that's it just a bow

Someone please talk to me about the fact that King Butterfly knows what it means for a princess to be evaluated, and that fact that Baby annoys him because she eats all of his food, and why does that sound familiar, oh yeah, because that’s exactly how Baby treated Marco.

It’s all too easy to imagine a young Moon Butterfly, nearly fifteen years old and dreading her first evaluation. She pours over her spellbook, determined to memorize everything, and frowns when Glossaryck says, “You’re not ready for that one” because Glossaryck is always so honest, even when his words cut deep.

“Has a princess ever failed her evaluation?” she asks. Her voice is steady, practiced, and proper, undaunted by disappointment or hardship.

“Yes,” Glossaryck replies. “And even if they hadn’t, who’s to say that you couldn’t be the first?”

She doesn’t blink at that, doesn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing her flinch. She will, later, many years down the line, when Chauncey falls in battle and the whole world is crumbling apart, she’ll show Glossaryck just how deeply things affect her and just how hard she can cry, but for now there’s only one person she shares those things with, and he’s well outside the palace walls.

River is quite something to see in his youth, fearsome and fearless and strong. Most would say he has hair like sunlight but it’s always reminded Moon of the stars, shining yellow and bright alongside her namesake. He’s so different from her own family, so wild and loud; he says exactly what he’s thinking and doesn’t hide it behind guile and double-meanings, false smiles and polite words. He introduces the revolutionary concept that it is alright to express one’s emotions, to shout when one is angry, or declare one’s love in the middle of a tourney, because the princess has bested many monsters and he hopes to one day be as capable as she.

Moon doesn’t admit, at first, how nervous she is or how frightened, but River can tell. River’s learned to read the way she holds her hands, or the way her mouth thins out to silently reflect what she’s feeling, and he pulls her away from the rowdy, rude Johansen clan and wraps his arms around her.

In time, they return to the palace. River likes it here about as much as Moon likes the Johansen’s; he can see it from her point of view, appreciate it in a way, because it’s a symbol of Mewman tradition, steeped in ceremony and significance. These things are as vital and natural to Moon as breathing, but to River it will never quite feel like home.

They lock themselves in the kitchen and delight in roast boar and little pastries that River cannot name but also cannot stop eating. It’s here that Baby finds them, and here that Moon’s evaluation begins; Baby asks her to pass an apple from the counter and Moon hesitates, her hands folded, her mouth thin.

Suddenly, River picks up the apple and tosses it. It flies over Baby’s shoulder and splatters against the wall, and River laughs from deep inside his gut and cries, “Do I pass? Am I a princess?”

The corners of Moon’s mouth curve ever slightly upwards, and all at once her fear is gone, because no matter how poorly she does, it won’t be as bad as that.

What if
There was more to Prom than the guys knew
Like - This is Prompto looking up at Noctis on the throne
Can’t you just hear him saying
“Thats enough.”

And the Kings stop before bowing to him
Maybe he’s just waking so he’s not even fully sure himself of whats going on
Its like he’s hearing the words right before he says them
Maybe there’s a higher power, kind of like a judgement above the Astrals that steps in when it feels a price is too high after what the bearer has already been through. 

Prompto is just a vessel and its been laying in wait all this time. Noctis is left sitting on the throne as the Kings leave, the feeling of his fathers hand on his shoulder squeezing before it lifts and 


Whose eyes roll up in his head and he collapses prompting Noct at last into moving as he hurries down the steps and crouches at his friends side.
Maybe Prom is overseeing Ardyn’s judgement in Noctis’ stead. And wouldn’t that be sickening for Ardyn.

He wakes up some time later with his three boys around him,a killer headache and 

“What’d I miss?”


The Amazons of Themyscira


anonymous asked:

original carrot annon here, sorry for making you feel bad about your favorite food, but um it would've been bad to see you get sick or deads, beacuse of it, you enjoy what you like please, but remember to stay in good health, and so-so-sorry for that, i was just concerned thats all, -bows- (; n;) -hands pack of strawberries-


What else is important to you? What else tells me that your sister means enough for you to make a real sacrifice? Oh…


“The signs are all there. Just got to know how to read ‘em.”

anonymous asked:

Do you think that the fact that Lexa bowed with both knees on the floor has any factor in the difference between clexa's bows?

i mean, yes and no? on the one hand clarke’s bow (actually not clarke, wanheda) was really flashy and obviously an act for everyone else. she bowed her head and got down on one knee cause thats probably the Formal Bow

and lexa (not heda) just got down on both knees because it was the easiest way to put herself physically below clarke to show her she was quite literally surrendering herself. so like yeah theyre obviously really different bows but im not sure the way it was done is the symbolic bit cause theres a bunch of different factors that made them really different