#queenl

[learicmonae]

Above the limit you can’t find me 😌 #QueenL #explore https://www.instagram.com/p/CqT4QYOMkrS/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[animalstamp]

King Unicorn

The counterpart to Morning Star

Tribe: Icewings

Pattern: Slip with Snow

Horn: Glassblown

“Fur”: Curly/Feminine

Stature: Petite

Extra:

King Unicorn became ruler after his beloved sister met her end unexpectedly after laying her egg. The age difference between the siblings was vast as the last queen had only managed to lay her daughter very late in her life (after 5 different husbands). By the time his sister was born and hatched, he had been long into his adult years, enough so if there hadn't been a huge announcement the two could be mistaken for father and child. The parallel was further pushed as he took it upon himself to train the queenling to be the new ruler after their mother's passing. He was more a party boy and while he had been up to this point groomed to be the successor, he had no problems passing the title along. However, he was once again forced to take back the crown, as his sister being eager to not take as long as her mother to produce an

heir, was quick to jump into a match and lay a daughter. No sooner that she heard that she was having said daughter that she died under mysterious circumstances that are later labeled "laying complications".

Prince Unicorn, now King Unicorn did not appreciate that answer. Dragons suspected her husband but they didn't have to worry long about him. A week later he washes up on an iceberg with a hole thur his chest...Looks like a narwhal got him...

No. It couldn't be sweet King Unicorn. You know him! He's a lazy party guy! Look how he dotes on his niece and she isn't even hatched yet. Plus the husband was nearly twice King Unicorn's size. You look *half-melted for saying that.

*saying you look daft

[sentient-stove]

“Absolutely not on the snake.”

“He’s harmless!”

“That is a boomslang Annabeth, which I would argue is the exact opposite of harmless.” And Leo had almost been eaten by five hundred pounds of imitation basilisk, so he was all snaked out for the rest of his life. Annabeth however, was undeterred, holding up the snake like Simba.

“His name is Lawrence Montgomery!”

“No.” Leo repeated, and Zia lolled her head to the side, staring at the boomslang still being held aloft.

“He’s just a babyyyyyy.” She agreed, voice slightly slurred from her own viper bite and not enough antivenin. “Cmon queenling, let her keep the baby.”

Curse his resolve for weakening! But no- Leo could remain steadfast in his decision, he would not fall victim to a boomslang giving him puppy eyes. “Annabeth, as the highest ranked person here, I vote no.”

“Oh so now we’re using our position as betrothed to the Pharaoh for kicking Lawrence Montgomery out of the quest group. I want Marc’s opinion on this instead, he’s the oldest and highest ranked here since he actually married his Pharaoh.”

Godsdamnit.

“Marc’s opinion is actually irrelevant because he’s dead. The dead don’t get votes on if the snake’s coming with.”

[enbyprincex]

Queenlings~

OC art from the archives~

[mr-writes]

i’ve been writing like craaaaazy (for me anyway) this last week and i finally got to the introduction of my buff lesbian cult leader fallon and i’m losing my mind over her so i’m putting a snippet under the cut so y’all can join me

Standing next to Willow was a young woman not much older than them, perhaps around Juniper’s age, muscular arms crossed over a broad chest. Willow’s own arm was wrapped around her upper arm. Rowan and the young woman locked gazes and Rowan had never seen eyes as green as hers – they shone in the moonlight like the emerald necklace that Artemisia favored. Her hair resembled the firelight in the distance, a swirling rainbow of reds and oranges and golds, and was tied back roughly. It looked unbrushed and the rest of her looked equally rough. Her clothes, plain and monochrome, appeared to be handmade and clumsily so. Her skin was the golden hue of someone who spent all their time in the sun and it was dotted with small white scars that suggested manual labor. Freckles the color of her hair covered her face.

She was beautiful in a terrifying sort of way.

“Who are you?” she demanded, putting on the airs of a future queen. Oh, if only Artemisia could see her now.

“You’re pressing your luck, little queenling.”

[chaos-has-theories]

Heaptober Day 15: Soulmates

7 connected drabbles about Soulmarks, + a list of headcanons.

1.

Silas Heap had always been the kind to leave his mark wherever he went. His hands looked like a painter’s hands, covered in splatters of the brightest colours until there was barely a spot of skin left.

When Silas found himself staring into a pair of solemn purple eyes, he reached out without thought to brush the snowflakes from her lashes.

He wasn’t surprised, really, when he left behind a smear of bright grass green. He chuckled at the sight of the wine-red she’d given him in return.

Well.

He’d already known that he was going to take her home.

2.

--

Sarah Heap had given birth to seven sons.

She’d marked each of them in gentle turquoise the first time they were placed into her arms, and they’d left their marks in return. She could count out her sons in the splotches on her left hand: Simon’s dark green. Sam’s muted teal. Erik’s sould was golden yellow where Edd was dusted rose. Jojo was orange, impossibly bright; Nicko the blue of a storybook sea.

And of course there was the green mark on the back of her hand. It had never faded, even years after she’d brushed it against Septimus’ jaw.

3.

--

Every one of her boys Sarah marked the very first time she held them.

Not Jenna, though.

For months, Sarah would trace the rich blue handprint on Jenna’s shoulder; the purple mark at the back of her neck. “Someone misses you,” she’d whisper, and still there was no trace of turquoise.

After Sally left, Sarah couldn’t let go of Jenna. They won’t get you, she thought fiercely.

A tiny fist closed around her finger. Purple eyes looked up at her. I know, those eyes seemed to say.

When her daughter let go, she left five perfect rings of red behind.

4.

--

Jenna had grown up knowing she was loved. It was written in her skin: green and turquoise and orange and blue. Tiny handprints on her back from when Nicko and Jo-jo had reached for her as a baby. The teasing brush of Simon’s finger like whiskers on her cheek. Bo’s lemon yellow ringed around her wrist.

The pale purple on her neck, and the blue on her shoulder.

Sometimes, Jenna would look at the stars and think: Someone with a soul like the night sky had loved her once.

And if they’d loved her so brightly - where were they now?

5.

--

Boy 412 was not supposed to have soulmarks.

“A soldier doesn’t have attachments!,” Catchpole would roar at them whenever one of the boys had failed to cover up their colours.

So 412 wore sleeves over the green and sticky paste on the turquoise, and dutifully did not wonder who had touched him fondly, once.

After his capture, 412 did not take his scarf off for months. Not even once his fingertips were stained purple and his palm a deep red.

It was Sarah who finally untied it. When she touched the turquoise mark on his jaw, her hand fit perfectly.

6.

When the Dragon Boat opened her eyes for the first time in ten long years, there was red on her neck and green on her tiller, and she was free.

Jenna stared breathlessly at the enormous boat before them. “Look. They painted soulmarks on her.”

There were handprints all over the carved dragon body. Coral and burgundy, scarlet and win, with only few other colours dotted between.

Yet far away from the rest of the prints, Boy 412 had seen a solitary spot of purple. It was so… so vivid.

Jenna reached for the hull. 412 reached for the tiller.

--

7.

Septimus Heap had never had soulmarks.

He didn’t need any. Soulmarks made you weak: DomDaniel certainly didn’t have any.

So maybe he didn’t have the turquoise or the green that the Queenling and that Heap boy insisted he’d have. It didn’t matter. He didn’t need their soulmarks, or DomDaniel’s, or Zelda’s, or Simon’s. He could make it on his own. He would.

--

Three years into living as Merrin, his hand brushed his mother’s as they made dinner.

Nursie smiled so brightly at the pale, washed-out vermillion he left behind that he couldn’t help but feel happy about her greys, too.

+1:

Septimus does have a mark from Marwick, too. I just didn't have the space to fit in there; plus while 409 has to wear gloves to cover the green, 412 can just hold on to his pike, or pretend his hand got dirty. They got those marks when 412 pulled 409 out of a Wolverine's way as kids.

Dragons can get soulmarks! It's like the Imprinting. It's not quite the same thing as with humans; for example, they don't stain the humans back, but either way, the Dragon Boat and Spit Fyre both end up with Jenna and Sep's colours.

Rats also get soulmarks, but only from each other, and they're not as colorful and visible, so most people don't know about that. These days, Dawnie's mark has almost faded completely from Stanley's fur.

I just feel like Silas would, you know? He shakes a stranger's hand and comes back stained, laughs, and they're friends now. Which yes, means he absolutely has Marcia's purple somewhere.

Speaking of: The purple mark on Jenna is from when Marcia caught her during the attempt. The blue is her mother's, and OH RIGHT i meant to write a drabble about Milo getting his. Oh well.

I think it's important that some people have different colors than you might expect. Wotcher, Merrin.

This soulmate concept was shamelessly stolen from Coloring Inside the Lines; an absolutely and heartbreakingly fantastic Breath of the Wild fic. Can only recommend.

[blackkaatlynagency]

Brickyard mother's outback garden ... Gracious honey queenlings Honest Sown Honest Sown .. Harvest split wheat .. laurel crowning ivy chow .. bay leaf .. bay leaf ... I'm not really not aware .. I'm actually not too terribly busy .. and Kate .. and Kate .. and Maryjane .. and an jay birds court .. blaze ravens quiet eyelet .. hazelnut cove .. safe storm .. sky dark star stars story light .. skyward silhouettes shapes an history memory .. dreams and breath .. dreams and breath .. life and you .. one four three two ..

You're not not loved ..

Remember to eat ..

You are not alone

Candles be breath

Chosen be hive

Rose passages Poem

Tears and Creation

Slender Big Lots Solace P Wilson

Silver scales

Sails Tack

Winch and Boom

Sae Sea Seas See

Be guide me true

Love

When you don't give up everything becomes a gift

You are worth it

Solace .. solace ... Solace p Wilson.. look at me ... Look at me .. reaching out to her daughter Anne snatched the indolence sullen upon the yaw jaw bone line witch and bent her young image self born to tilt ruddy cheeks and face up toward the light ...

Solace ... Hive honey and scowls aren't going to win you any points now .. solace .. why did you hit that boy .. solace .. you struck him out of the clear blue ... This ... Her fatigue upon reason and ways not shish-ka-bob hush-puppies penny-loafers ..

Shaa..Zaam... An Ans .. qwerty

Duned

Soul Bade the Sea-Witch

Owl

Mask

Rich

Owl

Council

Solace

Hollow

Crow

Carrion

Raven

BlackCrown ElkRack SpiritWealth

Laurels Pairs Sails

Safe

Safe

Safe-Sails and ans Kate Blaaque

An Ans A8 @8 a@ an answers annana ananna an

Moon grace

Vail silk

Grace

[oflostinfound]

Scenario: Eath trying to understand how a Prince becomes a King and how most people use Prince / Princess to mean son / daughter of a King / Queen

Because to her a Prince / Princess is a title that means a specific level of power and falls UNDER a Duke / Duchess. Family relations have nothing to do with the title and she'd probably call what people consider a Prince/Princess a King/Queen In Waiting or a Kingling / Queenling

[afairytaleending]

Queenl* *mbition cause shes with madame

[learicmonae]

Been yo girl crush, ask about me 😏 #QueenL #gmorning https://www.instagram.com/p/Cpcu3VJsm37/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[cristi-cristina-safaei-farahani]

👑Ϻῖѕѕ βmw♔Th Queenl♔ No.1 📧•✯💕

[vladthetech]

On my trip to #DominicanRepublic, a photo at the #Cathedral #Basilica w/ #QueenL @looceemile rocking a #Vibras top from the @guess x @jbalvin #Collection (at Basílica Catedral Nuestra Señora de la Altagracia) https://www.instagram.com/p/B1pJ-e1B8I3/?igshid=ny1b8sliz0zu

[hivehivehive]

Queen Apoi

(She/Her)

The new queen of the Hive after the Infection was vanquished. Still a child, and still learning how to be a proper queen. She has a bit of a tendency to distract Hivelings from their tasks to hug them.

[daily-dose-of-memories]

[germpills]

sans did what was best for Britain #sanssweep #awesome #epic #gaymer #shesdead #finally #queenL #sansw

[septimus-heap]

Part 2 of this

Cerys is dating milo bc I say so <3 they met at a port before cerys had to go into hiding for real and he went with her. Anyway

Marcia wakes up somewhere warm. Her vision is blurred when she tries to open her eyes (definitely concussion) and every move she tries to make is far too slow, but every part of her aches and she is alive

What the fuck

She tries to stand up and collapses, barely noticing that she knocked something over with a huge crash and that there are now people in the room

Her head is spinning too much to understand what they're saying

She's unconscious again before anyone can say anything to her

She's in and out of consciousness for a while - she's not sure if it's hours or days or weeks. There were more spells on her than she'd realised and getting used to not having them is proving to be exhausting

Eventually she wakes up long enough to be told whats going to happen to her. The queenling - the princess - is going to go back to the castle and become queen. She is going to marry her boyfriend and they are going to help restore the castle back to something resembling normality

Marcia is going to be locked in the dungeon. Some part of her is relieved that at least it's not dungeon number one - she spent a week there once and never wants to go back, but she's also confused. Why are they letting her off so easily? She had thought, when she woke up on the floor by the fire, that they had kept her alive so she could be interrogated, or executed back at the castle.

The princess is baffled when she asks. You think life imprisonment is being let off easy?

Yes, she replies, I tried to kill you. I worked to tear down everything your family has worked for over thousands of years and all you're going to do is lock me up?

The princess doesn't understand what she means. Marcia can't bring herself to say that no she doesn't want to be killed, of course she doesn't, but she deserves much, much worse than just being locked up. She bites her lip to keep from talking and sits at the table with her hands still tied in front of her. It scratches but the princess still has her knife and she can't let them think she's trying to escape

Days later, they are discussing how to get back to the castle. They don't seem to have a boat large enough for three, and neither of them want to be alone with her

She knows the Vengeance is not far away, and wants very badly to say so, but doesn't. They don't trust her, any suggestion coming from her would be met with suspicion and they hate her enough as it is

It's hours before they ask her how she got there. She's tempted to joke, just to lighten the mood, just to get everyone to stop glaring for a moment. How did any of us get here, really? Instead she mumbles "there's a ship. Not far away" and leads them to it when they ask

The journey to the castle is uneventful, the princess' takeover of the palace less so. It is crawling with guards and all of them have been shown pictures of the previous queen - this princess is her mirror image and they are surrounded within moments of stepping onto Palace grounds

With a knife at her back, marcia raises her arms and Freezes them all. She staggers and is shoved forward before she has a chance to fall over. She is still drained from the week prior and not Freezing the princess and her boyfriend was more effort than it had any right to be

Once the guards in the palace are immobilised, she stops and falls to her knees. There is blood trickling down her neck from when she hesitated too long, her hair is sticking to her face and she is so, so tired. Her vision is starting to go black, and it is only seconds before she collapses onto the stone floor

The cell she wakes up in is fairly comfortable, all things considered. There's a bed, a blanket, a lantern, and even though her ankle is chained to the wall, the cell is small enough she can go almost wherever she wants inside it, save for about two steps in front of the door. She's seen worse, been locked in worse. The only downside is the nausea and the fear she gets from being in a space so small, but she's put up with that before and it's no worse than her seasickness

She spends a month there - maybe more, time is hard to keep track of when you're underground. Food is delivered, the candle is replaced. The queen comes to ask her questions but domdaniels voice still rings in her head and she can't bring herself to answer them. She is treated far too kindly for a traitor, far too kindly for someone who held a knife to the queens throat and drew blood. She is on edge constantly. They said this was it, but surely there must be something else. It's only a matter of time before the queen changes her mind and decides to have her executed.

She is pacing the four feet of her cell when she hears voices. She had woken from a nightmare not even an hour ago and every part of her is screaming to run, before she's killed. To get out before she gets hurt. She paces faster, nearly tripping over the chain, but the voices are louder and closer and the shackle on her ankle is melting, burning her, the door is unlocked as her hand brushes against it and she is running

She knows this corridor. It is in far better condition than the last time she saw it, after failing to learn a spell for almost a week straight. She trips on her own feet and stumbles round a corner, headfirst into the queen.

They both fall to the floor and the queen opens her mouth to speak but she is Frozen and her guards are Frozen and marcia is running as fast as she can and forgetting the words to the Transport she knew off by heart only weeks ago

She makes it outside without issue and the dew-covered grass soaks her feet through her boots. She stands staring at the sun, breathing hard, letting herself be blinded for a moment before turning her gaze away. The air is chill but the sun warms her and it is early enough that there is no one on wizard way awake enough to recognise her. She heads for the wizard tower

@lovelyisadora @ananas-pineapple-thing