#steadfaster

[akanemnon]

FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!

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[toneelspeelster]

the theory of you.

[pend4ri]

You're a part of the movement and everything matters...

To me, to me, to me, to meee 💙

[jamtamart]

hesitant whisper

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this isn't finished but i know that im not gonna be able to bring myself to complete it so, you can have it in this form lol

[ecstandsforerraticcowboy]

hello joplittle nation today I fulfill @purblepalace @philtrashnumberunus ‘s rec from my currently shadowbanned main

[rocketbirdie]

putting kunsel in the og ffvii because it's what he deserves

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Steadfast 5

Warnings: non/dubcon, power imbalance, obsession, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: King!Bucky Barnes (Medieval AU)

A Knights, Kings, and Knaves Story

Summary: you serve Duke Rogers, but when his friend, the king, takes an interest, you find your work in turmoil.

Note: I’ve wanted to do medieval drabbles for years. I bit the bullet and now we’re all doomed. I was torn on whether to make this one Stucky however… I think Steve deserves a wifey in his own installment.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

Lightning crackles and a clap of thunder adds to the boat's violent motion. You cling to the king as he keeps one arm around you, his other hand clutched around the leg of the table nailed down to the floor. The lurch of the ship brings back that sickness in your stomach that only settled the day prior.

You whimper as you nearly slip from his grasp. He grunts and brings you back to him, curling his arm tighter. You feel like a child as the terror brings tears to your eyes.

"Pip, don't fear. I will not let you go."

The slapping of the furious waves lends little to his assurance. The king is a good man but he cannot contest nature. No one can.

"Do you recall," he speaks loudly over the thrashing, "I told you of that stormy night upon the sea. I was but a child still?"

You nod against him as you burrow into his chest.

"It was worse than even this. And I survived. I am before you now because I had heart. The fates will not let us perish. Not like this," he squeezes you to him. "How cruel of them to do so when we have grown... so close."

The last words you are not certain of. His voice lowers so that it weaves into the fury of the storm. You shiver and press yourself to him.

"I will try...." you holler into his tunic. "I do try, your highness."

"Hush, I know it," he keeps you flush to him. "It will not last much longer."

He sounds as if he commands it himself. As if the storm will heed his will just by speaking it. You know it cannot be but the confidence of his timbre soothes you. If the hope is false, you will cling to it nonetheless.

Another startling boom shakes the boat and in its wake, only the swirling hunger of the waves remains. The pelt of rain hammers above as the winds calm and the rumble rolls away. For a moment, you believe you've been dragged into the depths and yet, you feel the warmth against you. 

The king moves slowly. He lets go of the table and nudges you.

"Pip, come," he plants his feet and helps you up. He brings you to the corner of the chamber and sits you under the wing of his cloak, his arm draped over you once more. "Did I not bid it? The storm has left."

You shiver and curl up, arms around your knees. "You did, your majesty."

"And what happened to Poppet?" He teases,

"Apologies," you murmur. "I forgot..."

"You were frightened but I am a king. I swore to protect all my subjects."

"I am only... a maid," you yawn, the thrill and fear slaking from you. You are suddenly very weak.

"You are worthy," he pulls you to him as he leans against the wall. "My pip, you serve me well."

His hand falls down your side and rests on your hip. You are too weak to think of it. He keeps you close as his breath slows.

"We will be ashore soon. We must be ready."

"Yes, my king."

"Mm," he hums. "Your king. Yes, I like that very much."

His fingers knead into your dress. Your head lolls and your eyes droop. You are too tired to resist the sudden fatigue crawling over you.

👑

"I suppose I shouldn't gripe. So long as the horse's legs work," the king tuts as he works at untangling the salt-stained mane of his steed. "We've some ways to go."

You stand beside him, patient but restless as you watch his hands work. He tugs on a knot and sighs.

"Might I?" You offer.

He throws his hands up and backs away. You rub the fine hair between your fingertips and focus on uncoiling it. You do not rush for that will only make it worse.

You sense the king come close again. You look up as he watches your hands. "I recall how you were able to tame the duke's nest," he scoffs. "You are good with stubborn beasts, I see."

"It is not very much work," you assure him and combs your finger through the hair. "Easier with a brush."

"Hm, yes," he reaches for his head and touches his own locks, half-pulled away from his face, the tails wavy from the salty sea air. "When we are closer, I will needs attend to all this."

"It is very far?"

"Not very but our route will be tedious," he confirms. "Come, pip, let us not delay."

He moves before you can. He lifts you onto the horse. It is all very routine now. The way he directs you without even speaking sometimes.

You steady yourself in the saddle as he climbs up after you. The horse puffs and he snaps the reins. The speckled steed falls into motion.

"It is not very bad. I wouldn't ask for better company," he drawls. "Travelling with a retinue... well, it is far more bothersome."

You listen. He has more stories, more living than you. You could only tell him of castle walls and the servants throwing stones at the river.

"Slow as well, though I trust Rogers will keep the wheels turning. He has that character about him. At times, I forget it is I that bears the crown and not he."

You laugh at that. You cover your mouth guiltily. Any master can be demanding but he is not incorrect. The Duke has his way and does not bend from it.

"Do not shy away, pip, it is true and I will not let him know you agree," he pats your thigh then rests his hand there, gripping the reins.

The rock of the horse keeps you close. He groans as he shifts, the friction between you at times searing. He keeps his arms around you as he lazily steers.

"I must tell you he was not eager to part with you. Certainly, he does moan of the rest of his household, but we did have a bit of a row about it all. Well, you see, I am wiser than Stark and I know he would send his little rats to follow the royal banners." He clicks his tongue. "No one cares very much for a couple in peasants' clothes."

You sway with him and feel him wiggle again. It's as if he can't get comfortable. You try to lean forward but he nudges you back against him.

"Careful, you wouldn't like to fall," he girds.

You settle back against him. You brace the pommel of the saddle as you do. A rigid shape presses against your rear. Something upon the king's belt?

"Life is much simpler like this," he says. "A pretty maiden, a horse, and the bright sun."

[quasiimodo]

women of disney 38. fantasia 2000 (1999)

[genshinimpactresources]

Genshin Impact | Assets from Emblem of Steadfast Valor

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[rosurie]

let's try this again without my tumblr crashing out ♡

cameos from:

Eri [ @hakusins ]

Yunie [ @wreckowafer ]

Noah and Luca [ @dolskele ]

[horse-breed-a-day]

Horse breed of the day: Belgian Draft

Height: 16-17 hh

Common coat colors: Bay, chestnut, and various roans

Place of origin: Belgium

[paarthursass]

Thinking about Olrox being attracted, specifically, to men with strong codes of honor. Being drawn to the strength of their beliefs, their convictions, their morals. He's too jaded, he's seen too much destruction to hold fast to anything other than his own survival (or so he tells himself) but his lover, Alucard, Mizrak...they all believed in something.

Olrox being drawn to men who have qualities he thinks he lacks. Because whether or not he knows it, they nurture a part of him he thought long dead.

[felassan]

What kind of spirit do you think Felassan waz?

Swag

[rrredgi]

"18th century princess" weekly theme (turned into an illustration for Andersen's The Steadfast Tin Soldier somehow)

[pespillo]

all hail king inspekta

[cantpickyourgenre]

there's also the potential that Buck could be like, "first and foremost Bobby is dead and that is all I care about" buuuut Eddie will be here, in person soon and in the back of Buck's mind he's like, "well, shit, I should be careful around Eddie if literally everyone (no one said this) thinks I'm irrevocably, desperately, bewitched body and soul in love with him!!!!!" Crucially, again literally no one said these words to him. But in his head he's like "okay, Buck Buckley, play it cool. Don't make him uncomfortable" so he holds back and Eddie is like "huh? what? what is happening here? give me a neck nuzzle hug right NOW because I'm fucking devastated" and Buck is like "I shan't, I might have made us weird by being codependent EVERYONE thinks so" and Eddie just says, "literally who cares Buck. I don't care what you call us. Be codependent, I need to be codependent, don't leave me to do it alone right now. Bobby is DEAD." and then it's like the first time Buck thinks, "hmmmm, maybe Tommy meant competition in the way that both of us are important in each other's lives to the extent that it infringes on our romantic relationships, not just the thought that I'm potentially, in HIS eyes, HORRIFICALLY UNENDINGLY in love with Eddie." But he tables that because Bobby is DEAD. and then he tables it again because Bobby is ALIVE. But then Eddie doesn't leave again and they share a house and it's like okay, how long can I really table this?