take the sword and kill the prince

anonymous asked:

from Prince's Gambit... after Damen kills a man throwing a sword... what was Laurent really doing that took so long? *wink* and... perhaps Damen goes to look for him?

Laurent saw to the horses. Damen saw to the fire. Damen was aware that Laurent was taking more time with the horses than was necessary or usual. He ignored it. He built the fire. He cleared the earth, gathered fallen branches and broke them down to the correct size. And then sat down beside it and said nothing.

Laurent did not reappear. Damen wondered, suddenly, if there had been another man hidden among the short trees and bushes, and he rose from his place near the fire. 

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Some musings on fairy tales and tropes I wrote after watching TFA for the first time, in 2016.

Rey is in Maz’s CASTLE when she finds Kylo’s heritage saber. Maz’s place is a CASTLE, which makes this a fairy tale. What happened there is very much like what happened when Belle entered the Beast’s castle. Rey met a wise old lady (Maz instead of MrsPotts) who was very curious about her and asked Han who the girl was. Maybe because she feels curious but there may be more to it because she doesn’t ask who the boy, Finn, is. Maz can feel the Force and later she will tell Rey that her belonging lies ahead, so she knows much more than she seems. By asking who that girl is she may be wondering if that girl (Rey) is the one that she “knew” would come (to set Ben Solo free from the spell Snoke set on him?). Maz is another trope in a tale. There is usually a wise older lady who tells the girl about her destiny (a godmother fairy, Mrs Potts in “Beauty and the Beast”, a sort of motherly figure giving advice to this girl who grew up without a mother).

So we have the castle, the godmother telling the girl about her destiny, and also the orphaned girl. Girls in fairy tales have always lost their mothers, sometimes also their fathers, but they are always motherless as an indication of a passage towards adulthood. The girls are no longer children but women. Tales are always symbolic.

Then Rey goes where she shouldn’t go (like Belle when she goes to the West Wing in the Beast’s castle although she has been told not to go there). When Maz sees her there after her vision, Rey says “I shouldn’t have come here” (correct me if you remember her exact words better) or perhaps “I shouldn’t have touched anything”, meaning she shouldn’t have touched the lightsaber.

Another trope, the price under a spell. Kylo is a prince. That’s why San Tekka says to Poe Leia is a general but for him she will always be royalty. He says this just before Kylo appears there. This way they are telling the viewers that he is royalty. He is “in disguise” and “under a spell” but San Tekka reminds him of who he is ( a prince) and that he can’t escape which family he belongs too. As he is under a spell he rejects the truth. He won’t be able to accept it without (Rey’s?) help.

Then we have the girl going where she “shouldn’t” go when Rey goes to the castle’s cellar (the West Wing) and finds her destiny but doesn’t know what she has found. It’s the lightsaber and there she sees her future love for the first time ( or maybe she saw him some way before, like when Belle reads the tale where a girl meets a prince but doesn’t know it’s him until she gets to chapter three). Perhaps she has seen him in dreams or nightmares before, like it happens in the novelization. The lightsaber calls to her and the man in her vision tries to approach her twice. That lightsaber may be extremely important for Ben, because Belle touches the rose in the West Wing and it is already dying. The Beast freaks out because she touched it. When the rose dies, the Beast will have no chance to become human again. Kylo/Ben still feels the Light, which is like the Beast’s humanity (represented by the rose) but it is dwindling and Darkness is engulfing him. When this Light dies ( when the rose dies) the Dark Side will conquer his soul for ever and with no way back. Time is already dying out.

The spell must be broken before it is too late. Here we have another trope.

In the visions Kylo tries to approach Rey but she can’t see his face until he unmasks for her in SKB. In the West Wing Belle sees her prince’s face for the first time in a portrait but doesn’t recognise he is the one for her until the end (Episode lX then?). She doesn’t realise that she has seen the Beast’s human face or that he is the prince in the tale she was reading at the beginning of the movie, her favourite tale, and also her future love. It will be the same with Kylo/Ben. Rey has already seen his human face during the interrogation scene, both in the literal sense ( she saw his beautiful face) and also the figurative one, because she felt his inner self (Ben) and she could enter his head and see his thoughts and feelings. She called him a monster, which is very similar to “Beast”. She doesn’t accept him like Belle doesn’t accept the Beast at first and it will take her the whole trilogy to realise she loves him, although they were predestined from the start. Kylo will evolve until she can accept him and love him. She won’t love him until he changes.

Love breaks the spell, another trope.If this is a fairy tale she will love him back or the monster persona (the Kylo Ren persona) will take over for ever and the prince (Ben) will “die”. He said to Han he had destroyed Ben but this isn’t true, not yet. As Han says, his son is alive.

When Rey is in the castle she finds a magic sword ( the lightsaber) but she doesn’t accept her quest. Here we have a trope with gender reversal where the sword calls to a girl. We have a magic sword and a heroine to break the spell, rescue the prince and kill the dragon (snake-dragon, Snoke).

She runs away and meets the prince in a forest (like so many other princesses in tales) but the GA didn’t realise who he was and neither did Rey. However, he took her into his ship because he knew. That’s why he is so surprised she is only a scavenger, because he is waiting for a girl and everything indicates it’s Rey. Can the woman fate (the Force) sent for him be only a scavenger?

I’d love it if Rey “no one”, the scavenger, was the one to love and save “the prince”. This would mean every girl is a princess and a heroine, and worthy of love and being loved, any girl could be chosen to set off on a great quest and be the chosen one without blood having anything to do with it. But I expect something else because they have created too many expectations on the viewers for too long. If she was a nobody we should already know.

Collateral Damage

Chapters: 1/1
Wordcount: 15,217
Fandom: Fire Emblem Fates
Rating: Teen and Up
Warnings: Temporary Character Death, Mild Violence
Relationships: Xanlow (Xander/Laslow), various background relationships
Characters: Xander, Laslow, Odin, various other members of the Nohrian royalty with cameos by Ryoma and Saizo
Additional Tags: Mild Canon Divergence, Grief, Revelations Route, Near Future, Post-Canon, Character Study

Summary: Xander does not realize the depths of his feelings for Laslow until it is too late.

Fill for @dorkpatroller​ for the @xanlow-exchange​ for the prompt “I thought you were dead”

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“If, after the war, I were to go somewhere. Somewhere far away… If you never saw me again… Would you be angry? Would you be able to forgive me for abandoning you?”

“…Yes. I would.”

Xander had never expected Laslow to stay with him forever, had been prepared to lose him someday.

“Oh? Truly?”

“It is not your company I require. Only that you continue to draw breath. I just want you to ensure you live. Whatever your true name or appearance.”

What he had not prepared for was losing Laslow, not to a happy life in another world, but to a lonely death of the fields of battle.

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anonymous asked:

Writing prompt: People assumed that Megan carried the sword to earn her keep, to defend herself from the monsters of the night and cut out the tongues that scorned her name. But no one knew that it was a blunt sword, one she had never killed with before.

(BTW, I do do prompts! I’ve gotten a lot of them so it may take me a couple of days :) Thanks for sending this one in anon!)

“I never wanted to become a legend,” Megan says gloomily, staring at the sheathed sword on her knees.

Across the campfire, the mountain troll snorts. “Don’t flatter yourself. You’re a horror story, not a legend.”

Megan isn’t sure she wants to be hearing that from a mountain troll, particularly not one who had been trying to sneak up and eat her only twenty minutes before. She doesn’t answer, staring at the way the firelight flickers over the metal scabbard, sending long, deep shadows into the engravings along it.

“If you’re going to kill me,” the mountain troll says, “hurry up and do it. Sun’s coming up and I’d rather go by that sword than a bit of sunlight.” The troll looks anxiously to the horizon, hands twisting in the ropes binding it to the pine tree behind it.

Megan, feeling dangerous, picks her sword up with both hands, one on the scabbard, one on the hilt. The troll’s beady eyes fix on it, the breath seeming to still in their lungs. Slowly, Megan drew her sword just one inch. Then two.

“The Sword of a Thousand Souls,” the mountain troll breathes. The troll stares for another beat and then laughs without humor. “They said you could feel the pressure of your kills from across a field.” It swallows. “They were right.”

So even this one can’t tell a blunt sword from a live one.

Megan sheathes her sword with force, the metal singing a protest, and stands. She doesn’t know what she expected. To be caught? To be freed of this reputation? To be understood?


She can’t look down at the troll, the troll being taller than her even while sitting, but she tries. “You’re a disappointment,” she says coldly. “Maybe the sun will think differently.” She turns sharply on her heel and clicks her fingers. With a hiss, the fire goes out.

“Wait,” the troll says with alarm. “Wait! You can’t leave me here! Behead me, stab me, take my heart, anything. I don’t want to burn!”

Megan scoops up her bag, purses her lips, and keeps walking.

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Imagine: Loki coming into your chambers. Determinated to take you

Originally posted by turntofactsmyfantasies


I’m sorry if this sucks, but this was my first time writing smut. So please don’t hate me and I’m also sorry for grammar mistakes ‘cause there might be some because English ain’t my native language xD


You were changing to your  white night gown.You heard a sound behind you. It was someone trying to open your chamber’s doors. You (ofc) panicked and took a sword, you kept in your room in case of intruders, into your hand and pointed it towards the door.

You walked closer to the door as it opened. You positioned the sword at the intruder’s throat.. You soon realized it was the prince of Asgard, Loki. You still didn’t put the sword down, but kept it at his throat.

-What’s your business in my PRIVATE chambers? You asked the prince, but got no answer. He only chuckled.

-What’s funny? You were clearly not amused by his behavior, but he still didn’t tell you his business.

-I never thought you had enough guts to actually threaten someone’s life, he chuckled and you glared at him.

-Oh, trust me. I could kill you in cold blood right now, you said taking the sword closer to his face.

-Can you just put it down already?! He asked, getting annoyed.

-Not before you tell me, why are you here? You asked him. He didn’t answer you, but blushed. You were confused by this and got distracted. You put the sword down, even though you didn’t realize it first.

As soon as the sword was down, Loki pushed you to the wall. He started sucking your neck, trying to find your sweetspot. You moan as he found it and he stops immediately. He looked into your eyes with his ones full of lust.

He picked you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist. He kissed you, passionately. You kissed him back, as he grabbed your ass. You gasped and it gave him the perfect opportunity to slip his tongue to your mouth. You two fought for domination. He won eventually. Or actually you gave up because you got tired of it.

Your back was still against the wall, but he slowly started moving towards the bed, making you lean onto him a bit. Your arms were around his neck as his hands were on under your ass.

He fell onto the bed. You on top of him. He rolled you so you were under him as he started to undress you from you gown. His hands went from the hem of your gown to your panties. He stopped there and pushed his hands under the gown. They went up to your breasts. He put on of his hand behind your back and unclipped your bra. He pulled it out and tossed it to the floor.

One of his hands caressed your breast and the other one tore your beautiful night gown to two, but that didn’t even cross your mind at the moment. The only thing in your mind was how good his hands felt on your skin.

-This is unfair, you said to Loki. He knew what you meant. He got up, away from the bed and started to strip in front of you. First it was his jacket that needed to go, then his shirt, pants and underwear. He did it slowly just to tease you.

-Is this alright then? he asked, teasingly. You only nodded and pulled him back to the bed. You started to make out as he laid you on your back on the bed and started to pound into you slowly first, but started to pick up pace.

You moaned into his mouth and felt your climax getting closer and closer. You felt his thrusts getting sloppy too.

-Cum for me, he said, taking his lips off of yours. 

Prince Ashton

Requested: Yes

Summary: You were a cliche rebellion princess. You know? The kind that liked sword fighting and all the adventurous things in life. Well one morning, an arrogant boy interrupts you and it takes everything in you to not kill him right then and there. Then later on that day- he just so happens to be someone important to your father.

Word Count: 1511

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Posted with Permission from the artist @orenjimaru

Larger Version Here: https://twitter.com/orenjimaru/status/787907942708158466

(Saw this in the R76 discord this morning and wanted to write a drabble for it so here goes…)

The prince was gone. The Queen’s servant banged on his door before dawn, frantic and shouting about the missing heir. Reports of a young, upstart male griffin in search of his own harem increased over the last few weeks and  as a precaution those mounts given free reign of the kingdom were locked down, sequestered to the castle’s stables until the threat could be ascertained. Unfortunately Gabriel’s mount’s nest hatched already. The fledgling was too small to fly or move from the nest. Anytime he had tried to get close the mother griffin snapped, aggressive in the defense on her young. Gabriel left her be but maintained a guard over the nest. The report of the rogue griffin grew in that time but he never saw the creature appear. That day the Queen called him back to the castle. When the meeting was concluded it was too dark and dangerous to return to the nest. He had stayed in his chambers.

Now the prince was gone and, if what the servant said was true, the man was last seen leaving through the kitchens towards the aerie. Gabriel barked as to why no one stopped the Royal when they saw him. The answer was a cowering excuse: they thought the prince was merely going for a stroll around the castle ground. That alone was a common enough occurrence but with the added threat of an aggressive griffin roaming the lands, Gabriel assumed the servants would contain the common sense to not let their Crown Prince wander around at night. 

His mottled white, brown and black mount, saddled up and prancing, waited outside the stable. She was almost frantic, tossing her head while the stable hands tried to keep her from flying off. Her wings - massive soft white decorated in overlapping black lines - flared out, attempting to take off. Securing his gauntlets, Gabriel grabbed the reins from the nearest stable hand, dismissing the anxious boys and swinging himself into the saddle. One of the young men offered a tunic that belonged to the prince. His mount sniffed the cloth, jerking her head and hesitantly backpedaled. She had the scent. 

Without hesitation she took off and the duo were in the air in seconds. He felt her wings pushing against the air underneath of his thighs, adjusting the stirrups while he wrapped his fingers into the heavy feathers along her neck. Gabriel let her lead. They flew straight to her nest. Inwardly he was calling the prince every name under the sun for this foolish course of action. There was no sign of the beast ravaging the outskirts of the kingdom. Small blessings. The sigh of relief he had been about to breath was cut short. 

Shadowed by the overlaying boughs of thick foliage, the prince was hunched over the squealing, squirming fledgling. Gabriel’s mount strained against his hold. The imposing, massive figure of the male griffin circled around the heir. The man was hurt. From his point of view, Gabriel could make out a deep slice across Jack’s thigh. The blood colored the underside of the fledgling’s white feathers were it wriggled against the prince’s hold. Jack’s sword was nowhere to be seen. 

Gabriel growled a curse, urging his mount down and landing harshly. The rogue griffin reared at the intruders, shrieking at the knight and the female griffin. Cursing again, Gabriel dismounted, released his mount and watched her charge forward, flair up, screaming at the male to back off. His mount and the wild intruder fell into a ball of fury, feathers and fur. She could take care of herself. Gabriel drew his own sword, nonetheless he kept a watchful eye in case he needed to intervene. He took up a stance between the prince and the battling griffins. It didn’t take long, his mount taking a chunk out of the male’s hide that sent the wild creature limping, trilling and running away. 

“Give him here,” Gabriel took the squealing fledgling from the prince. He set the baby down. The youngster bounded across the space to stand underneath of his mother. “The Queen is going to kill me.” Gabriel shook his head, dropped his cloak and tore off a handful of stripes of cloth. 

“That was a beautiful cloak.” Jack fell back onto his rear, extending his leg for Gabriel to view the damage.

“It can be replaced. You,” Gabriel reached up, swatting the prince’s nose with a bloodied finger. “Can’t be replaced. What are you doing out here in the first place?” 

“The reports about a male griffin had me curious. I knew your mount had a nest out here.” Jack looked away, wincing as the bandages tightened around the injury to his thigh. “I wanted to make sure the baby was alive.” 

Gabriel shook his head, wiping his hands on the grass before offering a hand up. Jack took it. Swinging the prince’s arm around his shoulders, the knight adjusted the way he bore Jack’s weight. They could not both fit on his mount. She could only carry one person and her offspring. Calling her over, Gabriel hoisted Jack into the saddle and handed the fledgling up to the blond. 

“I can walk.” Jack protested from the saddle, brows drawing down in annoyance. Gabriel patted the calf closest to him and chuckled. 

“I’m not carrying your heavy ass anywhere. You’ll ride. It is bad enough the Queen is going to chew me out for returning her precious son in less than perfect shape.” Gabriel grabbed the reins, turning his mount’s head away from where she was trying to preen at the baby in Jack’s hands. 

“I’m sorry.” Jack shifted to adjust better in the saddle, his feet hanging limp over each side of the saddle. The wriggling, trilling chick in his arms did not help when the occasional claw caught and dug into the fresh thigh wound. Jack jerked his leg, wincing each time those sharp talons touched the bandages.

“Don’t be. Not every day I get to rescue a damsel in distress,” Gabriel laughed, full and throaty. His metal boot found the stirrup, hoisted himself up and place a chaste kiss to the prince’s cheek. He followed the gesture with a pat from his gauntlet to the exact spot his lips had been. “Now stop apologizing. I need to get you home before they send the troops after both our asses.” Gabriel led the way, laughing again when Jack’s face blossomed a beautiful tinge of red.

anonymous asked:

Hello! I've only recently found your writing but I think it is fabulous! Could you please write how some of the men in the army would react if Corrin/Kamui (or gender less) got realllllyyy injured protecting them in battle? Preferably Xander, Leo, Takumi, Ryoma, Jakob, Niles, Kaze, etc. Pretty please and thank you!

Thank youu ;v;) And welcome! <3
I’ve never tried multiple approaches to a prompt before, *Camilla’s voice* let’s see how this goes!
… Wait, now that I think about it, that’s probably what the previous anon wanted, right? @_@ I’ll edit that now…


Even under Kamui’s command, Xander insisted on always stay at the front lines. “As crown prince, I cannot let others fulfill my duty of protecting my kingdom.” He replied every time she tried to talk him out.

That fight was no different. He was commanding the troops ordered to eliminate the enemy’s detachment before it reached the main force. Worried, Kamui rode beside him.

“This is simply a detachment, Kamui.” He said after spotting the enemy. “Our Commander should be preoccupied with the foe’s main force.”

Kamui snorted, speeding up her horse by his side. “You really don’t mean that, do you? Every fight is important if we’re to win this war.” She saw his smile, knowing she hit the mark. “You’re only trying to protect me.”

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your royal highness// prince hemmings

Pairing: Prince Luke+Reader

(A/N): hii! I’ve randomly gotten this idea after re watching Snow White for the billionth time. Just to clear things up, the story is based back in medieval times but will be spoken in today’s English because I can’t read or write Shakespeare to save my life  good luck coping with Luke feels bc he makes a fine hot prince


enjoy reading! I hope y’all will enjoy! (:

Fed up of his duties in the castle, all the young man wanted was to be alone for a few hours. He had everything that he could ask for; wealth, power, status, and kings from all kingdoms across the world asking for his hand in marriage with their daughters. 

Prince Luke Robert Hemmings, the most prized possession of the kingdom. With his charming looks and clever intelligence, making his father, the king proud. 

Luke’s skills during war were an added plus to his persona. He could shot an arrow in any situation and hit his target straight in the chest. He could pick up a sword like it was as light as a feather and wield it effortlessly, not fazed by his opponent. 

The young prince spent most of his life behind the castle walls, his family not wanting to take the chance of their son getting hurt or killed. The only time he was seen by his subjects were during religious holidays or special occasions. 

But tonight was different. 

Currently, it was the beginning of December, which meant the whole kingdom was covered with Christmas tress, lights, and hymns were heard throughout the small streets. Snow covered every inch of the ground and trees, making Luke feel warm despite the coldness surrounding him. 

Snow flakes blurred his vision, and he tried to blink them away. Luke was on his most trusted horse; an all white horse with a beautiful mane, naming him Apollo. He was a present for his eighteenth birthday, the two quickly bonding together and Luke liked to talk to share his feelings with Apollo even though the horse couldn’t understand what he was saying.

Luke had sneaked out of the castle right after supper, ditching his royal attire for a plain wardrobe and coat. 

He had to be home in a few hours before they had noticed that he was gone or all hell would break loose. But on the other hand, Luke could do whatever he wanted, no not because he was punk rock. Because he was a prince. 

Apollo slowly trotted into the center of town, the town square full of joy and warmth despite the snow. Lanterns and fire pits were around each corner. Children were playing, laughter filling the air. 

The chances of the subjects recognizing Luke were slim, as no one was really allowed close to him. It was all a namesake, everything surrounded his name and status. 

The one thing that stood out most to him was a couple shyly holding hands and the complete look of affection that they were giving each other whilst sitting on the ledge of the enormous water fountain in the middle of the square. T

he teenager was whispering sweet nothings into her ear as the girl giddily wrapped her arms around him. 

Luke had princesses practically in line to get a chance to dance with him at the royal balls. Occasionally, his tall and strong build would make him step on their toes, making them furious. But no one could resist a smirk and a sorry whispered into their ear by him. He wasn’t going lie, they were all gorgeous and pretty.

Different gowns, too much make up, over done hair, the smell of strong perfume; he just wanted someone simple. Not sophisticated.

He wanted to know the feeling of truly feeling infatuated with someone. Snapping back to reality, Luke quickly got off of Apollo and stroked his mane, finding a place to tie him up. 

Shoving his hands into the coat pockets, Luke’s oceanic blue eyes scanned the various small shops and houses as he kicked the snow. Running his hands through his messy blonde locks, screams and shouts of several men could be heard in the distance.

Looking behind him, he squinted his eyes to find a girl with brown hair running as fast as her feet could go, sheer fear evident on her face.

Trailing right behind her, was a group of men with torches high in the air.

A gash was noticeable on her left leg, which seemed like it had just happened moments before because the of the rate of blood oozing out. The girl wasn’t wearing a coat and wore torn up shoes. The dress was covered with spots of dust, the old cotton wearing out. 

In a blink of an eye, the girl shoved Luke out of the way in an attempt to get away from the group of men.

Confused, he just stood there trying to grasp what was happening. A part of grew in anger because no one could miss handle him like that. Another part was growing in sympathy. 

Watching the scene unfold, Luke quietly watched the girl run a few more feet before she stumbled over a few stray rocks and landed straight on her face. 

A strangled cry of pain escaped her lips as she saw the shadows of the approaching. She had to get up, for her brother. Shooting up on her feet, the cold ice didn’t faze her.

A minute too late, her arms were suddenly grabbed behind her by dirty hands.

“Leave me alone!” She yelled as she struggled to get out of his grasp. Her heart was beating against her chest and her breathing was stopped.

Luke felt anger grow inside of him. His fists were balled up tightly, ready to fight. This was no way to treat a woman. Eyes dark, he was ready to kill. Trying to kick the man holding her, she thought that they were over doing it.

All she did was take a small loaf of bread without paying for it. Not a big, right? Suddenly, a young blonde man with pale skin shot in front of her. He looked into her brown eyes for a split second before ripping her away and shoving her to the ground.

Overly confused, she wiped the the snow from the face as she watched her blonde savior threaten the attackers. His tall and muscular build seemed to belittle the group of older men as he pulled out a small but dangerous knife from his coat.

Luke’s weapon was unrelenting; it was long and sleek, creating a precise cut no matter the circumstances. The dagger glimmering under the light of the moon. 

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Concept: KuroDai x HQ Quest Au

  • Prince Daichi is friends with Princess Yui since childhood, but they are separated because Daichi travels abroad.
  • Once he comes back, he finds out that his childhood friend was kidnapped by a demon king, so of course he’s going to try and save her.
  • Daichi travels all the way to the demon castle expecting to fight an horrendous monster, but instead he’s greeted by a (somewhat hot???) guy that claims that the demon king isn’t even home and Daichi just invading like that was just rude.
  • The guy Kuroo, the cat demon. Daichi fights him anyway because he will save his best friend one way or another.
  • Yui shows up in the middle of the fight and stops them. Turns out that she wasn’t even mad about the kidnapping thing. In fact, she was kind of glad, because her parents wanted to force her into an arranged marriage. She was better off living with the demons anyway. 
  • Actually she’s been waiting for a cool guy to come and rescue her - and Kuroo will gladly let her go when a guy she likes comes - but until them he’ll chase away the other guys.
  • Daichi has to apologize to Kuroo for punching him in the face and trying to kill him with a sword. And to thank him for taking care of Yui. 
  • Actually, now that Daichi is spending a few days there to rest after the long trip to the demon’s castle, he finds out that this cat demon guy is not only hot, but a huge fucking dork. But a really sweet dork.
  • So the prince is not only just best friends with the princess, he also falls in love with the demon.

lee jun ki’s acting in moon lovers will be the death of me - forget all the scenes where wang so is being this terrifying person– the best scenes are the ones where he says nothing at all! its so easy for these ‘bad boy’ characters to be assholes for like 6 episodes before we start seeing their softer sides but no!! in three episodes lee jun ki has managed to push wang so up to #1 w/ just facial expressions

  • when he goes to see his mother and he opens the door w/ this big smile only to find his other two brothers there and he wasn’t invited 
  • the eagerness on his face bc he wants to be accepted by his mother
  • the vulnerability when hae soo sees him without his mask and he hides his scar immediately before ever so softly asking, “did you see it?”
  • when he and his brothers are practicing and wang eun and wang jung get into one of their fights and hes smiling on the side bc DEEP DOWN he does care about his brothers (except wang yo im pr sure everybody hates his ass)
  • when he gets hurt filling in for crown prince moo and when his father takes the masks of and finds him-doesn’t show any concern that so is hurt at first and you can see the TEAR!!! well up in poor wang so’s eye that even when he’s hurt and bleeding and could have almost died his own father doesn’t have this instinct to care
  • when hae soo gets cut by the sword his eyes go wide so slightly bc he IS scared she’ll get really hurt even though he’s like, ‘go ahead and kill her see if i care lol’
  • when hae soo confronts him asking if it’s so bad that she wants to live–that everybody wants to live and he has this split second look of slight shock like a lightning bolt just hit him like ‘damn somebody else GETS IT’ 
In The Name Of Your Father

 TITLE: In The Name of Your Father


AUTHOR: wolfpawn

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki is training recruits for a war that Asgard is in. Every house has to send one man to fight in the army, but your father is too old/ill to go, so you disguise yourself as a man to save him from certain death. Basically something resembling the Disney Movie of Mulan.

RATING: Teen and Up

The training continued, though with your adjustments, which made everyone’s lives a lot easier. The soldiers were better able to recover when learning new skills and Loki and his Einharjar trainers did not have as much stress.

The greatest issue you faced however was the weight of the sword you were expected to work with. It was far heavier than you had anticipated, and there was nothing you could do to alter it, it was standard issue, making it almost impossible for you to train with it. Loki simply watched as you attempted to swing the four foot long blade, but at not much passed five foot yourself, it was incredibly oversized.

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The Enchanted Forest Chronicles by Patricia C Wrede

If you like- Once Upon a Time, works of Joss Weldon


Dealing With Dragons- Cimorine is a princess who despises being one. Rather then learning dancing, etiquette, and the proper way to be rescued by a prince, she likes reading, sword fighting, and learning magic. So tired of being told she is “improper” she comes up with a plan so crazy that it works. She goes into the Mountains of Mourning and asks for a dragon to take her prisoner. One dragon, Kazul, is so shocked by her nerve she takes her in and teaches her magic and dragon history in return for cooking and cleaning her cave. As time goes on Cimorine uncovers a plot by wizards to kill the King of the Dragons and install a puppet.

Searching For Dragons- Mendanbar, the King of the Enchanted Forest, discovers that chunks of his kingdom have been destroyed, apparently by dragons. Going into the Mountains of Mourning, he meets Cimorine, a princess whose dragon has been kidnaped. Together they must find out who is trying to cause a war between the Enchanted Forest and the dragons

Calling on Dragons (My personal favorite)- Morwin, a witch in the Enchanted forest, is called upon her friends Cimorine and Mendanbar, to aid them in a quest to defend the Enchanted Forest from the wizards who seek to suck all of the magic from it.

Talking to Dragons- Cimorine’s son, Daystar, is entrusted by his mother to save the Enchanted Forest and his father, from the wizards who have been searching for them since his birth.

Personal Thoughts- This is the series that made me want to do these reviews. Its one of the series that’s fantastic, but no one has really heard of. It takes almost every fairy tale or fantasy trope and turns it on its head or makes a joke of it.

As the above summaries suggest, each book is told from the point of view of a different character, however all of the characters play a role in each book. Cimorine however, is the protagonist of the series and is one of those princesses that is just as capable as her male counterpart. She’s tough good with magic and fighting, and is also shown to be a skilled politician and ruler. She’s also snarky and real good at using people misconceptions of what a princess should be against them.

While Books 1 and 2 are great, my personal favorite is Calling on Dragons. Its narrator, Morwin is one of my favorite characters in the series. She’s basically what I picture a young Professor McGonagall would be like. She smart, no nonsense, but at the same time sarcastic and with a good sense of humor. The book also delves into her personal life a bit, and what she does in her spare time.

Book 4, Talking to Dragons, I believe is the weakest of the series. It’s still good but it’s basically the Enchanted Forest Chronicles: The Next Generation. Most of the characters in the previous three books are now relegated to supporting roles in favor of new characters who are ok, but are not as interesting as the old ones. There are still some good parts but I feel it’s not as good as the others

One final thing is if you can get this series as a book on tape, do it. The book on tape version of the series is amazing with a whole cast of actors doing the voices.

holywaterspookysoakers  asked:

please please please i request more of that arranged marriage!Hartwin please

Honestly I have been thinking about it nonstop since I posted it. So here, have some headcanons about it:

  • Harry’s kingdom is called Oxford, and Eggsy’s is Brogue (fight me)
  • Oxford’s crest colors are black and gold, Brogue’s are blue and silver
  • The two kingdoms have been at war due to some long-ago rivalry between past kings, but by the time King Harry and King Lee are on the throne, they realize that they should be trying for peace. Though the people are so used to the fighting that it’s going to hard to convince them it’s time for change.
  • Merlin is the one who suggests marriage, at one of the many, many negotiations between the two kingdoms. Partly because it’s a viable and diplomatic solution for ensuring peace, but also because he really just wanted to see their reactions to the idea (they don’t disappoint; Lee nearly spits out his tea and Harry turns paler than a ghost while gaping at his advisor like what the fuck, Merlin).
  • Though at first, they think he means for Roxy (King Harry’s ward) to marry Prince Gary, since they’re closer in age. But nnnnope, in order for the marriage to mean anything, it has to be the rulers of the kingdoms (but since Lee is already married, the heir is the next best thing).
  • Which is just fine with Roxy, since she’s had her eye on Lord Valentine’s ward, Gazelle (ayyyy).
  • So like, they announce the marriage, to the shock of the kingdoms and Eggsy, cause he’s had next to no idea what his father’s been negotiating with King Harry, and when Lee gets back, Eggsy is fucking furious. Queen Michelle is even a little upset with Lee, but she ends up siding with her husband much quicker than Eggsy.
  • Lord Chester, one of the oldest and more powerful members of Harry’s court, tried sabotaging the negotiations, because he would greatly benefit from a war between Oxford and Brogue, but when the marriage is announced anyway, he begins plotting anew. If Prince Gary is killed while in Oxford, Lee will blame Harry and declare war anyway.
  • Cue Chester’s lackeys (like Charlie, Digby, Rufus, etc., who I imagine to be squires) following Eggsy around after he arrives in Oxford and trying to get him killed. But Eggsy is more capable than they’d counted on, and the first attempts fail.
  • Also, after the first attempts on Eggsy’s life, Harry freaks out and takes extra measures to protect his fiance. Eggsy’s a little annoyed, but also kind of touched by how genuinely worried Harry seems for him.
  • Roxy and Eggsy bond by sword fighting YE

Aaand that’s all I have now. But gosh, I love royalty/arranged marriage AUs. >w>

anonymous asked:

Prompt: Grog remembers Nala

I’m so sorry, I’m sure you were hoping for something sappy or sweet with Grog but A. I’m not great at writing Grog and B. I only barely remember who Nala is. Instead, have this modern AU of a very stupid conversation.

Percy doesn’t remember eating any of Keyleth’s pot brownies but he feels like he must have because this entire conversation is so surreal.

He’s lying flat on his back on the floor of Pike’s apartment, which also lends credence to the idea that maybe he’s just stoned, but Pike doesn’t have a lot of seating in her apartment and Grog takes up about half of it. Trinket is lying next to him under the coffee table and at some point in Percy’s life, the idea of laying on the floor next to a drooling mastiff would have been humiliating but he’s long past that.

Somewhere above him, Grog is pontificating on a childhood crush he only half remembers.

“She had blonde hair ‘n blue eyes. I don’t really remember the movie. Something ‘bout a king gettin’ killed and then they gotta take back the throne, I dunno. Real violent.”

Vax, who is probably stoned, responds slowly. “Blonde hair and blue eyes isn’t that specific. That could be Hannah Montana for all I know.”

“Was there regicide on Hannah Montana?” Percy wonders out loud.

Scanlan, who is definitely stoned, hums and says, “Not that I remember.”

Percy tries to turn his head in Scanlan’s direction but his view is blocked by Trinket. Trinket licks Percy’s forehead and he wrinkles his nose. “Did you watch Hannah Montana?”

“Yeah? Kaylie was a kid once, y’know.”

“Did she like it?”

“No. Regicide might have helped.”

“A movie where a king dies,” Vex says from her position on the couch. Her feet are kicked up on the coffee table, which means that if Percy looks straight up, all he can see are her thighs. They’re nice thighs, speaking from experience. 

Gods, he has to be stoned.

Vex continues on, oblivious to Percy’s inner confusion. “That narrows it down a little, doesn’t it? Was it the Sword and the Stone?”

“Was there even a girl in that?” Pike asks. “I’m pretty sure there wasn’t.”

“Mmm, s’a witch,” Keyleth mumbles, half asleep and face down on Pike’s lap. “Sexist.”

Pike pats the back of her head.

“Maybe you’re just remembering the movie wrong, Grog,” Vex says.

“Nah, got a perfect memory.”

Vax snorts. “Except for the part where you can’t remember her name.”

Grog grunts. “Look, the king’s brother kills him, the prince goes into hiding, later he takes his throne back, I’m talking ‘bout his girlfriend.”

Percy blinks rapidly at the back of Vex’s thighs. “That’s the plot of Hamlet. Did you see a production of Hamlet as a kid?”


“Oh my god,” Vex says with a sudden laugh, “That’s the plot of the Lion King. You’re talking about Nala from the Lion King. Grog, did you have a crush on a fucking lion?”

“Yeah, that’s her!” Grog says excitedly, too happy to have finally figured out her name to realize Vex is insulting him.

Vax is nearly choking on his laughter. “Grog, are you a furry? Do you have something you need to tell us? You can open up to us, buddy. We’ll only judge you a little.”

“Am I high?” Percy asks. “Someone please tell me I’m high. I don’t think I can handle this conversation otherwise.”

Vex peers over the couch at him, “Darling, you ate three of those cupcakes. If you weren’t high, why would you be on the floor?”

“Well, I thought that, but then I also thought Keyleth said only the brownies had pot in them.”

“I just assume everything Keyleth bakes has pot in it, honestly,” Pike puts in.

Percy considers this for a long moment. “That’s fair.”

Keyleth snuffles against Pike’s legs, “S’organic.”

Pike pats her head again, “I know, dear.”

Somewhere above him, Percy hears Vax say, “Listen, no - Shut up, Scanlan. Relax, Grog, I’m gonna tell you what a furry is.”

Percy wants another cupcake.

Adaptation, apparently

There’s been much talk recently of what Game of Thrones will do now that it’s (arguably) gone past the books. That’s caused me a good laugh, because they really haven’t been sticking to the books for some time, the worst transgressor being this past season. 

As the actual plotlines - which the minds behind the show alternately hide behind or dismiss as not being cinematic - are so often discussed, let’s take a tiny look at how well they’ve adapted some of GRRM’s characters (seriously, this post could have been a novel if I’d lingered on each character and each moment of…development.)

“It was the dragonglass that slew it. Not me, the dragonglass.” - Samwell Tarly, A Storm of Swords

Samwell Tarly, Season 5, Episode 1

“Was it your hand they hacked off in Harrenhal, or your manhood?” - Cersei Lannister, A Storm of Swords 

“ “Why so reluctant, ser? Did you lose your courage with your hand?” (…) Cersei slapped his face. “You had best go, ser.” - Cersei Lannister, A Feast for Crows

Cersei kissing Jaime’s golden hand, Season 4 Episode 10

“The woman is important too!” - Arya Stark, A Game of Thrones 

Arya Stark Season 2 Episode 7

(Even more disappointing, because she started by pointing out that Aegon’s sisters Rhaenys and Visenya were as great as Aegon. Another jab is that Tywin mocks girls who admire Jonquil, a maiden from a story, and incidentally someone Sansa is compared to in the books.)

“Who else is there to kill? Do Myrcella and Tommen need to die so the shades of Rhaenys and Aegon can be at rest? Where does it end?” - Ellaria Sand, A Dance With Dragons

Ellaria Sand, Season 5 Episode 2

"He wants me to kneel (…) I won’t. Why should I spare his feelings when no one cares about mine?” 

Season 3, Episode 8

(Apparently D&D & co. took Sansa’s words a bit too seriously and decided they too should not care about her feelings and small acts of resistance.)

(BONUS: “so that [her and Tyrion’s] heads were on the same level.” - Sansa Stark, A Storm of Swords Take a look at the picture again and check how that was…corrected.)

“And Littlefinger was no friend of hers.” - Sansa Stark POV, A Feast for Crows

Season 5, Episode 3

(But of course she would trust him and go along with his idea to marry the people who killed her family. Cause she’s not smart like her sister. Also because not doing so would make her a bystander? Sounds completely reasonable.)

“The girl never wept. Young as she was, Myrcella Baratheon was a princess born.” - A Clash of Kings

Season 2 Episode 6 

"Prince Trystane had taken to [cyvasse] at once, and Myrcella had learned it so she could play with him. She was not quite one-and-ten, her betrothed three-and-ten; even so, she had been winning more oft than not of late.” - A Feast for Crows 

Season 5, Episode 6

(Perhaps he’s explaining why she couldn’t be portrayed as smart in the show?)

“There can be no danger of a consummation, Tommen is much too young.” - Jaime Lannister, A Feast for Crows

"King Tommen Baratheon I, a boy king of eight years, his kittens Ser Pounce, Lady Whiskers, Boots” - A Feast for Crows

Season 5, Episode 3

(Sidenote: even with the argument that he’s been aged up, how was he this old in season 3

and then suddenly this old in seasons 4 & 5? 

Especially given that Gilly’s baby, born in season 3, is still this old:

Not matter how you cut it, Tommen is a child being sexually manipulated by adult when no such thing happened in the books. Cause all men like sex always regardless of whether or not they are, in fact, men?)

"At Hardhome, with six ships. Wild seas. Blackbird lost with all hands, two Lyseni ships driven aground on Skane, Talon taking water. Very bad here. Wildlings eating their own dead. Dead things in the woods. Braavosi captains will only take women, children on their ships. Witch women call us slavers. Attempt to take Storm Crow defeated, six crew dead, many wildlings. Eight ravens left. Dead things in the water. Send help by land, seas wracked by storms.”

Season 5, Episode 8

“Even now, long days later, the memory filled him with a bitter rage. All his life Tyrion had prided himself on his cunning, the only gift the gods had seen fit to give him, and yet this seven-times-damned she-wolf Catelyn Stark had outwitted him at every turn.” - Tyrion Lannister, A Game of Thrones

Season 1, Episode 5

(Gods forbid Tyrion be outwitted, and by a woman. HA. Never. And of course he’s omniscient, he’s Tyrion!)

“Catelyn Stark was trapped against the stone face of the mountain with three men around her (…) She had a dagger clutched awkwardly in her maimed hands (…) Tyrion ducked under his sword, lashed out with the axe, the man reeled backward … and Catelyn Stark stepped up behind him and opened his throat.” - A Game of Thrones

Season 1, Episode 5 (see last link)

“A woman can rule as wisely as a man.” - Catelyn Stark, A Game of Thrones

Season 3, Episode 6

(Of course Catelyn wasn’t actually a politically savvy councillor to her son. She’s a woman! And worse, a mother.)

“Cunt again? It was odd how men like Suggs used that word to demean women when it was the only part of a woman they valued.” - Asha Greyjoy, A Dance with Dragons

Yara Greyjoy, Season 2 Episode 8 (to provide but one example)

Odd how men like D&D and the writers use that word to demean women (& men) when it’s the only part of a woman they value.

anonymous asked:

OMG I'M in love with your BMP prince reactions. I think they are spot on with what some of the princes would feel/react to certain situations. Have one of my own, though it's REALLY, REALLY DARK.... How would each of the princes kill/murder someone? (You don't have to reply with how they would, but then could you at least please tell your reason why you won't. I know it's really dark request but the idea came to me when I read Keith's reaction to MC getting killed >. <)

80 Oooh! This one should be interesting!

It’s actually kinda scary how fast I was able to answer this one. I think this means I spend too much time thinking about them. >.>

Note: Not taking any requests until the ones in my inbox are completed.

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