#a horrible father

[noelledeltarune]

EVERY SINGLE DAY there are MILLIONS of characters in their late 20s who get falsely accused of being father figures to teenagers when in reality the description of "weird older cousin" or "step-sibling that moved out before you were born" is 1000000x more apt

[thegunslingerletmedrop]

[rwsdarw]

Hate this but whatever

[whimsyvixen]

I'm just saying, I would have given them more children

[gert-the-disaster]

what’s the matter is he stupid?? (haha did this fnaf challenge cause it looked real funny)

og image 🤘

[star-rie]

canon merthur is so special because they’re ACTUALLY the only one who gets to accompany the other meeting each-other’s deadTM parents.

we saw arthur meeting ygraine only through merlin lens (+ the whole sigil thing????) and the only one who get to see merlin and balinor spend time with each-other is arthur

[quarksparrow]

I was paying attention enough during my second play through to give the quasit scroll to Gale, so we now permanently enjoy the company of our filthy-mouthed and murder-hungry little demon familiar. I love her.

[literallyjusttoa]

"A Jester can mock, and the King cannot fight

For the gift of free thought is the jester's one right."

A sweet golden prince who lived up in the sky,

Listened to his families' terrible fights,

The ceiling would rumble, the tile would shake,

The throne room was fragile, and soon it would break.

He'd attempt to speak, but it never went right,

His father would rage, and he'd lose every fight,

As decades passed by, it soon became clear,

The King saw his son as a monster to fear.

The Prince quickly followed every command,

Only to be trapped by his father's cruel hand,

Years of destruction with no end in sight,

This war would not end with a large act of might.

And so the Prince stopped fighting fire with fire,

And instead he pulled out his golden stringed lyre,

Since he had no respect, he would leave the King's cage,

And swap out the throne room for a shining stage.

He taunted with wit and he giggled with guile,

And even his sorrow he shared with a smile,

His father's gaze lessened, his temper was tame,

As his once "Golden Prince" treated life like a game.

The centuries passed and the mirth never ceased,

The sun never set on the first son of Greece,

He danced for his siblings and bit down his pain,

Since each peal of laughter meant there'd be less rain.

There's only one role for which there are no rules,

So who is the jester, and who is the fool?

[vulptalia]

Arthur came to a stop by the boy’s side. The flames were hot here, in the lawn of what remained of the White House. Behind them, drowned by the roar of the flames, the city continued to fall.

“Get up.” Arthur demanded, a sneer growing on his features, disgusted by the pitiful display in front of him.

Alfred kept his head turned and down, like a petulant child, one hand supporting his chest, the other supporting his weight. He didn’t even give Arthur the satisfaction of a “No.”

The era of War of Independence into War of 1812 is ripe with angst! I loveee family drama. Heres a crop of the lads.

[fauvester]

little moshang fan kid <3

spoiled, aloof, a bit of a bitch, terminally 'weak constitution'-ed, lowkey lazy, prefers reading his dailies in the office and pretending to do paperwork to fighting

[bi-buckrights]

Brb thinking of repressed Tommy growing up with a misogynistic, racist, homophobic father who only makes Tommy hate who he is, until he’s hidden all the good parts, even from himself.

And then the Army, which obviously isn’t known for its progressive culture, but at least he’s away from his father, and he maybe has a chance to start to discover those parts of himself he had kept locked away for so long.

But then there’s Gerard at the 118. And suddenly he’s a kid again, burying all the beautiful parts of himself and locking it away to protect himself from his father, reshaping himself to fit the image of what he was taught a man should be, the man he had to be so he can survive at work, until he doesn’t even know who he is.

But then Chimney comes along, and then Hen. And he starts to question everything that has been so deeply ingrained in him until one day, after he’s left the 118, he allows himself to start peeling back the defenses he built around himself, and he finally sees a glimpse of hope

[saltpepperbeard]

Stede + His Babies

[louhinks]

Good Evening to all 4 people in the KCD tags

[littlebittyhollowbugs]

They drive me insaaaaaaane !!!!!!!!!!!!

[crazy-ache]

We are not the same.

Some folks: SJM foreshadowed a blood duel between Azriel and Lucien in the Bonus Chapter to win Elain’s heart/claim his mate.

Me, an intellectual: SJM foreshadowed the blood duel in regard to Lucien because he will use it to save Elain’s life, likely from Beron, because this time he will be powerful enough to stop Jesminda’s fate from repeating itself again.

[thesummerestsolstice]

Elrond hides from the stars, at first. Morgoth's hazy corruption hid the sky, at Amon Ereb, and the Feanorians didn't spend much time outside at night anyway– it was dangerous, even for hardened warriors.

Maedhros and Maglor taught them about the stars of course, they were determined to give E&E education befitting of elvish princes, and no such education could be complete without thorough studies of both astronomy and the elvish star lore from the days of Cuivienen. Still, while they could chart the course of any star across the sky, and tell the tale of any constellation, E&E rarely actually got to see the stars.

They could, on rare nights when the smog wasn't so bad, see Gil-Estel, brightest of them all, faintly shining through the haze. They knew what it was. They didn't know what to think about it. The Feanorians didn't like discussing it, so E&E didn't either.

But then, Elrond and Elros left the Feanorians. Maedhros and Maglor sent them away from just about everyone and everything they'd ever known. They came to Gil-Galad's camp as traumatized children who were treated as objects of curiosity, veneration, even suspicion. Eyes follow them everywhere, and their gaze is never neutral– always approving or disapproving, angry or joyful, awed or fearful.

Gil-Galad's camp, guarded by Maiarin soldiers, is nearly free of Morgoth's corruption. For the first time, E&E see the light of the sun and moon in their full glory. They also see Gil-Estel, burning brightly against the dark sky; no faint light.

Elrond doesn't like it. He feels like Gil-Estel is watching him. When he tries to explain this to Gil-Galad, he's met with sympathy– of course Earendil is watching over him. But Gil-Galad doesn't understand.

Elrond hasn't gotten used to being watched, being evaluated, at Gil-Galad's camp. He'd never felt that way at Amon Ereb– where there had been far fewer elves and his presence had quickly become normal. All those elves watching him now? Viscerally uncomfortable. And the thought of the father he barely remembers being another set of eyes judging him is unbearable. After all, what if Earendil doesn't like what he sees?