#( but have an angsty prince)

[noodles-and-tea]

i love your modern merthur art so i have to ask, what do you think Arthur’s favorite and least favorite thing about the 21st century would be if when he’s revived?

I think (once he gets used to it) Arthur would really appreciate technology and playing easier Nintendo games (especially if Merlin can play with (for) him)

I think he’d also like binging tv or movie series and comfy clothes (he lives in sweats) and taking very long, hot showers (figures)

As for his least favourite things I think he would occasionally get homesick, less as he grows accustomed to his new life but he would definitely miss his friends and the knights and Gwen.

:(

[beanghostprincess]

Okay, so I haven't watched all of FMAB yet, but I love how Ed is so fucking oblivious. He got a gorgeous girl, way smarter than him and out of everybody's league, who plays with the cord of the telephone when they speak together because she's down bad and laughs softly when he talks. And he's like "yeah, yeah, well, I am glad you're alive haha I thought they were going to brutally fucking murder you today. So that's a relief. Bye, super best friend in the world" and hangs up like the moron he is. But not only that, because well, they can't see each other so I get he doesn't notice the crush in Winry's voice, BUT LING?????? Dude has been with that prince inside a guy's stomach and has carried him around and cooked him his boot and yelled at him for giving up because he can't leave somebody as ambitious as him there without accomplishing what he wants, and then he says some gay bullshit like "Ling is still in there" after looking at Greed's eyes ONCE. One thing is not realizing a girl is crushing on you but Oh my God Edward for fuck's sake get a clue and realize you like men-

[zuppizup]

Thinking about the fact Runaan is free and his arm appears unharmed by the binding, while we know Rayla has chronic pain from hers.

Just another lil titbit of guilt to put on the man.

[captaindamianos]

Inktober Day 1 - Dream I picked the idea of Damen's day dreams/imagination of how it could have been between them without the war

[darknoverse]

idk but the other day i had a dream about TOO and DT (almost very common dreams to me lmao) and along all the cool stuff there was these scenes with rosetasma i dont remember much but this one i specifically recall and it makes me go owaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa/pos

on another note i made sm doodles too lmao

specifically been working on Rosethorn's armor design , i think it's neat

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[rainintheevening]

"Telmarines? In Narnia?"

----

"We fought the Telmarines before, you know."

Caspian blinked at the girl (though she seemed more woman than girl, he guessed her to be close to his age) sitting beside him.

"When do you mean? Before when?"

Queen Susan pursed her lips, glanced at him sideways, before staring back into the flames. Their light danced over her face, warm orange flickers reflected in her eyes.

"It was... in the sixth year of our reign. In the fall of the year, when they appeared in the Western Woods, coming over the far Western mountains, the trees said."

Caspian couldn't suppress a little flinch at the mention of the trees.

Queen Susan must have noticed, because she smiled a little. "Why do you think your people fear the woods so much? It was the dryads and hamadryads that went to war for us then. Who saved Ed–"

She stopped too suddenly to be natural, and Caspian leaned forward, curiosity piqued. "I do not know this part of my history," he said quietly, felt a little niggle of shame. He was very aware of her use of 'your people'.

"But you fear the woods," and her smile was sad.

"We burned them." The words came before Caspian could think them over. "We burned the woods to beat them back. There is a nursery rhyme my aunt taught me, about the smoke, and the fire of the Telmarines."

He stopped, horror struck, shame wrapping round his throat, and the queen's glance burned him, even as tears filled her eyes.

"Leave me. Please." Gentle, even in grief.

Caspian opened his mouth, gripped by remorse, but when she turned her face still further away, he thought better of it. For what apology could he offer to remedy the sins of his millenia-dead ancestors?

He rose, bowed, turned away, miserable with the weight of it all.

Across the large, low underground room, he caught the eye of a dark-haired young man who had just entered, a piercing glance, before King Edmund was looking past him, waving a hand at someone else.

It was the trees that saved Ed, Queen Susan had said, and Caspian shivered suddenly, even in that close air.

Saved him from what? Or more correctly whom?

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[tategaminu]

Ya know, I find super cute that Rayla and Callum don’t fight in S5, not once. They don’t even bicker. It’s the only season (TTM included) where this doesn’t happen. Now, I’m not saying good couples don’t fight, that’s impossible but like, in S4 we see Callum getting angry or antagonizing her over the smallest stuff, just to have an excuse to be mad and because he’s hurting but S5? He could have been mad in the bow scene but he just doesn’t. He gets mad at Opeli instead. He just acts patient and doesn't think any ill of Rayla's actions. In Rayla’s case she never resents him over his behaviour in S4 and even understands the way he acted, these two aren’t fully together yet and they act more united and patient with each other than ever :,)

[theprinceandthewitch]

I really do find it incredibly irritating how TOH plays all sides of the shipping board just because they don't want to upset shippers.

It's why you get Evelyn looking more like Luz than Willow - it's also why her face is never shown. Even if Dana didn't want to get into the Caleb/Evelyn and Philip murder drama, there isn't any reason for her face to be obscured UNLESS the goal wasnt to upset shippers

It's why you get Luz's type of of boy being angsty warrior princes like Hunter - it's also why all of Hunter's important moments involve Luz and not Willow.

This is why you get Hunter dying and coming back to life looking like Caleb pleading with Luz to help him fight Belos in TTT, but then his entire arc culminates with him holding pinkies with Willow FTF. This is why all the interesting themes Hunter brought to the table were completely kneecapped by his relationship with Willow.

It's fucking bizarre LMAO.

[wikitpowers]

(i don’t think it’s properly sunk in yet)

[lolabearwrites]

My happy, ideal ending: the star-touched elves become the final boss of the series and the gang team up with Aaravos to take them down (somehow) then Aaravos can bring Leola back with the last quasar diamond, and they can go back to the stars happily ever after

[milkbreadtoast]

yu junghyeok and prince cedric have like practically the same design (+v similar personality) but listen the Vibes they have r diff... idk if this makes sense but u know charas w tired dilf energy... YJH has that but not cedric.. hes like a baby.. the way I describe it is YJH is babygirl but cedric is just my baby🫂🔥🔥🔥*gets incinerated* SKJDJ idk if it's noticeable at all but I try to capture diff vibes when I draw them....

when i draw cedric i try to go full shoujo... he is a romance novel male lead... sparkly eyes bright colors 90s anime blush... goes full squish mode when drawing him chibi MFNSKJ🤭

but when i draw yjh im like... no i have to convey the Angst and Depression.... *gives him dark circles and takes the light from his eyes*😇🖤

idk if it's noticeable but I also try to differentiate their designs in subtle ways (besides eye color etc),,, I give them diff eyebrow shapes!! I like YJH with triangle brows(thicker at the ends) and cedric w tapered brows(thicker toward the middle) like the webtoon... I also try to make cedric's hair a bit curlier than YJH🥹

[creative-shine]

I know what buff louise means now and it's not as badly portrayed as I feared it would be LMAO

lou visually being trapped mid unification within Louise is actually a really cool idea, i get the buff thing yeah ok she worked out with Benjamin but it's passible for me. I DO wish they made her just a littleeeee but more creepy looking instead of just being buff imagine how cool of a monster design she could have had if it wasn't just buff 😔

[queenlucythevaliant]

Once, Always

(Edmund has an abundance of birthdays)

 .

“I say,” murmured Edmund sleepily as the fire burned low. “When do you suppose it is here? I mean—what time of year? Do you think it’s the beginning of September, the same as it was in England?”

“Summer,” said Lucy. “Certainly summer.”

Peter agreed. “I think it must be Highgrass, if I had to guess. Perhaps later. Greenroof?”

“If it’s Greenroof, then Edmund gets another birthday,” Lucy sighed. “Eleven or twelve, Ed?”

“Neither,” put in Susan. “A thousand, if you’re going to rationalize it that way. Now everyone hush, please, and get some sleep.”

.

Edmund’s birthday was the fifteenth day of Greenroof by the Narnian reckoning. Greenroof, late summer, when all the leaves were dark and broad. Narnian summers were long, but Greenroof was the last and best of the summer months. Greenroof was hunts through the dense foliage, blackberries heavy with juice, lazy afternoons, bonfires, wild romps, and the pleasant kind of sweat. Edmund’s birthday celebrations were always held on Dancing Lawn in the old days: the sort of long, laughter-bright nights that summer was made for.

. 

The second time Edmund celebrated his eleventh birthday, it was just past three months since he and his siblings had returned home from the country. Their house was glass-strewn and battered, but still standing when they arrived home. By August it was beginning to feel really safe again, but sometimes Edmund still woke in the night to find his mother standing silent in the doorway, drinking in the sight of her two sons returned to her.

The professor sent one of Ivy’s famous spice cakes for Edmund’s birthday. It arrived tied in red string, which made Lucy reminisce fondly about dear Mr. Tumnus. Edmund’s siblings pooled their allowances to buy him the new Nero Wolfe detective novel, and his mother gave him a new cap and an electric torch.

“How do you feel?” his mother asked over dinner.

“I don’t feel any older, if that’s what you mean,” he said. “Eleven feels just the same as ten did yesterday.”

. 

All four of them missed their birthdays the first year in Narnia. Too much else was going on at the time, and none of them was quite sure when their birthdays were supposed to be besides. The measurement of time was a thoroughly tangled issue.

The Narnian year had four hundred days even, divided into fourteen months of inconsistent lengths. Furthermore, the kingdom had only known winter for the last hundred years. The Narnians themselves were still remembering how the calendar worked in a world where the seasons changed. They didn’t have the words yet to explain it to their sovereigns.

. 

“Eustace,” said Edmund, “your journal is wrong.”

“Give me that,” Eustace scowled at once. “I know it’s wrong, but there’s no need to rub my face in it. Aren’t I trying to make up for how I was?”

“No, no, that’s not what I meant. The month is wrong. You’ve got September written here, but time works differently in Narnia than it does in the Other Place. Haven’t you noticed that it’s summer, not autumn?”

“Oh.” Eustace shrugged. “I followed Occam’s Razor and assumed that the climate here was different rather than time itself.”

“Occam’s what?” This was Lucy.

“Occam’s Razor: the simplest solution to a problem is the most likely—never mind. Well, go on, what month is it?”

“Highgrass,” said Lucy.

“July,” said Edmund at the same moment. “More or less.”

 .

They worked it all out one afternoon as the second spring of their reign was ending. Peter and Susan wrote out the English calendar on one stack of parchment while Edmund and Lucy sat down with the Narnian calendar and penciled in seasonal markers as best they could manage.

“The first crocuses came up right at the end of Cleardome, yes?”

“Yes, I think so. And the snowdrops were in their full glory that month too.”

“How do you want to deal with leap year?”

“Just forget about it. Narnia doesn’t have anything similar, so I think twenty-eight days for February is fine for our purposes.”

“Magnolia in Laceveil, yes?”

“Laceveil is a good marker in general. We ought to set that as May and go from there.”

Birthdays were guesses, no matter how much counting they did. Yet as memories of England receded and Narnia’s world blossomed into everything they knew, those guesses solidified into fact. Edmund turned eleven for the first time on the fifteenth day of Greenroof. He was the first of his siblings to celebrate a proper birthday in Narnia.

. 

The fourth time Edmund turned twelve, he received another electric torch to replace the one he’d lost. He laughed for half a minute, holding that gift in his hand.

“Really, you should have expected it,” said Susan primly.

"I did."

Their mother tsked and added something about keeping track of one’s belongings, but that was alright. His siblings understood.

Edmund flicked on the light and watched the beam land on the far wall across the living room. Bright at the edges and dark towards the center where the bulb was. He moved his wrist sideways and watched the spot of light follow.  

. 

Edmund might have forgotten about his birthday aboard the Dawn Treader if Lucy hadn’t remembered. She conspired with the cook to have a spread of Edmund’s favorite foods at supper (such as could be managed at sea) and coerced Rynelf into playing jigs on his fiddle afterwards. While they were dancing, Caspian called for a cask of his best wine, and soon the ship’s whole company was making merry like only Narnians could.

“Didn’t you have a twelfth birthday the last time you were in Narnia?” Caspian asked curiously as the party was dying down.

“Yes,” Edmund replied, “and the time before that too. Confused yet?”

“Ed has all the luck,” Lucy pouted playfully. “We always seem to return to Narnia in the summer, so he gets all the extra birthdays.”

Caspian's face lit up. “How extraordinary! When’s yours then?”

“Cleardome. There’s a year and a half between Ed and me, and he never lets me forget it.”

“It’s really not as exciting as all that,” Edmund added. “We’re not living our lives backwards, or unstuck in time, or any such nonsense. It’s more like—our lives are folded in on themselves, you see? But never the same way twice.”

“I think it’s more like music than anything else,” Lucy said, a kind of fond wistfulness in her voice.

“Yes,” said Edmund. “I know what you mean.”

. 

On the thirteenth of Greenroof, the Telmarines laid down their arms and surrendered to Old Narnia. The next day, messengers were sent forth across the land with news of the surrender and with terms for the Telmarines. Caspian’s coronation followed, and then Edmund woke and it was his birthday again.

Breakfast that morning was long and languid, for Peter and Susan knew that they must say farewell to Narnia, even if the younger ones did not. They lingered round the table with Caspian and Trumpkin and the rest, and presently Peter offered a toast.

“To my brother King Edmund, who is eleven and twelve and sixty-three and thirteen hundred years old today.”

Everyone raised their cups and repeated, “King Edmund.” Caspian nodded and added, “Long live the king,” with an almost ironic tilt to his head.

Naturally, Edmund nodded back. “And to you, King Caspian. Long may you reign.”

Another round of assent followed, and then Lucy cleared her throat. “But also,” she said, “To late summer and the rebirth of Our Narnia. And to the land, the sea, the hills, the trees, the sky, Cair Paravel-by-the-sea and Dancing Lawn and all the flowers that are still in bloom. And to the color green. To all of us here today, and to those who are gone. And to Aslan.”

“Here, here.”

There were tears in Susan’s eyes now. “Happy birthday,” she whispered, and squeezed Edmund’s hand tight. Edmund looked down at his plate, fiercely overcome with love for this place and these people. In a strict, chronological sense, it had been less than a month since his last birthday, but how did the saying go? Time was just a tangled string, or falling snow, or whatever else Aslan told it to be.

. 

“Bother,” said Edmund, “I’ve left my new torch in Narnia.”

Everyone chuckled at this, but Susan said, “Wait a year. We’ll get you a new one for your next birthday.”

[witch-sweets]

I've been thinking about how little surviving information there would be on The Prince and how the only major detail about his life that could even potentially be listed in public history is that he was dating Vannesa

I wonder how many scholars would search fruitlessly for information about this relatively unknown royal who died before he could even graduate

I wonder how many history books on Subcon just list him as "Vannesa's Prince"

[ad1thi]

( @ifmywishescametrue i finally wrote smth)

"Nice tie," Steve reaches out and lightly brushes his fingers over Tony's tie. It's a dark red material, more burgundy than red if Steve's being totally honest, and it's soft to the touch.

"Silk," Tony answers his unasked question, "It's a new purchase." It comes out bland, almost pompous, and there was a time that Steve knows better now. Understands Tony better now.

He hears what goes unsaid : I bought it just for you.

On impulse more than anything, Steve fishes it out from where it's been neatly tucked against Tony's off-white shirt. It makes Tony look distinctly unruffled, in that his tie is now out of place, and nothing else, is. Every other part of his ensemble : the suit, the shoes, his hair, are set perfectly, nothing out of place.

Except his burgundy tie. Because Steve's pulled it out from hiding.

They're at a dinner for some foreign dignitary who's name Steve cannot remember for the life of him. The dignitary's being hosted at the White House, and supposedly, Steve is here because his mother is unavailable and it would look back if nobody from the First Family were to make an appearance at this very important dinner for a person he's likely never even met.

In reality, Steve is here because he's currently having vivid fantasies about Tony's burgundy tie wrapped around Steve's wrists, pulling his arms up and over his head; against the headboard in his room.

They're in public, milling around the dinner because it's still the appetiser and networking stage. That is to say : Steve should absolutely not be doing what he's doing, which is fiddling with Tony's tie in a manner that's distinctly not very 'we're actually super platonic heterosexual friends and not sleeping together in any capacity.'

Experimentally, Steve wraps the tie around his palm, and tugs. Tony lets out the tiniest of whimpers, and Steve is overcome with the desire to chase the sound, see if it can get louder, softer, weaker.

tbc

[silkiecorn]

A story about mushcup