#verse; royals

[rcyalxblccd]

Halden had awoken from the previous nights festivities, still extremely intoxicated. It appeared that he hadn't made it back to his living quarters, though was somewhere in the Greek castle - which was a plus in his mind. He still held last nights beverage in his hand, but couldn't for the life of him actually remember what it was. Nonetheless, Halden brought the drink to his lips and chugged the remaining contents of it before placing the empty glass on the table beside him. The entire night before was a blur; but given that he was fully clothed - Halden was at least sure he hadn't made an absolute fool of himself. Even so, it was probably in his best interest to make his way back to his room before anyone saw him and yesterdays wardrobe. Halden; who normally lacked confidence in himself, was confident enough to push himself up off the couch. Regret was quick to take over, when he felt himself stumble backwards just as someone entered the room. "Good morning!" Halden exclaimed a little too excitedly, plopping back down onto the couch to avoid any further embarrassment. When his eyes finally fell on the person who had entered the room, a mixture of emotions took over and he found himself wondering if the embarrassment of stumbling to his room might have been worth it in the long run. "Oh...hello," Halden spoke quietly as he forced his gaze away from his old friend and rustled his hand through his disheveled hair. "The Greeks sure do know how to party," he told Jakob. "You should come with us some time...it might help ease your troubles." Halden aggressively patted the seat beside him as he eyed Jakob, "Come sit with me - or do you have somewhere to be?"

[moofy117]

Royal Council AU - Dory Verse - “Where am I??”

RC! JD stumbled upon a strange club…

Grey JD belongs to @ijjstlostthegame

Brotherhood JD belongs to @tea0w0stache and @0ketlyn-s

Crystal JD belongs to @tea0w0stache

World Tour JD belongs to @year2000electronics

Eldest and Youngest JD belongs to @matmiraculous

Unusual Brother JD belongs to @matmiraculous and @ijjstlostthegame

Black Falcon JD belongs to @trolls-with-tails

Feral JD belongs to @draco-after-dark

Royal Council JD belongs to me

Bonus:

[thewordfortheday]

You will be a crown of splendour in the LORD’s hand, a royal diadem in the hand of your God. Isaiah 62:3

Our God is a loving and caring God. He takes broken people, people considered useless, and makes something beautiful out of their lives. He makes them whole, He makes them useful in His hand, He does incredible things through them. That's how extravagant His love is. Each of us could testify to this, how He took us out of the miry pit and gave us a chance at life. Not only that, He is preparing us to be the Bride of Christ. He's moulding and shaping us to be conformed to His image. He has washed our sins with His blood and made us white as snow. Now He's so proud to show us off to the world, holding us in His hand for all to see— a splendid crown in the hand of God. Yes that's His ultimate plan for us. “so that He might present the church to Himself in splendour, without spot or wrinkle or any such thing, that she might be holy and without blemish." Ephesians 5:27

[lucilassie]

You can't have it all, kid. 🕷🚨

Map by nstmatt (Map code 7077-0157-7126)

[creaturetale-askblog]

A knight, to a prince, to a king…

You have to wonder, did you get to save them all this time?

Creaturetale papyrus… when he’s finally getting to that peaceful part of the timeline. Wanted to show off this man’s over complicated outfit. Most of everything is collected bits and pieces from his own king. Or sans-

[definegodliness]

Silken-shut

With luck I'll see tomorrow's bright, Although for sure the sun will shine; I got entangled in a night Of dreamt up webs I can't untwine, And, silken-shut, these eyes of mine Still see, but only what will hide Within the dark I keep

Inside.

--- 31-7-2024, M.A. Tempels

[percesdead]

multi fandom culture is seeing posts about one of your fandoms and going,"holy shit, there's more of them"

[onehundredfallenpetals]

How do you all make it look so easy,

You open your hearts up so quickly it scares me

[eye-candy-film-enjoyer]

[rcyalxblccd]

Darius had hardly slept the night before, his newborn son keeping him awake most of the night with his continuous crying. If it hadn't been for the sake of the throne, and everyone around him going on and on about having a child - he probably would have thought twice of bringing one into the world - especially given the current state of things. He sat at a desk in the make shift library they had made upon their arrival. Darius pressed his hands to his forehead, relaxing as silence finally filled the quarters around him. "Finally some peace and quiet," he mumbled out in response. Eyes lifted after a moment to stare out the window across from him. The sun was already shining, which meant his plan to fall asleep himself was quickly diminished by the reminder that he was to meet a few other royals that day to discuss options for the foreseeable future. The sound of approaching footsteps brought Darius' gaze away from the window - to the person who had just entered the room. "Why is that child so miserable?" he mumbled out in frustration towards his wife.

@dvrmiveglia

[moofy117]

Dory Verse - “Aura Projection Practice”

Feral JD belongs to @draco-after-dark

Royal Council JD belongs to me

[hergrandplan]

Wille's Month 2024 (@youngroyals-events ) Day 2: Summer

Read the drabble below or on ao3 (cw for implied sex)

Wille sleeps peacefully until about 2 am, when the first flash wakes him up. He blinks, a bit disoriented, barely noticing how the room keeps brightening for a split second before the darkness returns.

It isn’t rare for him to wake up in the middle of the night, but usually it’s because he had a nightmare.

Those nights, he curls himself into Simon's side, burying his face in his curls and inhaling his scent, to try and calm his rapid heartbeat down. Sometimes, Simon wakes up and they'll talk, Simon pressing Wille against him, smoothing his hair and whispering sweet nothings in his ear. Other times, when Simon is too fast asleep, he still responds by wrapping his arm around Wille, because somehow, he still knows. As if his body is simply attuned to Wille, the way it responds to his every subtle shift.

But tonight Wille hasn’t startled awake because of a nightmare - in fact, he was having the most pleasant dream he's had in a while, of running up cobblestone streets lined with soft yellow and pink houses. The Mediterranean sun shining down on them, but not outshining Simon’s warm smile next to him.

There’s another flash, and then Wille hears the first roar of thunder, and his brain slowly starts to catch up with what’s happening.

Wille lets his head fall back down to the pillow, groaning. Great.

A thunderstorm. Exactly what he needs.

Heavy drops of rain start hammering against the window, as if now that Wille’s awake, the sky can unleash its full power. Or maybe he’s only aware of it now, now that he’s fully conscious.

Of course, Simon’s still fast asleep beside him, arm flung over Wille’s torso. How Simon manages to sleep through the roaring storm outside, Wille has no idea. It’s nights like this where Wille wishes he had Simon’s skill to sleep through almost anything.

With a heavy sigh, Wille gets up from his side on the bed, carefully removing Simon’s arm from his chest, and goes to the bathroom to get himself a glass of water.

Lightning lights up the room in short intervals, occasionally followed by thunder, sometimes by just silence – but it’s non-stop. The rain is loudest of all.

It’s not like he’s scared of thunderstorms – they’re a common occurrence in summer, and usually, he even likes them. He loves to watch lightning streak across the sky high above them, huddling up inside with Simon and being very glad that he’s not outside. He even loves the thunder, imagines Thor riding his chariot in the sky and smashing his hammer.

It reminds him of afternoons chasing Erik through the palace in a never-ending game of tag because they couldn’t play outside, of staying up way past his bedtime to finish just one more chapter (it was never just one more chapter).

But tonight, he wishes for nothing more but the storm to pass. He already has trouble enough falling asleep as it is, and the continuous flashes, heavy rain and rolling thunder won’t help with that.

Defeated, knowing that he probably won’t get much sleep tonight now, he lets himself fall back onto the mattress. Simon stirs beside him, and for a second Wille holds his breath, afraid that he’s woken his boyfriend up. But Simon simply turns to his side, murmuring something incomprehensible, and it looks like Wille’s in the clear.

Then there’s a thunderclap so loud that it shakes the windows, rattles their building even, and with a gasp, Simon jolts up.

“What was that?” It comes out in one singular, panicked breath.

“Just a thunderstorm, darling,” Wille says from where he’s sprawled out behind Simon. Simon’s eyes, unfocussed at first, soften when they find his. Wille reaches out to him, eases him back down so that Simon’s lying on his chest, huddled in the warmth between their bodies. “Nothing to worry about.”

“Did it wake you up too? Or did you have another nightmare?” Simon places a warm hand on his chest, just above where Wille’s heart beats for him.

Wille winds one of Simon’s curls around his finger, and hums. “No, it was just the storm. I actually had a good dream tonight, so it’s even ruder that it woke me up.”

He can already see Simon’s eyes getting heavy again, now that the initial shock of adrenaline has passed.

“Whatwasitabout?” Simon mumbles.

“We were on vacation. In Italy, I think. Maybe Spain – somewhere south. We’d just come back from the beach, and there was salt stuck in your curls, and I was thinking about how we’d go back to our rental,” Wille stops playing with Simon’s curls to run his hand along his back, “and shower, and I would wash the salt out of your curls. But then I figured, if there’s salt in your curls, there’s probably salt in other places as well, so maybe I should clean that up too.”

Simon laughs softly. “You are very thorough in your cleaning.”

Simon opens his eyes for a brief second, but the sleep in his eyes has gone, replaced by something else. Something hungry.

“Maybe we can make your dream come true.”

“What? You want to go to Italy? Right now?” It’s not like Wille doesn’t know what Simon’s talking about, but he likes to tease him, likes to play just a bit dumb.

Simon groans, half-heartedly. “Wille,” he says, drawing out his name. “’m talking about the other part.”

“Ooh.” Wille raises his eyebrows in faked understanding and giggles. “Well, I’m sure we can arrange that.”

Before Simon can say anything else, Wille scoops him up in his arms and carries him to the shower. It’s not like Wille was ever going to get much sleep tonight, and this certainly is way more fun.

The thunder is loud outside, but not as loud as Simon when he screams out Wille’s name, over and over again.

[the-smallest-star]

//Herish is a pretty star

[pinkelotjeart]

This is technically my sibling Rane Saturday piece but I’m late

So uh, persona silt verses au, that I’ve been thinking about wayy to hard. (Morgana is here cus Lily asked for it) I have like, thoughts and details but I’ll maybe hopefully draw those out. It’s very self indulgent tho

[citylighten]

Pietro Impellizzeri 1500s AU

[definegodliness]

What dreams...

Were we to find each other in our sleep, Revivified our souls would dart and rush Mons Huygens high, to Mariana's deep, Toward the secret garden, soft and lush, Intent to make the stars in heaven blush, As we, entwined in sparks of vehemence, Beyond the flesh, will find Deliverance.

--- 10-9-2024, M.A. Tempels ©