#Royal Suits au

[royalarchivist]

Pac: In a- in a far far away tower, there used to live a prince called Fit, waiting for someone to climb over the top and save him!

Fit: [Laughs]

Pac: Kinda like Shrek, you know? [Laughs]

Fit: That's right. I've been waiting!

[Context: They were talking about how Fit's "house" looked like a tower / water tower.]

[billsbae]

i love a good hogwarts au in every fandom i'm in, so here's my houses headcanons for atla

katara — gryffindor

sokka — ravenclaw

aang — hufflepuff

toph — slytherin

suki — gryffinor

zuko — hufflepuff

azula — slytherin

mai — slytherin

ty lee — slytherin

[enjoythesilentworld]

Wille's Month - Fashion/Style

wow day 15! @youngroyals-events tack! <3

AU. Crown Prince Wilhelm finally meets his favorite artist, Simon Eriksson, at the Met Gala.

read below or on ao3. (T, 1.4k)

Wille took a moment to steel himself, inhaling one long, deep breath, before he’d have to face the inevitable. He could already hear the shouts, the camera clicks, and none of those were even for him yet. It wasn’t often he found himself surrounded by this many other famous people, especially not of this caliber, so he was a bit nervous. 

It was his own fault, really, that he’d found himself sitting in a black town car, in a stuffy suit, waiting to enter the most notorious fashion event of the year. But, with all of his duties as Crown Prince of Sweden, all of the handshakes and baby-kissing and ribbon cutting, he’d needed to carve something out that was his own. While he adored helping people and finding those tiny moments of joy in an otherwise suffocating role, Wille craved something that was just his. Delving into fashion had been his own personal fuck-you to the Royal Court at the beginning. They hadn’t been too keen on a big ‘coming out’ – and honestly, neither had Wille, not wanting to deal with all the drama – but the clothes he had a little more leeway with. Meeting with designers and learning about fashion was one of the few ways he could bring a bit of Wille into his position. If he wore things that were a bit more feminine or not-fitting for a straight crown prince, so what? The headlines would be what they were. It all helped him breathe a little easier, too, knowing that this part of his life was still his to control.

The theme of this year’s Met Gala was ‘Grimm Couture: Origins of Fashion’ and the dress code followed closely as ‘A Fairytale Encounter’. The royal-ness of it all hence why the Crown Prince of Sweden would be in attendance. Wille was honored, he supposed, to have been invited in the first place. It did seem a little bit too much like all the other events he usually attended – a night of rich people flaunting their wealth and pretending there were zero problems in the world – but the Court had insisted. Once he found out that Simon Eriksson would be attending, Wille had stopped putting up any sort of fight. 

With a final gulp of air, he nodded to the driver. A moment later, the car door opened, and a million flashes and shouts hit him all at once. Blinking away the initial shock, Wilhelm stood and waved politely, the perfect-prince mask slipping into place. Not wanting to draw too much attention to himself but wanting to fit the dress code, Wilhelm had leaned into the fairy tale aspect. He chuckled slightly at the thought of Erik seeing him now, parading around in a light green and gold suit decorated with lily pads and willow branches. It felt nice to still have an inside joke with him, imagining Erik laughing at his little brother, The Frog Prince, attending such a prestigious event. 

Slowly, he was guided, buffeted by multiple security guards, toward the main event and the main red carpet. He tried not to look too obvious as he glanced around, only really looking for one person. The saturation of fame in such a small space was astounding. Wilhelm was a different kind of famous from these people. A few tweets would be sent out by random people questioning his identity or purpose for being there and (hopefully) complimenting his suit. The rest of this crowd, though, were real famous people, renowned around the world. Like, for example, Simon Eriksson. The man was three-quarters of the way to an EGOT, and he was only 24. He also happened to be Wilhelm’s favorite music artist and the main star in his dreams. They followed each other on socials but had never spoken in real life. Tonight, Wille hoped, that would change.

When he got to the bottom of the stairs, Wilhelm spotted him. An absolute vision of sin, Simon Eriksson wore a deep purple affair, dripping in silver jewelry and pants so long and layered they might have been a skirt. His jacket was cropped and open in the front, revealing a bare, toned chest and midriff.  

Voices shouting his official title shook Wilhelm out of his trance, and he let his eyes linger a second longer before turning to the photographers in front of him. Wilhelm made his way up the stairs distractedly, posing and half-heartedly answering interviewers questions. He simply could not look away from Simon, who was working his way up the other side of the stairs. 

A few times, Simon caught Wilhelm staring and smirked devilishly at him. Wilhelm would whip his head back around and attempt to smooth his features, having to ask the poor journalist to repeat their question. Halfway up the stairs, Wilhelm zeroed into an interview Simon was giving right behind him. 

“Simon, Simon! Tonight’s theme is all about fairy tale encounters. What fairy tales inspired your look tonight?” 

Wilhelm couldn’t help but glance over his shoulder as Simon let out a warm laugh. 

“Well, I’ve never been much of a believer in fairy tales. But looking around tonight,” Simon said thoughtfully, then turned and made direct eye contact with Wilhelm, “it seems I might find a prince of my own.” 

Wilhelm, aware of their surroundings, sent a kind smile back, then quickly turned away to hide his blush. 

The rest of their travel up the carpet continued as such, sending flirty glances at each other across the distance and adding piles of fuel to the media fire Wilhelm was sure to hear all about tomorrow. He couldn’t find it in himself to care. Still, he did his best to answer the interviewers questions, wanting to be respectful of their time and also to plug some of the charities he was proud to work with. 

As soon as he made it to the top of the carpet, Simon disappeared into the crowd. Wilhelm didn’t see him for hours. In fact, he thought he might’ve left. It wasn’t until the evening was beginning to draw to a close, and Wilhelm was beginning to accept the fact he’d never get more than a teasing look from a distance, that he ran into Simon in the men’s restroom.

“Kronprinsen,” Simon said in a mocking tone, dipping into a small curtsy. His pretty voice echoed slightly in the tiled room.

Wilhelm groaned. “Please, no. Just– Just Wilhelm is fine. Wille.” 

Simon’s eyes were playful, and, at this closer distance, Wilhelm could see the intricate black and silver eyeliner accentuating them. Thankfully, it seemed the bathroom was empty, so no one would see just how weak in the knees Wille was feeling.

“Okay, Wille,” he nodded, “I’m Simon.”

“I know,” Wille blurted. “I mean, how are you enjoying the evening?

“Ugh,” Simon rolled his eyes, “I hate these things. All the fuss kind of makes me sick, but I’ve got an album coming out soon, so the label insisted. Plus, who am I to turn down Anna Wintour?”  

“Well, you look absolutely incredible, regardless. I’m a little worried you’re in the background of all my photos and stealing my shine.” 

The immediate light in Simon’s eyes was worth the slight blush on Wille’s cheeks. Unknowingly, they had both stepped forward, bringing them closer in the already small space. 

“Oh, dear,” Simon drawled, raising a hand to grasp at Wille’s lapels, “Are you nervous that people are going to notice you’ve been staring at me all night?” 

At their sudden close proximity, Wille swallowed dryly. His eyes flickered down when Simon wet his lips, as if in invitation. 

“How could I have looked anywhere else?” he whispered into the space between them. 

Simon hummed. “Were you planning on staying much longer, Your Highness?” 

“Don’t call me that,” Wille groaned again and reached out to wrap an arm around Simon’s waist, then pulled him in. “But, no, In fact, I was just leaving.”

The last bit of space vanished between their bodies and Simon tilted his head up tauntingly, revealing even more of that beautiful neck of his. “I see. Me too.”

“Do you need a ride?” Wille asked, breathing the words into the sliver of air separating his lips from Simon’s. 

“I’d love one.” 

That was the last Met Gala either of them attended. Three years later, the notorious fashion event had a much smaller audience as the majority of the world turned its attention to the highly anticipated summer wedding of an Ex-Crown Prince Wilhelm and EGOT-winner Simon Eriksson. 

[princesssarcastia]

i really hate reading them 99% of the time because they're so hard to do well. and because everyone else usually focuses on the things i find least interesting about it.

but it's sooooo fun to imagine what your favorite characters would do as feudal lords. it's a fascinating question: what would this character do with unlimited executive and probably military power over an area of land and its people? people who depended on them? would they be a good ruler? a bad one? would they take it seriously? do their inherent qualities make them better suited to that role than the modern era? or are they truly a product of the time and place they come from?

because I'm me, this thought exercise is a chance to daydream about "what if I held a gun to this character's head and forced them to get involved in politics?", really.

on one end of the scale you have anakin skywalker, who would....not....have done well as emperor, or frankly as any kind of feudal lord. maybe don't give him more power over life and death, or taxes, or food supplies. maybe don't.

on the other end of the scale, you have jed bartlet, who i truly believe would have been more comfortable with unilateral authority and a divine mandate. somebody make that man a king. let his staff profess their undying devotion to him on their knees, the way they so desperately, secretly wish they could in canon. i feel like it would Fix Them. Leo McGarry wants soooooo badly to swear his sword to Jed. you know it in your heart to be true.

[aychama]

Voice claims for the royal au?

This ask got me doing homework dbfrkjrpflrş

Although I havent thought about their voices before (and I might change them in future who knows) this might give some insight me hopes (i legit typed "voice claim ideas" and clicked on random videos so dont hunt me cuz of these characters dhkfşflgğ)

Lambert:

Philip/Emperor belos (owl house) (Matthew Rhys)

Deckard(Bee and puppy cat) (Kent Osborne adventure time writer??????)

Miko (glitch tech)

Ayumu Murase (va)

Narinder:

King andrias (amfibiya) (HE IS KEITH DAVID?!?!)

Proffesor venomous (ok k.o.) (Steven Ogg THE GUY FROM GTA????????)

Takeuchi Ryouta (va)

[scuderiamint]

F1 shuake au

"" Goro Akechi sports a brand new special race suit and helmet combo for his first home race at the Japanese Grand Prix this weekend !! ""

aka Ferrari Akechi with a Crow inspired race suit :>

[rockingtheorange]

Steampunk FirstPrince AU (prompt)

Steampunk universe where Henry is unwillingly at the top of the city's wealth while Alex desperately needs to use his charm to survive.

They hate each other's guts since they meet at a fancy event because of a mistaken judgment: Henry despise someone so eccentric and satisfied by money, and Alex hates him for doing nothing for the majority of poor common people.

Aka they unknowingly hate the same system made of rich narcissistic people and want to reverse it but Henry is restricted by the government and Alex needs more power to do it.

What if, eventually, they join forces and start a war? How will it end?

[meraki-yao]

An image of Taylor as Orpheus and brunette Nick as genderbent Eurydice from Hadestown just popped up in my head and I went "... Huh."

[mafiatsunafish]

I saw a comment on Tiktok saying that George and Logan are basically the same person in different fonts. One is British and the other is American.

And I can’t stop thinking about it. Especially after seeing these two in almost identical suits.

(It’s America or American over there?)

[mikereads]

“I mean, I wouldn’t say no to the opportunity and cash prizes! Yes!” March said when asked if she’d ever return to the series helmed by Mariska Hargitay.

[spectralscathath]

Ruby... what have you done?

Antares AU! RWBY in the fashion of Alice: Madness Returns (the superior AiW adaptation) ♥️♠️♦️♣️

[cowardlybean]

Erm,, meowww?

[pronusespinosa]

Pov: You’re the leader of the Phantom Thieves and your rival (aka, soulmate) gives you this look.

Just a quick thing, still have no idea how to color things *thumbs up*

[zoeyandguys]

Ok I think this is something us in the Bendy Fandom has had in the back of our heads for awhile since DR came out but I like to bring it too your attention for the kind of horror it brings

Ink Demon Voice

+

Ink Demon Suit from Bendy Royale.

Thank you for your time

[movedtodykedvonte]

im curious, does cdap spam have the heart attack? if so it’s probably a miracle it didn’t go after banner

CDAP Spam does not have the heart attack or really any of the other attacks besides the pipis/minitons/healdeals.

I sorta think a lot of (not all tho) those attacks he had as a puppet were specific to the corruption in his body and not really what he would usually have or leftovers from any upgrades he installed as a big shot. The reset from the fountain effectively would have wiped out any of those attacks including the heart attack, which even then, was specific to only NEO. Though if Spam was to still have the attack it would be very dangerous and terrifying to use;

It is notably strong or dangerous but because that's his heart. Addison's souls are their heart-shaped objects and vice versa, it is the conduit that holds together their beings as shadows and helps whatever random assortment of organs they have function. It is not easy to expel it from the body unless induced for a check-up and can do a lot of damage to the host even if successful in combat (in my head it rips through their body as it's more of a species bug than a quirk).

If Spam used it to attack banner it'd hurt, but scare Banner worse. I'd imagine it'd look like veiny wires connecting to Spam's heart-shaped object, not a chain like when he was a doll, and a more horrified face on it as Spam is in a panic and the object is out of it's secure environment. Spamton himself would look like he's having a heart attack, maybe even dead, all the while Banner has to defend themself without accidentally killing Spam which would've been very easy if Spam could/did use the heart attack.

Banner would literally just have to lay back and take it before Spam calmed enough for the heart to return to his chest and it would've been a much different ending considering hitting someone with your most important aspect of your being probably isn't the best for you.

[scuderiamint]

BREAKING NEWS

In a shocking turn of events Mercedes-AMG have confirmed that their 19 year old reserve driver Akira Kurusu will be joining the team's main driver line up for the 20xx season !!

aka Mercedes Akira for a Shuake F1 au