prince talks a lot

Cute Shit
  • All the soldiers and staff see Laurent and he’s always so serious and intimidating until Damen mutters something in a meeting one day and Laurent starts laughing till tears come out
  • Damen and Laurent being intimidating and serious in general until they’re alone and giving each other flowers and smooching softly
  • Nikandros asks Damen if he’s excited for the wedding. Nikandros not knowing if he should be happy to see his friend so excited or regret asking because now Damen won’t shut up.
  • Damen’s vows are like the most beautiful romantic poetry that leaves everyones’ hearts hurting.
  • Laurent’s vows start off as the coldest diss in both countries but ends with people (looking at you, Damen) crying and being thankful they could hear it.
  • Damen and Laurent become the Royal Power Couple.
  • Whenever they have to be apart for long periods of time, they send long, novel-like letters that they not-so-secretly keep.
  • Kissing their gold cuffs when they miss each other.
  • Whenever they reunite, Damen runs to Laurent and hugs him like he needs him to live.
  • One time Damen showed up almost a month late and it scared Laurent shitless. When he finally arrived, Laurent ran over and almost cried.
  • “You should have been more responsible, you animal.”
  • Damen teaching Lauren’t some more casual Akielon so his sentences aren’t as stiff and awkward.
  • Staring into each others’ eyes when they’re alone together.
  • Damen can’t get enough of his beautiful husband and tries to keep him in bed just a little bit longer.

this art blog is turning into a zelda appreciation shrine and i don’t regret a thing

More AU’s!!! Honestly I’m in AU heaven right now, it’s so great!!!! I know I said so in my opening post (200 posts ago) that I love AU’s, so while I feel bad about putting off the earlier requests I’m a lot more motivated to write these ones! But I’ve been working on that sequel to a certain angst story, which I also hope to release soon! Okay, so onto the topic at hand! I changed from last name to first name for this particular scenario, just because it flowed better! Under a cut because it exceeds 1.5k words. I hope you all enjoy~


As much as Prince Shouto hates to agree with his father – and hates him in general – he cannot deny that his engagement to you has been the best decision for his future. It’s not for the benefits which the King hopes to reap from your union, but for the fact that he’s been head over heels for you since you were both introduced as children.

At the innocent age of five years old, the hopeful Prince had been stripped of his happiness by his father and forced to step up to the throne despite having three older siblings. Being his only “successful” heir, Shouto couldn’t have a childhood and was refuted contact with anyone who was not a scholar, this of course included his mother and siblings. Even the King limited contact with him, if only to check on his studies.

In an act of defiance, Shouto had run away and slipped out of the Palace in the night. Being a young and sheltered Prince, he had no idea of where he was going and ended up lost. He was vaguely aware of the area he was in though – it was a garden just outside of the Palace walls where his mother used to take him to play. It was too dark for him to see where to turn and how to get back, so he ended up laying in the grass and watching the stars.

He was picking out constellations he’d learnt from one of his many books when he could feel the gaze of someone watching him. He’d turned his head with a frown and met your gleaming eyes through the grass. The young Prince had been so shocked he had rolled away and jumped to his feet, an accusatory finger pointed at you and a shout crawling up his throat, but he never ended up saying anything.

With what little light the moon had shined upon the garden, the lustre of a golden crest caught his attention as you rose up from the grass as well, just as startled as he was. Fastened around your neck with a black ribbon hung a gold amulet with a familiar design engraved into the metal, a design he’d seen painted on a country on the map in his library.

“A Shiketsu Royal Family crest?” Shouto had mumbled, and your eyes widened as your tiny child fingers brushed against the amulet.

“You know about it?” A soft smile had replaced your surprised expression.

You had arrived in the Palace two days prior, but you were not allowed to leave the guest room without permission from the King. You got sick of being alone and away from your escort, so you snuck out on the third night to do something fun for a change. You stumbled across the field after wandering a little too far, and you’d decided to rest in the grass before making your way back.

Two minutes had passed, and you’d heard the sounds of someone coming closer and closer but you dared not to move. Maybe they wouldn’t see you as long as you stayed perfectly still. The steps stopped a few feet from you, and then the grass had rustled as someone laid atop it. You turned your head slowly after pondering, and saw the side profile of the youngest Prince.

At the time, you hadn’t recognised him as the Prince, simply a boy laid in the grass as you were just a girl laid in the grass. A Princess, yes, but in this country where no one knew you and you knew no one, what good was the title of Princess?

After he’d noticed you and jumped up, you recognised him as the Prince from the paintings in the Palace. That was your first meeting with your betrothed, and the next morning you had been formally introduce.

It was surprising to both parties how easily you and the Prince had gotten along, although neither families knew about your secret little meetings outside of the Palace. In a place where the two of you were not Prince and Princess, not betrothed, not anything but a boy and a girl sitting under the stars and the moon in a field of flowers.

You had returned to your own country ten days after the formal introduction, when the marriage had been arranged for after both of your 16th birthdays. You were to travel back for the wedding in ten years, and you waited eagerly for the day you would be able to meet him again.

Meeting Prince Shouto again for the first time in ten years was a shock. He had changed drastically, no longer the carefree, cute, ambitious child you knew from years ago. Of course, you had changed as well, but not as much as him.

He was almost totally cold and emotionless when meeting with you again. It was disheartening, but you could tell that a lot had happened in the ten years you were apart. It wasn’t too obvious, but meeting with you again had brought back more pleasant memories, memories from before he got his scar and from before he had grown to hate most of the people whom surrounded him. It didn’t take him long to fall back into old habits with you, but he still didn’t laugh as much.

Shouto watched you now as you frowned at a roll of material which had been draped over your shoulder by the seamstress. He sat comfortably in a chair across the room as you stood on a short stool, dressed lightly to allow the seamstress to measure. Normally no men were allowed to watch the process of the dress making, but you had insisted the Prince accompany you and give his own input.

“You’ll be the one looking at it the most, you should like it.”

“I’ll like whatever you wear,”

“Don’t say that, or I’ll really turn up in a military uniform.”

The seamstress helps you step down from the stool and excuses herself as she makes her way out of the room. Shouto is pulled out of his reverie with the sound of the heavy door closing and your exasperated sigh.

“Finished already?” He asks as he stands, watching you pick up your dress from the bed.

“Nowhere near done,” you complain as you walk around the divider and out of his sight. “I was getting restless so she said to stop for today, she’s already got the measurements so she can figure out the material and colour next time.”

Shouto hums as he faces away from where you’re changing back into your dress, although it doesn’t really make sense to, considering it’s already late. You would not be going anywhere that required you to be appropriately dressed, or maybe Shouto was forgetting something. He doesn’t let the thought bother him for much longer when you make a strangled noise and he looks back to see you peek around the divider.

“If you wouldn’t mind, could you lace me up?” You looked embarrassed to be asking, but Shouto didn’t mind.

“Are you going somewhere else?” He asks as he approaches and you show him your back, hands pressed to your chest to hold up the material. His warm fingers brush your back as he pulls and tightens the strings.

“Well, no, but I should be properly dressed while you’re in my bedroom, right? Won’t people get the wrong idea if we are alone together and I am not dressed?”

“Does it make a difference?” He pauses in his ministrations and then pulls the strings loose again. “If you’re going to take this off again later, you’ll need someone to help you undo the lace anyway. Just leave it, we’ve never been a traditional pair anyway.”

“Prince Shouto, I never took you for the scandalous type,” you chuckle behind a hand as you saunter back behind the divider. He ignores your teasing tone as he settles back into the chair.

“You’re the one who insisted I watch you be fitted in the first place. Who’s the scandalous one?”

You hum, “well, I suppose you have a point. When did you become so sassy, though? It’s quite surprising but not unwelcome.”

“I guess we’re both the same then, since I don’t recall you being the warrior type.” He responds, looking at no where in particular.

“You’re right. I never wanted to learn how to fight, I just wanted to be the Princess and get married to you. But that had changed quite a bit as I grew up. I still want to marry you, but I discovered the most comfortable clothes are the Shiketsu Royal Guard uniforms, not the Royal garments.”

In your country, it’s mandatory that every member of the Royal family know how to fight and earn their swords. It’s been a tradition for generations, regardless of gender. You had wanted to remain a normal Princess by universal standards, but that meant you’d have to give away your rights to marry the Todoroki heir to one of your siblings. You hated that idea more than the idea of fighting, so you decided to wear the military uniform and earn your place as a Royal. It was a bonus that the uniforms happened to be much more comfortable compared to the heavy dresses you had to wear for special occasions.

Shouto hums and watches you throw the dress to hang over the divider. You’re back in sight soon after, dressed comfortably in a loose white gown and hair let out of it’s up do. The braids still remain, and the Prince stands while beckoning you over to him. You cross the floor with silent, practised steps and slide into the seat which was previously occupied by the male standing behind you.

He handles your hair carefully, pulling the elastic from the braids to undo them and run his fingers through the waves created by the style. It’s relaxing and helps to relieve the tension in your shoulders from dealing with the seamstress. She wasn’t rude or demanding, you just didn’t like how she fussed over every tiny detail.

Shouto brushed through your hair with his fingers and massaged your scalp every now and then. You felt like you could fall asleep in the chair with his hands in your hair, you wouldn’t even regret it in the morning when you’d wake up with a sore neck and back. Even though Shouto would never let you sleep in the chair if you did happen to doze off, you still let the thought pass through and agree wholeheartedly.

The fingers in your hair stop and untangle from the strands, forcing you to open your sleepy eyes with a pout on your lips.

“Why did you stop?”

“You’re falling asleep,” he states simply as he walks around to your side. He easily wedges an arm around your back and hooks the other under your knees, lifting you from the chair and against his chest. You know you don’t have to, but you hug around his neck anyway, just to be a little closer to him.

Shouto settles you onto your bed, brushing your hair out of your face and pulling the blankets back for you to crawl into. You don’t have to be told what to do, and you let him tuck you into bed as if you were a toddler.

“Are you going to return to your room?”

“I can’t stay, we may not be a traditional couple but I’ll still be called out for sleeping with the Princess before the wedding.”

“Even if it’s just innocent cuddling?” You blink at him, purposefully batting your lashes. He doesn’t budge, but he does crack a smile.

“You say innocent, but I know what that word means to you.” You hide your grin behind the blanket and press your eyes closed when the bi-coloured Prince leans down to kiss your forehead.

“Good night, [Y/N].”

“Good night, Shouto.”

So here’s a thing

No one seems to ever talk about my favorite part of the Beauty and the Beast story, so in light of the disney remake coming out and everything, I’d like to take this moment to tell you guys something awesome. Bear with me for a moment.

First of all, as far as I can tell, Beauty and the Beast is the only mainstream Western fairy tale that was written ABOUT a woman, FOR women, BY women. 

If you list whatever fairy tales you can think of off the top of your head, about half of them–Rapunzel, Snow White, Little Red Riding Hood–were probably traditional oral folk tales, typically told by women to other women or children while they were all spinning and doing other work. 

However, these tales were then collected, rewritten, anthologized, and popularized by men like the Grimm brothers and Charles Perrault. 

The other half–The Snow Queen, The Little Mermaid–were made up in the style of these folk tales by modern (male) authors, most notably Hans Christian Anderson.

But not Beauty and the Beast

Setting aside its roots in the Greek myth of Eros and Psyche and its familial resemblance to East of the Sun and West of the Moon, Beauty and the Beast as we know it (prince cursed to be a beast, a rose, magic castle, a merchant’s daughter) was written by the French novelist Gabrielle-Suzanne Barbot de Villeneuve as a novella length story published in her book La Jeune Américaine et les Contes Marins in 1740. A considerably shortened version written by another woman, Jeanne-Marie Leprince de Beaumont, appeared in a French girls’ magazine sixteen years later, and that’s essentially the version we all know today. In both versions, Beauty is undoubtedly the main character. 

But let’s talk about the de Villeneuve version for a moment, because it’s pretty interesting. 

(First of all, I really recommend finding a translation and reading it yourself, because it’s a riot: the story you know only takes up about half of the novel; there’s this whole subplot where every night Beauty has these dreams of a beautiful prince, and they talk a lot, and it’s kind of implied that they might be getting up to some dream-world hanky panky, but it’s the 1700s so no one’s saying it outright. And she’s falling in love with him, and he with her. Except he’s constantly telling her “You know, I know you like me and everything, but have you considered the Beast’s offer of marriage?” And Beauty, understandably, is like, wtf. And then after the prince turns back into a prince, his snooty mother turns up out of nowhere and tries to break them up? Idk, it’s weird. Anyway….)

So in the original version, Beauty is at the castle living with the Beast. And every night he asks her to be his bride, making it explicitly clear that her answer is totally allowed to be “no.” And every night, she says no, and he doesn’t push her further. 

The interesting bit is although most translations put the Beast’s question as “will you marry me?,” the original version is closer to “will you sleep with me?” And it’s made clear once the curse is broken that only a willing–and not coerced–“yes” on Beauty’s part would break the curse. 

tl;dr: That’s right, ladies and gentlemen and otherwise inclined. Beauty and the Beast is a 1700s-era feminist parable about the magical power of women’s consent. 

*mic drop*

anonymous asked:

Thank you to the all that you do. Your writing is amazing. If it isn't too much trouble, may I request a fluffy scenario for Sidon where he and his soon-to-be s/o are spending the day playing with the Zora children and one of them says, "the Prince talks about you a lot." Then the other kids chime in with, "yeah, he really likes you!" and whatnot and basically kinda embarrass him? Or would that go against your character limit for a scenario? If it does then I'm so sorry! (ó﹏ò。)

[A/n: ALL ABOARD THE FLUFF EXPRESS]

“Hey! [Name]’s back!!” A child called out from their group and bound their way over to where you and Sidon stood.

 As soon as you heard their little voices a smile made its way on your face and you turned around with your arms wide open to bring them in a hug. They all ran as fast as they could and dog piled upon you cheering and laughing. Sidon was beaming, feeling proud that the child of Zora’s Domain were enthralled by you. He crossed his arm and covered his laugh with his hand as the children began to bombard you with questions.

 “What took you so long!?” 

“Well, I was travelin-”

 “Did you get a new cloak?? Why did you do that, your green one was better!”

 “H-Hey now, it was old-”

 “[Name], [Name]!! My fin grew another inch! I’ma be taller than you, just watch!”

 “Hahaha, I don’t doubt it. Majority of you will be taller then me before you know it!”

 “Good, ‘cause then we’ll all be big enough to throw you in the river.”

 “WHAT! Don’t be cruel!!”

 Sidon pressed his knuckles to his lips attempting to quell the laugh that threatened to burst. The kids were tugging on your cloak while the other ones in front of you pulled on your pants. Each of them wanting your undivided attention and Sidon was trying to keep himself in check as they all fawned over you. He thought to himself that he was lucky that the children were not around all the time from how much they admired you.  It would have been impossible to get close to you otherwise, but then again, it made his heart sore at the thought if you allowed him the chance to raise children with you. He could already tell you would make a great parent.

 It was then when one of the children noticed that they forget Sidon was there and they rushed over to him pulling on his hand to come join. Sidon could only chuckle at the little one tried their hardest to drag him over, and so he pretended they were incredibly strong. They giggled uncontrollably as they ‘dragged’ Sidon while you were on the ground again with a few children smothering you.

 In a feign feeble attempt for help, you raised your hand as if you had fought a mighty battle. “Sidon…I don’t think…I can make it. Tell the children….that I.. that I ate all their shrimps.” Loud gasps from all the kids could be heard, “Also…it was delicious… Blehhh.” You went limp and stuck your tongue out.

 All the kid began yelling and tugging on your clothing. “Noooo! You’re lying, you really didn’t eat them all, did you??”

 Sidon made his way over and pulled you into his lap, he held his trademark pose over your ‘dead’ body. “Do not worry, my dear, [Name]. I will make sure your message to the children will not go undelivered.” He looked at them all and tried his best remain serious, “Listen my fellow comrades!”

 They all took the poses of soldiers, and some looked like they were going to cry. Others faces remain intensively stern. “Aye, sir!”

 “We must honor our fallen comrade in arms!” He looked between them all before his smile became devious. “By tickling them!”

 Your eyes shot open and before you could get up a horde of Zora children dog piled you again, but this time their tiny fingers jabbing and tickling. You cried out and laughed while trying to push them away. You shook your fist at Sidon, “You betrayed me! I thought you loved me!” You jokingly jest, but the children all paused.

 “Sidon does love you!” One them called out and Sidon’s eyes bugged out.

 “Yeah! He went on and on how..uh…what was the word he used?”

 “He said infatuated.”

 “You dolt, that means you farted.”

 “Nuh-uh!”

 “[Name], are you gonna marry Sidon?”

 You were confused and trying to get your bearings as all children spoke at once. You glanced over and saw Sidon hiding his face. He looked completely flustered and you bit your lip to try to suppress the smug smile from surfacing.

 You made your way over to Sidon and he looked up at you before you pretended to faint. His reaction was quick and thorough, easily swooping you in a dip. He looked even more flustered at your cheeky grin, “Infatuated, huh? I think I can say the same.”

 The children’s reactions were a mixture of whooping and gagging. It took him a moment to register before a blush bloomed on his face not at all sure what to feel embarrassed at; the children or the fact he got called out.

Reasons Why “We Can F**k” Is Actually Greatness In Musical Form

1. Prince saying “we can f**k”

2. Unrelenting funk

3. He can rewrite the Kama Sutra in half as many words

4. It’s basically a raunchier, funky Electric Intercourse (”Hey I just met you, we should go do it” but he asks less beautifully in this)

5. Breathy, hitchy Prince 

6. His screams are 100 cuts above here

7. Moaning. So much moaning.

8. Dem. Drums.

9. Discovering a new layer to the song every listen through, thusly being laid flat out once again by it all

10. Anytime Prince decides to talk a lot on a song is alright with me

11. When have you ever heard a more gorgeous breakdown that took you from feeling things to your heart soaring over the clouds and orbiting the Earth, only to  seamlessly land you right back in the middle of the funk?

12. “You don’t have any reason to feel insecure. You’re the best.” 

13. The begging. As if Prince needed to beg. 100% effective though.

14. It’s a great song, everyone should listen to it always, the end.

The Israel-Palestine conflict is not something that people generally talk about and even when they do, it’s always a little too aggressive on either of the side or sometimes on both sides.

I’m pro-Palestine, so obviously I don’t think IDF is the greatest thing on earth and obviously I have slight distaste when someone mentions that they’re part of an organisation whose ideals I oppose. But everyone needs to understand that Gal Gadot and IDF are not one. She is not their brand ambassador, she doesn’t use every stage available to her to promote the ideals and works of IDF. And if she has stated that she love Israel, so what ? It’s her country, she has the right to love the place she was born in, where she spend most of her time (I assume) making beautiful memories.

I have only seen one movie of the actor Gal Gadot and I can already tell that she is a great actress, better than a lot of hyped Hollywood stars. And you should be able to appreciate that. Appreciate talent wherever you see it; man, woman, trans, black, brown, white, yellow, multicolored, jewish, muslim, hindu, atheist, Israeli or an Arab.

And if you are not capable of that, the Gal is a good enough actor that her version of Diana will make you forget that there was another person with her face playing the character. Wonder Woman is a great movie and a great character. Wonder Woman’s ideals are pure and universal, she talks about love and peace; that is an ideal that no good fellow will disagree with.

It is a very good movie, don’t deny yourself the pleasure of watching the movie because of some mis-judgement that you have.

And if you are one of those people who boycott all Israeli products because ‘the money will go into Israeli military funding in which case we are contributing to killing of more innocents’ , remember, that Wonder Woman is DC movie, it’s still hollywood production. Gal Gadot is not the only person involved in the making of that movie. It is a result of MANY individual talent and hard work. 

I’ve always said that being pro-Palestine does not mean that I hate all Israeli’s or that I hate all Jews. I don’t. They’re people and I’ve learnt that people are not inherently good or bad. So, far I haven’t seen anything that leads me to believe that Gal Gadot is deserving of my “hate”.

And if you’re still not convinced, and if you still think that Gal Gadot is a bad example of a human being because she served IDF and she doesn’t deserve your support. Then don’t support her. Don’t watch her movies. Disliking an actor or a person is not a sin, whatever the reason might be. Just don’t accuse her and anyone supporting her of being “child murderers” and labeling her fans as Zionist.

You can dislike someone for whatever the reasons might be and you can like someone for whatever the reasons might be. Just be respectful about it. A lot of our problems would be solved if we could all be nice and respectful to each other.  

Shirofuku: Thank you very much for Hall Tour’s Hiroshima performance!!!

We’ve performed our first cover as a duet👑
Great prizes have been announced and we only have half of the tour left, so I’m gonna work with all my might!!

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It’s not quite been a week but I’m going to take some time to ramble at length about Kiki and this transfer business.  Later I’m going to make a post about Hanagumi’s troupe structure and who might be fighting it out for the soon-to-be-vacant sanbante position.  But today is not that day.

This is is kinda long, so consider yourselves warned ha ha ha…

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A little sketch of Prince Gumball I did for a friend. Not sure which one I like better though!

sorting captive prince

these are my opinions! you could probably change my mind on many of the minor chars but for the major folks my thoughts are quite firmly cemented.

gryffindor: daring, nerve, chivalry, courage, bravery

  • auguste!
  • aimeric tbh
  • torveld maybe

hufflepuff: patience, loyalty, hard work, justice, dedication

  • damen
  • jord
  • erasmus

ravenclaw: curiosity, wit, learning, imagination, wisdom

  • laurent
  • it’s hard to spot them amongst the action….the ravenclaws are all at home ignoring this war shit, honestly

slytherin: ambition, drive, cunning, resourcefulness, cleverness

  • jokaste
  • nicaise
  • kallias (from ‘the training of erasmus’)
  • halvik probably
  • the regent, clearly, and probably the various councillors
  • kastor maybe? but we haven’t seen him on screen so it’s hard to say

spoiler-heavy reasonings under the read more!

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