#qod

THE DEMON OF NUMBER TEN

(”they call her the Queen of Peace because she ended a war by wedding a King. But to me, the is the Queen of Death.”)

title: (tentative) Queen of Death genre: high-ish fantasy category: new adult pov: first person past tense status: outlining

themes/includes: aro/ace main character // trauma // good vs. evil (and how that can change depending on a person’s pov) // revenge // loss of control and regaining it // the powerlessness women in society endure in order to make themselves feel safe

content/trigger warnings: MC has a covert narcissistic mother // explicit mention of blood and death // violence // swearing // emotional abuse // general oppression of women

vibe: a late-spring morning, verdant and fresh with dew, still cool from the nighttime chill; there’s blood on the daisies pushing up through the grass; you don’t know how it got there; you don’t know why you hate yourself; you don’t remember who taught you that love is conditional; a cloud floats by; it’s shaped like a knife; suddenly you remember what you came here to do.

synopsis: in a world where certain bloodlines carry magic and world wars are waged to take control of them, raven is the firstborn daughter of lucia, the queen of death. being the firstborn, she is taught from a young age that her mother will die someday, and when that day comes, the magic and the title will be hers. but when a small, outlying island displays enough power to attempt to kidnap all eight queens at once, she is forced to come to terms with her traumatic childhood, and forced to meet with the person behind the attempted kidnappings.

characters:

raven, 17, she/her

firstborn daughter to the queen of death and king of cristallo, the country she lives in. almost her entire life has been spent being sheltered in dark rooms and hidden behind closed doors. her mother tells her its for her protection; the queen of death is the most powerful woman in the world, and marrying into the kingdom of cristallo has now solidified them as the most powerful country in the world. but if raven were to die before having an heir of her own, the powerful magic in their bloodline would be lost for good. she is now beginning to resent her mother.

celine, 13, she/her

raven’s little sister. being the younger sibling, she will not inherit any magic, but she is still instructed to play the role of the firstborn. she will take the fall should anyone get it into their mind to destroy the bloodline, and as a result she carries a lot on her shoulders that many people do not see. that being said, she also reaps the benefit of being a firstborn daughter, and often distracts herself with those benefits the way that most queens tend to do.

elias, 20, he/him

a huge nerd and a tinkerer, elias is always working on something. he’s the type of dude to call himself an egalitarian instead of a feminist though. big dweeb, heart is in the right place, but doesn’t understand the nuances of struggles that are not his own.

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pairing: Bucky Barnes x qod!reader

warnings: language, some angst, slight fluff, shorter chapter than usual

notes: a continuation of the queen of disaster series // I know this chapter is kind of bleak but it’s for the plot dw

summary: you think Bucky is underestimating you, and sometimes you’re too stubborn for your own good

“Your form is sloppy and your stance is weak. Again,” Natasha demands firmly before returning the punching pad to her chest for you to strike. After an intense hour of conditioning your muscles were aflame, aching and groaning with each powerful movement, but you couldn’t take a break. There were no breaks on missions, and the bag guys wouldn’t call a time out just because you were tired, so you buckled down and pushed through the painstaking training.

“Good,” she compliments your improvements, and just when you think your body is about to collapse Natasha signals for you to stop.

“Oh, thank god,” you pant, immediately falling back onto the mat below to catch your breath. From above you Natasha shakes her head and nudges your ribs lightly with the toe of her shoe.

“You’re not done yet. You still have to do a live session of sparring.”

“Tasha, I’m dying. Can’t we do it tomorrow?” You whine, and she rolls her eyes in response.

“You’re not dying, you big baby. Now get up.”

“But I’ve already fought you like a gazillion times!”

“Who said you were fighting me?” Natasha retorts with a raised brow. You gulp.

“Who am I fighting then?”

I decided on the first of the year to try and post one quote (minimum) a day just because I’m to gather some writing discipline.  I hope that you enjoy them.  Listed below are the quotes for the 1st through 7th which somehow I had programmed to be scheduled to be posted.  Evidently that never happened according to plan (best laid plans of mice and men, etc.) so here they ar in all their natural glory!!!

Read and enjoy.

2021 Quotes of the Day

 01/01/2021

How soon we forget History…Government is not reason.  Government is not eloquence.  It is force.  And like fire, it is a dangerous servant and a fearful master.

George Washington

01/02/2121

“You have Rights antecedent to all earthly governments: Rights, that cannot be repealed or restrained by human laws; Rights, derived from the Great Legislator of the universe.”

John Adams

 01/03/2021

“Guard with jealous attention the public liberty. Suspect everyone who approaches that jewel. Unfortunately, nothing will preserve it but downright force. Whenever you give up that force, you are ruined…. The great object is that every man be armed. Everyone who is able might have a gun.”

Patrick Henry

 01/04/2021

Crisis is the rallying cry of the tyrant.

James Madison

 01/05/2021

When the people fear their government, there is tyranny; when the government fears the people, there is liberty.

Thomas Jefferson

 01/06/2121

“A nation which can prefer disgrace to danger is prepared for a master and deserves one.”

Alexander Hamilton

 01/07/2021

“What country can preserve its liberties if their rulers are not warned from time to time that their people preserve the spirit of resistance. Let them take arms.”

Hey thanks to @ms-veralis-the-writer for the tag!!

My last line was this intriguing bit of script:

Lacey seethed, hating that she was yet again in a situation where was helpless. In her anger, she hit the metal bar with her bound hands over and over. She finally relented with a frustrated yell. She dropped her head back against the wall. She had no idea how she was going to get out of here.

I even gave you a little background!

Now I’ma tag:

@donovyn--nox, @cherrycokewrites, @rhiannonleewriting