It is currently 3:14am! The banquet will be held until 3:14pm!

"Come all and celebrate in our festival! There is pleanty of food to go around, I wouldn’t have it any other way. Eat to your hearts content! Eat away your worries! Come and forget yourselves and the burdens on your shoulders! From now out there shall be a new daylight on the horizon!"

Coronation Fit for a Princess || Queenofsmoke

queenofsmoke:

zonezerodameblanche:

Power surged through her as the transition was completed. The criwn hovered inches from her head, its ghastly glow the same of that of the specters. Chest grew right as the dummies popped, only to find relief as they scattered to reassemble into wigs. While they might not have been her dummies, they were add-ons none the less. Their shape proved that they were to be more of healing than for combat. Feeling stronger, feeling healthier, better, sucre rose as the other commanded.

Her palms were coated with a nervous sweat, similar as that of her underarms and thighs. With upmost confidence and new found determination, sucre took the staff first in her right hand, the scared element in her left. She was to be blessed, all eyes on her in such soft light.

It was finally time for her voice to be heard. Finally time to take stand.

“Citizens and guardians alike, lend me your ears. We are in times of darkness, but with every night comes a day. I am here to provide a path of guidance for us to rise into our utopia. As I had made it from the basements of zone zero to where I stand today, I give myself and my all for your behalf. I shall find resolve to these issues that face our land. While solace will not arise overnight I will work until my death to bring out our future. Our dreams. Our hopes. Lend me your help, and together I can work just as strong as the rest of you. I have always been there watching and waiting, from helping out in the kitchens to cleaning in the halls. Now it is finally my time to rise and lead. It is my time to bring the peace to the land. I will be nothing less than the savior to this land.”

They all bowed before her, their voices speaking in unison, yet also in harmony. They all swore loyalty to their Princess. Vader felt her smile widen with pride, as she walked over to Linus, her hands on his shoulders. His mother was on the road to do wonderful things. 

"In honor of your new ruler, celebrations will be held all day. A banquet set for everyone awaits in the great hall! Please, let us all allow ourselves to be filled with the light of hope on this day." She gestured towards the exit, and soon enough, those who were kneeling rose once more to make their way over, a pleasant hum of delighted chatter picking up as they exited the ceremonial chamber. 

Vader approached Sucre, a hand on her lower back, so as to not smother the wings. “That speech was marvelous, darling. It made me know the file is in good hands.” She very tenderly placed a kiss on Sucre’s forehead. “You must be very nervous! Let us join the others and forget any worries we may have, yes?”

Linus looked up at the gray lady, his antenna perking at the pat to the head. In this form his skin was darker, matching that of Vader’s, along with all four of his moth arms darker in the fluff. He was pretty clueless to what was happening. All he knew was mommy had a new hat and he was quite jealous of how shiny it was.

Linus was quick to move and grab at the bottom of sucres skirt.he was getting quite antsy. As soon as she placed the staff and bowl back onto their places on the table, sucre was quick to scoop up her little one. He made himself comfortable, face pressed to her shoulder so that his little antenna peaked over her shoulder. He was tuckered out and ready for a nap. She couldn’t help but smile. Not long after Vader’s had approached her, hand on her back.

“I must thank you. I never thought that I would be able to accomplish this. I never thought I would get this kind of strength. To be a princess… Its so scary and yet I’m nothing but excited inside. But you’re right, today is a day for celebration.”

Sucre felt so… High up. Not in the physical sense but in that she was somebody. She was finally somebody of power and importance and together that would help her rule.

kurotsugu:

First thing I’ve drawn/painted traditionally in a long, long time

For my first ruling as princess I say: let us slam and get slammed! The roof is not our son, but We shall raise it. Praise it and blaze it, party in zone zero!
"Happy valentines day!" Sucre gave him a cake about as tall as she was. It was clear lots of work went into baking it. After a hug and some cheek kisses she was quick to flop on his couch for naptime

bigmisterenoch:

zonezerodameblanche:

bigmisterenoch:

Enoch’s still staring at the cake for easily a full minute after, fairly bewildered by what just happened. Once that passes, his thoughts turn to whether or not he’ll actually be able to finish that cake before it turns stale and moldy.

He smirks in an unspoken acceptance of the challenge. He’d like to think he can.

Smiling, he heads to the kitchen, both to procure something to cut the cake with and to whip up something tasty for its provider in return.

"No!" She spoke too fast. "No. I don’t need anymore cake. And neither do you. You make yourself sick a few moments ago. No more."

She peeled herself off the couch, walking towards him. Not that she could really stop him from eating the cake— she just figured it would be best if neither of them are anymore of the cake. Least for the time being. She wasnt trying to kill him with it. Imagine that? Death by cake. What a shame.

"Sucre. I’m fine now," he insisted, and kept plodding kitchenward. "Things have had time to settle. I’ve had time to think. I know my limits, and—"

—And that sure felt like a wolverine trying to claw its way out through his navel. He grimaced, swallowing noisily.

"…No more," he finally conceded, albeit unhappily, and planted himself on the floor right where he’d stood.

"Sucre, I’m fine" she squawks, not convinced for a moment. Nope. I fact she walks before him and sits down at his side, giving him a large hug. Nothing to squeeze him but just enough pressure to show him that she was there. "No more cake, please? I can bake you a smaller one if you want next time."

Coronation Fit for a Princess || Queenofsmoke

queenofsmoke:

zonezerodameblanche:

The smaller crown of flowers uptip of her head was removed, falling up top that of linus only to get caught dangling on a single antenna. He watched with big eyes, already attracted to the glowing of the crown. Of course he didnt dare touch it. No no no. He knew better. Just watch and wait. Perhaps mama will let him wear it one day.

Was she ready? Would she ever be ready? There was no time to answer these questions. There was no time for any hesitation. She had to accept. She had to move forwards. Only she truly knew the danger of the rifts of the expansion. Dedan was already lost and she was not about to allow her father to be next in line, nor Japhet either.

“I am fully aware of the responsibilities that come with this power. I am fully aware of the consequences this will have upon my life and that I am to be the ever burning light of hope for this land. And with that knowledge I accept. I accept this responsibility. In holy word and spirit I am willing to give up everything for my land and my people. The future of my subjects is resting on my shoulders.”

With dark lids closed she could sense the outer two dummies on her finges tremble and vibrate. Were she to loose her add-ons in such change? She wasnt sure she liked the thought of losing her friends. Little did she know those two add-ons would become in new shape, that of white wings as soon as she was promoted to a new class.

As soon as her words were spoken, the glowing crown was placed upon her head, slowly adopting a hover after it had gotten used to its wearer. The Queen’s voice became loud and imposing once more. “I hereby crown you Princess of the Zones.”
The dummies burst, particles of light fluttering everywhere, before regrouping and solidifying at each side of Sucre’s back, now a pair of small, static wings.

Vader took both Sucre’s hands in her own and held them with the palm facing upward, her smoke tendrils gently depositing both the staff and the bowl in their rightful (albeit symbolic) place. The Princess was ready.

"Rise", she spoke, now with a smile adorning her face, "rise and face your people." 

The people, as well, had begun to rise, only to kneel the moment she decided to stand. 

Power surged through her as the transition was completed. The criwn hovered inches from her head, its ghastly glow the same of that of the specters. Chest grew right as the dummies popped, only to find relief as they scattered to reassemble into wigs. While they might not have been her dummies, they were add-ons none the less. Their shape proved that they were to be more of healing than for combat. Feeling stronger, feeling healthier, better, sucre rose as the other commanded.

Her palms were coated with a nervous sweat, similar as that of her underarms and thighs. With upmost confidence and new found determination, sucre took the staff first in her right hand, the scared element in her left. She was to be blessed, all eyes on her in such soft light.

It was finally time for her voice to be heard. Finally time to take stand.

“Citizens and guardians alike, lend me your ears. We are in times of darkness, but with every night comes a day. I am here to provide a path of guidance for us to rise into our utopia. As I had made it from the basements of zone zero to where I stand today, I give myself and my all for your behalf. I shall find resolve to these issues that face our land. While solace will not arise overnight I will work until my death to bring out our future. Our dreams. Our hopes. Lend me your help, and together I can work just as strong as the rest of you. I have always been there watching and waiting, from helping out in the kitchens to cleaning in the halls. Now it is finally my time to rise and lead. It is my time to bring the peace to the land. I will be nothing less than the savior to this land.”

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bigmisterenoch:

zonezerodameblanche:

Briwnies? How predictable. No. This picnic needs something more extreme than apples and brownies. Time to kick this picknick up a knotch.

“I’m going on a picknick and I’m bringing crabs” now whoever thought putting crabs in the picnick basket was a good idea well… Sucre would need to give them a firm handshake.

"Crabs," he echoed. "You do realize one of us is going to have to smash them if you’re to have any."

He held his tongue for a moment, just to let that sink in. Then he made his next move. “I’m going on a picnic, and I’m bringing deviled eggs.”

"Not everything is food, brother, while crabs can be eaten these ones are perfectly alive and crawling." Deviled eggs? How booooooring. This picnic needed a serious party starter. But what can anyone start a party with that started with ‘E’? Oh well. Shed have to just wait till the next letter.

“I’m going on a picknick and I’m briiiiiiinging eggplaaaant.”

Enoch should feel lucky there were no bees at this picnick.

"Jaaaaspie I got dared to kiiiiiiss you." Sucre called down the hall as she tried to find the other. All the people she enjoyed the company of always his on her. "Jaaaaspie come out come out wherever you are!"

sadisticmonstermedic:

He opened on of the many doors that speckled the corridor, turning toward Sucre’s voice “Someone dared you to kiss me? Why?” 

"We were playing done game last night and I got dared to kiss you— but you don’t gotta. I’m not going to force you to do anything but I still had to come over and junk."