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Lucette: I’m surprised Rooke would let anyone that close to his face without him banging their head with his axe. Or his shield if he is in a good mood.

“𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘦𝘺𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯!”

Kane Oneshot: Learning of Death

   “Uncle Kane.” A small, childish voice called out to the tall clockwork being sitting at his worktable. Kane paused in his work to look down, finding his six year old niece waiting for him next to his left leg. He could tell by the downcast look in her blue eyes that something or someone had upset her.

   “What is the matter, mia luce?” He asked, reaching down to pick her underneath her arms to place her on his lap, reaching around her to go back to working on the device his father assigned to him.

   “Uncle Kane....Do you think Grandpa is going to die soon?” 

Kane froze in his movements, his processor replaying the odd question to ascertain that he heard correctly the odd question she asked before looking down at her.

   “Why do you ask such an odd question, Lucette? And where has this come from?”

The little girl fidgeted in his lap at the question, shifting left and right until she finally either gave up or got comfortable enough to move on to fiddling with her curls. “You know my friend Tanya? The one with the pretty hair?”

Kane nodded his head in reply to her question. This summer for the past month, the daughter of the baker would always come by the workshop and ask for Lucette to go out and play. Each day his creator would allow his little granddaughter out with only a smile, pat on the head and a light warning to return home by sunset. And each day she would return home, dirt on her brown cheeks and a smile stretching wide. She would always chatter about the child’s vibrant orange hair, talking about how it matched the sunset and why they did not have hair like that. The girls seemed to get along without fuss so Kane let them be. Until now.

   “Well, her dog died last night.”

   “I am sorry to hear that.” he said, not actually caring.

   “Mhm, She was telling me about it and we got into a fight”

Kane’s head tilted to stare at the child in slight confusion. Lucette was not a particularly troublesome child, she did not pick fights with people and does her best to get along with everyone without problem. “What was the fight about?”

   “I said something really mean. But I didn’t mean to!” She quickly shouted, trying to get her excuse in.

   “What did you say?”

Lucette’s icy blues stared down at her feet for a while before looking back up at him to answer. “I said that if she hadn’t given her lizard chocolate, that he wouldn’t have died.”

If Kane were human, he was sure his eyebrows would’ve shot up in surprise. That did sound like something she would say but only when she was pushed. “And why did you say that?”

Lucette’s lips pursed as her eyebrows furrowed in an expression he recognized as frustration. “Because she kept complaining about getting another one. She was very loud and making my head hurt.”

Kane would’ve smiled if he could, a light feeling appearing once again. He does not know what it is or why it keeps reappearing only at certain times. He will have to question his father once he returns. “And you said that so that she will be quiet.”

At the young girl’s nod, Kane nodded his head and went back to his work. “And what did she say to that?”

    “She s-said that when my Grandpa dies, t-then she will l-laugh at his funeral.” Lucette’s voice started wobble as she began to cry, the words no doubt having cut deep. Putting his screwdriver down, he once again picked his niece up to cradle her in his arm while he worked with his other hand.

   “Lucette, every living being in the Spiral dies. One way or another. Some live longer than others. Some die peacefully, some don’t. Some live for hundreds of years while others live for only a couple of years. Death comes to them all equally.” Kane explained gently, his sockets focused on the machine on the table while his mind worked on a way to explain the inevitable end of living beings that they all must meet to a child. He would’ve spoken bluntly but remembered his father’s words on how fragile children were.

   “Be gentle, my son. Especially with your words. Children are sensitive creatures that respond to everything they see and hear. They soak it up and it stays with them. Permanently. Depending on what it is, it can either hurt them in the future and hinder their progress or it can help them grow. Be patient, mio figlio. I know it may not seem like it right now, but trust me when I say, that once you see the woman she grows up to be, you will realize that it was all worth it.”

   “So Grandpa will die?” Lucette asked, the tears getting bigger.

   “Yes, lux mea. But, if you are good girl, then not for a long, long time. Same goes for your parents and you. If you eat all of your vegetables, yes that includes your sprouts too, and behave yourself; then you will live for a long time.” He answered, using his thumb to wipe away her tears. Lucette sniffed her nose and wiped away the rest of her tears herself. “Understand?”

   “Si, zio!” She chirped, hopping out of his arms onto the ground, smoothing her little green dress. It was still strange to Kane on how fast children's moods changed, sobbing one minute and then jumping with excitement the next. He was about to tell her to go upstairs and get ready for dinner when his audio picked up the sound of familiar footsteps walking up to the door.

   “Lucette, why don’t you go and give Father a big hug to show how much you care?” He suggested, patting the girl’s dark curls as he got back to work. The next thing he heard was the patter of small feet, and the front door opening. 

   “Grandpa!”

   “Hahaha Lucette! What’s the surprise greeting for?”

   “No reason, Grandpa. Just showing that I really, really, really love you. A lot.”

   “Haha I love you too, Mima. Now, go see if you can get your uncle away from work for a bit.”

   “Okay. Uncle Kane!”   

Okay, but I imagine that when Kane does curse, it means he’s really pissed the fuck off and it strikes pure fear into anyone who hears it.

Kane: You need them to think you’re stronger than you really are.

Bishop: Is that what you do?

Kane: Me? Oh, no. My power is no illusion. I could fucking demolish you.

If it weren't for the laws of this land, I would have slaughtered you. Oh wait...I do make the laws of this land. So I WILL slaughter you.

Kane, probably, at some point in time, @ the entire P101 fandom and the pirate

The Princess in the Tower

Written for @kan0e101 with her character, Snowwhite

                                          The Princess in the Tower

“Why would the new clockwork be out here? An entire tiny island just for a single tower and a single clockwork?” Lucette asked as her ship drew steadily closer to the small islet before her. Her uncle, Kane, sent her here as a mission or so he said.

“I need you to go check on a special clockwork in a tower not far from here. She is very much favored by Queen and is very dear to her. I want you to make certain that she is in pristine condition and that her audio channels work perfectly.” Kane commanded, looking at Lucette from behind his large desk. Lucette raises a confused eyebrow at her uncle’s odd command and quickly swallows the macaron before speaking.

“But why? Why not send Deacon or Rooke to check? Or Ulysses?” She asked, picking up another macaron and dropping it in her mouth. 

Kane let out a slightly annoyed sigh before answering. “Because Deacon is dealing with trading matters in Polaris, Rooke is settling a rebellion in Mooshu, and Commodore Septimus is in Marleybone. And do not bother asking about Queen or even worse, Phule. Queen is with Dowager Queen Margherita at the Trianon Palace, and Phule better be busy with other things. So that only leaves you who is not doing anything. I already cleared out your schedule so that you would have no more lessons for the rest of the day just so you can complete this short and easy task for me. If you do, it would only be for an hour at most and you would have the rest of the entire day to yourself to do as you please. Besides, I believe you will like this particular clockwork.”

Lucette lets out an irritated exhale through her nose at her Uncle’s words and glares at him until she finally gave up the pointless fight.

“Fine, Uncle. As you command, oh great and noble and wise Supreme Commander. I will give orders for my crew to prepare to set sail.”

“No need. I already did that before I brought you here. And I already sent them the coordinates.” Kane cut in, stopping the princess in her tracks. Lucette slowly pivoted around to glare harshly at her uncle.

“Let me guess, you had this all planned from the start. I thought you said you wanted a niece and uncle talk.” She said ruefully, a part of her hurt at the reveal. She should have expected that, her uncle never stops plotting whether it is needed or not. Her uncle seemed to sense the hurt in his niece and gently comforted her. In his own way.

“No, I just know my stubborn, bull-headed niece well enough to plan around her. I was confident that she will think logically and rationally, the way I taught her to think, and do as I ordered. And I did not lie. You are my niece, I am your uncle, and we are talking. See?” Her uncle said, his attention now more on the work in his hand than the woman standing by the door. 

‘And people wonder where I got my sarcasm from.’ Lucette thought, rolling her eyes. “Sure, Uncle. Whatever you say. Am I dismissed?”

“Yes, you are. Have a good day, Lux Mea.”

“You as well, darling Uncle.”

“Your Highness, we are about to dock.” Angelus Avis’s voice cut through Lucette’s wander down memory lane, bringing her focus back onto the mission. Once the ship was finally docked, Lucette glided down to meet with the captain musketeer, nodding her acknowledgement of his salute.

“Your Highness.”

“Captain, I wish to meet with the clockwork that is kept here. I was sent by Supreme Commander Kane.” She announced, looking around disapprovingly at the severe lack of soldiers. There were only three, two musketeers and a marine, guarding the island and the tower a couple miles away from the palace and Cadiz. If something were to ever happen, it would take minutes too long to reach here. This clockwork had better be a fighter.

“As you command, Your Highness. Please follow me.” The captain pivoted around and walked towards the tower, Lucette following behind while Avis followed from the rear.  Lifting the hem of her dress to walk up the stairs, Lucette marched behind the captain up the needlessly long stairway, all the way to the top. At the top, the captain stopped at a single wooden door with a golden keyhole and door knob, knocking on the door three times in the traditional mechanical way of clockworks.

“Snowwhite, Her Highness is here to speak with you.” The captain announced, stepping back when the muffled sound of a crash came through the door, the sound of light feet running around.

“Coming!” A muffled female voice rang out, coming closer to the door with hurried footsteps. When the door opened, Lucette could only stare at the sight before her in confusion. In front of her stood a petite woman with pale white skin and pitch black voids for eyes  customary of clockworks, however everything else about her was...odd. She had a brass carving of a peacock embedded into her right cheek, instead of a golden corona around her eyes, she had black dots similar to beauty spots right under her eyes. On the top part of her eyeholes were golden designs that looked similar to wings, matching the golden peacock figurine that rested in the clockworks pitch black locks. That was another odd thing about the clockwork, her hair wasn’t white like other clockworks. 

‘Strange, why would she have black hair? It makes her stick out like a sore thumb.’

Her clothing was even odder, she wasn’t a dress nor truly a suit. It was some strange combination of leggings and a dress, the lower area being black while the dress parts were white and yellow. Her sleeves were militaristic but had ruffled edges, adding to Lucette’s theory of this particular clockwork not being a fighter.

“Oh! Hello, um, Your Majesty.” The clockwork greeted nervously. Lucette’s mouth twisted into a frown at the mistitle.

“It is Your Highness. Your Majesty is for Kings, Queens, Emperors, and Empresses. I am a Princess.” Lucette corrected sternly, staring down at the now flustered clockwork.

“Oh! I-I am so sorry, Your Highness.” The clockwork quickly apologized with another curtesy. Lucette only sighed and waved it away.

“No matter. May I come in?”

“Oh, of course. Come in.” The clockwork ushered the princess in, staring at Avis in wonder in her gaze. Lucette’s cold gaze swept over the room, making certain to notice everything obviously out of place. There were some cogwheels on the ground near a basket full of them, a spool of thread tangled together on a desk, a large messy array of tools she has seen in her Uncle’s workshop many times, and some copper wires. Very reminiscent of her grandfather’s workshop. Pushing away the sad memories, she sharpened her gaze and turned to the clockwork who was now scurrying about the place. The delicate woman placed a cushioned chair in front of her, placing another chair in front before nervously sitting down. Lucette stared the clockwork down, letting her fidget in silence for a few minutes, before finally speaking.

“Your designation.”

“My desig-Oh! You mean my name! My name is Snowwhite. I am a songbot created by Queen.” She answered cheerfully, the answer causing Lucette to frown. 

‘A songbot? Really, Queen? Of all the things you could’ve created her to be, you made her be able to sing.’ She growled mentally, glaring up at the ceiling before directing her attention back to the clockwork.

“Do you have any fighting abilities whatsoever?”

“Uh, well, I’m really good with pistols and rifles. But I have never used them on an actual person.” She replied nervously, her fingers toying with her black curls.

“Very well then. Let’s check your voice box. Sing for me.” She ordered, crossing her arms and sitting back in her seat. The bot hurriedly readied herself, dusting off her dress and clearing her throat, for what, Lucette did not know.

“What would you like me to sing, Your Highness?”

“Greensleeves.” She tossed out flippantly, not really caring about what she wanted to sing. She just wanted to make sure that the bot was in pristine condition and go home.

“Alas my love, you do me wrong

To cast me off so discourteously.

And I have loved you oh so long

Delighting in your company.”

She would be lying if she said that she wasn’t shocked into silence when the clockwork began to sing, a powerful melodic voice coming from the unmoving lips of her mask. Queen designed her well. Lucette sat silently as Snowwhite finished her song,silently wondering what exactly was Snowwhite’s purpose was. If she was a song bot then where does she sing and to whom?

“A marvelous performance, Snowwhite. I will admit that I had low expectations but you have exceeded them all. Kane will pleased with the report.” She complimented, giving a short applause, before rising from her seat. “That is all for now, good day, Snowwhite.”

“Wait!”

Lucette stopped in her tracks, looking back at Snowwhite with a raised brow.

“Yes?”

“I...You are close to Kane, right?” She hesitantly questioned.

“I would like to think so. Why?”

“What is he like?” She asked quietly, fingers toying with her sleeves. Lucette paused for a minute, thinking up an answer before answering.

“He has a commanding aura, one that he wields expertly. He is stern, sometimes cold, always has a plan and likes things going according to those plans. Anyone stepping out of line too much is dealt with.” She explained, crossing her arms over her chest as she answered. Snowwhite’s form wilted, like a flower without the sunlight it desperately needed. 

“Oh, I-I see.”

“However, he also has his soft spots. He likes it when I bring him marigolds from my gardens. He compliments sparingly so that when he does give one, you will know that he meant it. He likes to dance, whenever he has no duties to deal with. He dances with such deliberateness, such skill and grace that one would think he was floating on air.” She added softly, her mind drifting back into pleasant memories. Some from recent years, others from the far past.

Her words were like rain on a dying flower, Snowwhite’s body language perking up at what Lucette said. It was interesting watching this particular clockwork’s body language. Most of the others either don’t have the emotional capacity or are really good at hiding it.

“I...I see. One more question.” “Hm?”

“Will you attend my performance at the Opera? I mean, you don’t have to but…” Snowwhite trailed off, her pale white fingers fiddling with the ruffles on her sleeves. “I think you would like it.”

Lucette smiled, because she knew what Snowwhite actually meant. She wanted her to bring Kane to her performance.

‘Why not? I haven’t been to the Opera in months. No harm in going.’

“Yes. I will bring him to see you.” She answered, looking over her shoulder at the clockwork with a subtle smile before walking out the small room.

As her ship sailed for home, Lucette stood on the prow, watching the fading tower on the island disappear the further away they got. 

“Angelus.”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

“Send a message to my uncle to see if there’s any nearby dates without lessons. It has been a long while since he and I have enjoyed a night out” She ordered, her mind already spinning with plans.

The Elites as parents

Kane would be the type of dad who would criticize every mistake you did but if anyone else dared to do the same thing, he would rip them apart.

Deacon would be the stern father who comes off as cold to everyone else but you know he cares about you.

Rooke is one of those big strong dads who everytime they hug you, you hear your spine break.

Phule would be the goofy dad taking every chance to say a dad joke or purposely using modern slang incorrectly to torment his poor children.

Bishop is the lowkey creepy dad that everyone thinks is doing shady stuff. May or may not be true.

Queen is the mom who would take you out shopping to your favorite stores and would actually give constructive gentle criticism on what best suits your figure and makes you look good. She’s also the one to be more excited for prom and homecoming than her children.

Since you all want to test the little patience I have on a Monday...

I’m gonna have a little sit down with y’all. BECAUSE IT APPARENTLY NEEDS TO BE SAID. Since y’all lost all of your common sense.

There is a line between fiction and reality. Let me say it again, there is a line between fiction and reality. There is a HUGE difference in liking an evil character because of the character and liking the evil character because you agree with what they did.

“But King, that’s obvious!” You would think so, huh? But some people, wait, let’s be honest, MOST people on this hellsite have never been outside for more than 20 seconds tops. If you haven’t noticed, this place is an echo chamber. It’s like 4chan but on the opposite end of the spectrum. A lot of people here are so rabid about their hatred of a character, that it is terrifying to watch. Many people here think that hating the obviously evil character makes them a superior being than those who do like the evil character. Because of their superiority, they think it their holy duty to “educate” those “poor naive fools” who like the evil character. By being hostile, calling them out by name, making rant posts about them, etc.

They basically harass and bully those who don’t agree with their views. And it shows. Let’s be honest, they do not care about “bringing you into the light”. They like having power over you. Straight and simple.

And that’s honestly how this website works. Slap on the words “straight, white, male, genocide, facism, yada yada” and Tumblr will agree with anything else after. Instead of critical thinking, they just see a few buzz words and call it a day. And if that posts mentions another blog, they will hunt that blog down till the ends of the earth.

Doesn’t matter that the character is fictional in a made up world, they will make the furthest reach to say that because you like that character, it will affect your real morals in reality. AKA the dumbest shit I ever heard.

What I’m trying to say is; Enough with the gatekeeping, enough with the holier than thou attitude, enough of the superiority complex, enough. Let people have fun and enjoy themselves and relax. Breathe. If you see something that you don’t like, just walk away or block them. You’re on the internet. It’s not that hard.

P101 fandom, because it was y’all that made me go off on a rant, chill out. I know, it’s been so long since we got a real update. I know you guys are getting cabin fever and want KI to pay you attention again, I understand that. But, chasing off RPers who are interested in the darker characters isn’t going to do anything but make people hate you. You already did it once, don’t do it again to one of the more popular ones. 

This rant isn’t just about P101, it’s about other fandoms too. If you want to mention a specific fandom, you can reblog this or comment. Come on, guys. You’re supposed to be adults. Act like it. 

KingsIsle: *Doesn’t give Pirate101 the love it deserves*

Players: *Stops putting money into it*

KingsIsle:

Is your life a career? Because I want to end it.

Kane, probably @ the entire Pirate101

Inbox questions

I’m bored soooooo.....spam me with some questions. To any and every character in TLoV. Even Antal. You’ll get a glare from him but hey, still a response.

Inbox questions

I’m bored soooooo…..spam me with some questions. To any and every character in TLoV. Even Antal. You’ll get a glare from him but hey, still a response.

New chapter is up! New character is introduced and we learn more about Valencia’s political climate from the people. Good stuff. Go check it out.

Hit y’all with that double upload to compensate the temporary loss of art. Hope y’all enjoy it!

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22068301/chapters/52665553

Y’ALL

You guys can’t see what I’m drawing right now but I STAN LUCETTE HARDER THAN EVER BEFORE! SHE’S TAKING AFTER HER UNCLE SO MUCH IN THIS PICTURE! AND THE PICTURE IS FUTURE CANON, SO EVEN BETTER! I LOVE THIS CHILD SO MUCH!!!

Y’ALL

You guys can’t see what I’m drawing right now but I STAN LUCETTE HARDER THAN EVER BEFORE! SHE’S TAKING AFTER HER UNCLE SO MUCH IN THIS PICTURE! AND THE PICTURE IS FUTURE CANON, SO EVEN BETTER! I LOVE THIS CHILD SO MUCH!!!

Lucette: Thank Dominatus above! I have somehow managed to narrowly avoid having a member of my family or someone I know as a mate. Me: Haha bet your luck won’t hold a second time ... ...

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Me:......................... Lucette: What was that about my luck not holding up?

Have fun lads

Lucette and Ulysses’ Relationship in a Nutshell

Lucette: I need advice. Should I do this thing? Ulysses, already exhausted despite being awake for three seconds: No, that’ll get you in trouble Lucette: Hmmmm........................I’m gonna do it

He sounds so British 😂 He actually sounds similar to Norrington from Pirates of the Caribbean now that I think about it

/// Confession for the night: Commander Typhon has a nice voice.

Damn, @piecesofchess is bringing back blasts of the past. That Lucette ask really got her in her feelings tho.

New chapter posted! Took a mini break to work on other stories and art. In this one, we see more of Lucette’s mental state and meet another new character. In this chapter, we see more of wizard101 crossing over.

Hit y’all with that double upload to compensate the temporary loss of art. Hope y’all enjoy it!

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22068301/chapters/52665553

A Son’s Most Powerful Woman

“Imagine the most powerful woman in the Spiral, Alonzo.” 

Alonzo nodded his head. He could. He sees her perfectly. 

“Her hair,”

 Her hair was black, the curls bouncy and reflected the light around them, crowning her head like its own crown. It was long, draping past her waist to the back of her thighs, swishing like a cat’s tail whenever she moved. Her two “horns”, as Uncle Able called them, curled at the top of her head, announcing her presence whenever she walked through a crowd. 

“The color of her eyes,” 

That one wasn’t hard. Her eyes were her most notable feature. A shade of bright blue that almost looked as if they were glowing. Clear and shining whenever she smiled down at him, twinkling with delight. Stormy and burning with the fire of rage whenever someone dared to challenge her. Cold and sharp as ice whenever she faced her enemies, in battle or otherwise. He sort of inherited, the mixing of those blues and the gray of his father giving him the harsh steel color of blue gray for him. 

“Yes, but the strength of her posture. The poise of her entire being. Do you see her?” 

Yes, he could see her as clear as day. He has always seen her. Her spine as straight and unyielding as worked steel as she sat on top her golden throne, matching the steel of her gaze. Her poise radiated “predator” to all who even dared to think of the idea of challenging her. Ready to pounce and tear apart at the drop of a hat. But never toward him. Whenever he appeared, her stature shifted from Queen to Mother. Her stony face cracked apart to reveal the bright smile and the pride in her eyes. 

“Yes. I do see.” 

“And who is she?”

 Just as he was about to answer, the doors opened to reveal the most powerful woman in the Spiral. Mama. Empress Lucette. At her appearance, his face broke into a wide grin. 

“Mama.”