#Princes/Bards

[woetoy]

has Prince E's time spent listening to bards ever resulted in a full womb?

it has to now

[derangedthoughtssideblog]

the struggle between wanting a tv show of your favourite books so you can watch edits of your favourite characters and the knowledge that if the actors don't look exactly like the characters in your mind you're going to kill everyone in that show and yourself

[red-dead-sakharine]

He's composing a ballad about Tav...

[nightingale2004]

Why do I feel like these two idiots👇

Are the older version of these two idiots 👇

(Am I alone? They would have aged so freaking gracefully in adulthood. That or this is them in the Hobbit universe if they were Bf allies)

[arachnidsgrippysocks]

woah i drew characters other than Vriska for once!!!!!!!!

[pxndragvns]

｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა his butler, ♡ taking off ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ

[hisbutleronhiatus]

It has been 180 days since the Kuroshitsuji hiatus was announced.

Today is, of course, the Phantomhive twins’ birthday! Since his introverted young master is often left drained by boisterous parties, Sebastian tried to keep the festivities to a manageable level, allowing O!Ciel to sleep in, cancelling his lessons for the day, and making him a decadent triple chocolate layer cake—though the demon still insisted that the boy eat a reasonable portion! The servants were ecstatic in wishing the earl many happy returns, as were the Midfords, Madame Red, Soma, Sieglinde, and Alois (plus their respective butlers). After being bundled up by their guardians, the children had a splendid time building a snow fort together on the lawn. Even R!Ciel was able to attend, though he had to leave early to receive his scheduled blood transfusion (Sebastian and Undertaker glared daggers at each other but kept things civil for the sake of the younglings). O!Ciel settled down to sleep that evening in the nightgown that Mey Rin bought for him, which was covered in a fanciful pattern of blue bunnies, and drifted off to gentle reveries.

[propheticclown]

Gamzee Makara: The Bard of Rage and Puppet of Faith

I've seen a lot of people talk about certain characters classpects and how it plays into their characters. Usually, it's about how Eridan as a Prince of Hope is destined for misery. But I wanna talk about how it relates to Gamzee as a Bard of Rage. Rage is described as this: "Those bound to the aspect of Rage are bringers of chaos. They possess great contempt for lies or false ideas, including the stability that false ideas can impart. To them, the true is far more important than the good; they would tear down a system just to destabilize it if, by their reckoning, it is built on faulty premises. Often the Rage-bound prefer anarchy to any of the alternate forms of civilization, which they believe to be riddled with lies and foolishness and obedient masses. They are bringers of confusion and doubt, and they can be frustratingly difficult to convince otherwise when they have attached themselves to an idea. If they sound dangerous, they are. The Rage-bound tend to be the most volatile and unpredictable of the aspects. At their best, they are original, revolutionary, and fearless. At their worst, they are cruel, uncompromising, and vicious." To summarize; Rage is quite similar to Light in a way, but instead of wanting information, they want the truth. They are skeptical until all possible doubts are not just cleared, but destroyed. So how does this apply to destroyer classes like Bard and Prince? Well, for a Prince of Rage, destroying rage is like destroying skepticism. Obliterating motivation for questions until there is only one true belief, which we see in Kurloz through his unwavering faith. But for Bards, as a passive class, instead of destroying rage actively, they destroy it passively. How do they do that? Simple. Through belief in everything. Saying that Gamzee is gullible is an understatement. As long as it's under the guise of "mIrAcLeS" he'll believe it. As he's dragged along for the ride, his aspect manifests as his observations and passively noting things that don't add up, which we can see through his breakdown during Act 5 Act 2, when Dave shows him the ICP video. He's also shown to be easily mind-controlled and manipulated and that's where the tragedy of the clown shines through. Gamzee is destined to be nothing more than a means to an end. His purpose is to serve and nothing more. If he dares not to do so, he is punished severely. As a Bard of Rage, he is relegated to that of subservience to everyone and everything, due to his lovingly gullible nature. He is more of a puppet than Lil Cal. His breakdown in Act 5 Act 2 was the beginning of his loss of freedom, being controlled by Lord English to kill and bring about his arrival. Gamzee Makara is a character who pleads to have free will and is given nothing but neglect because he is nothing more than a plot device to a cruel story. His own.

[geraskierfanficprompts]

Prompt 142

Prince Geralt is the second of three sons born to King Vesemir. Court... Isn't his thing. Court isn't really any of the three boys' things. Eskel was certainly polite enough for it, but many thought him too intimidating looking to even approach. Geralt detested the finery and the clothing that made him look like a sad silk trader. Lambert nearly killed a woman with a heart attack the last time he was in court and opened his mouth to speak. Geralt doesn't like court, or meetings, or what-have-you. He much prefers riding his favorite mare, Roach, into the nearby woodland. Whether they'd just go for a trot, or hunt something, or swim in a creek was a choice he usually made up on the spot. One afternoon however, as he dismounts from his trusty steed, he hears a noise on the wind. A rather lovely one, at that. It's singing. Someone's singing, and they've the voice of an angel. Geralt freezes in place for multiple minutes, too engrossed in just listening. Geralt glances around, attempting to make sense of which direction it's coming from. He doesn't even tie up Roach before he sprints off in the direction of the singing. He doesn't know what he'll do. Applaud? Say 'thank you, that was great'? Faint? But he does want to get closer. Just the slightest bit, so he can hear the singing better. After a moment or two of trompsing through the underbrush, however, the singing stops. Geralt loses all traces of the voice, and is left to return to his horse, stood where he left her, in disappointment. He tells his brother of the encounter, tells them to try hearing the voice in the woods. Lambert warns him it might be a troll in disguise, and Eskel gets so caught up correcting Lambert's thoughts on trolls that Geralt can't even gush about the voice any more, and returns to his room, eager to set out to the forest as soon as he can.

It's been two weeks, and Geralt is saddened by the voice's disappearance. It was a once-in-a-lifetime blessing he'd just have to hold onto. Even as he hears the voice in his thoughts and dreams every night. It's not the same. Not the real thing. Geralt is being moody about all of this as he lays on his back, floating in a small pond. Roach is there, on the shore, occasionally bending her neck down and taking a sip. He tried to invite her in to swim with him, at least get her feet wet, but she'd harshly declined, giving him a little nip on his arm. And then, he hears it. The voice. The singing. Geralt is so shocked, he flails in the water, and inhales some. Geralt rushes to the shore, hacking like a cat about to present it's owner with a hairball, and rushing to put all his clothes back on. As soon as he's fully dressed, the voice has stopped. He hadn't even had the time to try and seek them out again! He kicks the dirt, and sits down to pout next to his horse. Despite the failure, he was overjoyed when he revealed the news to his brothers. "My siren is back!" He said with a grin. Eskel loved when Geralt grinned, he didn't do it nearly enough any more. Not since they were all children. "I was in the pond when-" "Can't be a siren if you were in the water and they weren't." Lambert points out, mouth full of food. "I know they're not really a siren, that's just what I call them!" "Why is that?" Eskel inquires, raising an eyebrow. "Every time they sing, I- I feel as if I'm bespelled." Geralt whispers with awe, his eyes sparkling. Lambert begins chortling as loud as possible. "Prettyboy is whipped over a VOICE!" "You would be too, if you could hear them!" Geralt argued, just before a servant came in to alert them all that it was getting rather late, and their father requested them all in bed.

Another few weeks go by without his siren, but Geralt knows they must still be out there. They're just biding their time before they enchant him again. Geralt is home after a long day of messing around in the woods hoping to hear them. He's stood on his balcony, looking out toward the forest, sighing. It's just as he's about to walk back inside when he hears it... Ever so quiet, ever so soft, in the distance, coming from the woods. His siren. He freezes, and listens for a moment, before shaking his head. He slams his door open and races down the hall, only to run straight into Eskel. "Geralt? What's wrong?" "My siren! They're singing! I have to go to the woods!" "Geralt, it's the middle of the night-" Eskel worries. "You haven't found them yet, but you think you can find them now?" Lambert pipes up from the room farther down the hall, rubbing his eyes, evidently annoyed he was awoken by his brother's urgency. "I have to try." is all Geralt tells them, as he pushes past Eskel and continues down the hall. After a few minutes, both Lambert and Eskel are out on their own balconies, hearing nothing but the ambient sounds of night. "He's gone fuckin' batty!" Lambert shouts over to Eskel's balcony. "SHUSH! You'll wake father!" Eskel hisses back. Geralt came back that next morning, disappointed, and no closer to finding the mysterious vocalist.

Two entire months pass, and Geralt is distraught. It's beginning to feel like his siren is really gone for good this time. "Smiiiile, it's a happy day for you." Eskel lovingly reminds Geralt. They're all sat on their thrones, awaiting nobility and gentry to pass by and give Geralt gifts, for it was his birthday. All Geralt wanted for his birthday was to hear from the siren again, but even if his siren came back, he wasn't in the woods to hear them anyhow. "The Pankratz family!" A servant loudly introduces, snapping Geralt out of his thoughts. They looked the same as every other noble family did, though there was an exception. A boy around Geralt's age was the first to give Geralt an actual, genuine smile. "We are delighted to present you with our gift, it's a-" "I have a gift for the prince, too!" The boy interrupts his father, taking a step closer. "Julian!" The mother hisses. "It's a song." "Julian, don't embarrass us like this." The father snarls. Geralt holds up a hand. "...I'd like to hear it." The boy, who was quite handsome in retrospect, races to their bags and finds a lute he smuggled along. He steps in front of his family, looks into Geralt's eyes, and begins to sing. Geralt freezes. Eskel glances between the viscount and his brother, who was seemingly in a trance. Eskel was at first worried about the way his mouth parted a bit in shock as he realized what was happening, but then he looked to see Lambert was gaping like he was physically incapable of shutting his mouth... Which... It being Lambert, was actually quite possible. When the boy finishes, everyone politely claps, except for Geralt, still staring in awe. The boy flushes and fidgets in place. "..I cannot accept this song as a gift." Geralt says. "We're so, so, so dreadfully sorry about Julian, your highness-" Geralt shuts the man up with a wave of his hand, still staring at the musician who captured his heart. "I would rather my gift from your family to be your son." The Pankratz all gasp and gawk, as Julian's eyes widen. King Vesemir leans over and whispers "What the hell are you doing, boy?" "I would like to give him the official position as court bard, and I'd like to hear him sing again. Every day, if I can." Geralt explains. "Your highness, we simply can't just give away our dearest son-" "I'll do it!" "Julian-!" "I'd love to be the court bard, Prince Geralt!" Julian crows, bouncing up and down in delight. "...Then it shall be." King Vesemir said, giving a confused glance to Eskel. Eskel and Lambert are alone that night. Geralt was busy being serenaded, they assumed. "So. Geralt found his siren." Eskel says softly. "I really thought he was just nuts." Lambert snorts. "Apparently not." "..." "..." "..." "..." "Wanna bet on how long it takes until they start fucking?" "You know it."

[wannastayugly]

Thinking about them

The bard guy and his royal boyfriend from The Witcher

[mrsthunderkin]

Boy do I love drawing men being causal sluts

Tonio and Perth there on the right belong to @owlcatchyoul8r

[starlit1daydream]

Dipper Pines is a Dersite Heir of Mind

Mabel Pines is a Prospitian Witch of Heart

Stanley Pines is a Prospitian Thief of Void

Stanford Pines is a Dersite Mage of Light

Soos Ramirez is a Prospitian Page of Life

Wendy Corduroy is a Dersite Knight of Time

Fiddleford McGucket is a Prospitian Bard of Light

Gideon Gleeful is a Dersite Prince of Space

Pacifica Northwest is a Dersite Maid of Rage

Bill Cipher is a Prospitian Lord of Mind

[rayquazaxd]

so… you’re telling me that our dad isn’t actually our dad, and we’re just his genetic clones?! and my dad wasn’t even my dad… HE WAS JUST A BODY DOUBLE???

[grelleswife]

Stills from Episode 8 of Kuroshitsuji 2024, which airs this Saturday, June 1st!

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[coffee-bard]

D&D session sketch page!! I’m getting to guest in a friend’s campaign as Veryl :3💜✨

[arachnidsgrippysocks]

8ehold my 8eloved little losers in their god ro8es