#Hols Prince of the Sun

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A Shoulder To Cry On Pt. 2

Requested By: @saturnsapothecary Genre: Hurt/comfort Ship: Side Characters x reader TW: Mentions of crying, physical touch, Distressing situations (not specific), hugging, mentions of kissing, sad Solomon, Word count: 805 words AN: Hi! This is the second installment in this, This one is sad just like the last one and has some depressing topis, please heed the TW and happy reading!!

Find Pt. 1 Here! (Demon Brothers edition!)

Diavolo

You can hear this man's heart shatter into a million tiny pieces

He just wanted to surprise you at the HoL but he never expected to see this!

Runs up to you and kneels in front of you, “What’s wrong, my dear?” 

He doesn’t have much experience with consoling people but everything comes to him so naturally as he gently lifts you from the ground and brings you to your feet before asking you to accompany him to the castle

Once you all arrive, He’ll send Barbatos to start you a bath and will try to make your stay as comfortable and luxurious as you let him.

Unlike the others he actually can do something about your problem, He is the prince, One day king, of the Devildom- He has a lot on his plate but you will always be his top priority no matter what.

Barbatos

He had come over with Dia to attend a meeting with Lucifer, While the two conversed he decided to pay a quick visit to you, Not knowing what he would discover,

A soft gasp resounded throughout the room as light steps, almost like a ghost grew nearer and nearer.

His presence would almost dance around you as his eyes took in your being, Looking for signs of wounds or anything else that the naked eye could find.

Very slowly, a gloved hand would take your face, No words were spoken as he looked into your eyes, His hand would curve around your arm and gently rise your body up before creating a portal to lead you to the HoL, Sending a quick text to Lucifer and Diavolo of you whereabouts

He’d lead you to a couch in a private sitting room before disappearing for a couple of minutes, coming back with tea and a large box of things, He’d set the tea and other assortments down on the coffee table.

He would settle himself beside you at a comfortable distance, Just in case, Before pulling things out of the box, Tissues, A blanket, etc 

He’d bundle you up and would start preparing the tea as he’d let you talk about the situation/anything you’d want to talk about

He isn’t allowed to fix tiny things with his powers, But he will always be there for you- no matter the outcome.

Simeon

Oh this sweet angel

He could probably feel your distress through the door

One of the only people to actually know what to do, He is an angel who not only is raising another angel but is also a very naturally nurturing person

He is by your side before you can even register that he’s there, His presence washes over you like the sun as he immediately frets over you in a soft tone

You get to your feet with his help, He leads you to the bed before tucking you in with a soft hand running over your forehead (He would also kiss your forehead if you’d like)

Sleep takes over your tired state as he whispers reassurances and praise to you, He is a warm soul and will help you in any way he can

Solomon

He was just returning a book he had borrowed when he saw you.

His entire body stiffens up as your own racks with sobs

“Mc..?” he says in a whisper, just loud enough for you to hear

You meet his eyes, Swirls of grey remorse float through his eyes as he tries to understand what he’s seeing

He lingers near the door as he watches you try to get yourself together, Unsure of what to do.

��I-How can I help?” Your eyes will meet his again as he searches for an answer.

Whatever you want at that moment, He’ll do. If you want to talk, He’s all ears, If you want comfort, His body will slowly unwind- muscles untensing, as your bodies melted together

He is in a world up against demons and angels alike, fighting over your attention daily. But if he can be there for you in these moments, Minds so close together, Him helping you, That would be enough.

Luke

“Mc!-” The boy would say cheerfully as he entered, Once he saw you though, Whole demeanor change.

A little gasp leaves him before he runs towards you, Immediately looking you over, “What have those demons done to you!?” 

Please reassure him that everything is okay, This boy is jumping to conclusions as soon as he sees your face

He will hug you tightly as tears well up in his eyes, What can he do to make it better? He just wants you happy- You don’t deserve this!

Will invite you to come and de-stress at the Purgatory hall by baking with him.

Will definitely be over protective of you for a couple weeks after that

[not-another-robin]

Justice League music tastes from someone who has no taste

Fuck it I'm just making a post. And yes, I have playlists for every member of the Justice League.

Bruce Wayne

Classical listener. He has old old man taste (raised by the butler syndrome)

Loves opera. Listens to it casually and sings it in the shower

Has a soft spot for moody musical theatre he liked as a teen (namely phantom of the opera)

Song from his playlist: Confrontation from Dr.Jekyll and Mr.Hyde

Clark Kent

Genuinely rocks to International Harvester

Yes he likes country, but old country. Ones that tell a specific ass story

Also stuff you'd hear at a baseball stadium

Song from his playlist: Live Like You're Dying by Tim Mcgraw

Diana Prince

Big 70s/80s fan, loves Fleetwood Mac

Female fronted bands only

Also loves traditional Greek music, can play it too

Song from her playlist: Rhiannon by Fleetwood Mac

John Stewart

Specific taste for Detroit musicians, into music history

Supports small artists, buys CDs off teens handing them out

Also dad rock

Song from his playlist: House of the Rising Sun by the Animals

J'onn J'onzz

Loves the most on the nose songs imaginable. Rocket Man gives him shrimp emotions

Also loves obscure musicians, but more indie hyperpop that makes your brain melt

Listens to industrial drilling asmr

Song from his playlist: I'm Going Home from the Rocky Horror Picture Show

Shayera Hol

Has the music taste of a 16 year old girl who smokes

Loves loud and angry music

Likes to sing rock stuff, don't tell anyone

Song from her playlist: I Hate Myself For Loving You, covered by Halestrom

Wally West

Ska

[flowercrowngods]

knightmærs

love: saying "i love you" even when you're scared written for @steddielovemonth day 20 (@quinns-shadowy-arts)

M | ~3.1k | tags: medieval-ish au, prince!steve, lovers to enemies who are still lovers but it’s intrigue cw: torture (both implied and explicit), past & on-screen brainwashing, manipulation, angst, violence, open ending, mild gore, traditional fairytale imagery

princemær

It is not the sensation of cold steel touching his throat that makes him halt, the blade against his skin a feeling so familiar these days that he barely falters in his steps anymore. Nor is it the clearly spoken threat of, “One wrong move, Kas, and I will paint the soil with your blood so that something good may come of your existence after all.” 

Original, that. Eddie is not loath to admit it. 

And were this valiant knight anyone else, he surely would have worked his clever tongue to make it count, at the very least, that they should have caught him at last. Judging by the determination in the man’s hazel eyes and the absolute calm in his hand, sword unwavering against Eddie’s throat, he would have paid gravely for it. 

As it is, though, Eddie can only stare into the eyes of his imminent captor, frozen to the spot and freezing yet more when he finds no trace of recognition in those eyes. 

What did they do to you? he wonders desperately, so forlorn in the throes of distress he finds no wherewithal to struggle against four men of the Prince’s guard as they roughly disarm and bind him. He doesn’t take his eyes off the Prince, aching for just a hint of recognition, even a glint of betrayal and hatred – but all he can find is cold nothingness as the Prince holds his gaze, looking down at Eddie from his royal mare. It’s not one Eddie recognises, and he is reminded of the years he has gone without those eyes in his life. 

“The King is expecting your return,” says the Prince, sheathing his sword when one of his men binds Eddie to the back of his horse; the first of many tortures, he is sure.

Or rather, the second, with the way the Prince is looking at him, speaking to him without that familiar melody to his voice. It is monotonous now, and Eddie wants to become the monster again that they all make him out to be, if only to rip out the throat of the person who did this to him. The person who took the Prince’s voice, his smile, his memories. 

He would gladly become a monster for him all over again. 

“A sword has been made for your head, after all. And a feast for your demise.” 

And with that, the Prince spurs his mare into a trot, his loyal guardsmen following just behind him, pulling Eddie with them. It is a small miracle that he does not stumble and fall, the floor beneath his feet unsteady as cotton as all feeling leaves his body and the world rewrites itself around him and this very moment. 

Prince Steven wants him publicly executed. That is not what leaves Eddie’s stomach with a wave of nausea he barely manages to swallow down, panting and gasping for air as he is from running after the horses. 

No, what leaves him with a frozen bloodstream and a panicked paralysis of the mind is that Prince Steven recognises him no longer. Remembers not the history that lies between them. The sacrifices made. 

Were the situation any different, allowing for tears and curses cried into the dark of night without threat of detection, Eddie would have wailed. Wept at the realisation that he should have never left Steve to the claws of the King and his advisor. 

What did they do to you? he agonises, staring at the familiar blues that attire the Prince so tragically familiar. And how do I get you back before you spell doom for yourself with my own blood?

*** 

Foolishly, Eddie has spent years of his life thinking he would never be presented with this view again: The palace in all its glory, sandstone nary white and golden, shining and gleaming in ways more sublime than the sun herself. It stole many a night from him, the thought of this vision and the heart it holds inside, a keep more than a palace, and just as out of reach for the hands of a man deemed a traitor to the kingdom. 

But now here he is, stumbling on bleeding feet as the horse drags him into the courtyard of what used to be his home so many winters ago he has lost count. People gave gathered in the streets and alleys and up by the windows, chancing a look at the man condemned, sweat and tears dried and crusted on his cheeks, ripped clothes showing bleeding wounds from falling when the Prince demanded they ride faster. 

He can scarcely hold his own weight anymore, his feet aching and burning, his entire body on fire and dehydrated, the world around him spinning just quickly enough that he takes too long to realise it when the Prince cuts the rope from the horse’s saddle and takes a hold of it instead. Holding Eddie like a mutt on a leash – and he’s panting like one, too. 

Still he catches his breath long enough to lift his chin and look at the Prince, showing defiance in one simple act that in another lifetime counted as devotion. But he wants to look at him. Wants to drink him in, changed though he might be. 

“Will you lead me to death now, Your Majesty?” 

The Prince says nothing as he rebinds Eddie’s wrists, securing them to his chest so he can’t easily break free and the Prince’s neck in the process. A wave of pride washes over him, even as he realises that he must succumb to being a prisoner for now with no means to escape. 

“I am but your humble subject. Where you lead, I will follow,” Eddie says with a wavering voice, just barely resisting to bow before his Prince for dramatic effect and hoping that would conceal the truth to his words. 

“One more word, snake,” he says, cold eyes boring into Eddie’s like a blade of ice and leaving trickles of fear in their wake, “and I will personally see to your death being so slow and painful, you will have forgotten your own name just before I am done, leaving you not enough time to remember. You will spend eternity wandering and finding no peace. Finding not even your name, as all you are has been replaced with pain.”  

Eddie flinches away from him unwittingly, hating the cold smirk that infests that beautiful face. His Prince wouldn’t talk like that. His Prince would not resort to threats of torture, inflicting fear wherever he sets foot. 

He had heard the stories, tales of a Prince changed, accounts of the Golden Prince dimmed and dulled, a tender heart hardened and smooth edges roughened to hurt whoever dared to touch him. The first few years he had heard the tales, and still he had chosen disbelief and doubt. Refusal to believe it. 

His Prince would never. Stevie could never. 

And yet. 

“What happened to you?” he whispers, the words leaving his mouth before he can stop them, and he watches as something shutters behind those familiar eyes. 

“You cut out my heart. All those years ago, when you killed him. I intend to do the same to you.” 

Eddie swallows, the words not making sense. He has killed many a man, those who deserved it and those who did not, but whom could he have killed to elicit such a response from the Prince? 

“Whom?” he dares ask, preparing for a blade in his stomach or a fist in his face, ready for the guards to pull him back and pummel him until he does indeed forget his name and the rest of the world for a while. 

But the Prince stands his ground, his cold gaze nary lifeless even as Eddie’s vision swims. 

“Eddie.” 

And all the blood flees his body in a rush as understanding dawns on him, leaving yet more confusion as he hears his own name fall from the Prince’s lips with such barely concealed grief and sadness that it makes his knees buckle. 

“I intend to repay you for what you have taken from me. Settle the blood debt. Three days from now, it shall be my hand on the sword that will have your head.”

Eddie is too stunned to speak, too exhausted from two days on his feet, dragged on his feet and on his back, and the unfamiliar sensation of fear grips his whole body and intensifies the aches and pains he feels until his legs give out and he lands on his knees in front of his Prince, close to weeping once more. 

A hand comes to rest on his chin, tipping up his face so he can meet those royal eyes, and Eddie finds himself wishing for the blade instead. 

“Good,” Prince Steven says, his voice quiet, only for Eddie to hear. “I want to hear you beg for your life.” 

Eddie cannot keep a hold of the tear that breaks free and rolls down his face, leaving a trace for the Prince to follow as he undoubtedly marvels at having the great Betrayer on his knees and at a loss for words. 

And Eddie knows he will beg. But not for his life.

*** 

Torture does come, but not from his Prince. 

Instead it is Henry, the King’s advisor, who takes great pleasure in taunting him, leaving his body bloodied and bruised before he applies whatever concoction he cooked up that will leave Eddie feeling like his insides have turned to flames, leaving him to grunt and bite down on his screams as Henry weaves tales out of thin air laced with blood, sweat and tears. 

“You were always so gullible, the both of you,” Henry continues, though Eddie must have missed the beginning of his words, as even these ones barely reach him through the pain. 

“What did you do to him?” he asks around a mouthful of blood, spitting at Henry’s feet, revealing in the sick twist of his mouth that Eddie can just barely make out as his vision blurs dangerously. 

“What did we do to him? Oh, even a decade later you are still the same stupid boy you were then, hmm? It is you who did this to him. It is you who betrayed him, killing Eddie Munson and becoming Kas The Betrayer. Do you not recall?” 

His world tilts suddenly as Henry fills his mouth with a bitter liquid, clamping his mouth shut so Eddie has no choice but to swallow it all. 

“Surely you do remember the way you shoved your blade between Munson’s ribs on your way out of this cell all these years ago, cutting out his heart and making it your first feast of your newly-won freedom. Surely you remember betraying the Prince’s trust and then killing his lover and his best friend. You must remember, stupid boy, and know that your execution will bring freedom to the Prince’s mind that is so trapped in its vengefulness.” 

Nausea overcomes him and he retches, but Henry prevents him from throwing up and emptying his bowels to rid himself from whatever the alchemist uses to cloud his senses and reshape the world to his very own liking. 

“Shut up,” Eddie wheezes, earning a well-placed punch for his troubles. “Don’t touch him. Don’t you… Don’t you touch him.” 

A smile fills his vision as Henry comes close to hum as he turns Eddie’s face this way and that, keeping him from shaking it as images of a false history manifest in his mind. 

“Oh, I won’t have to touch him. See, he will realise what he has done on the scaffold. The veil over his eyes will be lifted when your heart stops beating, all the pieces will fall into place, but still he will be blind, for the veil will be replaced with the ghost of you, slowly fading beneath him.” 

Henry is circling him, stalking him like a predator his prey. Eddie has not been prey in so long. He does not know how to suppress the shivers or the horror at the tale woven around him. 

“And then, sword still in hand as it drips with your blood, despair will overcome him and he will follow you. The kingdom will be freed of the King’s pest of an heir, and I will lend his grieving Majesty a helping hand in ruling his kingdom. That is, of course, until he, too, ultimately succumbs to grief for his only son, leaving only myself to rebuild and reshape first the kingdom and then the whole world just the way I want.” 

He comes to a stop in front of him, another dark green flask in his hand. 

“You are but a pawn in this, Kas.” 

More of the bitter liquid flows down his throat and Eddie almost chokes on it, coughing it up and trying to resist, but Henry is stronger than he is. Always has been. 

And with poison in his ears and his bloodstream alike, Henry’s words grow truths inside Kas’s mind; the memory of Eddie Munson dying on his blade, the blood dripping down his fingers as he takes a bite of the man’s heart, and the prince’s screams in his ear at this ultimate betrayal, for that heart belonged to him. 

When he loses his grasp on consciousness, out of breath and out of his mind with pain, he wishes for the scaffold. He wishes for the Prince to take his life and settle the debt. Avenge his love. Avenge what Kas can only ever dream about. 

***

Gradually, over the span of only three days spent in either sensory deprivation or torture, Henry manages to drain the dredges of Eddie’s false identity and replace them with what really happened; replace them with Kas. With guilt, with shame, with a debt so severe it could never be paid back as long as Kas remains alive. 

He forgets about most of Henry’s visits, wakes up with new injuries and new memories, the reserves of water left for him tasting bitter and wrong, but he is always so desperate for it, he has not the luxury of choice. 

The Prince never comes. 

*** 

The third sun rises and finds Kas a broken man. 

They lead him out in chains and shackles, like he poses any risk of escaping. Like he doesn’t welcome what is about to come. Like he doesn’t— 

He… 

Kas falters in his steps the very second he lays eyes on the Prince, hand resting on the hilt of a broadword that looks to be expertly crafted. A sword has been made for your head, after all. He swallows, ignoring the guard that kicks him in the shin and punches him in the neck, telling him to move forward. 

His head aches the longer he watches the Prince, the world around him becoming hazy as guilt and shame wash over him, the feeling that this is right, this is what he deserves. And still, underneath it all, when Prince Steven meets his eyes, there is the nagging feeling that none of this is right at all. That the Prince should not be looking at him like that, should not be holding onto that sword, should not be his own executioner. 

It splits his head, but still he is helpless against the shackles, cannot struggle when the guards pull him along instead. 

The Prince says not a word until Kas the Betrayer kneels before him, and once again there is a wave of familiarity that comes from this action, but he cannot place it. Kas has never knelt for anyone, so it must be wrong. It must be instinct, the last desperate flare of a dying flame, leaving him disoriented, his head flooded with visions of how life could have been. 

The headache mingles with a new wave of fevered need to live, to rip apart these shackles and kill every guardsman and the King himself before he leaves the sandstone castle behind him once more. 

But there is also a strange sensation of calmness that tells him he is willing to let it happen like it must. He is willing to give this to the Prince and repent. He is willing to give it all up and give in to this. 

Kas the Betrayer is ready to die. He is too tired to alter the course of fate any longer. 

But then? Oh, a lone man’s willingness is not force strong enough to defy the will of Fate herself. 

Because when Prince Steven opens his mouth, all the bitterness leaves Eddie’s mouth, all the visions become unveiled at the sound of that voice that for decades now has held him through pain and pleasure alike, the voice that whispered promises of a future together of even just five minutes away from prying eyes. 

When Prince Steven opens his mouth, Kas becomes Eddie once more, coming to life again inside his own tired, exhausted, agonised head. 

“Any last wish?” 

For those to be the words that save him carries a strange sense of irony, and Eddie knows it’s too late. He knows the plan will commence. Maybe it’s for the better. Ten years he has suffered without his heart, ten years spent shunned and banished and labeled a traitor to all kingdoms simply because he dared to love his Prince more than his King. Ten years that have left him tired and worn out, without a purpose to his ways. 

And Steve, subjected to Henry and his alchemy, his poisons and potions, his bitterness that will turn your insides to flames. Steve, tortured and manipulated for ten years without Eddie there to protect him. 

Maybe it’s for the best that it should end now. That it should end like this. He has no strength left in his body, could not free himself or the Prince even if he were foolish enough to try. 

Still he finds himself relieved that he should die inside his own head this time. That small mercies and miracles alike will grant him this. Looking at Steve as he takes his last breaths.

So, does he have any last wish? 

“Yes,” he croaks, daring to look up into those once so beautiful eyes that hold no warmth anymore. 

Tell me what they did to you. A kiss from my Prince. Don’t turn this blade on yourself when this life has left my body. Believe me when I say this is a trap, and I am not who you think I am.

But he says none of that. Wishes for something else. Wishes not for himself.

He swallows, straightening his back. “I wish that you would… That you would just, just listen to me.” Fear overcomes him, and he knows these will be his last words.

The Prince inclines his head, intent at least on listening. Good. That’s good. 

Because now, for the first time in a decade, Eddie will utter these words to ears that will listen. Fear grips his heart, squeezing around it until it stops. And still he speaks. 

“I love you. And I forgive you.” 

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(SFW, tiny bit of angst, takes place in the Child MC AU. Link for original post here.)

The ticking of the clock echoed through the castle's tea room as he stared out into the distance. His hand was still gripping the teacup that Barbatos had kindly refilled but Diavolo's words were nothing but white noise to him.

"Lucifer?"

He suddenly felt himself being pulled back into the room.

"Sorry, Lord Diavolo."

"...Is everything alright?"

The demon simply nodded in response but Diavolo could see there was more going on in his old companion's mind.

"You realize that I can tell when you're lying?"

Lucifer let out a sigh as he realized he would have to explain himself now, else Diavolo would start to worry. As much as he hated having to tell anyone this, he supposed it was better to ease the young prince's worries now.

"It's... nothing important," Lucifer begins. "....I'm worried. For MC."

Diavolo's face lit up with surprise as he heard Lucifer confess this since the old demon rarely liked expressing his concerns. But he was quick to change his expression, afraid that he would close up again.

"They're a human. Even if they're living with us, that isn't something that can be denied," Lucifer goes on. "I can't help feel that us bringing them to the devildom may have been a mistake."

"I already assured you that they'd be protected here," The prince says.

"I know. But what about the universal human experience? The devildom is so different from the human world, in our food or basic behaviors and expectations." Lucifer explains, "What if they grow up and struggle to be a normal human because WE were the ones to raise them? We can't ever provide a true human experience to them. Even something as basic as the sun rising everyday isn't something we can replicate."

The prince quietly listened to these concerns, realizing how in depth Lucifer was thinking, possibly long before the adoption even occurred.

"I don't want them to regret coming here or being a part of our family," Lucifer admits.

Suddenly Diavolo laughs, catching Lucifer off guard completely.

"May I know what you find so funny?"

"Sorry, I shouldn't have laughed. But you remind me of a fussy hen worrying over her chick."

Lucifer looked away, a hint of blush appearing on his cheeks.

"If I knew you were going to dismiss it-"

"No. I'm not dismissing it. You're concerns are valid," The prince quickly says, "Why don't you bring them to Solomon?"

"Solomon?"

"Out of everybody we know, he'd be the only other person stuck between two worlds like MC. Perhaps he could give you some advice or help in come way?"

Lucifer's eyes narrowed as he thought of that shady sorcerer being anywhere near mc.

"Absolutely not. Solomon cannot be trusted."

"But do you really have any other choice?" Diavolo asks, "I'm certain he would never harm MC. He already has made it clear he wants to help. Besides, this isn't about either of you, it's about MC."

After tea, Lucifer walked home to HOL, with much to think about.

[ingek73]

Harry and Meghan in Jamaica are soft-power dynamite. Britain is left with kryptonite William and Kate

Nels Abbey

At times like these, it’s clear that the Sussexes represent a missed opportunity for a UK that needs friends in the world

Fri 26 Jan 2024 11.25 CET

Left to right: the Duchess and Duke of Sussex; the Jamaican prime minister, Andrew Holness, and his wife, Juliet; and its culture minister, Olivia Grange, at the premiere of Bob Marley: One Love in Kingston on 23 January 2024. Photograph: Jason Koerner/Getty Images for Paramount Pictures,

A popular Nigerian adage says “the cow never knows the value of its tail until it is chopped off”. In many tragic ways, this speaks to today’s Britain. From EU membership, to competent leadership, to low inflation, it seems necessary for Britain to lose things to appreciate their importance.

This week, look at Prince Harry and Meghan being feted in Jamaica. See the soft-power skills they carry with them, and think about that Nigerian adage.

In much of the British media, Harry and Meghan are all-year panto villains. But around the world, they could not be more loved – often for the very reasons they are despised in the British media. They are the soft power we could have enjoyed with the increasingly dominant, increasingly self-confident non-white world, especially the Commonwealth.

It’s not just that they are royals. Prince William and Kate headed to “no problem” Jamaica in 2022, and encountered problems aplenty. As their PR fiasco unfolded, they were derided for shaking hands with Jamaican children through wire fences, and for motoring viceroy-style through crowded streets in a fancy Land Rover. At the nightmare’s end, Jamaica basically handed Britain its P45, informing the royals of its intention to be a republic, to “move on”.

View image in fullscreenPrince Harry larks about with Olympic sprint champion Usain Bolt at the University of the West Indies in Jamaica, 2012. Photograph: John Stillwell/PA

Still, Harry has something the royals he left behind and the likes of Chillax Cameron can never have. He has familiarity, an ease with difference – and he has Meghan.

In 2012, he also had the love of the UK press and public. He was praised for his warm embrace of the then Jamaican PM, Portia Simpson-Miller, and was photographed larking about with Usain Bolt. “He has shown himself to be a natural ambassador, a diplomat in a very real sense – one hug from him has (at least partly) dissipated the bad feeling of generations … It is inconceivable that any other royal could have pulled this off quite so effectively,” gushed the Mail on Sunday.

‘God Save the King’ doesn’t fall from Jamaican lips so easily. Soon we’ll be a republic

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But that was then, before the British media’s own version of Orwell’s “two minutes hate” became a thing. Now, much of the press sees Harry and Meghan glad-handing and being glad-handed in Jamaica, surfing the love at the premiere of the Bob Marley biopic, and they don’t much like it. “Meghan and Harry pose next to anti-royal Jamaican prime minister who wants to ditch the monarchy and warned Wills and Kate they’ll never be king and queen of his nation – as Charles undergoes prostate surgery and the Princess of Wales recovers in hospital,” thundered the Mail. “The hubris of Harry and Meghan’s Jamaican photoshoot,” snorted the Spectator. “Crown fools: ‘Provocative’ Harry & Meghan spark royal row as they meet Jamaican politicians plotting to oust Charles as head of state,” jeered the Sun.

Britain understood Harry’s value and soft power in 2012, so what changed? Answer: Harry fell in love with, and married, a Black woman. That could have been a boon for this country, here and abroad; instead it’s a might-have-been. And what might have been to our reputational benefit is what has been happening in Jamaica.

The UK headlines and sour grapes tell you one thing: we messed up and we know it. Meghan was, and remains, soft-power dynamite, and all we have now is the soft-power kryptonite of Wills and Kate and the Windsor “firm” that spurned her. Still, that’s us: we never miss an opportunity to miss an opportunity.

Nels Abbey is a writer, broadcaster and former banker. He is the founder of Uppity: The Intellectual Playground

[mortalduality]

derek luh, bisexual, cis male + he/him → isn’t that lysandros malikov? i’ve seen them wearing the crest of chasque. i hear they’re 32, but they’re also a sorcerer. they’ve risen up the ranks to become a prince. they seem to be charismatic & ambitious, but also obstinate & boisterous. if you look closely, you’ll see their aesthetics include calloused hands and scarred skin dress in expensive attires and fine jewelry, sneaking out in the night to experience a different life, a fervent flame guiding those through the darkness.

Basics:

Name: Lysandros Malikov. Nicknames: Andros. Gender: Cis Male. Date of birth: 367 A.D. Age: 32. Kingdom: Chasque. Position: Third-Born Prince. Religion: The Old Spirits & The Blind Man. Species: Sorcerer.

Appearance:

Height: 5'8" Weight: 175. Build: Broad - Athletic. His activities have led to a nicely sculpted form emphasized by his naturally broad shoulders. Hair Color: Black. Eye Color: Dark Brown. Tattoos: Sleeves on both arms with different sigils and runes. Enchanted not to be seen when he desires. Piercings: None. Clothing style: As Lysandros, his clothing is very understated. Choosing functionality of appearance. Even in official events, he's forced into the royal garbs. However, as Nova, he is a showman and dresses up for the performance he puts. Prominent features: The beauty mark said to be a blessing from the Old Spirits. The pink and full lips that hold his natural scowl and hide his bright smile. The calloused hands he has despite his comfortable life.

Personality:

Positive traits: Charismatic, Ambitious, Curious, Determined. Negative traits: Obstinate, Boisterous, Flippant, Noncommittal. Habits: Traces his tattoos over his clothes and mumbles the type of sigils they are to himself. Gets so lost in thought that sometimes he finds himself accidentally staring at someone. Likes: Learning new things, Traveling, Singing, Performing, Rock Climbing, Hiking, Fighting, Drinking, The warm summer sun, Stargazing. Dislikes: Disrespect, Ego, Pears, Brown nosers. Alignment: Chaotic Neutral. Inspirations: "One Voice" by Brandy. Dazzler from Marvel Comics. Walking through the dark halls and knowing where everything is with its familiarity. "Andy, You're A Star" by The Killers. Elphaba Thropp from Wicked. Allowing to become lost so you can find yourself. "Glider" by Japanese Breakfast.

Combat:

Weapon of Choice: His Fists. Weapon Proficiency: Sword and Shield. War Hammer. Knives. Magic Proficiency: Classified. Lysandros is adept to a multitude of magic types, but his natural affinities are photokinesis, umbrakinesis, and echonokinesis. Not much is known about the extent of their uses, except for the fact that Nova uses it generously.

NSFW

Sexual orientation: Bisexual. Sexual Position: Top - Vers. Sexual Temperament: Switch. Kinks: Roughness, Anonymity, Full Body Worship, Sweat, Watersports, Breeding, Power Dynamics. Open to more, just ask! Anti kinks: Vore, Scat, Age-Play.

Biography:

Lysandros is the third-born prince from Chasque and the twin brother of Lyanis. From the very beginning, he knew that the throne was not destined to be his. However, no one could tell if it bothers him deep down with how he carries himself. The prince has been exuberant and wildly extroverted since he was a child, happy to interact with anyone who is willing to give him the time of day. Perhaps a liberating side effect of his situation.

No one could argue that Lysandros was free-spirited, but despite his nature he was still an obedient son. For the most part. Lysandros would attend to his studies and his training without much of a complaint. The young prince would do anything that was asked from him despite feeling like most of it was worthless since he believed all he was going to be in the future was be an accessory. But that didn't upset him too much as long as it benefitted his family.

Although Lysandros was compliant, he had a tendency of forgetting that he was a prince. His title did not hold him back from doing what he wanted. Whether it was playing with the commoners, or even do things that were "unsophisticated" for someone with his status. Which was especially true when he got into fights. Although he had a decent amount of patience, the quickest way to receive his ire was disrespecting his family, or even worse, his twin. It was then that he was reminded of his title with how quick guards involve himself for his safety. Leaving him to reconsider and question why people behave the way they do around him.

So as Lysandros would grow up, the boy would sneak out from the castle with the desire to experience a life of anonymity among the majority. In the beginning, he would get caught or recognized, but with how often he did it, the prince was becoming quite athletic and concerningly skilled with deception. However, Lys has only used these skills to visit the taverns, where he would use his musical training to moonlight as a bard named Nova. Or have his occasional tryst. Both of which he has become surprisingly popular at.

The prince would continue to get older and the weight of responsibility would begin to set on his shoulders. Though, the main problem is that he didn't know where he fit. So, he drowned this feeling by continuing his secret life. And now, with the peace treaties, he can now safely visit the other kingdoms, still curious about experiencing the world.

Connections:

Lovers and Politically Aligned Suitors: Lysandros believes there should not be too much priority put on him being the third born, there's still a lot of value with marrying a prince. Whether it is with another prince or a high noble in their kingdom or another, his parents are planning his future. Despite this, he has lived his own life and has found people who desire him.

Lady/Lord in Waiting: Even though he doesn't like being reminded of his status of a prince, he does enjoy having a confidant. Though, perhaps Lysandros has a tendency of pushing the limits of his loyalty with all the things he gets both of them into.

Mentor and Mentee: Under the watchful eye of his parents, Lysandros was put to learn many things. Sorcery, Music, Combat, Etiquette. So he would have a lot of people teaching him. Perhaps finding some on his own as he's gotten older. And now he believes he should pass this knowledge onto someone.

Friendship with Lysandros: With whatever blessing they received from the gods, Lysandros had taken a liking to someone. Just like the teachings from the Blind Man, he's not worried about their status or their background just as they do not esteem him for his status but who he is a person. Maybe there's a treacherous friend in the group who is taking advantage of him.

Relationship with Nova: At first he would hide his face with his garbs but as he began more proficient with his magic he would use it to alter his appearance so he could hide in plain sight. Nova is a bard that traveled around. Perhaps they caught a show of his. Perhaps they are antagonistic to each other. Or maybe they have a hunch that this is a facade. All sorts of relationships are open with the silver tongued traveling bard.

Building Bridges: With a natural outgoing personality, Lysandros attempts to establishing more connections with those outside of his kingdom. As well as continuing to strengthen with the families of Chasque. His curiosity and panic of no purpose fueling his desires.

I created a good foundation but kept things open ended for connections, even for some that are not listed here. that being said... I am always open for ideas and suggestions !!

[tobiasdrake]

So I decided to see if there was anything besides Horus that Holsmon could potentially be named after. I found an anime movie from the 60s called "Hols, Prince of the Sun" ( Which is worth looking up, it's got an interesting history). It was a film set in Norway, and it's title character frequently has his name translated as Horus, though someone who worked on the film has said that's not right. Nothing I could find about that film really connects it to Hawkmon tho

Seeing as Horus is a sun god, it's possible that the movie in question might be a reference to him. Though Norway would be an odd place to put a reference to an Egyptian god.

The Norse don't have a sun god. They have a goddess: Sol, who is basically the female counterpart to the Greek Helios. She's pulled across the sky by a chariot, just like Helios except she's also being chased by a wolf named Skoll the whole time. Spicy Helios.

So unless he's supposed to be, like, Sol's kid or something, it's kinda weird to even have a "Prince of the Sun" in Norway to begin with.

[therealkn]

David’s Resolution - Day 20

Day 20 (January 20, 2019)

Horus, Prince of the Sun (1968)

“Horus. Go. You... you must go to your people...” “My people? Who are they, Father? Who are my people?” “Be brave and fight with courage! Join forces with them... and you... you will never have anything to fear. Never fear...!”

[Before the review begins proper, I should explain the name thing so I don’t get chewed out on it. The Japanese language does not have an “L” sound, so they use the “R” sound to replace it, which can result in different translations for names. Not only that, but this movie has been released in English under various names like “The Little Norse Prince” and “Hols, Prince of the Sun”, and they have used either “Horus” or “Hols” in their translations; to my knowledge, there is no right or wrong translation of this name and both can be seen as valid. For the purposes of this review, I will be using the names on the Blu-ray’s English translation. I apologize for any inconvenience or upset this may cause.]

At the time of this post, Dragon Ball Super: Broly has been released to theaters in the U.S. (and currently stands as the third-highest grossing anime film in the U.S., behind the first two Pokémon movies), and I want to see it. Problem is that none of the theaters near me are showing it, so I guess I have to wait for home video release. So I had to watch another anime film instead, and I figured, why not watch one that more or less started the film careers of two of anime’s biggest names? Those names are Isao Takahata, who is sadly no longer with us, and Hayao Miyazaki, whose works I don’t need to go into. But this isn’t a Studio Ghibli film, as this was over a decade before Takahata and Miyazaki helped form the pioneering anime studio. This was back when they worked for Toei, and it’s both very different from their later works and the progenitor of many of the things that became staples of their later films.

The film takes place in an unnamed northern country, somewhere in the Scandinavian region. Our protagonist, Horus, is first seen being pursued by a pack of wolves, fighting them off with an axe attached to a rope and he’s very good at it. In his fight, he ends up waking the rock giant Maug, who helps fight off the wolves. Horus ends up pulling a sword out of Maug’s shoulder, and it’s no ordinary sword: it’s the Sword of the Sun, which has sadly become dull and rusted, though the giant promises that if Horus should find a way to reforge the sword, he will come to see it for himself and proclaim him “Prince of the Sun”.

Horus then gets word from his talking bear friend Koro (if you can buy a rock giant, you can buy a talking bear) that his father is dying. Our hero learns from his father that their village was destroyed by the evil Grunwald, who wants nothing more than to wipe out humanity. His last words to Horus are to return to the land of his birth and avenge his village by defeating Grunwald. Thus begins Horus’ journey, one that will take him to a village full of interesting characters, as well as meeting the young girl Hilda, whose beautiful songs hide a dark secret...

This movie’s considered an anime classic and a groundbreaking film for the medium, and it’s not hard to see why. At a time when Disney was the biggest thing in animation and many were imitating them by making more comic films for younger audience, this movie decided to do something different. The opening with Horus’ pursuit by the wolves of Grunwald quickly establishes that this is not going to be following the vein of Walt Disney; this is going to be something completely different. What follows is a film that’s more violent, more revolutionary, more political and more social.

The whole film is beautiful to look at, having a kind of roughness but also a great beauty. A lot of scenes are beautifully drawn and animated, even when the movie’s budget problems led to some scenes looking choppier or even using slideshows of images to portray scenes like a village being attacked by wolves, and yet these went on to become defining elements of countless anime to come. The characters have simple, exaggerated designs that lean more towards Disney and other contemporaries instead of the more traditional anime style that would develop in the future. It doesn’t need to be extravagant or realistic to look good, and this film looks damn good. 

And then there’s its story. The film uses a story from the indigenous Ainu people of Japan and turns that into a compelling fantasy story with some very interesting ideas that make the film feel more mature than most of its contemporaries. At its core, the film’s message is one of unity and overcoming hardship by working together, something that both Takahata and Miyazaki would explore in their later works. The film’s focus on more working-class people banding together is something Miyazaki would delve into many more times too.

There’s too many ways that this movie influenced anime for me to count, and I’d be here all day doing it, and yet despite being this massive influence, the film feels oddly original even when watched today from a modern perspective. The voice acting is more in line with later anime that feels more energetic and emotional. Hell, even Horus himself, an energetic young man with kinda spiky hair who’s eager to help the world, could be seen as influencing countless anime and manga protagonists from Dragon Ball’s Goku to My Hero Academia’s Izuku Midoriya. And characters like Hilda, the village children, the animal companions and others would in a way serve as archetypes for many characters to follow in later anime titles. I’m sure if you watch this film, you’ll be reminded of someone with every character you see, but not in a bad way.

I highly recommend this one. It’s a beautiful movie that I think aged remarkably well, and aside from its historical importance in the world of anime, it’s a well-made film.

Next time: In his world, he’s the man.

[nitrateglow]

Horus, Prince of the Sun (dir. Isao Takahata, 1968)

[motoko-memories]

Horus Prince of the Sun . Isao Takahata (Toei Douga) . 1968

The enigmatic Hilda....

[holy-cucumber01]

Taiyou no Ouji: Horus no Daibouken

Genre : adventure, fantasy, drama

Аnime film : 82 min

[alsadiq]

Horus - Prince of the Sun (1968)

[dollfishu]

Today we lost one of the most iconic anime visionaries of our time, the legendary Isao Takahata. His passing is a huge loss to the anime industry. I grew up watching his work and still re-watch them to this day. Everyone knows him for directing the memorable "Grave of the Fireflies". I'll always remember him for the epic and revolutionary "Hols, Prince of the Sun". 

Thank you for your beautiful films and storytelling, Takahata-san.

色々な素晴らしい作品を沢山楽しませて頂きました. ありがとう高畑勲監督.

ご冥福をお祈りいたします...

[bite-sized-devil]

Alright, babydoll, sign me up for the match up!

Star Sign: Taurus Sun, Gemini Moon, Pisces Rising

Age: 25

Height: 5'4" / 163.2cm

Identity: Bisexual with a preference to masculine features

Occupation: Student/Student Doctor

Favorite things: My makeup, food, my bed, learning new things, singing/music, shopping, chocolate

Hobbies/What I do in my spare time: writing and drawing for my horny little sinners. Learning a new language. Studying. Shopping.

Fav Obey Me Character: Girl, you already know, but Diavolo, clearly

What I look for in a partner: attentive. Trustworthy/honest [lying to me is a good way to die]. Kind to others as well as me. Good sexual chemistry. Enjoys good food and taking me out to get food or have food made because I get hangry. Conversationalist because I like talking but also someone who can talk when I dont feel like it. But also a good listener. Curious/looking to learn new things. Stability is a requirement, financially, and in other ways. I can't do flaky people.

About Me (visually): You already have my socials lmao but I can describe maybe what isn't as clear in photos. I'm actually short [see my height] and very curvy/stalky. I have an hourglass shape, but I hide it because I have a lot of sand in mine [read: I'm fat/plus size]. I love my makeup and being put together, with full outfits, coordinating hair, makeup, and shoes, the whole shebang. But otherwise, you can just look at what I've posted. (Please don't include any photos of me in the reply)

Thank you again, and congratulations! You deserve it!

-The Royal SK

🌻 500 Followers Bite Sized Event 🌻

SK, My Queen, my pink cult sister, my demon fucker darling. I'm so glad we're friends! I'm more than happy to be the third wheel in yours and delphi friendship 💕 I feel like I bring a certain uncertainty to your pairing and I quite like that! 😂😚☺️

NSFW in parts so minors begone! 18+ MDNI

Match up:

Diavolo Prince of the Devildom

There really was no other choice for you, I will admit I thought about Barb, but I just kept coming back to his highness. He knows just how to treat you, he's like putty in your hands, he'll give you everything you want and more... If he knows whats good for him! Baby boy would take such good care of you, he'll take you out to eat and listen to you for hours. He's goddamn obsessed. Can you blame a guy though?

Head canons for you both:

SFW:

I know you're a swiftie so imma put this out there. That song enchanted to meet you... That's literally the both of you. Except there is no wondeing who you both love. It's clearly each other.

Ok but when you first got together there was a lot of sneaking around! Escaping the castle together (as if barb doesn't know 😂 he thinks it's cute so he lets it slide for now), slipping out of HOL unnoticed is a fucking chore but you do it! Playing hooky at rad. Pulling the "Diavolo would like to see the exchange student in his office" Once you guys left the intercom on and the entire school heard you both giggling and kissing and.... Other things!

He loves to show you off, he thinks you're the most beautiful woman that has ever existed or that will ever exist. So as long as he can keep you, he'll have you by his side.

Sleep overs at the castle? Check! Sleep overs at HOL? Keep it to a minimum. The boys are jealous enough! What with you giving your heart to the prince, now he wants to encroach on family time? Nu-huh! No way! Get fucked! Fuck off! (Sorry had to put my aussie rock band reference in there.)

Does his angel face want a gift? Yeah! Great he's gonna spoil you rotten and then some. You will be completely taken care of! You don't even need to ask, he just wants to give you everything you need!

He loves to kiss you. Soft forehead kisses, cute cheek kisses, teasing neck kisses, lingering kisses on your sweet lips. He can't get enough of them. The way your body softens in his hold.

He's all about pet names for you! He called you princess, baby, chicken, honey, my love, my life, sweetheart, pretty thing, good girl.

NSFW:

Baby girl I hope you like big cock because ya boy's packing! Are you going to take it like a good girl? "S'too biig! Pleeeeaase!" "Sorry princess... Think you can take just the tip, yeah? Fuuuck you feel so good... s'tiiiight. Little more, yeah? Being so good for me. You can take it, I know you can." Yeah you're gonna take a lot more than just the tip. Don't worry, he's the king of prep. He'll make you cum on his tongue before he stretches you out on his fingers first. He only needs to force it a little bit by the time he's done.

You ever been fucked on a throne? Would you like to? That's what you whisper to him before you push him down on the thing. Well, when he lets you push him down onto the thing, good luck trying if he doesn't want to. Daddy Dia is B I G. He actually hadn't believe it or not, but I think he's going to want to make it a regular thing. He likes the way you ride him slow, he likes it even more when you're tired and he can take control. Holding you by your hips, dragging your pussy up and down his cock. Using you how he wants too.

You know how I said he likes kissing your on your lips? Yeah I meant your downstairs lips 😂 jk. But kinda serious. There is something about your taste he can't get enough of. He'll eat you out anytime anywhere so be warned. It's breakfast time, he's hungry but not for the breakfast that Barbatos has prepared. Oops you're no longer in your chair, suddenly you're lying on your back on the table with your skirt lifted and your panties being ripped off. Protesting until his mouth latches around your clit and suddenly you can't remember why you're saying no???

If you'll allow it he'll mark you anyway he can. Especially in cheeky places that are slightly visible. Places you would really have to look to notice. Like just below your ear. The back of your shoulder. Your bicep, your hips, your tummy. He also likes cumming on your face. You just look so pretty covered in his cum, eyes all wide. Mouth open, tongue out hoping to get a taste of him.

I hope you like my little head canons for you and dia, princess! Thank you so much for requesting ☺️ I love you, you're pretty perfect, did you know? 💕💕🌻