubrine / crotaline (snakelike)

D - doloriferous (bearing grief/pain), dormition (sleeping/death)

E - egestuous (desperately poor), elapid (cobra-like), emarcid (wilted), epitonic (overstrained)

F -

G - gymnophobia (fear of nudity)

T - tabefaction (wasting away), tabescent (wasting/shriveling), tabific (consumptive), tatterdemalion, taupe (brownish-grey), tenne (orange-brown), thalassophobia (fear of the sea), torpid (lethargic)

Maikol:

A - acanaceous (prickly), actinism (radiation causing chemical change), aeneous (bronze color), agrypnia (insomnia), almagest (astronomy textbook), arreptitious (hurried), astrionics (spaceflight electronics),

C - celidography (marks on a planet/sun), chevelure (comet tail), citigrade (fast), cosmosophy, cosmotellurian (like heaven and earth)

D - diddicoy (tinkerer, scrap-dealer)

G - gerascophobia (fear of growing old)

T - tanquam (person fit for education)

Oci:

A - absquatulate (to flee), acatamathesia (inability to understand), accollé (collared), agacerie (allurement), ahimsa (non-violence), ambulophobia, aneabil (unmarried), anuptaphobia (fear of being single), apodysophilia (feverish desire to undress)

B - basial/basiation (kissing), blarney/blandiloquence/blandish, byssine/byssoid (soft)

C - cabriole (exuberant dance), cadge (to beg), caesious (teal), callipygous (has a nice butt), callisteia (awards for beauty), carcanet (collar), chirapsia (massage), cisvestism (wearing weird clothes), claque (sycophants)

D - deosculate (to kiss), discalced (barefoot), douceur (gentlessness / a bribe), dulciloquent (speaking sweetly)

E - effleurage (stroking), eleemosynary (dependent on charity), emollient (softening), epigamic (attractive), epithymetic (pertaining to desire)

F -

G - galeanthropy (belief that you’re a cat), gawdelpus (helpless person), gremial (intimate; on lap)

T - tentiginous (lust-provoking), thalposis (feeling of warmth), torquated (collared), trangam (showy, worthless thing), twee

Tsorro:

A - accourt (to entertain), accubation (reclining), ackamarackus (nonsense), aestheticism, ailurophilia (love of cats), alcatote (silly elf), amphibology (dual meaning), amphigory (nonsense), apistia (faithlessness), apolaustic (seeking pleasure)

B - bacchanal (reveler), bambosh (deceptive nonsense), bedswerver (unfaithful spouse)

C - cagamosis (unhappy marriage), cardiognost (one who understands the heart), cautelous (cunning), chicanery, chouse (to cheat), clinophilia (love of beds), cocker (to pamper), covinous (fraudulent), cozen (to coax/deceive), cubation/cumbent (reclining), cyrenaic (philosophy of pleasure-seeking)

D - decumbent (lying down), desipient (playing the fool), diablerie (magic, mischief), dittology (double meaning), dizen (to dress gaudily)

G - gleek (a trick), glozing (flattery)

T - tergiversation (lying), tosh, tregetour (trickster), trumpery (trickery), twaddle

Deveri:

A - accessit (second place / honorable mention), agapeistic (loving selflessly), almandine (violet gem), altiloquence (pompous speech), amoret (love sonnet), appui (to support militarily)

B - bavian (unskilled poet)

C - caesura (breathing space in poetry), camaïeu (boring writing), cancellarial, cheville (unnecessary word in poetry), cimier (token of courtly love)

D - digladiate (to sword-fight)

E - encomiast (praiser), epinikion (ode to a winner), epithalamion (wedding song)

T - tabellary (auditor), threnody (dirge)

Cavmar (I guess Cavmar probably wouldn’t change his tag since he’s dead, but ...):

A - aceldama (scene of violence), acinaciform (scrimitar-shaped), acratia (impotence), acyrology (incorrect pronunciation), agrize (to horrify/disfigure), algetic (creating pain), allision (intentional collision of ships)

B - bilge, blague (pretentious nonsense), bodach (churl/goblin), braguette (codpiece), bumptious (conceited)

C - cacoepy/cacology (bad pronunciation), caitiff (cowardly), capreolate (tentacle-like), carrack (galleon), chrematistic (about pursuit of wealth), cnidarian, conferva (algae)

D - dapocaginous (heartless), dispiteous/dolose (malicious), dolorific (causing sorrow), dontopedalogy (foot in mouth)

E - egoism

F -

G - gilderoy (proud person), gulpin (simpleton), gulosity (greed)

T - tanacles (instruments of torture), terrisonant (sounding bad), tumid (bombastic)

That goldblood I kind of want to someday introduce who doesn’t have a name or design (I decided to name her after one of these words so now she’s) Aislin:

A - abacinate (to blind), ablepsia/anopsia (blindness), akinesia (inability to move), algedonics (science of pleasure/pain), analgia (inability to feel pain), antalgic (relieving pain), antephialtic (preventing nightmares), antimnemonic (eliminating memories), aponia (painlessness)

B - bufotenine (hallucinogen)

C - calipace (turtle shell), cecutiency (tendency to blindness), chelonian (turtle-like), chrysopoetics (transmutation into gold), cimelia/cimeliarch (stored treasures), coenaesthesis (sensation)

D - dégagé (untroubled, at rest), demiurge (creative spirit), dreamery (place of dreams)

E - ecmnesia (loss of memory of a specific period), eidetic (vivid mental image), eidolon (apparition), eirenism (peaceful state of mind), emys (freshwater turtle), engram (lasting effect on memory), esemplasy (unifying power of imagination), eupathy (contentment)

T - testudinal (tortoise-like)

Tellin:

A - absolutory (forgiving), aby (to atone), acutiator (sharpens weapons), agathodaimon (good conscience), agnize (to confess)

C - cathexis (investment of emotional energy), chrysology (study of precious metals), cybernate (computer control)

D - doctiloquent (speaking learnedly)

E - elocation (removed from someone’s control), encephaloid (brain-like), ephectic (reserving judgment), exeat (leave of absence), expiate (to make amends), expiscate (to discover by examination), exstrophy (turning an organ inside out)

F -

G - gallionic (uncaring), gradgrind (one who manages with statistics)

T - tatonnement (experimentation), technocracy, tentamen/tentation (experiment)

Niksir:

A - alieniloquy (off-topic speech), armipotent

B - bavardage (prattle), brabble (to quarrel)

C - criant (garish)

D - dicacity (banter)

E - eft (a newt), effutiation (humbug), élan

F -

G - gamin/gaminesque (precocious imp, boyish), gelastic/gelogenic (provoking laughter)

Jocass:

A - accentor (song bird), accoy (to pacify), adjutor (assistant), auceps/austringer (bird tender), avicular (bird-like)

B - boanerges (orator), bulbul (songbird)

C - caduceator (messenger), caliology (study of bird’s nests), columbaceous/columbine (dove-like), conure, culver (dove), cymotrichous (wavy-haired)

E - eirenicon (peaceful message), elchee (ambassador)

G - gregatim (in flocks)

T - tectrix (small feather)

Good-end empress:

A - accismus (false refusal), acierate (to turn into steel), acracy (anarchy), acolouthic (after-sensation), adhocracy (unstructured government), adventitious (accidental), afterclap (unexpected effect), agist (charge with public burden), amaranthine (undying), anatreptic (overcoming), anemocracy (government by whim), anomic/anomie (lacking social norms), antibasilican (anti-monarchic), antonomasia (use of epithet instead of name), aristarchy (government by the best), astringe (binding obligation)

B - barbarocracy (gov’t by barbarians), bestiocracy (rule of beasts)

C - catholicon (cure-all), cementatory (binding), chirocracy (gov’t by force), ciplinarian (anarchist), cleronomy (inheritance), cosmarchy (devil’s rule over the world), curule (high authority)

D - debel/debellate (to conquer in battle), deicide

E - eclat (to make notorious), eleutherian (freedom-giving), émeute (uprising), enantiodromia (replacement by opposite), epinician (celebrating triumph)

F -

G - giganticide, gramercy (expression of gratitude/surprise)

T - tyrannicide

General:

A - abessive (absence/lack), aboulia (indecision), absterge (to clean/purify), acatalepsy (unknowableness), accidie (sloth), acciaccatura (short note before long one), acedia (sloth, listlessness) acescence (souring), acharné (furious/desperate), aculeate (prickly), adespota (anonymous works), adevism (denial of gods), adiaphoron (belief something’s indifferent about), adnomination (punning), adonise (to adorn), adumbrate (to foreshadow), adust (scorched), aeolistic (long-winded), afferent (bearing), agelast (never laughs), agnosy (ignorance), agowilt (fear), aigrette (plume/jewel spray), aischrolatry (worship of filth), aleatoric (depending on chance), alethiology (study of truth), alible (nourishing), aliicide (murder), allemande (courtly dance), almoner (alms-giver/social worker), alterity (being different), altitonant (thundering loudly), amadelphous (outgoing), amerce (to deprive/to punish), amicicide (murder of a friend), anaerectic (destructive), anencephalic (brainless), anfractuous (winding/intricate), anglice (in plain English), animadvert (to criticize), anisothenic (being of unequal strength), annomination (pun), anoesis (not-understood sensation), antiloquy (contradiction), antiperistasis (resistance), antithalian (anti-fun), antipudic (concealing private body parts), appetence (craving), arefy (to wither), aristarch (severe critic), armigerous (entitled to bear arms), armisonant (loud with battle noises), asperse (disparage), aspidate (shield-shaped), assurgent (rising), ataraxia (tranquility), athanasy (deathlessness), athymia (melancholy), atimy (disgrace)

B - badinage (banter), badious (chestnut-colored), barathrum (an abyss / someone insatiable), barnard (decoy), baryphonic (having difficulty speaking), bathysmal (in ocean depths), battue (indiscriminate slaughter), beldam, bellecism (inclination to violence), belliferous (bringing war), bellipotent (militarily powerful), bellwether (leader), benefic (benign), benthic/benthos, berceuse (lullaby), bethel (seamen’s chapel), bewray (to divulge), bindle (blanket roll), bismer (shame), bletherskate (speaker of nonsense), boeotian (stupid), borborology (filthy talk), borné (narrow-minded), bourasque (tempest), boutade (sudden outburst), breedbate (someone seeking argument), breme (fierce), brimborion (nonsense/trash), brobdingnagian (big), bugaboo/bushwa (nonsense), bulimy (great hunger), bullyrag (to badger)

C - cacaesthesia (morbid sensation), cachexic (physically/mentally unhealthy), cacodoxy (wrong opinion), cacoethes (bad habit), cacogen (antisocial person), cacotopia (state of maximum bad), cafard (depression), calefacient (warming), callant (boy), calumniate (to slander), camarilla (king’s associates), camisade (night attack), camorra (traitors), camsteary (unruly), canaille (riffraff), captious (peevish), captation (seeking recognition), carnaptious (bad-tempered), carriwitchet (pun), casuistry (flawed moral reasoning), catachthonian (underground), cauponate (questionable trade), causerie (gossip), celation (concealment), celsitude (loftiness), cerberic (vigilant), charientism (euphemism), chevisance (gain), chrestomathic (useful knowledge), clinamen (prejudice), colluctation (strife), colytic (restraining), comity (civility), commination (threatening), concetto (witticism), concinnity (elegance/harmony), conspurcation (defilement), corybantic (excited/frenzied), cothurnal (tragic), crepehanger (pessimist), crescive (growing), croceate (saffron), cullion (rascal), cunctation (delay), curvet (frisk), cynosure (object of interest)

D - daedal (displaying inventive skill), damoiseau (male version of “damsel”), darraign (to vindicate), debarrass (to disentangle), declassé (below one’s class), decollate (to behead, to disorganize), decuman (large), decurtate (to shorten or abbreviate), dedition (surrender), deflexure (deviation), dégringolade (downfall), dehort (to dissuade), delenda (things to be destroyed), deliration (madness), delirifacient (causing madness), delphically (enigmatically), demersal (living underwater), deodate (gift from god), depaysé (out of one’s element), desiderium (longing), diacope (deep wound/incision), diamanté (glittering), diallelus (circular argument), diogenic (cynical), dirigent (guiding), disembogue (to throw into the sea), disimmure (to liberate), disorbed (deprived of authority), dissentient (dissenter), dithyrambic (passionate, frenzied), dodoism (stupid remark), dominicide (killing one’s master), doomster, donnism (self-importance), doxastic (of opinion), draffish (worthless), ducdame (meaningless refrain), duncical (stupid), dysaesthesia (loss of sensation), dysania (struggling to wake up), dysbulia (loss of wllpower)

E - ebullition (agitation, boiling over), ecbatic (indicates results without intention), egency (need), emberlucock/embrangle (to confuse), emicate (to sparkle), encraty (self-control), endarchy (centralized government), enervate, enosis (union), entelechy (perfect realization of ultimate goal), epicureanism, epideictic (done for show), epigon (successor), epinosic (unhealthy). equiparate (to treat as an equal), eremite (hermit), erethism (irritability), ergasia (workaholism), eristic (pertaining to argument), esclandre (unpleasantness), espiègle (mischievous), essoin (giving an excuse to not appear in court), eucrasy (fitness/physical well-being), eunoia (mental health), eunomia (being well-governed), euphuism (affected writing style), eupraxia (correct/orthodox action), eutrapely (wit/urbanity), exaugurate (to desanctify), excarnate (to remove flesh), exheredate (to disinherit), expatiate (to wander, to write about in detail)

F -

G - galbanum/galimatias (nonsense), galère (group of undesirables, unpleasant situation), gasconade (to boast), gaucherie (awkward remark), gaudiloquent (speaking joyfully), gaumless (stupid), gement (lamenting), genarch (head of family), genetrix (mother/female ancestor), geratology (study of decadence nad decay), gerent (ruler, manager), grandeval (ancient), grinagog (one who constantly grins), gripulous (greedy), grith (sanctuary), grithbreach (breach of the peace), groundling (commoner), growlery (retreat for when angry), guignol (something intended to horrify), gunarchy/gynaecocracy/gynarchy/gynocracy (government by women)

T - tacenda (secrets), tacent (silent), taction (touch), tahr (wild goat), takin (goatlike animal), tallage (feudal tax), tapinosis (degrading speech), taradiddle (nonsense), tarassis (manly hysteria), tardiloquent (speaking slowly), tardigrade (slow-paced), tarpan (small wild horse), tarriance (procrastination), taws (whip), taciturn, teen (grief), tegminal (protecting), telegnosis (clairvoyance), teleonomy (governance by purpose), telos (purpose), temenos (sacred place), temerarious (daring), temperative (calming), temporaneous (short-lived), tenebrose (gloomy), tendentious (meant to advance a cause), tenue (bearing, manner), teramorphous/teratoid (monstruous), teratism (monster), terraqueous (amphibious), thanatoid (deadly), thelematic (of free will, voluntary), thelemic (allowing people to do as they please), theomastix (god-send punishment), thereoid (bestial), thersitical (violent in speech), theriodic (malignant), thiasus (worshippers), thole (to endure), thrasonic (boastful), threnetic/threnodic (mournful), tigerism (swagger), timbrous (sonorous), tiro (novice), tonish (fashionable), toplofty (haughty), topophobia (stage fright), tortious (doing wrong), torvity (grimness), traditive (traditional), traduce (to slander), tralineate (to deviate), transpontine (melodramatic), tristiloquy/tristisonous (mournfu), troglodytic (cave-dwelling), trucidation (slaughter), tufthunter (toady)

#ooc #(( i love words ...#(( it's gonna take me forever to get through the entire alphabet though #(( i've spent like 4 hours on this and i'm only to the CA's #(( this list is kind of weird ... some of the words are truly obscure but then there's ones that i use every day #(( well not /every/ day but quite a bit

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lenniharrisonsims · 1 year

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Usurper's Coronation in Newcrest

Breaking News- in a grand and lavish ceremony held at the Crescent Cathedral in Newcrest, and broadcast across the world for everyone to see, King Victor of Windenburg has crowned himself as head of the New Windenburgian Empire.

Though he had the Archbishop of Newcrest there in attendance in the dais with him, the new Emperor crowned himself with a brand new crown made for this occasion. Of course, not without giving a speech first:

"I stand before you all with great respect for the task fate has seen fit to hand me. The powers that be have deemed me responsible for the lives and welfare of the people of Newcrest, Sulani, Selvadorada, Tartosa, and of course Windenburg, who all save the last have suffered for far too long under ineffective and weak leadership. Who have betrayed your trust by allying themselves with the Simsdom Empire and their lust for greater lands and wealth. I have been called to free you from this tyranny, and usher you into a new age of prosperity and power. We will grow our new empire in strength with a foundation of traditional family beliefs, hard work, and determination. Under my rule, we will abolish the overreaching hand of the Tsarina and spread the truth throughout the world. I was born a Prince, I became a King. But today- I am made your Emperor!"

The speech was met with resounding cheers and applause from the guests in attendance at the church, which was made of primarily Windenburgian nobles and the upper class- people who generally would support a Windenburgian take-over of free and independent nations.

From there, Emperor Victor established his reach into these newly "conquered" lands by installing his family and allies into positions of power within them, abolishing the current monarchies and ancient bloodlines already in place there.

First, he crowned his wife, Queen Agathe, as Empress- bestowing upon her a similar Imperial Crown to his own, but with smaller jewels. Some may recognize the dress the new Empress is wearing for the occasion, because it is a direct replica of the purple dress HIM the Dowager Tsarina Nadia wore for her coronation along with her late husband, Tsar Alexei (seen below)

The next crown the Emperor granted was to his daughter- Crown Princess Martha Lofton-Strauss- and her family.

The Crown Princess was made Queen of Sulani, her husband became Prince Consort Albert, and her son was given the title of Crown Prince Eugene of Sulani. Princess Emma remains Princess Emma, but it's now "of Sulani" instead of "of Windslar."

Next in the ceremony was Emperor Victor's son, Prince Jonas.

Prince Jonas, who was once dating our very own Crown Princess Ophelia, and who's rejected proposal supposedly started this war, broke a lot of hearts in the Empire today. Many had believed the prince had a true and noble character, and were excited for the idea that he may one day marry our Crown Princess. But it turns out he is just as wicked as his father, and readily accepted the crown and title of King of Tartosa.

Beyond the family, the Emperor rewarded his most loyal servants- the son of the Marquess of Lykke, Lucien Castellano, Earl Frankvan.

Lord Frankvan was made King of Selvadorada, his wife made Queen Felicity, and their son made Crown Prince Oskar of Selvadorada. Felicity and Oskar even wore Selvadorada Yellow to remind everyone of their new titles.

However, the last and most shocking news of all comes from the last coronation- the betrayal of King Cesare's own little brother, Stefano Colona.

Stefano Colona was once Prince Stefano of Newcrest, the younger brother of King Cesare, but he abdicated his title in Newcrest when he married Chief Lilah Mahoe of the Sulani Independent Islands, and became Prince Consort there. He then lost that title as well when the Chief divorced him after a cheating scandal and rumors of a "love child" were exposed. The woman he cheated with, and their "love child," were standing up on the dais with him as he was crowned King of Newcrest. His apparent new wife was made Queen Justine, and their son was made Crown Prince Damien Colona. No word on how the King and Queen in exile are taking this news- it truly is the most profound betrayal.

The broadcast ended with a long shot of the New Emperor and Empress overlooking their loyal followers and a message that read: All Hail the New Windenburgian Empire!

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lenniharrisonsims · 1 year

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Engagement Treaty Announced

At the end of the grand, scandalous coronation ceremony the New Emperor Victor held for himself and his family, another announcement was made: The solidifying of this new Empire through an engagement.

The thought that immediately comes to mind for most citizens would be that the likely candidate would be Prince Jonas, who is still as of yet unattached after his break-up with Crown Princess Ophelia. But who could he be getting engaged to?

The shock and terror of the coronation persisted when it was revealed that it was not the adult Prince Jonas who was getting engaged, but instead the children- Princess Emma Lofton-Strauss and the new Crown Prince Damien Colona!

Emperor Victor announced that this engagement was to "solidify the bonds of Friendship and Worldbuilding between the New Windenburgian Empire and the Old Colona Blood of Newcrest into the strongest ties of all- that of Family"

"The marriage will not go ahead, of course, until both parties have reached the age of Majority," the new Emperor continued, "but still, we look forward to the long and prosperous union between our two countries and the hope for the future that it brings."

Needless to say, most people throughout the Simsdom continent, and even within Windenburgian borders have expressed their discomfort (at the least) and disgust and outrage (at the most) that two innocent young children are being forced into an engagement against their wills, when neither is at an age where they could intelligently or clearly express their opinions on the matter.

Their outcries have fallen on deaf ears, because the New Windenburgian Empire has still not yet released a statement in response to the public's reaction, and are not likely to. The new Emperor Victor is not the type to bend to public opinion. All any of us can hope is that this war ends soon, and these two children are released from their agreement and allowed to live a normal childhood.

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lenniharrisonsims · 22 days

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Four Year Anniversary Portraits

Windenburg

Windslar Manor

HM Queen Martha Lofton-Strauss

Full Name: Martha Agatha Lofton-Strauss Title(s): Representative Queen of Sulani on behalf of the New Windenburgian Empire, Heir to the New Windenburgian Empire, Duchess of Windslar Nickname(s): Mimi Birthday: August 3rd Residence(s): Chieftain's Villa (Sulani), Windslar Manor (Windenburg) Previous Names/Titles: Crown Princess of Windenburg Parents: TIM Emperor Victor & Empress Agathe Lofton Spouse: HRH Prince Albert Strauss Children: Crown Prince Eugene Lofton-Strauss, Princess Emma Lofton-Strauss

HRH Prince Albert Strauss, Duke of Windslar

Full Name: Albert Ferdinand Strauss Title(s): Representative Prince Consort of Sulani on behalf of the New Windenburgian Empire, Duke of Windslar Nickname(s): Bertie Birthday: November 24th Residence(s): Chieftain's Villa (Sulani), Windslar Manor (Windenburg) Previous Names/Titles: Mr. Albert Strauss Parents: Baron Ferdinand & Baroness Greta Strauss Spouse: HM Queen Martha Lofton-Strauss Children: Crown Prince Eugene Lofton-Strauss, Princess Emma Lofton-Strauss

HRH Crown Prince Eugene Lofton-Strauss

Full Name: Eugene Albert Lofton-Strauss Title(s): Representative Crown Prince of Sulani on behalf of the New Windenburgian Empire Nickname(s): Gene, Genie Birthday: January 31st Residence(s): Chieftain's Villa (Sulani), Windslar Manor (Windenburg) Previous Names/Titles: N/A Parents: HRH Prince-Consort Albert Strauss & HM Queen Martha Lofton-Strauss Spouse: N/A Children: N/A

HRH Princess Emma Lofton-Strauss

Full Name: Emma Martha Lofton-Strauss Title(s): Princess of Windenburg, Representative Princess of Sulani on behalf of the New Windenburgian Empire Nickname(s): N/A Birthday: January 27th Residence(s): Chieftain's Villa (Sulani), Windslar Manor (Windenburg) Previous Names/Titles: N/A Parents: HRH Prince-Consort Albert Strauss & HM Queen Martha Lofton-Strauss Spouse: N/A Children: N/A

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lenniharrisonsims · 3 years

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King and Queen of Windenburg Celebrate Anniversary

This evening a parade of familiar faces made their way to the historic Von Winden Estate in Windenburg to celebrate King Victor and Queen Agathe's wedding anniversary!

Of course the guests of honour arrived in coordinating outfits, classy and elegant in formal black.

Eldest child of the King and Queen, Crown Princess Martha and her husband Albert, Duke of Windslar, were next to arrive...

...followed by their eldest child, Prince Eugene. Younger sister Princess Emma stayed at home with the nanny- a stuffy formal cocktail party not really the most entertaining thing for a 6 year old! 😂

Despite it being the King and Queen's special night, the guests everyone most wanted to see, was Crown Princess Ophelia and Prince Jonas, and we were not disappointed! HIH looked stunning in a strapless, corset-top, tea-length dress in a deep maroon red, with her long brown locks pinned in an effortless bun. HRH looked no less handsome in his classic black tux, and the couple had everyone watching the arrivals in an uproar. Here in the Empire, we love our Crown Princess, and anyone she decides to be with, but in Windenburg? They're obsessed with #Jophelia! And it showed tonight!

Another arrival that had the crowd going wild was HIM Tsarina Ekaterina and HIH Prince Matthew! The Empress and her husband made the flight to Windenburg to join in the celebration of their daughter's boyfriend's parent's wedding anniversary- solidifying in the eyes of the public the relationship not only of the two countries, but of the two families. Two sets of parents supporting their children in their relationship.

Congratulations on the anniversary, Your Majesties!

#ivanov legacy #ts4 #ts4 legacy #ts4 simblr #crown princess ophelia #king victor #queen agathe #crown princess martha #lord albert #prince eugene #prince jonas #tsarina ekaterina #prince matthew

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lenniharrisonsims · 3 years

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Behind The Scenes...

Imperial Palace, Glimmerbrooke, 3:30p

(In Windenburgian)

Queen Agathe: So many family photos…

King Victor: Yes… one could almost assume they’re all narcissists.

Agathe: And it’s a rather small room. Do you think this is their biggest room for guests or that they stuck us in a tiny dull room because they did not think we were worth it?

Victor: There’s too many family pictures piled in this room for them not to care about it.

Agathe: They could have moved them in here for us, to keep up appearances of a happy family.

Victor: Happy or not, it’s a family we need Jonas to be a part of. So put on your best face, my dear.

Agathe: Hmm…

(In Sim-English)

Tsarina Ekaterina (Kat): King Victor, Queen Agathe! Welcome to Glimmerbrooke, and to the Imperial Palace!

Prince Matthew (Matt): We’re so happy you asked to visit. We haven’t had any time to chat in quite a while!

Kat: Please, let’s sit! I’ve had tea laid out for us while we talk.

Victor: Thank you, Your Imperial Majesty, Your Imperial Highness.

Kat: Oh please, call us Kat and Matt, please. We almost never use our titles.

Kat: So, what was it you wished to discuss?

Victor: We have come to talk about our son Jonas, and your daughter, the Crown Princess Ophelia.

Kat: Oh? What about them?

Agathe: They are both finished with school now, and not getting any younger. We think it is time to discuss marriage.

Matt: Marriage?!

Agathe: We would like to get some things settled before anybody agrees to anything.

Matt: I'm sorry, do you know something we don't?

Agathe: What do you mean?

Kat: Have you heard from Jonas that he plans to propose to Ophelia?

Victor: Why would we tell him to propose before we've worked out all the details of the arrangement with you?

Matt: Tell him to propose?

Victor: Will Ophelia need to propose, as heir to the Empire?

Kat: Well, no, she wouldn't need to propose unless she was the Empress, but as she's just the Crown Princess, the tradition is usually for the man to propose, but it doesn't really matter-

Victor: Wonderful. Then we'll instruct Jonas on what to do once we have finished our negotiations.

Kat: I think there's been a misunderstanding. It's been… hundreds of years since we had an arranged marriage in the Empire. We let our children make their own choices in who they love.

Agathe: But she will be the Empress of Simsdom one day, she's the most coveted Bachelorette on the market! You must use her marriage to make a political alliance that will benefit the Empire, as was yours.

Kat: Matt and I married for love. In fact I would say it was not a perfect political match because we could've easily incorporated Willow Creek into the Empire, but instead he chose to abdicate.

Victor: Well that wouldn't be a problem with Jonas, he is usurped in the line of succession by his nephew and niece. He is free to align himself with the Empire.

Agathe: Royal marriages have been arranged in Windenburg since the beginning of the kingdom. We arranged our daughter's marriage and it has worked out splendidly, they have two children already!

Kat: I'm afraid this is where we must insist. Ophelia is our daughter, not our property. She is a grown woman and her own person who must make her own decisions. If Jonas proposes and if she says yes, then we can go from there.

Victor: Very well. But I must insist we establish what will be Jonas' standing when they-

Matt: If they.

Victor:.... Fine… If they get married. He will need an imperial title of his own, and an allowance, in addition to the titles he'll share with Ophelia. A marquessate would be appropriate for a prince, I think, but nothing lower.

Matt: I was made Prince of Britechester and Duke of Foxbury when I married Kat, and I was a King. Jonas, if they do get married, will get the same.

Kat: I feel this is all too soon to be discussing something so hypothetical. They are not engaged yet and we don't know what Ophelia will decide. I think we should come back to this conversation if she says yes.

Agathe: *In Windenburgian* What a wasted trip.

Kat: I beg your pardon?

Victor: Very well. But when Jonas proposes and Ophelia says yes, we expect you to come to the next negotiation table prepared. Come, Agathe. Thank you for having us.

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