Daffodils (Elucien)

AN: Yeah, so, I headcanon that when Tamlin dies, the power passes to Lucien and he becomes High Lord of the Spring Court. Why, you say? Not because I think Lucien would be a good High Lord (not that he’d be bad!) but because ELAIN IS PERFECT FOR THE SPRING COURT. So yeah. And yes, I know, I will be posting Across the Stars (which you should all check out!) today, but I got excited about this one first. This is dedicated to the other two Night Court Queens @illyriantremors and @kitashiwrites!!! Enjoy!!! (Also, I’d like to say that this is NOT where I thought this fic was gonna go, but I’m so glad it did!)

“Sit still, my goodness!” Elain frowned as Lucien, once again, shifted uncomfortably in her lap and yanked the stem off of one of the daffodils in his hair. She threw the ruined flower back down in the sun-warmed grass.

Lucien grunted. “You’re taking too long.”

“I’m almost done,” she replied, wrapping the stem of the bright yellow flower around a long strand of his hair. “I would have been done fifteen minutes ago if you hadn’t crushed all the petals in my lap.”

A low chuckle rumbled in Lucien’s chest. He plucked a blade of grass and examined it idly. “I do not regret that.”

Elain’s cheeks colored rose. She pressed her lips into a thin line and focused on the flower in her hand.

Lucien resisted the urge to twist around and look up at her. The only thing that kept him still and staring at the cloudless spring sky was the fact that he might ruin his mate’s loving handiwork—even if he didn’t particularly want daffodils strung in his hair. “Do you regret it?”

Her hands stilled for a moment in his hair, and for a split second, his heart grew wings and whirled in a fluttering panic. But her hands resumed their work and she cleared her throat delicately. “Not at all.”

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anonymous asked:

Are there any good historical AUs you've found/read? I've read littleblackfox's Cinder and Smoke and love it so much! I was wondering if you guys have any recs for AUs dealing with other historical eras?


Armed in Liberty by princeofprinces 

“What will you do if I die?”

“I shall mourn you, with all the proper customs and traditions that befit your social status and our relationship.”

James quirked an eyebrow at him. “Relationship?”

For The Dead Travel Fast by darth_stitch

Solicitor Natasha Romanoff and her cousin Steve Rogers are traveling to Transylvania, in order to help a certain old, eccentric Romanian aristocrat and his grandson make their move to London. However, the journey can be dangerous… from snow and wolves and night.

Frontier Justice by marlowe_tops

Unable to adjust to life in the wake of the American Civil War, Steve heads West looking for a new start. After Tony Stark talks him into coming to an obscure mountain town to serve as Deputy, Steve begins to investigate the outlaw gang calling themselves ‘Russian Winter’, only to find himself fixated on the outlaw who reminds him inexplicably of his childhood friend Bucky.

Gold Coast Theatre by bopeep 

As soldiers shuttle in and out of the Pacific theater via the golden state, Tinseltown welcomes America’s men and women in uniform with open arms to the Hollywood Canteen, where they might spend their last night on leave enjoying the hospitality of some of the silver screen’s brightest stars.

Audiences are charmed by the on-screen antics of comedy duo that is James “Bucky” Barnes, a blue-eyed charmer with a smooth baritone, and Steve Rogers, all limbs and quips as the king of fast-talking physical comedy. Off screen, however, they couldn’t be more at odds. They were childhood friends and then some, but that was before the war, and something unnameable, came between them, and no cutting room Hollywood magic could put the pieces back together again quite the same. Studio head Howard Stark, take-charge noir darling Margaret Carter, and the studio fixer Ed Jarvis take matters into their own hands; the show must go on whether Steve and Bucky come to that conclusion on their own or not!

Here’s a Conspiracy by castiowl

The pre-war years as told by an anomalistic radio.

I Hear Sirens While We Make Love by chalmskinn

They begin as friends, become brothers, and end as lovers. But they do not end. They can not end. The end is finality, and the last domino has not yet fallen.

Everyone is frightened of nuclear war, and reality is the enemy.

Most Ardently by 74days

Baron Grant, nothing more than a small, sickly country gentleman with no fortune and very little to recommend him, has just poured a glass of claret over Duke Barnes, a wealthy lord with the world at his feet.

Ships at a distance by Chimerari

The year was 1930. Peggy Carter was on a one-woman mission to uncover the truth of Franklin county, the moonshine capital of America.
Meanwhile, Steve Rogers was fighting to keep the family diner running after his mother’s passing. The last thing he wanted was for someone to poke their nose into his and Bucky’s side business. Times were hard. They needed to make a dollar same as anybody else.
This was a story about the small people, who unknowingly propped up the Broadwalk Empire.

Soap and Sugar and Rum by princeofprinces

“Sir! We’ve found him.” Thor’s voice caused Steve to quickly pull away, as the sound of more shoes and boots on the deck drew closer to the pair. Thor was walking toward them, hauling a young man by the shirt behind him. The boy was barely able to keep up with the Norwegian, he took three quick steps for every two Thor took. Behind Thor and the cabin boy were Morita and Dugan. Thor released the boy once they were in front of Steve.

“Where were you?”

The Crown Of These Is Made Of Love And Friendship by perfect_plan

James Barnes is miserable, forced to marry a woman to satisfy his father’s will and business ambitions. A chance encounter may prove to be the key to discovering his own happiness.

The Halo Around My Crowned Head (WIP) by sarahlucielle

Knight-Captain Rogers fell in love with the prince the moment he saw him. Prince Buchanan could repay those affections if it weren’t for the fact that by now he’s accustomed to never having anything he desires while King Alexander reigns.

Medieval AU in which Bucky is a sickly prince and Steve is a knight who is too noble for his own good.

The Hermit of Steventon (WIP) by WillowPerpetua

A Regency AU–
Steven Grant Rogers is the owner of a sizable estate of some note. He has everything he needs: good friends, excellent servants, and so many thousand a year that it is never uttered aloud in good company. Everything is changed when a man stumbles onto his doorstep and Steve must save him by extraordinary means.

Archetype Inspirations - Royal Siblings

Born to rule the world, both strong enough to reign with adamant hands and unbreakable will, both wearing their crowns like golden halos proud and crowned with ingenuous youth. They curl around and move with gracious goodness, their bodies bathed in iron and weaponized to complete each other. They are the ones standing in sunlight and photosynthesize the golden light to shine and reign supreme in their kingdom.

LACUNA COIL Is Working On 'Secret Project' To Celebrate 20th Anniversary

LACUNA COIL singers Cristina Scabbia and Andrea Ferro have revealed to the Brazilian metal channel Heavy Talk that they are planning “something special” to celebrate the twentieth anniversary of the release of their self-titled debut EP.

Asked if LACUNA COIL will release another DVD to follow 2008’s “Visual Karma (Body, Mind And Soul)”, Cristina said (see video below): “We have plans. We don’t know if it’s gonna be a DVD or something, but we are planning something special for the twentieth anniversary of the band that will be coming late next year. So it will be something different — not just a typical [release].”

Added Andrea: “We have kind of a secret project. We can’t really tell right now, but it involves different things. It might also be a DVD, but it’s a more complete package we’re gonna offer to celebrate the twentieth anniversary. So there is something in the works, but not specifically just a DVD.”

LACUNA COIL in December released a new song called “Naughty Christmas”. The front cover and font were all created by bassist Marco “Maki” Coti-Zelati.

LACUNA COIL last fall wrapped up a successful European tour, which was sold out in various cities, including London, Birmingham, Bristol, Southampton and Tilburg. The band is set to do another run of dates later this year.

LACUNA COIL’s latest album, “Delirium”, entered The Billboard 200 chart at position No. 33 with first-week sales of just over 13,000 units — nearly all from pure album sales. The set followed the No. 27-peaking “Broken Crown Halo”, which also opened with around 13,000 copies back in 2014.


The Astrology of Jean-Michel Basquiat  

I was having a conversation with a Capricorn friend about Jean-Michel Basquiat. He was a Capricorn as well, so I started talking about his artwork and creative expression. I don’t have a birth time for him, so I’m focusing on planetary aspects (not houses) I created his natal chart on the right. The inner ring is his natal chart and the outer ring are the transits that were taking place when he died at the age of 27 on August 12, 1988.

There is no time of death, but his girlfriend at the time mentioned how Jean-Michel would sleep all day and she became worried when he didn’t come down by mid-afternoon. I chose the time above because transiting Vx (Vertex) was in Pisces right on his natal Moon. The Vertex is not a celestial body. It’s a mathematical point that often points to fated events that are beyond our control.

The one thing that stood out for me when I was looking at his chart and transits, was the Arabian part of fortune. Also known as Arabic parts or lots, the part of fortune is a mathematical calculation. The part of fortune is calculated by Ascendant+Moon-Sun/+ Sun. Like it’s name, the part of fortune points to just that: Fortunate events and gifts. In 1968, Jean-Michel was hit by a car when transiting part of fortune was in Aquarius conjunct his Venus. Venus astrologically is linked to creative/artistic expression and aesthetics. Jean-Michel’s mother bought him an anatomy book while he recovered from multiple injuries. The accident was in fact fortunate for him, because it played a major role in his creative outlook.

Jean-Michel’s moon was in creative and sensitive Pisces. The moon symbolizes the mother archetype, childhood and nurturing. Those with Pisces moon tend to have mother’s who are fragile, creative and victims in some way. Jean-Michel’s mother was institutionalized in 1970 when he was 11 years old. Earth and water are strong in his chart, giving him great artistic vision (water) and the discipline (Earth) to bring creative ideas to fruition. His natal Neptune in dark/sexual Scorpio was Square Venus, Trine Mars and Sextile Pluto. His dark images (Pluto) often had spiritual (Neptune) undertones in them. Symbols such as skulls, crowns and halos were prominent in his work.

His Sun and Moon were in the early degrees of Capricorn/Pisces. Signs in early degrees are often impulsive and an almost obsessive need to forge ahead and move onto the next thing. Cardinal energy is very strong in his chart. Cardinal signs (he has four planets in cardinal signs) are known for being initiators and at 15 he ran away from home and was eventually banned from the household. I find that Capricorns are often like little adults in a child’s body when they’re young. The father figure archetype in the home is often overbearing and the home environment in general is heavy and oppressive in some way. Jean-Michel’s work had a very grave/dark serious tone to it and this probably stemmed from his inner life. His artwork was truly an avant-garde healing tool (Chiron in Aquarius)

His natal Neptune while connected to artistic expression, spirituality and higher consciousness, is also linked to drugs and escapism. In 1997 his depression and drug use increased. While depression impacts all of us at one point in our lives, I find Capricorns in particular struggle with emotional “heaviness.” Jean-Michel’s Jupiter, Saturn and the asteroid Juno were all in Capricorn. His Pisces moon opposed his Pluto/Uranus conjunction. This points to intense, powerful moods that are often overwhelming. At the time of his death, transiting Pluto (Death/transformation) was in Scorpio conjunct his natal Neptune (drugs) Transiting Neptune was also conjunct his Sun as well as transiting North Node in Pisces on his natal Moon. The North Node points to what we struggle with in terms of ones soul-purpose; add Pisces to the mix and struggles surrounding dependence/addiction may arise.

With his Moon in Pisces he may have had issues with boundaries and surrounding himself with the wrong people. There’s a vulnerability about him.

He left behind 917 drawings, 25 sketchbooks, 85 prints and 171 paintings.

anonymous asked:

A normally monotone s/o laughing for the first time

Here we have a surprise third none of you ever expected to appear! :D

2p! England/Oliver:

  • No one really knows how this relationship works, with one person brightly cheerful and the other a monotonous believer of life
  • It does, and Oliver has many sweet things to say (though no one is quiet certain if it’s true or not as you comment in the background in the most dead sort of tone. Should they laugh? Is this real? What should they DO?! Just nod and smile, boys. Just nod and smile)
  • The one thing he has never spoken about is your laughter, it’s not out of a desire to keep it to himself. Honestly, he’s just never really heard you laugh before.
  • That’s why he is so beside himself with shock when you see someone walk straight into a stop sign and laugh.
  • It wasn’t any sort of weird, broken laughter that Allen always joked about. Nor that quiet hum that he has heard from Kuro once or twice.
  • It was an honest to God laugh.
  • Pure and unadulterated as your whole frame shook, lips pulled into a giant smile, and eyes almost glittering.
  • Oliver cried and begged for you to do it again so he can tape it and show it off to everyone (you quickly switched the video with a scripted, painful laughter and watched as Oliver gushed to confused and uncertain friends. Ah. Chaos.)

2p! Japan/ Kuro:

  • Kuro and you are a surprising power couple, or as Lutz likes to say it: “the freakishly silent, mysterious couple you just know are going to murder you and rule the world”
  • It might be the eyes. It might be the silent stare. It might also be the monotonous sort of voice you both seem to answer with and watch gleefully as people wonder if this is an odd joke or you both really are just that strange.
  • One day you laughed.
  • No one knew why, one moment there was blissful chatter and then laughter.
  • It was a pleasant sort of laugh. The sort of laugh that made one pause and want to join in, to feel that same warm filled feeling of joy only laughter can bring.
  • A beautiful laugh.
  • That still didn’t stop people from wanting to ignore that single moment for the rest of their lives, and wonder (on the days when they just couldn’t help but think) if it was just a nightmarish figure of their imagination when you glimmered with joy next to Kuro.
  • Obviously if you ever laughed that happily and prettily, it must be because something had gone right, but horribly wrong for the victim (Kuro refused to mention he was showing off funny dog videos).

Nyo! Ukraine/Taras:

  • This is a relationship most are puzzled about.
  • Taras is like an overgrown puppy. Absolutely adorable.
  • So it was quite strange to see a peaceful, sort of person next to someone so… monotone, just shades of grays, you are.
  • But Taras loved you dearly, even when some of your humor went straight over his head – uncertain if you were joking or being truthful. Sometimes he got it, sometimes he didn’t. It was a long game of “I’m going to believe this until I’m proven wrong by Google”
  • The one thing Google could not help with was the wonderful, happy feeling he got when you laughed.
  • The first time it happened it was because Taras had accidentally tripped over his younger brothers dog, Marshmallow, and ended up falling face first in a comical spin of try to catch yourself with everything and everyone before hitting the floor.
  • It was a pretty laugh, the sort of laugh he wanted to listen to all day as it lit up your face, the sun in the background haloing the crown of your head.
  • He loves hearing your laughter, especially if he was the one to cause it.

I have memories of an angel, far bigger than myself. Wings spanning further than mine could ever hope to reach, body the darkest black and shining with gold and red; eyes scattered across their face and body.
We danced.
We danced our lives away, like war didn’t burden us. Wings and robes tangled together, lost in each other even in that one moment.
They had six wings; each as magnificent as the other with gold and red flowers adorning them and a halo like a crown.
I was small, tiny compared to you. Body white and gold with six wings, covered in eyes and golden feathers. I always had the hood of my robe cover my face but I know you saw it; the three eyes I kept hidden away, the way I smiled each time we danced.
Where are you?

Breaking the One Damn Rule Pt. 5

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[A/N: Sorry it took so long. Writers block, death in the family, work, and my ADD is raging. Due to all of this it’s short and I feel it’s kind of shit. I have more written, but it felt best to leave it here because I want to start working on some Thanksgiving/Black Friday one shots for you. Thanks for your patience.]

The meeting with your parents could have not gone any worse and now there’s something wrong with you and cel mic. Natasha and Wanda try to hold everything together as Pietro struggles to not beat the crap out of your father. 

Pairing: Pietro x Reader

Warnings: Pregnancy, angst, medical emergency, language

Words: 985

Cel Mic = Little One 

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anonymous asked:

Naturally blond Montparnasse tho??

And thus we go back to the age old trope of “Enjolras and Montparnasse as brothers”

Enjolras’ hair is naturally lush and blonde, shining under the sun like a halo, crowning a handsome face. It falls into soft ringlets when he lets it grow, and it’s soft to the touch.

All of that also applies to Montparnasse. Until he’s 13 or so, and discovers hair dye. He got tired of the whole “You boys look so much alike!” spiel. He’s not his brother. He doesn’t want to “look like someone”. He wants to be intrinsically unique and handsome, not compared like a knock off brand of his brother.

Years later, no one can tell Enjolras and Montparnasse are brothers. There’s a slight family resemblance, but nothing you can catch at first sight. But what is bred in the bone comes out in the flesh. So it’s with great amusement that Grantaire looks at Enjolras and Montparnasse’s baby pictures and discovers two chubby blonde cherubs. Then two blonde toddlers. And two blond preteens. Followed by a radical shift in hair colour when teen years hit.

The pics end up pinned on a cork board at the Musain.

Montparnasse isn’t pleased 

Here we go, my long overdue half of trade with @bagropa!  Who wanted V'stalu of the Galaxium Croach, which I took the creative license of making all glowy and shit.  I was going for a mix of a Saint-like figure and Gandalf the White trope lol.  She mentioned flower crowns so I was like halo of galactic flower crown, why the fuck not.

The hand gestures originally were taken from Catholic iconography, but when I looked up what they meant they were a little too religious, so I found some info on orator hand gestures from days of yon.