#prince octavius

[cypher-gay1]

Octavius x male reader who is completely obsessed with him

Tw: NSFW, mentions of arranged marriage, child abuse, sexual assault , eating disorders

🧸 - At first, he is terrified of you, of course he is. It's an arranged marriage, having gone from only seeing his family and guards to being out of the castle and into your arms.

🧸 - On your wedding day, he wears a suit/dress that you picked out. If you picked a dress, his dysphoria will be through the roof but won't mention it at all. If you pick a suit, he will kiss your cheek and say thank you.

🧸 - You, dear reader, are fully obsessed with your new husband. Of course you will be, I mean, it's Octavius. You can take away all his basic human rights, and he won't complain. As long as you give him teddies and porcelain dolls, he won't mind. If you join in on one of his tea parties, he will willingly sit in your lap the whole time.

🧸 - It takes him a while to get used to physical touch, but once he is used to it? He will be wanting hugs and kisses all the time, melting into and becoming putty in your hands if he receives it .

🧸 - After he is used to you, he will come and hold your hand. He'll drag you away with him, so he can sit and read in your lap. He will also cuddle with you and play with your hands.

🧸 - He is the only willing darling. He knows you're obsessed, he isn't stupid, and he doesn't mind it. To him, it means he won't be alone anymore so he will even do things to make you more obsessed.

[tiny-librarian]

Royal Birthdays for today, February 23rd:

Louis IX, Duke of Bavaria , 1417

Matthias Corvinus, King of Hungary and Croatia, 1443

Salima Sultan Begum, Mughal Empress, 1539

Octavius, British Prince, 1779

Alexandrine of Prussia, Grand Duchess of Mecklenburg-Schwerin, 1803

Naruhito, Emperor of Japan, 1960

Estelle, Duchess of Östergötland, 2012

[didanagy]

Sons of Queen Charlotte and George III:

George IV (1763-1830).Coronation portrait by Thomas Lawrence, 1821

Prince Frederick, Duke of York and Albany (1763-1827)

William IV (1765-1837).Portrait by James Lonsdale, 1830.

Prince Edward, Duke of Kent and Strathearn (1767-1820). Portrait by Sir William Beechey, 1818

Ernest Augustus, King of Hanover (1771-1851). Portrait by Edmund Koken, after 1842

Prince Augustus Frederick, Duke of Sussex (1773-1843).Portrait by Guy Head, 1798

Prince Adolphus, Duke of Cambridge (1774-1850).Portrait by William Beechey

Prince Octavius of Great Britain (1779-1783).1782, by Thomas Gainsborough

Prince Alfred of Great Britain (1780-1782). Portrait by Thomas Gainsborough, 1782

[cocalynx]

Just imagine a movie with these two

[deepinthelight]

Characters played by Santiago Cabrera

[shahs1221]

More Otto/Petra sketches while waiting for a new keyboard~

[little-guys-tourney]

propaganda for characters with none:

Barcus Wroot: BEST GNOME. he deserved better. i could give him the world if the devs let me. barcus should not only be recruitable, nay, he should be romanceable. change my mind

Prince Naveen: adapted rather quickly to being a little guy. best disney prince. plays the ukelele.

Mii-kun: just look at him. prime little guy energy right there

Roddy St. James: BEST ANIMATED MOUSE

Remy: BEST ANIMATED RAT

Jedediah and Octaviaus: the original little guys! they're soooo in love

Enseo: the protagonist of a webtoon about being a little guy!

Nod: king of fashion!! his clothes are made of leafs

Zak Young: king of ENVIRONMENTALISM!!!

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[hellyeahhungergamessim]

oh, so that's why Diana hasn't been using her sword. Peter stole it.

[britneyshakespeare]

i love the way henry iv in david giles' production was dressed. wicked slay cunt.

[yc-roleplaygamefile]

Heirs of Strangers ╱ Ball in honor of prince Octavius of Great Britain: Magnus and Ekaterina meet for the first time.

[regexkind]

@birdblogwhichisforbirds

[pitt-able]

Prince Edward learns how to Swim

Even royal Dukes like to swim in the sea and Prince Edward, later Duke of Kent, learned how to swim in the summer of 1780.

He wrote to his older Brother Prince William, later William IV, on July 28, 1780 to congratulate him on his approaching Birthday, his recovery from an illness and to tell William of his trip to the seaside. William was the only one of George III numerous children that joined the Royal Navy and Edward did not neglect to include all the fleet movements that he could observe while staying in Sussex. Below the cut is a complete transcript of the letter but I mainly wanted to focus on two paragraphs.

Edwards Birthday Wishes:

My Dearest Brother,

I am very happy to congratulate you upon your approaching [inserted] Birth Day, as well as upon your late Recovery. We heard of your having been ill, and of your being recovered at the time, so that we fell no uneasiness at all, but were rather glad to hear that you had got over so unpleasant an illness.

Edwards learning how to swim:

I am upon the coast of Sussex now together with my two Sisters Elizabeth, & Sophia, & my Brother Octavius, for the benefit of bathing in the Sea; at first I did not like it much, but now I am fond of it. I begin to attempt Swimming, & I hope to get some notions of it before I leave this Place.

I find it quite noteworthy that Edwards congratulate William beforehand on his Birthday (I have always been told that that would bring bad luck.) He writes this letter on July 28 and Williams Birthday was on August 21 … so Edward was quite a few days off. There is a possibility that he thought this would be his last chance to write before August 21, but I find that rather unlikely. Since the word “approaching” was clearly added later, I could imagine that Edward simply confused Williams Birthday. We should not forget that in July 1780, Queen Charlotte was pregnant with her fourteenth child. Edward therefor had to keep track of thirteen birthdays, many of them being quite close together.

Prince Edward to Prince William, July 28, 1780, GEO/ADD/4/204/8 (03/30/23)

My Dearest Brother,

I am very happy to congratulate you upon your approaching [inserted] Birth Day, as well as upon your late Recovery. We heard of your having been ill, and of your being recovered at the time, so that we fell no uneasiness at all, but were rather glad to hear that you had got over so unpleasant an illness.

I am upon the coast of Sussex now together with my two Sisters Elizabeth, & Sophia, & my Brother Octavius, for the benefit of bathing in the Sea; at first I did not like it much, but now I am fond of it. I begin to attempt Swimming, & I hope to get some notions of it before I leave this Place.

If I should want to be put in mind of you, I am daily so [inserted] by seeing fleets pass before my window, bit I trust that my dear Brother knows that I want nothing to remind me of him.

We have had Captain Cummins of the Carisford Frigate to guard the Coast between Dungenness and Beachy Head; but he quited the Station on the Last Day of June; Lieutenant Macdowgal of the Flying Irish Cutter was lately relived by Captain Fortescue of the Scourge Brig, and Lieutenant Bivet of the Surprize Cutter. These two vessels in Company with the Carisford took a very good prize, as they were coming here. You see that by his Majesty’s kind care we are not entirely left at the mercy of Privateers that might have come this way.

We have all received great benefits from sea bathing. I daresay that your letters from Windsor inform you that all our family is very well. I conclude, Dear Brother, with assuring you that success to the fleet & continuance of good health to you are the constant & sincere Wishes

Of your very affect. Brother

Edwards

P.S. Mr. Bruyeres desires me to make his best respects & most sincere good wishes for the return of many of your Birth Day in health, happiness & glory [inserted] acceptable to your Royal Highness.

Pray give my compliments to Mr. Majendie, Mr Bruyeres begs to join with me.

[libraryofgage]

Harlequin Prince (2)

Part of: Steve Deserves Good Parents, Actually

Debbie and Fester Addams One | Two | Three | Four Rick and Evelyn O'Connell One | Two | Three Harley Quinn One | Two (you're here!) 10th Doctor and Rose One | Two (on the way!) Scooby Gang (there are plans for this one lmao, so plz be patient with me orz) Jedidiah and Octavius (from Night at the Museum) One Queen ClarisseRenaldi One | Two

This part was line-jumped on Ko-Fi, which means y'all got it sooner than I originally planned!

If you want to line jump your favorite series, you can learn more here

Ironically, even tho the post says about a week of turn around, I get so excited that somebody wants to line jump that I just write it immediately lmao

Steve finally gets a good fight in this one, but it ends way too soon the poor boy. Either way, he also gets to meet some of the party!

As always, if you see any typos, no you didn't ;)

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Steve knew his dad wasn't in the picture, but he never knew why. He never asked, but he started to get this horrible feeling after a while. Harley Quinn's past was well known to Steve, her previous...associate and her relationship with him isn't exactly a secret, no matter how much his mother tried to keep them from him. She couldn't protect him at school, and she couldn't protect him from hearing people talking on the streets.

So, yeah, from the age of nine, Steve walked around with this horrendous knowledge in his gut, a knowledge that he wanted to think was just him being paranoid. But it wasn't. He knew it wasn't. He just couldn't admit that to himself, and he couldn't ask his mother because he didn't want to send her down that particular lane of memories. So it festered, and Steve pretended it didn't exist at all.

Until, that is, his 13th birthday. It was held at Uncle Bruce's mansion because his mother wanted to go all out. It was as much a celebration for her (a full three years without getting sent to Arkham!) as it was for him (managing to stay alive for 13 years in Gotham with Harley Quinn for a mother). Steve hadn't minded, either, especially when he saw the absolute joy she had when picking out the hugest bounce-house she could find with Uncle Bruce's sleek black credit card.

The party was catered by Steve's favorite Indian restaurant, the guests were limited to immediate friends and family, the bounce-house was extra bouncy, and a table was practically buckling under the weight of the gifts piled on top of it. It was, by far, Steve's best birthday, surpassing even the one he spent in Arkham after letting Poison Ivy out of her cell.

"Hey, Dumplin'!" his mother shouted, waving at him from the top of the bounce house she'd managed to climb. When Steve looked at her, she grinned even brighter and jumped, launching off turrets and rolling down sloped walls before landing on her feet on the ground. "Let's get to them presents!"

Steve laughed, looked at the table eagerly, and nodded. Her grin somehow getting wider, Harley turned, cupped her hands around her mouth, and shouted, "GET YOUR ASSES IN GEAR, EVERYONE! STEVIE'S OPENIN' PRESENTS!"

Soon enough, Steve was standing in front of the table, surrounded by everyone, and not at all sure where to start with the mountain of presents. "You should open mine first," Jason said, grinning as he gestured to a bike-shaped package.

It was, in fact, a bike. A motorcycle, specifically, with a red and black helmet and the promise of lessons from Jason whenever he wanted. Steve loved it immediately and ignored Uncle Bruce muttering about driving laws and how Steve couldn't operate any motorized vehicle until he was fifteen. "Well," he said, "as long as I don't get caught by Batman, who's gonna know?"

That had earned him a laugh and his mother's hand ruffling his hair. "Go on, Dumplin', choose another."

Dick got him a literal outfit's worth of Wonder Woman merch, accessories included, that made Bruce look ready to pop a blood vessel. Tim gave him small tracking pins and a hacked handheld game console to watch the trackers with the promise of free upgrades anytime he wanted. Damien gave him daggers since he "wasn't good enough for real swords, but everyone should have a blade" on them, just in case. Cass, Steph, and Barbara pooled their skills together (and Alfred, they borrowed Alfred a lot) to make him an Unofficial Robin costume, complete with shorts only slightly less scandalous than Dick's original costume.

Bruce, when he finally stopped glaring at the three of them, gave Steve a fingerprint panic button shaped like a bat and easily attached to a key ring. "For emergencies, Steve," he said, "Just hold your thumb to it for three seconds."

"This is perfect for the next time we run out of ice cream," Steve said, grinning as he attached it to his key chain.

"Emergencies."

"Oh. So if we run out of mint chip, specifically. Got it."

Bruce merely sighed and let him return to opening gifts.

Alfred gave him a tin of homemade cookies that Steve immediately had to protect from the others. Poison Ivy gave him a Venus flytrap and the promise to help him grow it properly. Selina couldn't be there, but Bruce passed along her gift: a pair of goggles Bruce had handed over with a sigh and quiet request for him to use them responsibly.

Steve opened Duke's present last, eyes widening at the red leather jacket. "Wait, seriously?" he asked, holding it up as he looked at Duke.

"You're gonna be a troublemaker, Steve," Duke said. "Might as well make sure you're bulletproof for it."

Steve grinned wider and pulled on the jacket, swimming in the leather but eager to grow into it all the same.

There was nothing from his mother in the pile, but Steve figured the party itself was his present since she'd done all the planning. When she pulled him away to a secluded room in the manor after they'd all had cake, Steve realized it was just because she didn't want to share this moment with anyone.

She smiled at him, reaching up and gently tucking a few strands of hair behind Steve's ears. "You grew up so fast, Dumplin'," she said, sighing softly.

"Ivy says I'm like a weed."

"Ives is right," Harley said, nodding once before looking away. "Okay, ready for your present?"

"Wasn't the party my present?"

"No, no, Dumplin'. The party was for fun," she said, grinning as she reached behind her and pulled a comically-large mallet from seemingly nowhere. "This is your present."

Steve blinked, leaning over to look around Harley. "Where'd that even come from?" he asked.

"Jester Logic, Dumplin'. Don't worry about it. I'll teach you the trick later," she promised, holding the mallet out to Steve with an expectant expression.

When Steve took it, the weight threw him off. He frowned, shifted his grip, and suddenly had no problem holding it up. He took a closer look, noting the scratches and marks on the mallet and the faded paint. "This was yours," he said.

"Yeah, it was."

"I've never seen it before."

Harley sighed, tugging on one of her pigtails with a slight frown. "Yeah, well, I wasn't exactly a great person when I used it, Dumplin'. Tried to forget about that Harley and all," she explained.

"Then why give it to me?"

Harley looked back at Steve and smiled, reaching out to cup his cheek. "Cuz you're so much better than me," she said. "I think you'll do some great things, Dumplin', and maybe all the good you do will erase most of the bad this mallet's got."

Her words were so serious, her smile was so bittersweet, and she looked ready to cry and deny it. This was the closest he'd ever gotten to learning about her past straight from the source, a past he knew about it, a past that involved a certain person that haunts Steve's mind with terrifying potential. Suddenly, he had to know.

Steve didn't really think before blurting out, "Is the Joker my father?"

Harley froze, her shoulders tensing and her eyes widening as she stared at Steve. "You don't got a father, Dumplin'," she finally said, her voice quiet and her expression conflicted.

"Fine. Was he the sperm donor?"

With a sigh, Harley stepped closer and placed her hands on Steve's shoulders. "I won't lie," she said. "He is, but that don't mean a thing. His crazy ain't hereditary, Dumplin', and he's never gettin' anywhere near you."

"Does...does he know?" Steve whispered, "About me, I mean."

"It don't matter," Harley said, her voice firm and her eyes more serious than Steve had ever seen them. "I'll kill him before he gets near ya. Ives will kill him. Hell, Brucie wil---no, wait, he's got those pesky morals. Fine, Jason will kill him before he gets near ya. Actually, Jason'd kill him anyway, but the excuse will be good if Brucie scolds him for it."

Steve couldn't help laughing at that, feeling a little lighter when his mother smiled back at him. When his laughter trickled to nothing more than a smile, he asked, "Then, was I the reason you left?"

Harley nodded and gently tugged Steve into her arms, holding him to her and cradling the back of his head. "Yeah, you were," she said, her voice soft and soothing. "I was excited to tell 'im when I learned about you, but then I heard him talking to some goons. He was laughin' about running a kid over, breakin' their legs, and I realized...you wouldn't be special to him. You'd've been like his goons, all expendable and not even worth a glance. I couldn't put you through that, and I couldn't put me through it, either. So, I got us out the only way I knew how."

"By finding Uncle Bruce," Steve said.

He felt her nod. "By finding Brucie," she agreed. "He tried to deny bein' the Bat and all, but your mama ain't dumb, Dumplin'. I'd done my homework, and the butts matched. Once I explained it all, once I told him about you, he agreed to help."

Steve nodded, listening to his mother's heart beating against his ear. He glances down at the mallet again, tightens his grip, and takes a deep breath. "Thank you," he said, "for the gift and for telling me. I'll do good with it, I promise."

"That's my boy," Harley said, pulling back and ruffling his hair. "Now, lemme explain that Jester Logic to ya."

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Hawkins remains boring even after meeting Eddie. After all, Eddie's in high school (his second attempt at senior year, apparently), and Steve...isn't. He should be, probably, but there's no way he's stepping one foot in that suburban nightmare of a building. He can feel the normalcy, the utter boredom, oozing from the place, and he'd rather not subject himself to that.

So, he spends his day wandering around Hawkins, getting a feel for the little town until he could navigate the place blindfolded. He can do the same in Gotham, but it's more impressive there with the winding streets and sprawling sidewalks. Here, it's nothing special.

The most interesting part of his day is when he's sitting on the roof of a video store, one leg dangling over the edge with the other pulled to his chest so he can rest his arm on his knee. He's about halfway through a cigarette when a cop car pulls into the lot and a middle-aged man steps out.

He looks up at Steve, frowning as he calls up, "You shouldn't be there, son."

"I ain't your son," he calls back, grinning as he takes another drag and blows smoke out as the guy rests his hands on his belt. It reminds him so much of Gotham PD rookies trying to posture that Steve can't help laughing. "Is that supposed to intimidate me?"

"I'm serious, kid," the cop says, apparently ignoring Steve's question. "It's dangerous up there. If you don't come down, I'm gonna have to call the Fire Department to bring the ladder."

Steve sighs and puts his cigarette out on the roof. He gets up, stretches his arms above his head, and stands on the ledge of the roof. He grins at the cop, casually stepping into empty air and hearing the guy shout as he falls. He lands in a crouch on the awning over the door, swings to hang from it, and lands on his feet on the sidewalk.

It wasn't even much of a fall, but the cop looks like he's about to have a heart attack. Steve glances at the badge on his chest. "We done now, Officer Hopper?" he asks.

"Don't do that again," Hopper says, pointing a finger at Steve, "Or I will drag your ass to the station and call your parents."

Steve snorts, doing his best to hold his smile back. "I'll keep that in mind, sir," he says, giving a mocking two-finger salute before turning on his heels and walking down the street.

After a few blocks, he veers off into the forest, figuring he'll wander around the trees for a while before going to the Hideout to bother Bev and stare at Eddie and quietly pray someone else is gonna look for a fight.

Did he mention Hawkins is boring? Because it's fucking boring.

Steve sighs, kicking a stick as he shoves his hands into his jacket. He idly notes the forest is healthy. Sure, a few pieces of litter are strewn around, but it's not as bad as the parks in Gotham can get. Poison Ivy would find this place barely passable, which is hard to manage, and he's tempted to call her when he gets home to tell her about it.

He hums softly as he walks, enjoying the sounds of the forest until they just...stop.

The entire forest falls silent, which is weird; forests are too full of life to go silent. Even the bugs seem to have frozen in place, too scared to risk making a sound by moving. Steve stops, looking around him with a frown and trying to figure out what's caused this.

He gets the answer a second later when he hears a scream. The voice sounds young and cracks slightly, so it definitely belongs to a child. Despite himself, Steve can't help grinning as he takes off in the direction of the scream.

This is the most exciting thing to happen in the four weeks he's been stuck in Hawkins. As he runs through trees and easily jumps over bushes to take the shortest path, he makes guesses on what he'll find. Maybe Hawkins has a villain that's only now showing up. Maybe the town has a secret alligator or something that's decided to have a midday snack. Hell, maybe someone just decided to be a dick today.

He realizes every guess is wrong when he slides into a clearing to see a few kids (two boys, one girl) surrounded by some weird dog-looking...things. They have heads but no faces, crouched low to the ground and growling at the kids they've cornered. There's around ten of them, which would normally make Steve hesitate, but he's so desperate at this point for a real fight that he doesn't care.

Instead, he reaches over his shoulder, thinks about how fucking hilarious it's gonna be to jump out of nowhere with a giant mallet, and grips the handle as he swings it over his shoulder. "Hey, monster mutts!" he shouts, grinning when all the monsters and the kids finally notice him. "Let's play."

Pure, unfiltered joy rushes through him when the first monster-dog jumps at him. Steve's eyes are bright and his grin is positively feral as he swings the mallet and sends it flying into a tree. He roundhouse kicks another dog, using the momentum to bring his foot down on the head of a third before smashing its body with the mallet.

"Are you insane?!" one of the kids shouts.

"Certifiably!" he shouts back, watching as another monster-dog jumps at him. He waits for the perfect moment to back flip, bringing his feet under the dog to send it flying. He brings the mallet up as he lands, clocking another monster under the jaw. It yelps, crashing into another dog.

"Where'd this guy even come from?" the girl asks, turning to look at the boys with her.

"I don't know, but I'm happy to let him deal with the demodogs."

Oh. That's what they're called. Steve hums softly at the name, grinning as he twirls the mallet and swings with all his strength at one of the demodog. He rests the mallet on his shoulder like a baseball bat, watching the demodog arch in the air with an appreciative whistle. "Solid air," he says, nodding once before looking at the remaining demodogs.

There's only three, the others scattered in the clearing. He can't tell if they're dead or not, but he could always smash them to mush when he's done. Steve grins at the remaining dogs. "C'mon, then," he says, only to be filled with disappointment when they creep back, turn heel, and run.

"Damn, that's no fun," Steve says, sighing as he rests the mallet on the ground and leans on the handle. He looks at the kids. "You guys okay?"

The girl has orange hair pulled back into a messy braid. She's staring at him like he's got two heads but is kind of impressed by it. One of the boys has curly hair being smothered by his hat, and the other is wearing a basketball jersey. They're also staring at Steve like he's crazy. "Dude," the curly-haired one says, "that was awesome!"

"Where'd you get that mallet from?" the girl asks.

"Jester Logic," Steve explains, shrugging as he picks the mallet up and walks over. "Wanna hold it?"

When the girl lights up, he passes the mallet to her, snorting when she immediately staggers under its weight. "How do you hold this so easily?"

"Jester Logic. Again. It's funnier when other people find it heavy."

"That makes no sense," basketball jersey says.

"Who are you?" curly hair asks.

"Steve. Moved here recently. What about y'all?"

"Dustin," curly hair says.

"Lucas," basketball jersey says.

"Max," the girl says, her voice strained until Steve takes the mallet back, twirling it like it weighs nothing.

"Great. Nice to meet y'all. Now, what the fuck were those?"

"How much time you got?" Dustin asks.

Steve grins, thinking he's finally found something that can keep him entertained when he's not hanging around Eddie. "Plenty."

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List of names dowager Hatt Called the Engines

Thomas: Theodore, Timmy, thibault, Tabitha, Tyler, Tyus, tucker, Thaddeus, Tobias, Tony, Tommy.

Edward: Edwin, Erwin, Ezekiel, Ethan, Egbert, Everett, Emmett, Eric, Elliot, that train that once pushed that other train up a hill.

Gordon: Gregory, Geoffrey, George, Grayson, Godfrey, Gustav, Giuseppe, Graig, big train. Flying Scott’s brother cousin or something.

Henry: Harry, Hudson, Hitler, Hunter, green fat engine, hector, Hendricks, Hayden, Hyde, Hans, Hansel, Holmes.

James: Jon, Joe, Amos, Alma, Jesus, Jacob, bee sting train, Jerry, Judas. Jeff.

Percy: Paul, pasta, pea, Pedro, Perry, Pete, Pablo, diablo.

Toby: Troy, tony, Tobias, Tyler, Otis

Duck: Montgomery, Mona, Monty, Mussolini, bird train, Duke, Drake, (refused to call Duck as Duck because she thought it was too degrading)

Donald: Douglas

Douglas: Donald

Oliver: …. Which one are you again? Who are you again? Ozzy, Oscar, Otto, Octavius. Olivia,

Emily: Eleanore, Esmeralda, Esme, Erica, Emma, Evangelina, emerald, Ellen, Eva, Eve,

Diesel: Doris, Dennis, Daniel, Dan, David, you, who named you? The Deisel with no name.

Bill: Prince Buddy bear Xxavier Dijonny Nevah cash cash III (Bill told Dowager Hatt that was his full name when they met)

Ben: Sir Jermastesty Brexicalishrika Llallañalamopolisistyck Billy Bob Robert jones brother son XXVIII (also told Dowager hatt that was his name.)