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[hellonerf]

revolutionary war (2)

[not-another-robin]

I have a monumentous anouncement

Thanks to my shoddy craftsmanship, homosexual audacity, and autistic hype for meeting Andy Serkis:

Alfred

Fucking

Teddyworth!!!!!!

[brokehorrorfan]

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[dcggersedge]

@floreix

There she was! Hopefully he wasn't late. "Yunaka! I want to thank you for being my roommate for a night but also," Eyes avoided her and where color would be found on his face at the topic at hand, there were none. Instead he offered a nervous sigh. "Since you told me that night about talking to Lord Rafal…Can i ask if could you keep our own talk about my feelings for him under lock and key?" The dragon already knew how he felt but having offered him an invitation to talk, he didn't want to ruin it before it even happened. Not that Yunaka would ruin it, he trusted her, but he was worried that if she spoke a little too much it would make what he wanted to say come off as awkward above anything else. Whatever the case, he smiled tiredly at her once decorative stars welcomed him. "I told him i wanted to talk once we had the time or when everything was over, that's why i'd appreciate if you don't mention anything i said about him yet." A soft chuckle as he played with the cloth on his wrist, a calming habit he had found over the past weeks. "I just want to tell what i have in mind myself."

"Heya Big Bird!" Though she turns to him with a grin, Alfred doesn't meet her. Immediately, the smile is thrown away for worry as Yunaka inspects him. Nothing physically wrong, which means...

...oh shit.

"Oh." Of course, why wouldn't he want that kept between them? Alfred was an open book, but that didn't mean he was one that you could go around reading out loud. Yunaka swallows around the newly formed lump in her throat. "Right. About that..."

"So...Rafal already came around to yell at me some more." And point out how shitty she looks, which she should. Probably do something about. At least Alfred was polite enough to ignore it. "And I um. I kind of mentioned that we talked? And that you, uh...you'd been kinda bummed and that also you told me about how he rejected you twice."

"B-but that's all I said about our conversation! I-I didn't say anything else about what you said, I promise!" She doesn't think she did, anyway, but...shit, she really ran her stupid mouth on this one. "I-I'm sorry, Alfred, I should have realized..."

Ever since they arrived at this island, it felt like she'd been fucking up left, right, and center. The others all felt just as bad but, with her and Lapis having at least talked about what happened, this new one definitely the worst. "I...I just wanted to help."

[cosmik-homo]

dont think about dragon wing alfred dont think about dragon wing alfred dont-

[hopcflowered]

𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: tbd !! 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬: closed for alfred cattermole - @hoggleswart !! 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭: that's not a real answer.

"and i thought i was good at lying." humming softly, the faux blonde flicks back her fringe with slender fingers as she shrugs her shoulders. it had been released to the public of grace's involvement, of all of the auror's involvement, but not moira's. so it became a dance making up stories of how she ended up in st mungos, how she ended up with a wound likely to scar upon her head - from a nasty fall in her stoneless garden to a wild imp causing trouble with a fanged frisbee. "would you believe me if i told you i took a tumble down the stairs at home?" it wasn't like he would know she lived in a bungalow.

[aelswiths]

The first time she had done it it had been like something out of a dream, some out of body experience where she could see herself going through the motions but it wasn’t her controlling them. It had been done out of a quiet rage and pain that could not be expressed in any other way. No one suspected a thing. Alfred was a sickly man, therefore any bouts of sickness were not seen as unusual and not something to be looked deeply into. aka Aelswith and Alfred being unhinged about each other

For @volvaaslaug, @kingslionheart

Read it here

[rafent]

Another week over and once again it was time to prepare for the upcoming one. Although he could place the topic at hand in front of him with gentleness, Alfred thought that the dragon was probably exhausted from being set to another island again—or at least he imagined—so instead, he greeted the dragon with a smile only Lord Rafal could get out of him.

"Hey there Lord Rafal. How did the week go?" The prince asked as he closed the distance between them. His week despite being on the same island again was exhausting to say the least, between embarrassing himself in front of two friends and getting more than upset with someone he thought better of, he doubted he could say it was a perfect one. "I'm," Under his breath, mentally. "Exhausted myself, but i hope it went more than well for you!"

But with that said, his expression momentarily falthered before it picked back up in energy. Alfred was worried that what he said would come as ominous or even negative when all he wished was to know, even if the possibility only came in the future.

"When we have time or when all of this is over, i would like for us to talk," Fingers tugged the red cloth wrapped on his wrist as his gaze fell down, then picked back up. The smile on his lips a mixture of fondness and worry of how it would come of. "...It's nothing bad, i'd just rather talk with you if possible."

Steady footsteps traced with familiarity across the beaten trail, return from the excitements of another island accompanied by few expectations. Same sunny skies greeted the waiting eye, accompanied by the same sprawling sands, and even the same faces as browsed before; a monotony marked by singular grand difference. One welcome if not subtly changed friend.

"Indeed, Alfred. So a week it has been. Mine has been an eventful one at the side of the Divine One to say the least, but exhausting to such a degree as yours? Hardly." Greetings exchanged smoothly upon his halt, relief and warmth in the subtle relinquishing of his edges, then a rise of curiosity in his elevated brows. Exhausted, Alfred would say of himself, and Rafal could certainly observe that quality in the other, effortlessly as one 'brother' might do unspoken of another.

Gaze unable to meet, a confidence unable to match, the Firenese prince's expression felt as but a fractured mirror to his happiness, reflecting grouts rather than earnestly radiating with bounty. Never since their time at the Ethereal Ball had the dragon seen him so weary, an antithetical observation to the gaiety and recreation so touted by their supervisors. But quickly as sunlight had faltered, it peeked out once more from between grey clouds. Only a fool would be convinced of clement weather here. However.

". . .Very well. We shall speak whenever and wherever you are ready," he offered only - could do, only. A mystery to be untangled but what? There was something of note hidden away that Rafal's eyes could not see, absolved only by waiting. He sighed on a more certain reminder: "If you are exhausted for strenuous physical activity, then I would advise you to pace yourself. Rest when able. I am sure you grasp that necessity far greater than I."

[mr007pennyworth]

"Are you certain you wish you do this now?"

Alfred had been skeptical of this event since the Queen's lords had mentioned it in the following weeks of the Kings death. The ball really was only for show but the implications that Her Majesty was looking for a new suitor almost two years later ment that men from all over the country were applying to stand in that hall and talk to her.

Between rasing the young Prince Bruce and his own prodigy knight in training Baron, Alfred had considered his relationship with the Queen to have reached a 'slight' wall...

He was afraid to suggest in words how he truly felt, even though that by this point it was possibly just blatantly obvious to her with how he glued to her side. After assassination attempts, illness and defusing riots there had been a clear line that they had broken as friends and as Knight and Queen.

Alfred feared her response. He knew it was required for the public, for the small amount of media and gossip, for show...but the feeling that she might feel he couldn't be her King in anything more than a dream stung like no other wound had ever before.

"I know it's time we made the attempt to appease the Lord's and politicians but...I...I do not think I can entrust your safety to anyone else..." Words are already failing him and there's less twenty four hours before the ball.

@brokenthimbles

[fightwing]

DANCE :  for one muse to ask the other to dance at a party. / @roysenal

he's not saying he WISHED for a fire --- but he certainly wasn't opposed to an alarm. as a general champion of public safety, he's largely against mass panic for the sake of anything other than catastrophe, but at this particular moment he doesn't totally care. catherine, or charlotte, or cynthia or whatever her name was that always seemed to single dick grayson out in a crowd was simply B E T T E R at cornering than the young ward was at escaping, and with no polite way to say 'this is my nightmare' in a rich person's arena, it was his own traitorous voice that paused long enough for her to take his hesitance as a yes. and the thing of it was, they were not compatible. at all. other than the obvious --- that she was older than bruce himself and had vicious and downright mean opinions of everyone she was determined to share with him, but the part he cared the most at present was that every other step would be firmly and painfully ON HIS FOOT. maybe this was a him problem, but at this particular moment he'd rather be going round for round against any number of gotham rogues than in the stuffy, overpriced, underhated--- " mind if i cut in? " dick's wired instincts turn instantly towards the voice. easily recognizable by sound alone but upon inspection roy looks . . . HANDSOME. no other way to put it, even clinically or analytically as bruce was so adamant his every thought be. roy harper stood in a properly tailored suit that accented the fine lines of an archer's body. broad shoulders, tall figure, and his hair was artfully tousled --- swept in such a way dick knows was intentional but is victim to its affects same as anybody else, he'd imagine. worst of all, he's got that smirk. the one that lights the little stars in his eyes that twinkle with all he knows he's doing and worse, SUCCEEDING at. despite being his friend for some time now, dick feels, ultimately, a little starstruck. it's roy's outstretched hand that kicks his brain back into power. he'd always take the hand of a teen titan, especially when it was pulling him out of a moment such as this. his own smile is small and genuine and he can FEEL the heat rise on his face in a manner far too embarrassing for robin, but maybe suitable for dick grayson, ward of brucie wayne at a gala. sure, let's blame it on that. the acrobat nods, " lead the way. " roy's responding smile makes something in his stomach flutter. makes him totally forget his manners and just give in to being whisked away by his knight in shining tuxedo, and the eventual clasp of their hands feels more electric than any mission had ever allowed. the difference is obvious almost immediately. the way they move in tandem --- steps an extension of the next one rather than a clashing of leadership. it's a simple and slow song, one dick had found EXCRUCIATINGLY long in his previous company and yet, now worried about hearing its ending notes all too soon. dick bites down the silly smile that threatens to breach his face by looking at his hand, now wrapped around his companion's properly tailored middle as if he had needed to readjust (he hadn't). instead, dick waits a beat, a quick one, two where his heart doesn't feel like it's trying to squeeze through his ribs and make a hasty exit like the fire alarm plan had been executed before he gives in to the dance. leaning in slightly, just enough for the whispered words " thank you " to stay as they should: just between them.

[khozmoh1]

cosmo blinked carefully, abruptly grateful that he'd spent the entirety of his mortal life ignoring the usual horrors that his sight afforded him. ghosts, demons, ancient creatures belonging to bygone eras, these were things that had plagued his vision since childhood and his greatest defense against them had been denial. he'd walked through life ignoring the jump scares and the terrors, and the whispers and screams of things that went bump in the night in order to function in every day society, and that was the only reason cosmo managed not to react to the absolute nightmare fuel in front of him.

❝ i'm supposed to uh . . . ❞ cosmo squinted, was that a fucking tongue? ❝ update the security system, ❞ he finished slowly. surely tongues weren't that long, right? jesus fuck, was it moving?? cosmo tore his gaze away and settled on a much more pleasing, though no less intimidating, sight. // @smallergcd , alfred also gets a starter because reasons .

[smallergcd]

@vxctorx / continued.

" Now I'm certain you are the one flattering me, Mr. Trevor. ", a chuckle tugs at the corners of his lips and yet the honesty with which the other speaks softens something within him ( ah, cursed be his weakness for other artist and their tendencies to diminish their own abilities ). He reaches out and takes Victor's hand in his, his knuckles in his palm and his thumb brushing over the palm. " This hand creates something, does it not? Is covered in graphite or coal from time to time? You are an artist; don't bring yourself down, my dear. "

[moratoirenoir]

[brokehorrorfan]

Terror Threads has released two Psycho shirts designed by Yannick Bouchard and Toto6. They're $30 each.

[swinging-stars-from-satellites]

he listens.... and he apologizes........

[hopcflowered]

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒: closed for alfie cattermole ( @hoggleswart ) 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: somewhere in the middle of the cadbury ren faire

it was the first of two days where she was attending the ren faire alone, basil staying with her elderly neighbour for the day - no worries filled her mind as she thinks to the way he bolted into ethel's house for a day of baking. dainty hands hook her skirts into the skirt loops before adjusting her corset; tipping her pirate hat at passers-by, a sense of self-confidence imbues her body as she takes in the updated look of her costume - whilst basil enjoyed his day with ethel, she would be enjoying having a drink and having fun as an adult. a hand on a hip and the other gesturing to her outfit, moira calls out, "whatchya think? too revealing or just enough to be tasteful?"