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m-jelly · 3 years

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Hi!! So I was scrolling through Facebook and came across a pic of levi as a king! Idk if this has been requested but one of king levi and maid reader? Where he falls for her, but he’s also still his stoic stern self and she’s more on the shy nice side ? 🤧🥲

Ahhhh! <3 I love King Levi or royal Levi. I've written a royal Levi or in that nature a few times on Ao3 and I keep intending to write more like it! He's so spicy and hot as one <3 I'm happy to write so much more of him as a royal.

The King and his maid

Pairing: Levi x Reader

Genre and tags: King Levi, Maid reader, forbidden romance, falling in love, romance chasing, push and pull, Kings and Queens AU, happy ending.

Concept: King Levi notices a new maid in his palace, you. Levi gets you to work closer to him and slowly falls for you. As his feelings build, he acts in spontaneous ways around you that get your heart racing. The reader doesn't wasn't want to cross the line of master-servant, but with Levi's enticing words and romantic acts, he makes it hard for her to stick to her teachings and follow her heart.

Levi noticed you for the first time when he stormed down the hallway in his royal uniform, and the coat resting on his shoulders billowing behind him slightly. You had been busy arranging flowers in a vase in the hall. Levi never notice women before because he wasn't interested in dating and marriage, but he noticed you. The flowers you'd picked were white lilies, which his mother loved.

Levi had stopped in the hall and walked away from Erwin filling him in on a meeting. He felt this magnet drawing himself to you. You had a small slight smile that made you appear delicate and pretty like a snowdrop poking out of thick winter snow. He reached over and lightly touched some of your hair bonnet.

You jumped thinking that something was on your hair, then turned to face your King for the first time. You gasped, then bowed. "Your majesty!"

"Raise your head."

"Yes, your majesty." You lifted your head and looked Levi in the eye. You blushed slowly as you slowly took in Levi. You couldn't believe how handsome he was. His eyes were piercing and steel blue, but there was a slight softness to them. His jawline was strong and so kissable. You noticed a scar going over his right eye down to his lip, which meant his eye colour was a white blue. You thought he was beautiful, yet he was so stoic and regal.

As you were marvelling Levi, he was admiring you. You were so cute and yet you held this beauty too. You pulled off all concepts of beauty to him. All he could think about was teasing you badly just so he could see how you would react to him. Your bonnet and loose hair drew so much attention to your pretty face and eyes. Levi thought your eyes were so bright and wonderous.

Levi looked at the flowers and lightly touched them. "Who gave you permission to put these flowers here?"

You went white. "I umm." You fiddled with your apron as nerves seeped in. You'd heard nothing but warnings and bad things about Levi, so this was terrifying to you. "I didn't g-get permission. I noticed that the palace seemed a little umm."

Levi folded his arms. "A little what?"

You nibbled your lip. "It's nothing, your majesty. I shall take them away."

Levi slammed his hand against the wall by the flowers. He watched you jump and step back from him. "Tch, oi brat? I asked you a question and you'll answer it. Don't act like you can't shit. Answer."

You gulped hard as you feared punishment. You'd been beaten by past masters, so you assumed Levi would be worse. "I believed the palace seemed cold and empty, so I thought some flowers would add some life to the place." You bowed deeply to him. "Forgive me for acting on my own, your majesty. I will accept any punishment you see fit."

"I'm not going to punish you. I just wanted to know why the flowers." He lightly touched the flowers. "These were my mother's favourite when she was alive."

You stood up and smiled. "Really?"

He nodded and smiled a little as he thought of his mother. "This made my day." He looked to you. "Thank you."

You blushed hard making yourself look adorable to Levi. You bowed to him as you felt relief and overjoyed. "It's an honour, your majesty."

Levi hummed. "I have a meeting to go to. Once it's over, I would like you to bring me tea and something baked by you. You have an hour."

You nodded. "Yes, your majesty. I will get it for you."

Levi watched you hurry off down the hall, but you were so quiet in your movements. He hummed and smiled a little in amusement. He turned away, then walked over to Erwin. "How long has she been working here?"

Erwin let out a long sigh as he thought. "I believe she's been here for two months. We rescued her from her old master. The Lord who had her punished all his workers harshly. You'll see the back of her hands have scars."

Levi's eye twitched as he felt anger in him. He couldn't stand violence against staff. Soldiers and knights needed physical discipline, but not staff. He'd never whip the hands of his soldiers and knights either, so what happened to you was inhumane. He felt the need to protect you and keep you close, even though he didn't know you well. He believed those flowers were a sign from his mother.

Levi stopped in front of the doors to the meeting. "Move her to my close staff. I want her serving me."

Erwin made a note in his book. "I will move her to your personal staff."

"Also, increase the number of flowers in the palace." He looked down the hall at your flowers. "She was right, it adds warmth."

Levi went to his meeting with some stuck up and power-hungry men. He countered them all and gave them warnings. Levi was making big changes in the world and a lot of people didn't like it. Kuchel wasn't a royal, but Levi's father was. The King didn't marry, but he often went to see Kuchel and Kuchel alone for sex. The King got her pregnant, but he didn't get to see Levi to term because he died of his age and bad health. Erwin hunted Levi down and dragged him to the palace and made him King.

The kingdom had suffered over the years due to selfish rich people, but when Levi was crowned with Erwin, Mike and Hange around him he changed things. The poor were listened to and helped. He helped them so much, that crime was reduced and people didn't have to become sex workers. Sex workers disappeared, education was improved, living conditions were improved, the rich were taxed more and healthcare was free. The four of them were changing things for the better, but it also meant that a lot of rich people were angry at them.

Levi had pushed for equal rights for everyone. He even pushed for worker rights, so people like you wouldn't be beaten for just doing your job. It was a slow process, but he was determined. He wanted to make things better. He needed to stop more kids from living the life he had. He was desperate to change things. He didn't care that the more he did, the more he was seen as a stoic and stern King.

He sat in his large study and went over his papers. He looked up as you walked in with a tray in hand. He watched you with keen eyes as you approached his desk, then placed the tray on the side of his desk where he had nothing on it. He glanced at your hands and saw the scars Erwin had mentioned and felt his heart sting in his chest. He couldn't understand why anyone would hurt you, because you were pretty, graceful and great at your job.

He looked to the little tart on his plate. "You make this?"

You poured him a cup of tea. "Yes. You requested that I make you something."

He cut it with his fork, then took a bite. "This is excellent. You're talented, brat."

You blushed a little. "Brat?"

He looked up at you. "I don't mean anything bad by the term. Tch, sorry."

You smiled a little at him. "It's okay."

He took his tea. "Besides, I don't know your name, so I gave you a nickname."

You introduced yourself and bowed. "Pleasure to meet you, your majesty."

Levi sipped his tea and hummed in delight as the delicate flavours spread through his mouth. "This is a great cup of tea."

"I'm honoured you like it."

He looked up at you. "You'll be my personal maid from now on."

You blushed. "I'm sorry your majesty, but did you just say I'd be your personal maid?"

"Yes." He moved his papers. "Try not to be so terrified of me, got it?"

You hummed a laugh. "Yes, your majesty."

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Levi had gotten you to warm up to him over the weeks together. He'd made sure that you were at his side, always. The only time you weren't together were going to the bathroom and going to bed. You waited on him hand and foot, but he didn't expect or demand much. You were more like a comfort blanket to him. You were providing him with company and he liked that company. The more you were around him, the more he couldn't see his life without you.

His mind shifted in thoughts about you when you had a day off. He'd forgotten he'd given you the day off, so he was wondering where you'd run off to. He stormed through his halls looking for you. Everyone who came across Levi, quickly ran away when they felt his frustration oozing off him.

He spotted you in a wonderful form fitting dress with your hair up nicely. He'd never seen you out of a maid outfit and your hair had always been covered up, so seeing you like this sparked something inside him. He ran ahead of your path and hid in the hall as you walked and talked with Jean.

Levi reached out and grabbed your upper arm, then yanked you into the hall and pinned you against the wall. He slammed his forearm against the wall by your head. He glared at Jean when Jean said your name. Levi stared him down. "Tch, keep moving."

Jean inhaled sharply, then bowed. "Y-yes your majesty."

Levi looked to you and saw your chest heaving in the tight dress and corset. He slowly dragged his eyes up your body to your cute blushing face. "Tch, mind explaining to me why my personal maid is not in uniform and walking around with another man?"

You gulped hard as you body shivered in delight. Levi's gaze might be harsh to some, but to you there was something darkly attractive about it. The heat and scent coming from this man was intoxicating. You wanted to nuzzle his neck and just inhale. You wanted to wrap your arms around this man and hold him tightly.

"Oi brat?" He watched you flinch a little, like he was breaking your thoughts. "I asked you a question."

You blushed a little. "Well, your majesty, I am a little confused. You see, I am very certain today was my day off. However, if it isn't, then I will change right away."

Levi stared at you for a while and slowly remembered him giving you the day off. His cheeks slowly became red hot from embarrassment. "Tch, damn it brat, you should have reminded me!"

You held back a laugh at how cute this strong scary man really was in private. "I did. I reminded you yesterday."

He shook his head. "That doesn't matter. What matters is you were with Jean."

"We were leaving the servant quarters at the same time."

Levi sighed as he felt a little stupid. He tapped his forhead against the wall next to your head. "Why did you have to a day off?"

You turned your head and looked at Levi's sad and troubled face. "Sorry?" He didn't reply, meaning he was just speaking his thoughts loudly.

Levi moved his other hand and placed it on the wall by your hip as his other arm remainded against the wall by your head. "What am I going to do without you?"

You smiled at him, then reached up and cupped the side of his face away from you. "Your majesty?" You ran your thumb over his cheek and felt him lean into your touch. "Levi."

Levi snapped out of his thoughts when he heard you say his name for the first time. He lifted his head and looked at you. "Sorry, I was lost in my own thoughts."

You hummed a laugh making his heart flutter. "Don't be sorry. There is nothing wrong with voicing your thoughts."

Levi eyed your cute face, then slammed his hands against the wall either side of your head. "The things you do to me."

You blushed. "I'm sorry? What do you mean?"

He stepped right up to you so his chest almost touched yours. He ran his hands down the wall and moved them with the curves of his body. His hands were close to touching you, but they never did touch you. He leaned close to your neck. His lips almost touched your skin. His hot breath made your hair stand on end. Your body cried in desperation for him to touch you. Levi was aching with need, but he didn't want to scare you off by touching you. His father was known for sleeping around, so he didn't want you to think he was using you. Levi wanted you, he wanted you for life and only you.

Levi sighed and moaned. "How I long to touch you and love you."

You shivered as pleasure ran through your body. "Your majesty."

"Say my name again, please."

You nibbled your lip. "I could get into trouble."

He pulled from your neck, then leaned close to you so your lips were close to touching. "No one is watching or listening. Please." He pulled back a little so the both of you could gaze at each other. He whispered your name. "Only when we're alone."

You gulped hard and felt your lips tingle. "Levi."

Levi smiled at you making your heart hammer in your chest at just how handsome he was. "Why does my name so sound good on your lips?"

You lowered your head as your status came to mind. "I'm just a maid."

"You're more than that to me."

You looked into Levi's eyes. "Don't say things that give me hope."

"What kind of man do you think I am?" He frowned a little. "Do you think I am a copy of my father?"

You gasped and panicked at Levi taking your words the wrong way. "No, no you are nothing like him. You are warm, wonderful, kind and sweet. You a good man." You reached up and lightly touched the scar on his cheek. "You're so handsome with kissable lips and a jawline desperate to be nibbled on." You pulled back and covered your mouth with both hands when you realised what you'd said. "I should not have said that. I'm just a maid and I spoke to the King in such a friendly manner."

Levi pulled your hands from your mouth and held them. "Kissable lips and a jawline desperate to be nibbled on. What if I want you to kiss me and nibble on my jawline?"

You blushed a little. "I would like to, but I'm just a maid."

"Forget out titles. Fuck our status." He sighed. "You might be sad you are a maid, but it's also shitty being a King. We're both judged for everything we do. I hate it. What if I want to grab my maid I've admired and had feelings for, for months and want to kiss her?"

"You've had feelings for me?"

He nodded. "For so long. You make me feel so at peace. You make me feel relaxed, safe and happy. Without you with me, I get so lonely and cold. You make me a better man and I so desperately want to make you happy."

You cupped the back of his neck and pulled him close. You pressed your lips against his and felt a fire burst within you. You pulled back and blushed. "Forgive me. I was just so compelled and moved by your words."

Levi pressed you against the wall with his body. He held your hip and cupped the side of your face. He angled his head and pressed his lips against yours. He lightly nipped your lip as if he was begging you to open your mouth. He smiled when you opened and sort out a deeper kiss. You both shyly moved your tongue together. You both felt the spark when it happened, meaning that you both had to continue. Levi led the kiss and dominated you as you shyly kissed him back. You clung to Levi's chest as you felt your body shaking in pleasure. The more Levi kissed you, the more he wanted you. However, he knew he needed to stop before he took it too far and chased you off.

Levi pulled back and panted. He eyed your red lips from him kissing you so roughly and passionately. "I will never use you. Never. I care for you. To me, you are not some maid. You are my sweet brat who makes me smile, laugh and feel normal. I hope that you feel somewhat the same about me. If you do, I want to chase what we have."

You tapped your forehead against his shoulder. "I desire you so much. It's not curiosity, or perverted. I desire you to be mine. I long to be with you. I hate my status and it makes me sad that I am seen as such a low citizen of society. I can't help who I fall for."

Levi cupped your face and lifted your head so you'd look at him. "I don't care what others say. I will protect you from everyone. If you say yes to being with me, then I will change things. I will remove you as a maid and make it clear to others that you are my lover, my partner and my equal."

You welled up a little at his touching words. "I'm yours, Levi."

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Levi stood in the middle of a group of men at the ball as they talked to him about politics. Levi was bored out of his mind and wanted to so desperately have you back. You had excused yourself for a moment and as soon as you left Levi, he was surrounded by ass kissers. You were his rock through everything.

After he kissed you in the hall, he'd done exactly as promised. You had become his lover, your status was changed and your role was to help him. You ran the palace and became the head of all the staff. He was so proud of you and his staff. You had been worried you wouldn't be accepted, but because you were so friendly with the staff and they had all seen the tension growing between you and Levi, they seemed overjoyed when you announced your romantic status.

You had filled in the role of palace manager perfectly. You had turned the palace into a bright, beautiful and welcoming place. The staff were taken care of, loved and happy. The garden was in full bloom and the place felt warm. Laughter filled the halls and Levi's status of being this dark and cold King changed. People started to see him for the caring King he really was because of your efforts in the palace, and your social guidance with him.

Levi lit up when he saw you moving through the crowd in your wonderful and elegant. Most women had turned up in big puffy dresses, but you'd gone for a flowing dress that looking like fabric underwater. He could not stop staring at you as you moved closer to him.

People started to notice the King staring at someone. Everyone's eyes started scanning the room to see who had stolen the King's heart. Rumours were strong over this kingdom with what type of woman he was in love with, what type of woman he was openly in love with and acted a little like a teen in love in front of others.

You stopped in front of Levi and sighed. "Sorry I was a while. I came into contact with a few noblewomen."

He gently cupped the side of your face. "Tch, they hurt you? They say shit they shouldn't have?"

You looked Levi in the eyes and smiled. You leaned into his touch and hummed. "I'm alright. You don't need to worry so much. Hange taught me a lot in how to deal with noblewomen." You turned your head and kissed his hand. "I'm back now."

Levi moved his hand to the back of your head, then pulled you against him and gave you a protective hug. "I'm proud of you, but if anyone causes you issues, you can come to me and I'll break them."

You sighed. "Sometimes I think I shouldn't be with you, but then you make me feel so happy and safe. I can never stop loving you."

"Tch, damn brat making me blush." He looked to the group of waiting men. "What? Can't a man hold his lover?"

You looked at the group of men, then you blushed. You turned and bowed to them and said your name. "Pleasure to meet you."

Levi held your chin and lifted your head up. "You shouldn't bow to them. You are my partner. You'll be my Queen someday."

You blushed a little as you gazed at him. "Really?"

He nodded. "Of course. I've told you before brat, I cannot see my life without you. When you're gone, everything gets cold and lonely."

You smiled, then gently took his hand in yours. "I look forward to being your Queen."

He kissed the back of your hand. "I know just the flowers for the occasion. The ones that led me to you."

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crossdressingdeath · 2 years

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Since you're bored: I know you like romancing both Iron Bull and Dorian (you're right, a poly relationship with these two would be delightful), but which romance cut scene/quest do you prefer? You don't have to pick a favorite (I know I can't) but I'd love to hear your favorite bits and pieces about each.

Oh god it's so hard to choose. Full disclosure though, it has been a while since I did Dorian's romance so my memories of it are a little hazy? I remember the vibes but not a lot of the details. Took a break from DA and I just decided to go with Bull first for my return to the game. Dorian... soon.

Dorian's is definitely the sweeter of the two? Like, it's so fucking soft and affectionate. And the little dates you go on around Skyhold? As far as I'm aware none of the other romances do that! It's so good, I love it! And his romanced banter with Cole, god it's so cute I adore him. His sarcastic shock at you saying you prefer men during his personal quest if you've been flirting with him because "You are not subtle, oh lord Inquisitor" is very fun also. The increased disapproval when you drink from the Well if you romanced him because he was scared he'd lose you? His audible heartbreak at the end of Trespasser when he learns you're dying? Him inventing a magic phone so the two of you can talk while he's in Tevinter? Perfect, no notes. The way he says "amatus" is also just so good, A+ voice acting there. Also I love the bit where you go to that merchant who calls Quiz Dorian's friend in a Tone and Dorian goes "I know what you mean and he's not my friend" and Quiz just looks so offended, it's very funny to me, I actually had that expression as my profile pic for a while and I may go back to it once I romance him again. Also the general "fuck you" to the Chantry that is the Herald of Andraste falling for a Tevinter magister is delicious and I might have romanced him for that alone even if he wasn't so fantastic. I'm going to have to scramble through the rest of my Bull run so I can romance Dorian again, I miss him.

The initial flirt options for Bull's romance are just him totally ignoring all Quiz's flirting and insinuating and it is fantastic. I especially like the "I can protect you" "My blade can protect me just fine" "Maybe I can do things your blade can't" "Doubt it. It's got blood grooves" exchange after IHW/CotJ. He's just being deliberately obtuse about it and it's very fun. Also I love how incredibly thirsty Quiz is in Bull's romance, like they are here for this. They are going to ride the Bull and no force in Thedas can stop them. And it's still surprisingly sweet when you get into it? Which, when you hear "BDSM romance option" you probably don't immediately expect it to be pretty cute, but it is! Especially when you get the opportunity to actually fluster Bull; I believe he gets pretty flustered when you ask him to dance at the Winter Palace, and I vaguely remember an option to scare the shit out of him by jokingly taking one of his comments as a proposal late in the romance. ...I think, I haven't actually hit that point in this run yet so I don't really remember. Also the fact that you have to fight a dragon for him is both kind of a pain and also very him, if you were to take a complete newcomer to the series, show them a lineup of the Inquisition romances and ask them which one makes you fight a dragon to finalize the romance I bet they'd get it right. I continue to love the requisition request for the Necklace of the Kadan coming up while you're talking about it, a Quiz romancing Bull has zero chill and I love to see it. And how in the cutscene after killing your first high dragon he'll call you "kadan" if you're romancing him? Very good, very cute. Also the scene where all your advisors except Leliana walk in on you is so fucking funny to me. Especially when you look at the scene and realize that you're in Bull's room? Like they came looking for you in Bull's room and somehow didn't guess what was going on. Cassandra is especially funny because she can be in parties while party banter discussing the fact that you and Bull are fucking happens. She should know! ...Also I just realized that Leliana probably isn't there because unlike the others she almost walks in on you after the first time and is stopped by Bull, so she already knew and would've known to avoid Bull's room while you're there. Also again, Cole's banter with him if he's romanced is so good. I especially like how totally mortified Quiz can be about it and everyone's snarky comments. "If a rift were to open up right now and swallow me that would be fine" followed by Solas's "Provided it tied you down first, one assumes" is a personal favourite of mine. I also remember a very fun banter in Trespasser while you're underground, something about beds...? But I cannot remember the details for the life of me (honestly might be mixing up him and Dorian, it wouldn't be the first time), although when I went to check the banter page on the wiki I did learn that if you pick the right dialogue option after fighting the Qunari (provided you made the objectively correct choice and saved the Chargers, since if you didn't it is just Pain) Quiz will call Bull "darling" and I like that very much. I do remember the bit where you can distract him from the Chargers loudly moving his present across the floor by talking about sex shops! Bull's romance is very fun just because of how wildly unsubtle it is, like it can be very sweet but also this is the most down to fuck I've ever seen Quiz. Which does fit the friends with benefits to lovers theme of the romance, but still. It's fun.

But basically both romances are very very good and it kills me that there isn't a polyamory option. Let me have both, Bioware!

#dragon age inquisition #the iron bull #dorian pavus #asks #anon

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 4 years

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Baby, It’s Cold...

Warnings: this fic includes dubious/nonconsent, fingering, lying, manipulation, and general Ransom naughtiness

This is explicit. 18+ only.

Summary: You go to meet your online admirer but not all is as it seems.

Note: Our Chris-mas fic is here! I tried to keep the holiday details as vague as possible and hope you all enjoy what I came up with. As a reminder, y’all chose Ransom Drysdale + Sugar Daddy + Silverfox (= yes please)

I hope y’all enjoy!

Let me know what you think! (Like, reblog, reply, leave some words, a gif, nonsensical emojis)

Your nerves wouldn't stop. It was the tap of your fingers, the urge to chew your thumb, and the way you shifted in your seat just when you got settled. The flight was long enough to calm down and definitely not long enough to prepare yourself.

You scrolled through your phone, offline for the journey. You swiped through the photos saved in your gallery. Hugh had paid for the ticket. A gift for the holidays he said; his gift, he added, was you. It was cheesy but it made you smile. He always had a way of surprising you. One moment, he was stern and demanding, the next he was flirty and fun, and sometimes, he could be sappy. He was different than any man you’d met; well you hadn’t exactly met yet.

It had started on your Insta. You liked to post pictures of pretty things; flowers, birds, critters, and the odd monument. Sometimes, even, yourself. He messaged you about some photo of a vintage book. It was random and awkward. You weren’t quite sure how you managed to bring the quality to text but you did always find a way.

But it continued and you got to know him. He knew a lot about books; he said he worked in publishing. As a photography student, you weren’t as impressive. You assumed he was older; a few years, he said. Well, that wasn’t so bad. He also suggested you keep some prints; it could make for a good coffee table book. You liked hat he humoured you but you were like any other arts major; you were waiting for your green apron.

As they announced the landing over the speaker, you buckled in. You played with the locked buckle. You had lied to your mother. You told her you were staying on campus for the winter break. What would do if she knew if you were meeting a stranger? Huh, you were meeting a stranger and you had kept it all a secret. Your romcom had just become a horror in your mind.

Well, you had the app on the phone. The one that would send your location if you didn’t log in within the next eight hours. But it could be too late by then. Shit, this was stupid. So stupid. You could hide and tell him you missed your flight. Well, fuck, you’d texted him just before boarding.

As the plane descended you went through every worst case scenario; catfish, liar, murderer… Hugh was hot as fuck and you had to admit, a rich guy with eyes like his, was way out of your league. You bit your lip as you looked at the pic of him at the beach; was it the abs that made you so dumb or the smirk?

The large wheels rolled over the tarmac as the pilot steered past the other planes and into position. You waited as disembarkment began and the attendants reminded passengers to remain seated until told otherwise. You felt the wine in your stomach swish. Hugh had paid for first class; you had enjoyed the complimentary drinks a little too much. The first had been for courage, the second for foolishness.

Finally, it was time to get up. Time to face your naivety. Why did these things seem like a good idea until the last minute? Rather, why did you think they were? This was like that blind date in your freshman year that turned out to be a prank by your roommates. Sophomore year saw you relocated.

What if the same was going through Hugh’s head? What if he was disappointed? It was easy to seem cooler than you were behind a screen. It wasn’t exactly like you broadcasted the fact that you spent all your time in the library or the fact that your study group was the majority of your socialization. Well, maybe you’d both be let down and you could laugh about it together.

You grabbed your carry-on and followed the rest of the passengers down the ramp and into the tunnel. You felt like you were in a movie or a dream. It was surreal. Had you really flown all this way to meet this online pal?

As you reached the escalators, you turned your phone off of airplane mode. There was a message waiting for you. ‘At the gate.’ It was all too real as you sent back an emoji and neared the belt to grab your bag. You extended the arm and rolled it behind you as you headed for the last barrier. You were waved through customs and met another set of escalators. You bounced your leg as you descended.

You got to the bottom and walked around as you searched those waiting around the gate. Blonde hair, you couldn’t miss it. Blue eyes, tall, broad shoulders… he was the type to stand out in the crowd.

“Hey,” you felt a large hand on your back and another on the handle of your bag. “Right here.”

The deep voice was the same from your phone calls. You smiled and looked over as he took your bag entirely and wrapped his arm around you.

“I can’t believe you’re finally here.” You turned to him and his hand rested on your hip as he faced you.

The air went out of you and your lips parted. You blinked and sputtered. “H- Hi.”

“You okay? How was the flight?” He asked.

You were in shock. Your entire body jittered and your breath was trapped in your chest. It was Hugh but he was about twenty years older than his photos. Most of his hair was silver, with only a few strands of blonde, and though he hadn’t aged poorly, the difference was stark. Handsome as he still was, he had lied.

“It was… fine.” You forced out. “I…” You shook your head and pouted as your thoughts raced, “Hugh, you’re… older than I expected.”

“Call me Ransom. Everybody does.” He leaned it, “Why don’t we talk about this in the car?”

You looked around. You couldn’t really just turn around and go home, could you? You lowered your chin and sucked in your lip as you thought. What else had he lied about?

“Sure,” you said thinly. “I…”

“Babe, it’s me,” he coaxed, “I’m exactly who I said I was. And you, you’re even more gorgeous in person.”

You glanced at him and nodded. You hooked your shoulder bag over your arm and he grabbed your hand as he pulled you with him. The wheels of your suitcase rolled loudly behind him as the buzz of the crowd drowned out your panicked mind. You let him guide you, in disbelief. You didn’t know what else to do.

You were outside as the haze cleared. You approached a car, sleek and sporty, though you were never good with types. Hugh, or Ransom, opened the trunk and dropped your bag inside. He went to the driver’s side and opened the door as you stared across at him. You mirrored him and lowered yourself into the passenger’s seat. The doors closed almost in unison and you stared through the windshield at the unfamiliar parking lot.

He cleared his throat and turned the engine. You snapped your belt into place as he shifted into gear. You flinched and crossed your arms. You peeked at him in the rearview and his hand crawled onto your thigh. His eyes met yours in the mirror and he smirked. You were paralysed as he steered with one hand and his fingers tapped against your jeans.

“Merry Christmas, babe,” he said, “Or… happy holidays. Whatever’s politically correct.”

He laughed and you only managed to choke on your spit. You felt like you should be mad but did you have any right to be? He hadn’t exactly catfished you. Not completely. And he had paid for your ticket and from what you could tell, he was just as rich as he claimed. Yet, that wasn’t exactly why you’d come. Sure, it was all just in good fun, you didn’t expect a whirlwind romance, but it was still jarring.

“Why don’t you just relax?” he purred, “I know it wasn’t too long a flight but flying always takes it outta me. And you’ll need your energy. I have lots of surprises in store for you.”

You nodded and leaned against the door. You hugged yourself and lifted your leg over the other and Ransom’s hand slipped away. He seemed unbothered as he sat back in his seat and turned his attention to the road.

The radio flicked on and filled the tense silence. You clung to the unknown lyrics to keep from drowning in fear.

🎁

Despite your doubts, you couldn’t help but be astounded by Ransom’s house. Almost four years in a dormitory and the Holiday Inn was like a palace to you, but his place was even more than that. A modern façade with a blanket of store across the sprawling yards which seemed to have been perfectly laid to match the straight lines of the structure.

You stayed in the car as Ransom climbed out and took your bag from the trunk. You jumped in your seat as he tapped on the window with his knuckle. You looked over at him and undid your belt. You got out, your bag dangling from your wrist, and he touched the small of your back again as he led you forward.

“We’ll have dinner and then you can open your gifts,” he said, “That’s when the fun will start.”

“Mmhmm,” you hummed as he unlocked the door with a code and ushered you in.

You watched him hang his jacket and reluctantly unzipped your own. You put your bag down but kept a hold of your phone.

“You’re nervous,” he intoned.

“Why did you send me those pics and not something more recent? You lied.” You said.

His mouth slanted and he raised his brows. “They were me. Not much of a lie.”

“Enough of one, don’t you think?”

He chuckled. “I think you at least owe me a little leeway. Considering.”

“Considering what? You offered to pay. Don’t hold that over me.”

“I’m not but… you’re young, you’re impulsive. I mean, you came all the way here and now what? You’re going to tuck tail and run home? Spend the last of that bursary money so you can hide?”

“Don’t patronize me,” you huffed as you stepped out of your boots.

“I’m not.” He said firmly. “I’m giving you advice and it’s hard to see when you’re young but we both know you’re smarter than your age. We both know what this is and me being older isn’t going to affect that.” His eyes roved over you, “Is it?”

You lowered your lashes and thought. You wetted your lips and looked down at your phone. You unlocked it and opened the app. You keyed in your password and turned off the alert. You’d come this far and you were fairly certain he wouldn’t murder you. Besides, your mother would kill you once she found out you’d come all this way.

“It’s just gonna take me a bit to get used to it,” you tucked your phone away, “But promise me, that’s it. The only lie.”

“Promise,” he said gently, “Now, dinner should be here soon so why don’t you get changed.”

“Changed?” You snorted, “What--”

“Up the stairs, the room at the end of the hall, there’s a red box on the bed. It should fit. If it doesn’t, I’m sure it’ll still look great on you.”

You smiled as your cheeks burned. He was older but he still had charm and had aged into his looks and not out of them.

“Alright,” you said, “I… what’s for dinner?”

“Another surprise,” he replied as he neared and leaned in, “I’m more excited about dessert.” His breath tickled your cheek, his lips too, and you shivered. “Now go, we’ve both waited long enough for this.”

You drew away and turned to head up the stairs. He tapped your ass and you squeaked. You looked back over his shoulder and he winked. “Can’t help myself,” he raised his hands, “But I’ll try.”

You continued up the stairs and tried not to gape at what had to be expensive art. The furniture was no less extravagant and as you entered the room at the end of the hall, you closed the door and pulled out your phone. You typed in Ransom instead of Hugh Drysdale and pages of results popped up. Editor, Publisher, and Owner of Blood Like Wine Publishing. Jesus Christ, were you really that daft?

Well, he was famous enough to reassure you he wasn’t going to kill you. You tossed your phone on the bed beside the box and carefully untied the black ribbon around it. You shimmied the lid off and revealed the red velvet. You lifted it up, a short little piece trimmed with white fur. It was the most ridiculous thing you’d ever seen but scandalous nevertheless.

You stripped as your nerves only got worse. You slipped into the dress, it was tight around your chest and the short skirt had a slit along the thigh. You wanted to laugh at yourself. There was a pair of heels at the foot of the bed and you sat to slip on the stilettos. You stood and wobbled. You felt so dumb but a glance in the mirrored door of the closet gave you pause. Not bad.

You slowly made your way down the stairs. You held tight to the railing and as you came to the bottom, you looked around at the airy halls. You wandered into the next room and back to the kitchen. You stopped in the doorway as Ransom looked up from the counter. He carefully plated the food from the containers surrounded by paper bags. Expensive, boujie take out.

“The other way,” he smiled, “Past the stairs. I’ll be in shortly.”

“Oh, okay,” you spun and caught yourself on the wall.

You found your way to the room across the hall. There was an artificial fireplace in the wall burning and a low table with two cushions planted deliberately on the floor. There was a bucket with ice and champagne in it and two glasses waiting. You crossed to it and touched the petals of the stemmed roses in the tall crystal vase.

You turned as you heard footsteps. Ransom entered with two plates. He passed you and set them down on the low table. He spun back to you and took in every inch of you. “Wow, you look… great.”

“Thank you,” you shied away and he caught your hands. He pulled you close as the candlelight gleamed along his silver hair.

“Come here,” his hand grazed your arm and he caught your chin, “Amazing.”

He brushed his lips against yours and pressed them more firmly. You let him as you heart hammered and he pulled away as he nibbled your bottom lip.

“Let’s eat,” he breathed. “Before it gets cold.”

You followed him to the table and sat on the cushion. It was difficult as your skirt rode up and you bent your legs beside you awkwardly as Ransom popped the cork. He poured the wine and you sipped at the foam. You could still feel the glow of the grigio you’d downed on the plane.

“So, did you bring your camera? Tomorrow we might go out and you can get some photos. It’s beautiful in the winter. Cold but makes warming up all the better.”

“Yeah…” You took a bite of the salad. “So, why didn’t you tell me who you were? If your age doesn’t matter, then--”

“You didn’t ask me for money. Not even when I mentioned it. Most women, I tell them who I am, they google me, and they do a poor job of tiptoeing around my checkbook.” He shrugged. “And I like you. I wanted to get to know you without everything else.”

“Get to know me?” You scoffed. “That’s what you call it?”

“My intentions were innocent. At first. I thought your pictures might make a good book and then I found one of you. Business isn’t everything.”

“Oh,” you fluttered your lashes, “It’s not?”

His hand snaked over to your thigh and he squeezed. He played with the fur along your skirt.

“I have enough money.” He said, “What I want isn’t so simple.”

🎁

You finished dinner and washed it down with the champagne as Ransom cleared the plates. As came back, you sat on your knees and watched him cross the room. There was a table stacked with presents in the corner. You only just noticed it as he looked it over and picked out one wrapped in gold paper.

He neared and held it out to you. You took it and ran your finger over the edge. “Your gift is in my bag,” you tried to stand and he waved you off.

“Later,” he said, “Open it.”

You slid your finger under a fold and tore. You slowly unwrapped the box; black and shiny. You crumpled the paper and dropped it on the table. You wiggled the lid off a revealed a pair of black furry cuffs. You giggled.

“Thanks,” you looked up at him.

“Stand up,” he said.

“W-Why?” You tilted your head.

“You gotta try them on,” he grinned, “Come on. Just a little bit of fun.”

“I don’t know, I never--”

“I know you didn’t come here just for steak so come on, get up.” He demanded, “And turn around.”

You bit down as you stared up at him. You wanted to laugh but the lines in his forehead warned you he was serious. He bent and took the cuffs from you and set the box aside. You stood, numb and shaky. You didn’t believe it. He wasn’t going to--

He spun you around and swept your arms behind you. You tried to pull away as he caught your left wrist in a cuff and quickly hooked the other. They closed tight around your wrists and he tugged on the link as if to test them.

You stared at the artificial flames licking at the glass. He cupped your ass and dragged his hands around to grip your hips.

“They look nice,” he purred, “Oh, baby.”

He bent and nuzzled your neck as he brought his arms around you and kneaded your tits. He pushed them up as he nibbled at your skin.

“These… are perfect,” he kissed you and teased your flesh with his teeth. “Fuck.”

He pulled down the top of your dress and bared your chest. You wriggled and he hugged your waist he kept you close.

“What are you doing, baby? Where are you going to go?” He tweaked your nipple, “Dressed like a little slut.”

“Hey,” you gasped and he retracted his hand to smack your ass.

He hushed you as his fingers crept down your thigh and he rolled up your skirt an inch at a time. “What are these?” He snapped your panties, “You don’t need those.” He pulled them below your ass and they fell to your ankles. “Let me show you what an old man does better than any kid.”

He reached around you and tickled your pelvis. He raised his head and inhaled the scent of your scalp as his hot breath glossed over your head.

“Don’t be shy now… or would you feel better with a camera?” He taunted. “Hmmm?”

“Hu--Ransom,” you uttered.

“Come on,” he forced his hand between your legs and flicked between your folds. “What did you think this was? How long did you think I’d wait?”

“No, but--” You gasped as he toyed with your clit, “Ransom.”

“Say it again,” he swirled his fingers.

You gulped and moaned as he rubbed harder. Your legs quaked around his hand as he slid his fingers further back. You felt your arousal slicken as he spread it over your cunt and poked around your entrance. He slid a finger inside of you as he wiggled his crotch against your hands.

“Is this what you came for? Or did you want all of me?” He pushed another finger in. “You want me inside you, baby? Stretching you?”

You groaned as he curled his fingers and pressed the hell of his hand to your clit. He rocked his hand and cried out. Your legs cramped as your feet curled in the high stilettos.

“It doesn’t really matter what you came for,” he pushed on your shoulder until you bent forward. He caught the middle of the cuffs and held you like that. “I’m gonna get what I want.”

You closed your eyes and whined as he pulled his fingers out of you. You quivered and he spanked you before he withdrew his hand entirely. You felt him fumbling behind you as you shook your head. As you had been since you met him, you were off-balance. You couldn’t decide if what he wanted was what you wanted too.

You felt a prod along your ass. He brushed his tip down your cheek and poked between your legs. He wetted himself on your folds and pushed along your entrance. Slowly, he slid into you, grunting as he sank past his tip. Deeper and deeper until you threw your head up and moaned. He filled you completely; painfully and delightfully.

“Yeah, you want me.” He hissed as he thrust and jerked your body. “You want to be mine, don’t you?”

You hummed as he moved against you, your shoulders straining as he tugged on the cuffs.

“Say it. Say you want to be mine.”

“Ah,” you moaned, “I want-- to-- I-- I’m yours.”

“You’re mine, baby,” he snarled, “All mine. Aren’t you?”

“Y-y-yes,” your eyes rolled back as he sped up.

He rammed into you so hard your legs buckled. He growled and followed you down. He bent you over the table as swept the bucket and vase out of the way. He got to his knees as he pinned you over the top and crushed your hips against the edge. Your cheek was hot against the cool table as he jolted you.

“Mine,” he grunted, “Baby, all mine…”

He rutted into you as his voice mingled with yours. You whimpered as your legs tingled and your core bloomed. You let out a feral whine as you came, convulsing beneath him as he gripped the table above your shoulder.

“You want me.” He rasped, “You want me to cum in you.”

“I-I-I…” You twisted your hands as you struggled to think; struggled to do more than murmur wildly.

“Fuck.” He swore and you felt him burst.

He slowed as he slapped the table and when he stilled, he held himself over you and his breath sent a shudder through you. He sat back on his knees and slid out of you. His cum spilled down your thigh and you slumped down against him. He pinched the velvet bunched around our waist.

“You got more gifts to open, baby,” he slapped your ass as he stood, “You think you can keep up with an old man like me?”

#dark!ransom drysdale #ransom drysdale #dark ransom drysdale #knives out #ransom drysdale x reader #fic #one shot #request #merry chris-mas #seasonal #holiday fic

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lovewillthaw-j · 4 years

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Elsa’s powers appreciation (part 2 of 3) - Freezing

To recap, I’d like to classify Elsa’s powers into 3 categories and 3 posts - making things out of ice/snow (part 1), freezing (and melting) and movement/kinetic energy.

Before I dive into part 2 - I received some comments on the first post about Elsa’s ice decorations on Arendelle castle, which I missed out on. I would classify them as medium sized objects that she creates out of ice =)

What is the difference between part 1 and part 2? Well, I make a distinction between her creating something that was not there, versus her freezing (ie lowering the temperature of) something that is already there. Of course this is just my opinion and some are arguable, such as the snowstorms - you could say she created it or you could say she froze the weather.

1. Small-scale freezing

In the first row, she freezes window sills both as a child and as Queen: in between, she is freezing the scepter and orb before the coronation (and also during the coronation itself).

In the second row, she freezes water under her foot and discovers she can walk on water. To the right, are 2 contrasting examples of her freezing the water fountain. In the first, she physically touched the fountain; in the second, she has “levelled up” and can freeze the fountain without physical touch.

2. Freezing the room she is in + the floor of the Enchanted forest

In the first row, she freezes the floor of the great hall (and the whole hall too); next to it is the sad scene after her parents’ funeral, which she didn’t dare to attend for fear of hurting everyone in her grief; rightmost, she is freezing the room within the ice palace and causing a mini snowstorm. (for snowstorms, she also uses her kinetic powers which I will cover in the third post)

In the second row are the two times she froze the forest floor, first to stop the Northuldra and Mattias’ soldiers; second during her fight with Bruni.

3. Further lowering the temperature of an already cold place

I want to point this out cos she does it quite a lot. Her powers are just THAT awesome! In the first row, in her anguish from hurting Anna, she lowers the temperature of the already cold great hall, causing more ice to form on the already icy floor and to spread up the walls (2nd pic) Next to it, in the ice palace, as she despairs while talking to Anna, we hear the sound of ice forming and we see more ice fractals appearing in the castle walls (which are made of ice and are already cold).

In the second row, with the castle glowing red, again more ice fractals appear and icy spikes form on the walls. On the right is a screencap from the dungeon scene showing more ice forming on the walls as Elsa’s emotions cause the temperature to drop further.

4. Freezing an entire geographical area + weather

This hardly needs description. She freezes the entire fjord and causes it to snow in summer in Arendelle.

Later on, after breaking out of the dungeon, her panic causes a massive snowstorm to form around her (again, snowstorms also involve her kinetic powers), engulfing the castle and lowering the temperature even further, such that huge spikes of ice block Olaf and Anna’s path inside the castle; also, so much snow blankets the castle that Anna is able to slide down the side of the castle safely to the ground. The storm also causes the fjord to freeze even colder; some of the ships move as a result of the warping ice and one of them topples and almost falls on Kristoff and Sven.

In the final image (post Great Thaw), Elsa has got it under control and is able to make it snow in a controlled manner and only in the castle courtyard.

Not shown is the epilogue of F2 where she has frozen the Dark Sea and gallops over it on Nokk.

5. Her hair

Haha, now for something light hearted. You can argue that this is a separate power, but I’d like to think that she froze parts of her hair in place to give her iconic hair do. Watch the progression of the screencaps - her long locks by the side of her face initially drape down, and with a sweep of her right and then left hand, they get plastered to the side of her head. Magic frozen hairspray...

6. Uniquely Olaf

Have you ever stopped to consider that the magical personal “flurry” that Elsa made for Olaf is pretty mindblowing? She literally made a mobile, perpetual freezer! ie, a localized zone of cold temperature that is cold enough to snow and keep Olaf from melting, AND follows him everywhere! To put it another way, in 1840s Arendelle, Elsa has invented a fridge! (that follows you) Wouldn’t every household want one of their own for those hot summer days?

Olaf’s permafrost is similar and a little bit frightening if you see it as Elsa “encasing” you in ice. She can permafrost all her sentient creations including Marshmallow and the snowgies now.

7. Freezing head and heart

This is one of the darkest sides of Elsa’s powers. She is able to send her freezing powers “into” a person and if it is the head - knock the person unconscious and turn some hair white; if it is the heart, the person freezes from within and their hair will turn all white like Elsa’s, prior to becoming an immobile statue of ice. Do you know what this reminds me of? I watched a nature documentary on certain parasites which infect insects and take over their mind before killing them from within. Could Elsa control your mind? I think Evil Elsa could...and would...(Hell, if Nattmara could...why not Elsa. -FoS)

I like to think that during the fight with Weaseltown’s men, she was falling to the dark side and if that had not been arrested, she could have easily unleashed her powers and frozen the hearts of all her assailants.

BTW, I did not realize before that when she hit Anna in the head, you can see a snowflake impact Anna’s head briefly. (captured in my screencap)

In the second row, I want to point out that frozen Anna’s body was SO COLD that Hans’ sword frosted up before the sword made contact and shattered. And this brings me to the next point...

8. Freeze metal and stone to ultra low temperature that they break

So I did some research and some metals can shatter once it is colder than a specific temperature called the “ductile to brittle transition temperature”. Cheap non-alloyed steel can shatter at about -30 degrees Celsius. Alloyed steel can withstand much colder temperatures. This is important when building metal structures eg ships and rigs for use in the Arctic or Antarctic. I’m no materials scientist so I’ll let people chip in on this if they wish.

The point is, our Queen CAN FREEZE TO COLDER THAN -30 DEGREES!!! And she sure has superhuman invulnerability to cold! Human skin sticks to cold surfaces.

In the rightmost screencap, Elsa has broken out of a solid stone dungeon! Maybe she blasted it open (we don’t know) but this too is freaking amazing! I did some brief research and this is called frost weathering or frost shattering. Essentially she could break through stone by rapidly freezing all the water in it since water expands on freezing. (again, I’m no expert)

It is my belief that in F2, she could have destroyed the dam singlehandedly. Earth Giants pffft. And she would have stopped the water at the source too.

Elsa is definitely impervious to her own cold - she hugs frozen Anna (who is cold enough to break metal) cheek to cheek and is unscathed.

Interestingly, in F2 Anna holds the ice sword that Elsa made without being hurt by the cold - perhaps Anna gained some cold tolerance after coming back from being frozen herself. And she hugs Olaf all the time too.

9. The Nokk + Magic Freezing Thighs

Elsa is pretty fearsome in combat - I will touch more on this in the third post. Here, she figures out pretty rapidly how to stop the Nokk by freezing him. In the epilogue of F2, one of the most beautiful FX scenes - she freezes the Nokk and he willingly obliges and becomes a beautiful ice horse that can travel on land.

Have you ever wondered how Elsa stays on the Nokk “bareback”??? (bareback referring to Nokk...although Elsa’s dark sea gown is pretty bare in the back too lol) I know @super-mam-te-moc and I have!

Look at these 3 screencaps - on the left, the Nokk is bucking and thrashing around, trying to shake Elsa off; in the middle, she is riding the Nokk at a speed faster than the tsunami of water; and on the right, the Nokk is rearing up on hind legs while Elsa makes the huge ice wall with her hands in the air. In all these situations Elsa stays firmly on the Nokk and never falls off or slides off!

Our conclusion is - she has magic freezing thighs that help her stick to the Nokk...LOL

10. Melting

Lastly, Elsa is able to melt everything she made. With the help of Anna’s great love (lovethawmode) she melted the entire fjord and Arendelle. (kinetic powers are at play here too as she makes everything float into the sky and coalesce into a giant snowflake)

In F2, she also demonstrates melting the ice floor that she froze.

What we don’t know yet is whether she can melt “natural” snow that she didn’t make herself, or whether she can reverse a natural winter and turn it into summer. Let’s wait for more out of this world powers in future shorts, movies or series!

#elsa #frozen #frozen 2 #disney frozen #disneyfeverdaily #frozensnetwork #frozensource #disney

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carmichealroyals · 3 years

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Green Drawing Room, Winterven Palace. Early Winter.

[Peggy] Lottie! Peter! You’re home! [Maria Theresa] Oh, thank goodness -- with that storm on its way I was worried you’d be delayed. How was the trip? No trouble, I presume?

[Charlotte] No, Mama. I made sure to see the other girls off, and we even dropped Eleanor off at the airport so she didn’t miss her plane. [Peter] There was trouble, though. [Charlotte] ...no, there wasn’t. What are you talking about, exactly?

[Peter] You practically held court with the other girls yesterday morning. [Charlotte] So what if I did? They’re my friends. Friends talk. You wouldn’t know that. [Peter] No, but I distinctly remember the conversation you five had. About me. [Charlotte] You’re really bringing this up now? Honestly, Peter--

[William] Not so fast. I’m suddenly invested. [Maria Theresa] What happened Peter? You can tell us.

[Charlotte] You wouldn’t. You weren’t even supposed to hear that! [Peter] You and I both know I would. And if you didn’t want me to hear, then you and your ladies-in-waiting shouldn’t have gossiped in the den!

[Peter] What happened to Little Miss Honesty? One drop of hot water and you’re suddenly scared of me telling Mama and Dad that you called me, and I quote-- [Charlotte] You eavesdropped! On a private conversation! [Peter] --a “petty child on a power trip?”

[Charlotte] So what if I did? You wouldn’t be so hurt by that if I was wrong! [Peter] You have no right! You compared me to Gideon, of all people! [Charlotte] And clearly I was wrong to -- because if you were like him, you wouldn’t be making a public scene! You’ve said things just as bad to me!

[Charlotte] How about when you blackmailed me into letting you come so you wouldn’t tell Dad about me wanting Tobias to come? Or, I know, when you said you should be the heir instead of me? That’s practically treason! [Peter] Not if I’m right. You’re immature, selfish and only care about your reputation!

[Charlotte] I’M the immature one? You’d rather revert back to a sexist law than see your own flesh adn blood make history because of what, a petty grievance? [Peter] Because you take everything for granted! Everything just gets tossed at your feet while the rest of us have to fight for a scrap of praise!

*Charlotte and Peter arguing in the background* [Peggy] Mama, can I go... do something else? Please? [Maria Theresa] No, love. You need to see what consequences look like. [Peggy] Mama... *sighs* fine...

[Maria Theresa] ENOUGH!

[Maria Theresa] One would think that you were raised in a barn and not in a palace! Do you realize the immense amount of privilege you were born with? To sit here listening to you squabble over the order of your birth not only disrespects your father and I, but the whole country which you, Charlotte Carmicheal, stand to inherit rule of.

[Maria Theresa] If I had it my way, I would disinherit you both and make Margaret heir. At least she would have come decorum and common sense! [Peggy] Please, don’t. [Maria Theresa] Your behaviour is childish. My children are smarter than that, surely.

[Maria Theresa] The two of you are officially grounded for the rest of winter break, and confined to the palace grounds unless supervised by myself or your father. [Charlotte] But Mama-- [Maria Theresa] No buts! You may one day be Queen, but I am still your mother. If I ever catch you using that tone again, you’ll wish you were never born. Understood?

[Charlotte and Peter] Yes, ma’am. [William] Good. Take your things upstairs. We’ll talk about this later. *Charlotte and Peter leave*

[Peggy] ...they really don’t like each other, do they? [Maria Theresa] No, sweetheart, they don’t. I blame your father’s side of the family. [William] But Auntie Belle and I were never that bad.

[Peggy] I don’t get why. Lottie is the oldest. She deserves to be first in line. [Maria Theresa] Our rules were different a long time ago. They’re that way in Krasnoyarsk, remember? It’s why your cousin Masha is so... intense.

[Maria Theresa] Promise me, Margaret, that you’ll do your best to get along with your brother and sister. Family is hard sometimes, but-- [Peggy] --it’s worth it in the end. I know, Mama. I promise. [Maria Theresa] That’s my girl.

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persefone88 · 3 years

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10 + 1 Wangxian Recs - Theme Gods and Demons

I am currently mostly in MDZS (Mo Dao Zu Shi/Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation) fandom. And fully and wholeheartily shipping Lan Wangji/Wei Wuxian. And since I have collected 2000+ Wangxian bookmarks on AO3 I thought it was high time to pick out some of my favourite fics to Recommend. But since it is hard to pic just a few I decided to separate them into themes.

This theme is fics where either/both of Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji are some kind of God or Demon or Eldritch Creature.

Demonic Cultivator's Blessing, or: Curse of the Bunny Gods by FayJay

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21806698

Summary:Written for the Reverse Big Bang Challenge, to illustrate the beautiful art work below, by Saph0000 (qr-sa on tumblr).Her prompt was to write something about WWX and LWJ ascending to become deities; I took the liberty of slightly crossing over MDZS with Heaven Official's Blessing for the worldbuilding, and set myself the goal of bringing a smile to the faces of Jiang Cheng and Lan Xichen.So: a story in which the newly-ascended bunny gods set out to give Jiang Cheng's love life a boost, and find a way of cheering up Lan Xichen along the way.

don't wanna go to heaven if they don't want meby butchgoth (GremlinGirl)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23173873

Summary:Rolling thunder shook the Heavenly Realm, tremors nearly toppled whole palaces, and a bright shot of light illuminated the Martial Square. A new ascension had taken place, and amid the chaos stood a new God donned in black robes with a red ribbon fluttering in his hair.Wei Wuxian, a villain who murdered three thousand cultivators at Nightless City, shocks the world when he ascends to Godhood. With him, he brings a lowly doctor and a fierce corpse, and he meets no rule that he won't break. The Heavens are shocked and offended by his very presence, and talk about him is endless. The noble, graceful Martial God Lan Wangji, one of the Twin Jades from the Palace of Lan, becomes entangled with him, and a plague brought on by wicked cultivation strikes the populace. One of them the pride of Heaven, the other its shame, two Gods work together to unravel who is responsible and how they can stop the plague from claiming the lives of the ones Wei Wuxian loves.

We'll Build This House on Stone (Altars) by FluffyHippogriff

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24690373/chapters/59670793

Summary:Maybe, just maybe, Wei Wuxian shouldn't have looked for an abandoned temple in the dead of night.Maybe, just maybe, he shouldn't have broken in and invoked the name of the ancient god supposedly residing in said temple.And maybe, just maybe, he shouldn't have kept coming back to socialize.

Ashes and Moonlight by Anonymous

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20335783

Summary:For a long time, what separated gods and demons was defined only by where they went: up or down.

寒光殿: The Palace of Winter's Light by crimsonghost

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25170688

Summary:The day Lan Ya jiangjun lost his godhood, a faint snowfall fell over the Heavenly Court.The day Lan Wangji was born, a once-in-a-century blizzard battered the mountains of Gusu.Lan Wangji is a pseudo-reincarnation of a martial god from the previous heavenly "dynasty". There's something going on with the new Heavenly Court, and the Qishan Wen Sect is up to something. If only he remembered who he was, maybe he'd be able to solve both problems.

Mirage by mondengel

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27593869

Summary:The thing sprawled across the Jingshi was massive and amorphous

Now I'm slipping through the cracks by MirageBeaumort

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23884108

Summary:His baby born die... or so Wei Ying had announced, holding a small body between blankets.Eldritch AU

baby, take a chance on me by Anonymous

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29603424

Wei Wuxian has been carefully avoiding the darker edge of his occupation for hundreds of years, content to keep his head down. When that becomes an impossibility, he decides that it's high time he takes a shot at getting what he wants.Summary:He’s not even that destructive, all things considered. He prefers his little tricks to outright decimation and sometimes all he has to do is bat his eyes and the humans just take it from there. They really are a rowdy, horny bunch, very easy to rile up. He’s glad he was never like that, which is kind of funny considering his exact job description.Wei Wuxian, Class A Succubus.

a sword for a tongue by martyrsdaughter

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26690338

Summary:Esteemed cultivation professor Lan Wangji demonstrates how to deal with demons.He does not recommend marrying them as a general rule, but it's worked out well for him so far.

Ambrosia by misbehavingvigilante

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28394556

Summary:The God of Wine is dead. His sister’s grief shrinks each harvest more and more and his almost lover threatens to coat the world in an endless winter now that his Sun is gone.There is also a new God of Death.These two events may not be as unconnected as they seem.

Remnants of a Past Here Pass Like Light Through Dust by MavisMelisande

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28585359

Summary:"Please, you have to help him." Wèi Wúxiàn whispered into the dark, fingers scrabbling against the stone altar. His face was wet with tears, and he felt desperate, empty, cavernous in his despair. In all the times he had been here before, he had received no response to his offerings, no sign of the god that was once worshiped on this lost island. But he knew, he could feel the presence here. "And what do you give in return?" The voice was a deep rumble, disembodied, a part of the temple and the water, the fish and the lotus, and nothing at all. "Anything," he sobs, and he finds he means it. It was his duty to protect his brother, and he failed. Whatever Hánguāng-jūn asks, Wèi Wúxiàn will pay. "You will remain," the voice echoes, and Wèi Wúxiàn chokes. But yes, of course he will. If Jiāng Chéng is restored, it doesn't matter if he spends the rest of his years living in a koi pond. He laughs brokenly, stung by the inappropriate insanity. But then the voice continues: "for one year." One year. Yeah... Wèi Wúxiàn can do that. One year. "Yes."Wèi Wúxiàn begs an unknown god to restore Jiāng Chéng's core after Wēn Níng is caught trying to sneak them out of Wēn occupated Lotus Pier.

#mdzs #mdzs fanfiction #fanfiction recommendations #wangxian #demons #gods #eldritch creature

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iridescentmemoria · 3 years

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Every even number for Inky asks please! <3 and tell me their name and looks!!!

Pfhew! that was a lot of them! but i'm super happy i received this ask! i've been aching to talk about my inquisitor to someone <3 My main inquisitor would be Brenna Lavellan, She's a Dalish mage, pale skin with a dark green vallaslin. She has black hair, long, long enough to have to braid it and pull it into a bun behind her head. She wears several dreads too, with jewelry in them, but alas there's no mod for that. ( i use the mod dreads of the wolf on her ) She carries on her left cheek a scar that cuts through her face and onto her ear, she got it in a fight with a shemlen who'd tried to light their aravels on fire in the woods one night when she was only a youngster.

2 - How did they decorate and structure skyhold?

She decorates it with various trophies from their adventures through thedas, but the heraldry is mostly a mix between the inquisition and the dalish + elven designs. Some ferelden dogs, and an Avvar throne. 4. What are their views of the Chantry?

Fuck the chantry. That's basically her attitude. She understands faith is important to the people of thedas, they need hope, but the chantry is an outdated, cruel institution that practices nothing that they preach. 6. Who did they romance and why?

Solas. She fell for him quickly, his wit and charm and endless stories of the fade and the ancient elvhen empire. she loves him, with whole her heart. Where usually she would be wary of strangers, solas was one of the exceptions. She felt an instant connection with him and it didn't take long before he skillfully broke down her walls and made her fall deeply in love with him.

14. Who is their favourite and most trusted adviser?

If we're talking only the advisers she adores leliana, they cultivated a strong friendship. If we're talking the entire inner circle, that would be dorian, solas, cassandra and cole. 16. How do they react to the corruption of the Wardens? Why? She is apalled by their actions. For an institution to fall so low and resort to tying themselves to demons.. it was just too much. She banishes them from orlais. 18. Do they enjoy Wicked Grace, or don’t they? Not only does she enjoy it, she is also good at it and loves to challenge everyone in skyhold for a game or two. 20. Do they trust Morrigan? Trust? No. She's smart enough to realize Morrigan is in it for her own gain. She respects her and her magical abilities and likes to converse with her ( when she's not bragging about all the knowledge she supposedly possesses about elves and their heritage ) But she doesn't trust her. Morrigan is power hungry, and their debate at the well of sorrows shows that clearly enough. 22. What is their biggest regret?

Ironically, Not realizing Solas wasn't who he said he was. If she'd figured it out sooner, she might've been able to change his mind.. 24. How did they react when they found out about Blackwall/Thom Rainier?

Oof. Yeah that was a big reveal there. She had some suspicions about blackwall but would never have thought him to be a murderer. She pardoned him. But remains distant. Despite their friendship. 26. What makes them trust someone?

Seeing them standing up for what they think is right, standing up for people who cannot defend themselves. And those who do good deeds without wanting anything in return. 28. Did they disband the Inquisition or maintain it?

It was a tough decision. The inquisition was her everything, but seeing the state of thedas and knowing the truth now, that the entire organisation was infiltrated with spies and reeking of corruption... She disbanded it. She was angry and upset, but determined to work towards saving solas from himself. It would be easier with a tight knit group that doesn't involve all the politics and discussions in the winter palace. She also gladly went to kirkwall to live there after varric offered it to her. 30. How did they judge the prisoners? Alexius, Servis and so on. Specific a character.

Alexius was made to serve the inquisition, in researching arcana. But he will not be gaining his freedom. Servis was made to smuggle artefacts. Florianne was killed, and her box was used for community service. Livius Erimond was executed. Ser ruth was sent to the deep roads to achieve what she wanted. Samson was remanded to Kirkwall for judgement of his crimes, though if she was given the chance she would have executed him for all he did. 32. Who did they leave in the Fade, and why?

Stroud. To her it seemed the more logical solution at the time. besides, she loves varric dearly and couldn't take his best friend from him. 34. How do they cope with the stress of being Inquisitor?

Powering through. Trying her best to maintain her sanity by taking breaks on her own when she can. Also elfroot. A lot of it. 36. What was the most difficult choice that had to make?

Whether to disband the inquisition or not.

38. Emotionally, what was their reaction at Sahrina Quarry? The realisation made her nauseous to her core, the poor people there didn't deserve all that and she wishes she could have helped them sooner.

40. Do they get Cullen to start taking lyrium again? Why or why not?

Absolutely not. She supports his decision and provides him with counsel and comfort when he needs it. They are devoted friends, And seeing him overcome his addiction makes her proud. She trusts in him, she knows he can continue his work without the lyrium.

42. How do they view Tevinter? Oof. Yeah.. well considering she is an elf, she doesn't much like the place at all. The only good thing to come out of it is Dorian, who she loves dearly.

44. How do they think their race plays into being Inquisitor? It definitely does. A whole big deal. She is a dalish standing for all peoples. No matter their origin. She is the proof that everyone is worthy of respect. And she openly wants to use her power to advance the elves. 46. Which companion/adviser makes them think twice about their choices, if any?

Dorian. His voice is one of reason and she takes his counsel constantly. Also they have fun little outings that involve a lot of vintage wine and gossip. All the advisors are important to her, she listens carefully to josie cullen and leliana. Also cassandra. And cole. I think the only one she doesn't listen to is viv. ;) 48. What do they think about the Hero of Ferelden?

She doesn't know much about the hero of ferelden. Before the inquisition she kept to the clan and their worries, but she reads up on their story later in the library and finds herself feeling some level of connection to them, they both stand for something better after all. 50. Are they proud of what they accomplished? Yes. Despite everything. She feels like being a part of this whole inquisition took a lot from her, almost everything, but she is proud of what she has accomplished and the changes she's made to the world. Bonus! here's some pics of Brenna for the long wait!

#oc lavellan #ask game #ask game response #dai #dragon age inquisition funny #solas dragon age #dragon age: inquisition #da:i #solavellan #solas #fen harel #trespasser #the descent #solas x inquisitor #solas x lavellan #dorian pavus #varric tethras #da4

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legionofpotatoes · 3 years

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the crossroads the eluvians connect to r not part of the fade and not where the shattered library is, the crossroads r basically exactly like the ringspace in the expanse if ur familiar w that show which i wholeheartedly recommend

as for the other two, i dont think there r any refs for the exterior of the temple of mythal except that one concept art :/ but u could try asking some gifmaker to take ingame pics of it w flycam(if flycam exists for dai i think it does but i could be wrong)

and ur right thr winter palace was built by orlais ages ago on the ruins of the elven city halamshiral, the wiki page goes into more detail

Cant wait to see what u come up with 👀

thank you thank you thank you wonderful anon!

I dug up some flycams of the temple but in both instances (exterior/interior) the main structure appears either partially modeled or simply absent. the overall in-game vibe of it is more of a walled-off garden ruin, but if I am to hark back to its glory days I'd aesthetically prefer something that'll read better from a distance. I guess I'll end up loosely riffing on that concept art after all. hopefully the fandom forgives 😅

the rest is clear and reading the wikis helped as well. thanks again!

#anon #asks

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inevitably-johnlocked · 4 years

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5 Favourite Works

YAY! I got tagged by the amazing @chained-to-the-mirror, and I was tickled pink because I was feeling left out, seeing everyone tag everyone and then me just... over here. Thank you, Lovely. Seriously, you always know when I need a smile <3. I like happy posts today.

rules: it’s time to love yourselves! choose your 5 favourite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you’ve brought into the world. tag as many writers/artists/etc as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works!

Well, I haven’t done a lot of works in the past year (not even Meta, and I’m not happy with them all), so I’m going to choose my five fave works I’ve ever done because I still am happy when I see them :) In no particular order:

1. Secret Episode Meta Ficlet

This came to me after S4 and while I was riding on the bus to work. It was my theory for what I wanted to see for a secret episode. I want to eventually clean it up and expand it to a full one shot, and then add it to the Sherlock fanfic I’ve been plotting out for years but never wrote. One baby step at a time, LOL.

Excerpt:

Sherlock looks up at John, his pale eyes wide in fear. “I almost lost you, John. After everything I did, I almost lost you. I wasn’t good enough and – ” Sherlock’s voice is starting to rise in panic.

John brings their heads closer together, and that seems to settle Sherlock down enough for him to continue.

“You were shot, John. In the head.”

It still makes me tear up.

2. The Mind Palace Theories of TAB Meta

This is the meta that cemented my place initially in the fandom, and it’s still one of my faves not because of how close we got to predicting TAB, but because it was a COMMUNITY meta, that we all made and speculated on and it turned into a beast all its own. It helped me essentially have people take me seriously as a meta-writer in my own regard. I’m fiercely protective of it because people have tried to claim parts of our meta as their own and that’s just not on, because it was a COMMUNITY effort speculation. It was OUR meta, and it helped me create this little corner in the fandom. I’ve never considered myself “popular” but I know that I was considered a BNF for a while because of this meta Nowadays I’m not much of anyone, but without this meta, y’all, without YOU guys, I would probably not still be as steady a presence as I am now. I wish I was more known for my art, but I am glad that my “claim to fame” was a team effort that was built upon from one single night of me writing a meta with a cracking headache, thinking it was just a crack theory to not be taken seriously.

3. Corndog Daddy || [Ao3 Post]

It’s stupid and silly and I love the fuck out of this ficlet I wrote as a gift. I don’t often promote my own writing (nor does anyone else, but I digress), so I don’t have a lot of kudos’ or bookmarks on this, but it’s so ridiculous and cracky and I love it. Essentially, John and Sherlock go to a county fair and Sherlock cums in his pants XD

Excerpt:

John ordered [a corn dog] for himself, and asked Sherlock if he wanted one, who nodded. John took the two corn dogs and handed one to Sherlock as John put the tip of the dog in his mouth.

Sherlock nearly dropped both bee plush and corn dog as his cock made a bold attempt to let Sherlock know it was interested in the current proceedings.

John raised an eyebrow, grinned devilishly, and started suckling the tip of the corn dog. “Mmm,” John hummed. “I do like a sweet meat stick.”

Anyway. XD

4. SHERLOCK - :Winter Kiss: by @stephdrawsjohnlock

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My favourite Johnlock anniversary pic (2018) I’ve done is also one of my most noted, which also makes me happy. I wish I could get even a quarter of notice on all my art, but this one is particularly good. I’m much better at Black and White than colour I think, and it was an experiment with new brushes I got with updated photoshop.

5. Smooth Hat Detective by @stephdrawsjohnlock plus Inspired Ficlet by @johnlockismyreligion

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Okay, the name is so stupid... I had Smooth Criminal stuck in my head when I was drawing this (and now I do again, lol) and that’s why it’s named that, but I love lingerielock and I wanted to contribute my own, so this was the result, which was a practice piece for shading. In turn, I was surprised by a gift fic inspired by this picture called Your love it feels so good by Hotaru_Tomoe and it forever made this pic worth being proud of because someone was ACTUALLY INSPIRED BY MY ART. That’s never happened, and even thinking about it today still makes me cry happy tears, so Thank you forever, Lovely. <3

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Anyway, so yeah, I hope you guys like them as much as I do <3

Anyone who hasn’t been tagged, and really wants to do it, like I did, I TAG YOU, so please do it and let me know you did!! <3

#tagged blogging #about me #happy posts #5 things #my blog #my art #my writing #long post

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June 6th 1329 saw the death of our most famous King, Robert I, "The Bruce".

Much has been said about King Robert and his prowess in battle, I'll try and highlight some of his other traits and how it was he who was first given the no de plume Braveheart.

The Bruce is said to have spoken several languages, Scots, Gaelic, Latin, and Norman French, and was an avid reader who loved studying the lives of previous monarchs. According to a parliamentary brief from around 1364, Robert the Bruce "used continually to read, or have read in his presence, the histories of ancient kings and princes, and how they conducted themselves in their times, both in wartime and in peacetime.” In his free time, he would recite tales from history, with the likes of Charlemagne and Hannibal being two of his favourite subjects he shared.

Robert the Bruce’s physician, Maino de Maineri, criticized the king’s penchant for devouring eels. “I am certain that this fish should not be eaten because I have seen it during the time I was with the king of the Scots, Robert Bruce, who risked many dangers by eating [moray eels], which are by nature like lampreys," de Maineri wrote "It is true that these [morays] were caught in muddy and corrupt waters.” (Notably, overeating eels was considered the cause of King Henry I England’s death.)

Treasure hunters speculate that in the 14th century, the Knights Templar fled to Scotland with a trove of valuables because they received support and protection from King Robert the Bruce. Thanks to his help, they say, the Knights were able to hide gold and holy relics—from ancient Gospel scrolls to the Holy Grail—in secret spots across the country, including in Rosslyn Chapel and it's not just through the Da Vinci Code, I remember my mum talking about the Holy Grail possibly being hidden within the Apprentice Pillar.

After the death of his second wife, Elizabeth de Burgh, Robert the Bruce decreed to give the Auld Kirk in Cullen, Scotland—now the Cullen and Deskford Parish—a total of five Scots pounds every year. That's because, in 1327, Elizabeth had died after falling off a horse, and the local congregation generously took care of her remains. Robert was so touched by the gesture that he promised to donate money “for all eternity.” To this day, his bequest is still paid to the kirk.

The Kirk was not the only thing to benefit from The Bruce. He moved about Scotland he was a frequent visitor to Aberdeen , his first arrival being in 1306. In the month of September 1319, King Robert, had again visited the city, where he stayed for some time, lodging in William the Lion's Palace in the Green.

The citizens of Aberdeen, many of whom were his former comrades-in-arms, gave Bruce a tremendous welcome. The King went south well pleased with the reception he had received, and at a Parliament in Berwick on 10th December 1319 , made his most generous benefaction to Aberdeen . He gave the burgesses in perpetual feu, and for a nominal payment of £213:6/8d, the whole of the Stocket Forest . From this remarkable gift the city's ‘Common Good Fund' may be said to have originated. The fund has accumulated over the years and has assets worth millions of pounds; the cities citizens still enjoy the benefits to this very day.

The Bruce died just a month before his 55th birthday, about the same age I am just now. The cause of his death has been a source of much discussion, and disagreement, but most modern scholars believe that he succumbed to leprosy. His funeral was a rather elaborate affair that required nearly 7000 pounds of candle wax just for the funerary candles. Following the fashion for royalty, he was buried in multiple places. His chest was sawed open and his heart and internal organs removed: The guts were buried near his death-place at the Manor of Cardross, near Dumbarton; his corpse interred in Dunfermline Abbey; and his heart placed inside a metal urn to be worn around the neck of Sir James Douglas, who promised to take it to the Holy Lord. The reason his guts were taken and buried first was to stop the rest of the corpse did not rot before it's "spiritual" burial at the Abbey in Dunfermline.

Unfortunately, Sir Douglas never made it to the Holy Land: He got sidetracked and took a detour to fight the Moors in Spain, where he was killed. Before his attackers reached him, Douglas reportedly threw the urn containing the king’s heart and yelled “Lead on brave heart, I’ll follow thee.” The heart was later returned to Scotland and it was not until 1921 it was rediscovered on an archaeological dig at Melrose Abbey. The Casket was opened to find the mummified heart, it was photographed at the time, but I can't find these pics online, however it was unearthed again in 1996.

After the casket had been fully examined, several different ideas were put forward about what should happen to it next. There were some suggestions of sending the casket to the National Museum of Scotland, or creating a new museum for the heart at Melrose Abbey.

In the end, in accordance with Scots Law and respect for the dead, the casket was enclosed inside a time capsule, and reburied in a private ceremony. Although this heart hasn't 100% been proven to be that of King Robert it doesn't really matter. The casket and the heart are symbols of the man himself and shall always remain so.

The pics are all related to the post, the first two are of the statue of Robert the Bruce outside Marischal College and Council HQ Broad Street in Aberdeen, you can see his hand holding up the document I wrote about, granting the lands in city in 1319. The third pic is the said document, it reads:

Charter by King Robert the Bruce to the Burgesses of Aberdeen, 10th December 1319.

Robert, by the grace of God King of Scots, to all good men of his whole land, greeting. Know ye that, with the advice and approval of the good men of our kingdom, we have granted and set to feufarm, and by our present charter confirmed to our burgesses and community of our burgh of Aberdeen, our foresaid burgh of Aberdeen and our forest of the Stocket with the pertinents; to be held and had by the foresaid burgesses and community, their heirs and successors, for ever, of us and our heirs in fee and heritage and in free burgage, by all their right meiths and marches, with mills, waters, fishings, petty customs, tolls, courts weights, measures and with all other privileges, conveniences, easements, usages, and their just pertinents by law and usage belonging, or which shall in future belong, to the sett of the said burgh and forest; paying yearly therefor the said burgesses, their heirs and successors, to us or to our heirs, as aforesaid, two hundred and thirteen pounds, six shillings and eightpence sterling only, into our Treasury at two terms yearly, half at the feast of Pentecost and the other half at the feast of Saint Martin in winter, in place of all other service, exaction, usage or demand. It is also our will and we grant that our said burgesses, the heirs and successors thereof, freely and without hindrance from anyone, in the fields, moors and other portions whatsoever of the said forest outwith the wood of the Stocket, hard by the foresaid burgh of Aberdeen, may perform every kind of tillage, erect dwelling-houses and other buildings, dig fuel, and exercise, carry out and regulate other conveniences whatsoever, as they shall see fit to arrange: reserving for ourselves and our heirs only the green-growth of the great trees in the foresaid wood, and game likewise, should any such chance to be found in the same forest. We have likewise granted to the same our burgh, the burgesses and community thereof, their heirs and successors, that no justiciar of the forest or any other person of our kingdom, of whatsoever condition or rank he be, shall in any way interfere with or take cognisance of the administration of the present grant and our infeftment, or of infringements thereof, save only our Chamberlain for the time being; but so that whosoever shall be lawfully convicted of such infringements, or of destroying the green wood, or the game in the said forest, shall undergo the punishment of such crime in his own person, and no other: the chief grant, however, and our infeftment remaining in full force strictly and forever. In witness whereof we have ordered our seal to be appended to these presents. Witnesses:- William, Bishop of Saint Andrews, and William, Bishop of Dunkeld; Bernard, Abbot of Arbroath, and our Chancellor; Thomas Ranulph, Earl of Moray, and Lord of Annandale and Man; Robert of Keith, our Marischal; Gilbert of Hay, our Constable; Alexander Fraser, our Chamberlain, - Knights. At Berwick-on-Tweed, the tenth day of December, in the fourteenth year of our reign.

The next two are of the original casket dug up in 1921 and the new one it placed in after it's rediscovery in 1996. The final pic is the marker at Melrose Abbey, under which is the Heart.

#Scotland #scottish #Robert the Bruce #History

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stayinurlaneboi · 5 years

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Asra

mornings

picking outfits for the ball

general headcanons

home sweet home

touch starved

mc finds a starving cat and brings him in

things he would definitely do

can’t let go yet kisses

drunken convos between asra and nadia

wintertime

maybe it’s the magic in the air and the stars in your eyes

lazy morning kisses

asras tired so mc takes care of him

he takes care of mc when theyre hurt

something about your bleary eyes and messy hair

baby its cold outside

one frigid winter day

soft hugs cold hands

accidentally calling mc my love

cuddle hc

OT3

domestic life

stealing mcs blanket

OT6

sleeping habits

hella affectionate mc

they realize they’re in a game but they fall anyway

spell gone wrong

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Humans Are Space Orcs

rage and wrath

fueled by hatred

duality of the soul

rage

the heavens wept

i remember

humans dont notice that there are reality bending infestations everywhere

Prompts

fey prompt list

fairy writings

Heros and Villains

a courtesy

it was cruel of them, you could have never won

superhero and villain has a mutual friend group

a villain love story is simply superior

come to the dark side we have insurance

Cpop

bf!xukun

jealous/drunk kun

yanchen + cuddle time before deadlines

yuhua groupchat imagine

xukun + soulmate au where emotions can be seen as colors

nine percent + being protective

Kpop

bias + firsts

astro + types of affection

eunwoo + baby its cold outside

eunwoo + sweet dreams

summer dream + bias of choice

Dangerous Fellows

short s/o

zion + touch starved

Shadowhunters

dating alec

alec + prom

camping headcanons

alec + its not jace

Teen Wolf

skintight

cuddle puddle

Court of Dreams

another what if au

at the moonstone palace

drabbles

what ifs….

merther

the dragon circlet

a different first meeting

pining!arthur and oblivious!merlin

arthur is so so in love with merlin he’s barely even hanging in there

sorry, dropped your coat! 1 2 3 4

↳ first steps 1 2

The Witcher

what if jaskier was immortal lol

jask is part elf and geralt is like wbk

jask is rly good at throwing knives

immortal!jask modern au

jask and his ye olde yelp reviews

jask can see ghosts

yen is going around and invoking the law of suprise

jask buying geralt matching hair ribbons

modern au where everythings the same except for jask

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characters who don’t get phased by things suddenly have smth bad happen to them

imagine waking up in a fictional world

imagine killian and peter at disney world

fake married is the best trope prove me wrong

phan + platonic relationships

being with hiccup when he meets his mother

characters eyes glow when they use their powers

the “who did this to you” trope

a death thats on the side of the good guys bc death is inevitable

fake relationship au ver2

fae are just real mad that we can lie and they cant

the fae said trans rights

some dope ass tropes

peak fantasy environment designs

free boys + youtuber s/o

i enjoy being with you turns into i want to be with you

when 2 people have been separated for too long

feral!tomoe relationship hcs

fake married/dating is the best trope

Percy Jackson

percy jacksons popular but Not Like That part 2

percy is kind of an enigma at school

pjo mini comic

demi god conspiracy theories

lifeguard!percy

rachel is one of the richest people in the country

Short Stories

every 20:17 you become impossibly productive for just 60 seconds

your heroic nemesis is a teenager and your their emergency contact round 2

date a selkie but dont hide her cloak

you’re a powerful magic being except you’re not

star wars alternate universe

local house ghost adopts some kids

give me your name child...

you’re now a earth parent now oops

dating mr frost and being a guardian

aliens have taken over but they didn’t plan on the old gods returning

beauty and the beast au where belle falls in love slowly

crowleys replacements dont last very long

vulcans and touching hands

agnieszka of the wood and her dragon

city girl!mulan

once there was a witch who lived in the woods…

a couple of witches decide that they’d make a better chosen one then a 15 y/o

an old tale

fey: give me your first born human: ok when do we start

anakin and padmes kiddos and how much of them are in them

magic sandwich nonsense

morally grey captain is cursed to die and the only cure is....

candles are just fire pets

pumpkins left out on a full moon turn into vampires

everyone can teleport within 10 feet of the person they love most

once “defeated” demon king

a detective and a thief walk into a bar..

the story of Eowyn

wei wuxian and what he gets away with

baskin robin commercials as unsent love letters

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mafias and their restaurant fronts

plants producing actual poisons and humans coming around be like yum:)

pirate queen elizabeth

star trek and two dumbasses

the addams family rents out rooms in their house to students

the swan princess turns feral

dont live your life looking back

but what if the princess went into the tower because shes the dragon

sorry but if i saw a ddoor to another world id go rip to you but in different

old lobster quote

stupid leftists and their intrinsic value of human life

the idea of showing someone the worst parts of yourself and still being loved

gordon ramsey and his various sides

me: i have nightmares about school school: this is normal

if you think you can go anywhere in europe easily have never been to italy

secretly in love with your roommate? your not the only one!

my ancestors are proud of me

jack sparrow: he’s been through it all

alignment chart

i am kind because i cannot allow anyone to go through what i did

hi yes i have your long lost statue.. do you want it?

“your fathers darth vader” “haha very funny” “its true” “no its not”

the plot of yuri on ice is just too fuckin ridiculous

science people are losing it

goofus the murder peacock

birds are really fuckin smart and you should fear them

quotes that hit different and their origin stories

art for arts sake

amateur comes from the latin word for love

matchmaking service to find a dragon his hoard of people

lesbian fake dating au

types of stupid characters

how to subtly name your kids after comic book characters

there is nothing more human than to play

the best adaption for a christmas carol

ily in any other language is too fuckin intimate to say out loud

educating people on their pets

this lady and her mom an aunt are bamfs

tolkien went to war and based his books off of his experiences

the council of retired white moms gets a scare of a lifetime lol

children v religion is so funny

if you dont think people will document historically significant events then...

the story about the RMS Carpathia and the the tragedy of the Titanic

“scam artist” caought selling immortality in a bottle

your most important survival skill is asking for help

competitive found family

when you are effectively are a cryptid but all it brings you is minor troubles

elizabeth swan was a lot of peoples gay awakening

nude modeling is not as sexy as you’d imagine it to be

hanging out with old people rock

its a taboo to admit that your lonely

jurassic park except they have proper enrichment programs

the aadams family rents out rooms in their mansion for broke college kids

vegans need to make peace with honey

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