#🤏 this small

[brbarou]

little bee!! :>

[vanivanvanilla]

[sunsestart]

Small...

[xcchoco]

those new sprites... omg im so excited for the new backstories

[vroomvroomsposts]

The height difference is killing me!!!! Logan looks so small next to Alex!!!

[thefrogdalorian]

The Din figure in this set has a facE AND HAIR!!

I AM LOSING IT OVER PLASTIC!

[pien-art]

so in love with Verin leaving out honeycakes for young Siuan and Moiraine and Verin saying she remembers the two of them sneaking into the kitchen for sweets <33 Verin my beloved i can’t wait to see her in s2!!

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prints available here!

[penaltyboxboxbox]

Carrie Schreiner and Amna Al Qubaisi together in the paddock prior to the F1 Academy Dutch Grand Prix, 2024

[metiredlr]

Thinking about chibi Lavi from the 1st anime extras...he is just a baby

Extra: doll(?) feat. Allen

[wnjunhui]

wonwoo being adorable while pretending to be a 10 years old 🥺

[keelifallen]

[kinnbig]

perth_ss smilin' 😄

[ysmtttty]

Eris week Day 2: Childhood || Legacy

AO3 or read below

Once upon a time, in a kingdom veiled in shadows and cruelty, there lived a young prince who loved his family dearly.

One shot, 1.1k words; @erisweekofficial

Once upon a time, in a kingdom veiled in shadows and cruelty, there lived a young prince who loved his family dearly.

He was the firstborn son of a fearsome and wicked king, who ruled the land with an iron hand. The young prince, though cherished deeply by his gentle mother, could not escape the dark influence of his father. The king was determined to shape his son into a mirror image of himself, a ruler even more ruthless and cunning. He harbored the vision of his son surpassing him in every way, with no intention of easily relinquishing the throne.

As the years passed, the young prince's heart was slowly consumed by the darkness that surrounded him. It seemed as though the light within him had been snuffed out, and everyone believed that the king's corruption had taken root in his soul.

Yet, there was a time when the young prince was innocent and free, before the weight of the crown loomed over him. In his childhood, he spent his days playing with the puppies in the garden, causing mischief, and sneaking pastries from the kitchen, much to the annoyance of the cooks. He would sit by his mother's side, listening to the stories she told with wide-eyed wonder. She was his first friend, his greatest comfort, and the most precious person in his little world.

She used to be the first who greeted him in the mornings with motherly affection, and the last who said him goodnight, leaving a tender kiss on his forehead. In her presence, the young prince felt a sense of peace and calm that he found nowhere else. He would share with her tales of his adventures, proudly recounting how he had taught the puppies to sit or how he had made a sweet maid's daughter blush by giving her daisies from the garden.

Those were the golden days of his youth, filled with love and laughter. But as he grew older, the cruel king decided it was time for his son to learn the ways of a true heir.

On that fateful day, the king struck the young prince, hard enough to leave a bruise on his chubby cheek and bring tears to his eyes. The prince looked to his mother for protection, but she stood by silently, tears streaming down her face. She did not intervene; she could not and she never did. She watched helplessly as the king began to mold her beloved son into something dark and unrecognizable.

The young prince’s light-hearted nature began to fade, replaced by bitterness and cruelty. His words grew harsher, and his actions more brutal. His mother could only watch as the transformation took hold, as the innocence of her child was stripped away.

Despite the harshness of his new reality, the young prince still played his favorite game—pretending. But now, the game had changed. He no longer pretended to be a mighty warrior or a fair king; instead, he wore masks of cruelty and cunning, so convincing that even he began to believe in them. No one could tell he was still pretending, that beneath the mask, a flicker of his former self remained.

As time went on, the young prince was joined by brothers. They, too, were once full of life, with chubby cheeks, fiery red hair, and mischievous grins as they stole candies from the kitchen. The young prince loved his brothers dearly, and they adored him in return. But as they grew older, they too fell under the king's dark influence, becoming echoes of their father and eldest brother.

The young prince watched in silence as his brothers lost their innocence, as their childhoods were stolen by the cruelty of their father’s reign. He watched them suffer, beaten until they conformed to the king's will. And in that suffering, the young prince finally understood why his mother had never come to his defense.

He then realized that the mask he wore had become a part of him, fused to his very being. But then, a new light entered his life—his youngest brother, a child of pure love and light, untouched by the darkness that had claimed the rest of the family. This child was different, and the young prince vowed to protect him.

But the light was soon extinguished, shattered by the king and the brothers who had succumbed to his influence. The young prince fought back, rebelling against his father, enduring broken bones and shackles. Yet, even his pain was insignificant in a court ruled by darkness. No fire or light seemed capable of piercing the thick veil of cruelty.

Centuries passed, and the young prince grew into a cunning and dangerous man. His mask was no longer a mask; it had become his true face. His eyes gleamed with cruelty, and his emotions were buried deep within, never to be seen again.

But deep down, he knew what he had to do. He had to bring fire back to the court, to ignite a wildfire that would burn the corrupted kingdom to ashes, so that a new and just realm could rise from the ruins.

When the young prince finally ascended to the throne, the kingdom began to change. Though the dais of his throne was stained with blood, the cries of despair gradually faded. The death of the old king marked the beginning of a life that could flourish once more.

At first, the people feared the new king as they had feared his father. They had no faith in his kindness, for they had known only tyranny. But over time, the king’s actions revealed his true intentions. He ruled with a firm hand, but his decisions were guided by a desire to help his people.

Slowly, the kingdom began to heal, and the folk came to cherish their new king. Yet, some wounds took longer to mend.

The king's brothers, still twisted by their father's teachings, envied him. They dreamed of seizing the throne, of ending the life of the brother who had always been there for them. The king, now unable to undo the damage that had been done, could only watch in despair.

His mother, who had found freedom after the old king’s death, still loved her children dearly. She chose to stay in the kingdom for just a little longer, but even love could not erase the fear that lingered in her heart. She flinched when the new king raised his voice at someone, and she was more guarded around him, as if she feared he might hurt her too. The king noticed, and it pained him deeply, but he did not know how to fix it.

The new king had achieved everything he had set out to do, yet he had lost everything he had once loved. In quiet moments, he longed to be that carefree young prince again, playing with puppies and listening to his mother’s stories, far away from the burdens of the crown and the scars of the past.

[miscellaneoussmp]

BABY BOY!!!!

[theperksofbeingstupid]

etoiles jungryeok and foolish talking about video games and the babies are riding a boat in the bg 🤏🤏🤏

[canine-gray]

bunnys!