#but I also just love taking pictures of arthur and the sun Tumblr posts

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The sun is your halo, for it is always above you.

Arthur and Weetabix 𑁦𐂂𑁦 Scarlett Meadows

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hey angel, part 2 | c.l.

social media au

synopsis: in which you finally take your baby girl to the paddock

part 1

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y/n.leclerc Camille is getting some sun before daddy's race❤️❤️ tagged: charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc ma choupinette, je t'aime tellement ❤️

y/n.leclerc ❤️❤️❤️

leclerc_pascale she is so beautiful, i can't wait to get my hands on her tomorrow 😭😭❤️

y/n.leclerc she missed you so much maman❤️❤️

landonorris if she happens to disappear, i'm not the one to blame

georgerussell63 me neither

oscarpiastri not me either

charles_leclerc nobody is kidnapping my child

y/n.leclerc i know how to fight, bring it on

leclerc_pascale i miss you guys so much ❤️❤️

y/n.leclerc we miss you too, maman!!!! especially Camille🥹❤️❤️

leclerc_pascale oh my beautiful little girl

charles_leclerc i'm also here, just saying

y/n.leclerc babe, know your place

arthur_leclerc rocking the swimsuit i bought her, i see

y/n.leclerc the swimsuit carla bought her**

arthur_leclerc same thing

carlabrocker arthur!!!

charles_leclerc watch it mate, we're outnumbered already

yourmother i cannot believe how big she is already!!!!

y/n.leclerc i know 😭😭 it seems like time is flying by

carlossainz55 i cannot wait to see the little princess ❤️

y/n.leclerc she misses her uncle ‘los ❤️

charles_leclerc she keeps giggling at every picture of the two of us and pointing towards you🥲i’m starting to get jealous

carlossainz55 it’s the sainz effect 😌😉

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charles_leclerc having them with me is my favorite part of the weekend ❤️ tagged: y/n.leclerc

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y/n.leclerc awwwwwwwww

y/n.leclerc you're gonna make me cry again😭😭

y/n.leclerc we love you so much❤️❤️❤️❤️

charles_leclerc i love you more than you know❤️❤️❤️❤️

leclerc_pascale my beautiful little princess ❤️

charles_leclerc thank you for helping us with her this weekend ❤️

leclerc_pascale anytime❤️

landonorris hope you like the gift i sent you

y/n.leclerc it was so cute !!!! ❤️❤️ thank you lando

charles_leclerc she is not wearing a papaya onesie to the race, lando

landonorris she looks amazing in it, you’d be doing her a favor

y/n.leclerc don’t make charlie have a breakdown, please

arthur_leclerc can i have her?

y/n.leclerc yes

charles_leclerc no

arthur_leclerc ????

francisca.cgomes I CAN'T WAIT TO HOLD HER AND SQUEEZE HER TINY LITTLE CHEEKS ❤️❤️❤️❤️

y/n.leclerc she can't wait to spend some time with her auntie kika either ❤️❤️

lilyzneimer you did such a good job with her ❤️

y/n.leclerc thank you honey ❤️

oscarpiastri she speaks for the both of us, by the way

y/n.leclerc shut up pastry, still haven't forgotten you were planning to kidnap my child

maxverstappen1 would Camille be interested in some Red Bull merch? blue would look amazing on her

y/n.leclerc no

charles_leclerc get out of here

scuderiaferrari Our favorite guest ! ❤️

y/n.leclerc thank you for the mini earmuffs you gave us ❤️

charles_leclerc and for the mini helmet you had made for her

y/n.leclerc and for the mini race suit

charles_leclerc and for the shirts

scuderiaferrari ❤️❤️ always a pleasure to see our littlest member in uniform ❤️

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scuderiaferrari It wouldn't be the Monaco GP without our favorite family at the track! The Leclercs, everyone!❤️ tagged: y/n.leclerc and charles_leclerc

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y/n.leclerc thank you for always welcoming and taking care of us ❤️ liked by scuderiaferrari

charles_leclerc my gorgeous gorgeous girls 🥰❤️

y/n.leclerc we love you so much papa❤️❤️❤️

joris_trouche my favorite girl in the entire world😍

y/n.leclerc what about me??????

joris_trouche um

charles_leclerc nice going mate

leclerc_pascale she's getting so big🥹😭

y/n.leclerc she's growing up way too fast :((((

user1 Camille is so cute :((((

user2 she sat in a car man😭😭😭😭😭😭

user3 she looks so much like Charlesssss

user4 I WILL PROTECT THAT CHILD WITH EVERYTHING I HAVE liked by scuderiaferrari

francisca.cgomes SHE'S SO PRECIOUS AH MY LITTLE BABY MUNCHKIN😭😭😭😭❤️

y/n.leclerc we love youuuu❤️❤️🥰

user5 admin is just as in love with Camille as we are liked by scuderiaferrari

lilymhe i can't believe she's already almost a year old😭

y/n.leclerc me neither, like where did the time go?????

user6 y/n.leclerc will you let camille start karting???

y/n.leclerc charlie and i have been talking

charles_leclerc i'm making my case guys

y/n.leclerc i told you not to get your hopes up. you already stress me out almost every weekend, i don't know if i can handle camille doing the same

charles_leclerc we'll cross that bridge when we come to it, mon amour

charles_leclerc (she's definitely going karting)

carlabrocker i miss her so muchhhhh😢❤️❤️

y/n.leclerc she keeps asking for you😭❤️

arthur_leclerc what about me?

y/n.leclerc yeah, you're somewhere up there with carla

arthur_leclerc ...betrayed by my own niece

charles_leclerc sucks to be you

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y/n.leclerc being your mama is my greatest accomplishment (my baby is getting so big, please stay like this forever😭😭)❤️ tagges: charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc you amaze me every single day. seeing you being Camille’s mother has been my favorite thing about you. je t’aime toujours, mon amour ❤️

y/n.leclerc you’re making me cry charlie 😭😭😭

y/n.leclerc je t’aime tellement, amour ❤️❤️❤️

leclerc_pascale i’m proud of you for being such a good mother to your little girl❤️❤️

y/n.leclerc is wouldn’t have been able to do it without your help maman ❤️❤️

leclerc_pascale you and charles are doing such a good job with her ❤️

charles_leclerc ❤️

francisca.cgomes I JUST WANT TO SQUISH HER LITTLE CHEEKS AND EAT HER UP 😭😭❤️❤️❤️❤️

y/n.leclerc we all do 😭❤️❤️❤️

lilymhe the cutest little girl in the whole world❤️🥰

y/n.leclerc thank you lils 🫶🏻🫶🏻

joris_trouche she is a diva already

y/n.leclerc she takes after her papa in that department

charles_leclerc what is that supposed to mean?

y/n.leclerc nothing bad, mon amour👀

scuderiaferrari Our favorite guest!❤️

landonorris i call dibs on hanging out with her first!!!

carlossainz55 that’s not fair, i’m already at the garage with her when they arrive

pierregasly we arrive together, i should be calling dibs

maxverstappen1 i’m obviously the right choice, i already have a daughter

charles_leclerc STOP FIGHTING OVER MY CHILD

oscarpiastri in translation: uncle Oscar gets her first

user1 she is the cutest thing in the world ❤️😭😭

user2 such a good mother 😭😭😭

user3 my favorite family in the whole world ❤️❤️

carmenmmundt ❤️cutest little girl

y/n.leclerc ❤️❤️

user4 i find it funny how the whole paddock has now become a Camille Leclerc fan club 😭😭❤️

user5 i care more about this child than myself

user6 will you guys be attending any more races with Camille??

y/n.leclerc i would love nothing more, but i think we’re going to wait until she’s a little older. she’s not ready yet for the time zone changes and the jet lag and i don’t want to disrupt her schedule for now ❤️

charles_leclerc i want nothing more than to have my family with me, but our daughter is still an infant and i don’t want her to go through the time zones and everything yet. there is plenty of time for her to come and see me race with her mama❤️

user7 please don’t feel pressured to bring her anywhere. she is your child and you do as you see fit, we completely understand and support your decision!

carlabrocker ❤️❤️

y/n.leclerc ❤️

lilyzneimer you both are just the sweetest thing ever❤️❤️

y/n.leclerc you're gonna make me cry ❤️😭😭

charles_leclerc thanks for that, lily

lilyzneimer 😭😭i’m sorry

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Your thoughts on Alfreds similarity to Arthur, their dynamic and their father-son relationshio is incredible and so very enjoyable! The way Arthur sees Alfred; his hyperindependent son who rejects his fathers ideas and uplifts his own ambitions, not understanding that while his own ambition and view of the world is not completely identical to his fathers, it's a mirror image in scale and vigour. It is the same old tale of the prince beheading the king, taking the crown and vowing to never become his father, only to come full circle and have his enemies tell him "you're just like him."

Alfred may be the "black sheep" of the family, but not even Arthur can hide his favoritism for the lad. His firstborn is more like him than anyone of his children, and that bears pride, yet fear as well.

Im just trying to say that if you had a million fans, I am one of them, if you had one fan, its me, if you had zero fans im dead. <3

thank you so much! (: in return, i have to say how much i love your art, especially of the pacific siblings + the old man. you bring them to life really beautifully.

and yes! i just love the excellent contradictions that come out when digging into arthur and alfred as a father-and-son dynamic. i enjoy putting a twist on the usual tropes of the 'black sheep' and 'golden boy/crown prince', where it's often two different siblings. here, out of the 🇺🇸🇨🇦🇦🇺🇳🇿 siblings, alfred is the black sheep and the crown prince. he is the estranged eldest brother who seemingly does whatever the hell he wants. he overshadows them all even in his absence. like, for Jack and Zee especially, it's not a flattering picture of Alfred they get from Arthur. Ungrateful wretch, fool of a lad, hotheaded and arrogant, a flash in the pan...etc etc. but even quite young, before WWI or WWII, they realise that Alfred is the only one of them Arthur truly sees as anything close to an equal. that contrast is sharpened by how Arthur treats Matt—who was the 'older brother' they actually knew: the otherwise competent shocktroop of empire and first dominion shouldering various responsibilities. to defy Arthur is to earn his enmity, but also the only way to earn his respect.

like most other nations who become empires—Arthur doesn't truly believe in heirs: the sun never sets on the british empire, no? and when you are an eldritch being given life by the power of human ideas, immortality is a possibility they can't help aspiring to, no matter how much history is littered with the rise and fall of nations once arrogant enough to believe themselves invincible. and Arthur, at the height of British power, allows himself to believe that. for all his shrewdness and study of history, he's not immune to being seduced by that possibility. why shouldn't his empire be different? driven by the power of industrial civilisation that Rome could never dream of. Arthur never wanted Alfred to be his heir because he would never relinquish power willingly (just as the British Empire did not give itself up until the combined weight of world war two, anti-colonial movements and bankruptcy broke its back), but with his defiance, Alfred is the only kind of heir he would respect.

It is the same old tale of the prince beheading the king, taking the crown and vowing to never become his father, only to come full circle and have his enemies tell him "you're just like him."

indeed! i always see a real Titanomachy theme between Arthur and Alfred for that reason; the British and American empires certainly loved to perceive themselves as heirs to classical antiquity after all. the Greek story of the war between the younger generation of Olympian gods and Titans to determine who would have dominion over the universe. Zeus, with his siblings, overthrows his father Cronus— in a manner of speaking, that is what happens with WWII. Alfred is both Arthur's deliverance (lend lease, d-day...) and the one who usurps him: America replacing Britain's prime role in the Pacific, reshaping and redefining alliances with Australia, New Zealand and Canada. in the eyes of many of the Old World nations, Alfred is his father's heir. to end off, here's a short snippet from a WIP i'm working on set during the American Civil War:

Arthur laughs. “Do I make you do anything anymore, Alfred? Didn't you throw away my name almost a century ago? Did you not loudly announce yourself as a maritime power? That huge uproar you created in the Far East? Bragging to me how you’d done what I failed, dragging another Old World nation out of isolation to rejoin the international community on the threat of war and glories of foreign commerce?” Alfred opens his mouth—to say something self-righteous and hypocritical, Arthur is certain—but then he lifts his chin coolly. “As opposed to the actual war you started in China? If anything, with the Treaty of Kanagawa, I proved how one could secure foreign trading interests with both firmness but far more civilisation. You and I," Alfred sneers, “are not the same.” “An unequal treaty is an unequal treaty— that I will not deny even if I will not give up its benefits. This world is not for soft men or women, and the old warlord that Yao is—he knows that well.” Arthur smiles sharply. “Do you hate the fact that when the other Old World nations look at you, they see my blood running in your veins?"

Arthur imo, is definitely that father who plays favourites. Alfred is his greatest disappointment but also the one he loves the most—in the dysfunctional way that a man who is an empire comes closest to loving the son who mirrors him the most in his pitiless ambition and cunning. Alfred sees himself as a genuine idealist, as someone struggling to be free of his father and all his bad traits, but when Alfred rises to power, Arthur believes he's the only one who truly understands him the most. It's almost the possessive element of 'I gave you life, I named you and made you what you are, and no matter how much you scorn my name, my influence will define you forever.' Father and son, king and crown prince, regicide and patricide—but also creator and his creation made in his image.

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Valentine’s Day with the Gang (RDR2)

Your favorite member brings you out on a special Valentine’s day date! Characters: Arthur, Charles, Josiah, John, Hosea, Dutch Warnings: NSFW themes AO3 Link Arthur - Arthur says he doesn’t believe in cheesy holidays like Valentine’s day - Leading up to the holiday he acts completely uninterested and won’t talk about it unless you bring it up - “Well… If you really wanna do somethin’ I guess we can,” He says reluctantly - However, Arthur is a secret hopeless romantic. Even though he acts this way he’s planning a special Valentine’s day for you the whole entire time!

- A nice gift he TOTALLY DIDN’T STEAL! Usually jewelry, a clothing item, or a little trinket that he thinks you would like. - Arthur also loves giving you fancy hairpins, he thinks they look cute on you - Alcohol in a unique/beautiful bottle. Think strawberry wine in a heart shaped bottle. Something like this. - Finger sandwiches… He LOVES an excuse to buy finger sandwiches. They are so tiny and he likes to 🤏  BUT he needs an excuse to buy them. A big outlaw like him can’t just go and buy little tea sandwiches for no reason. Well… Valentine’s day is the reason. - Once everything is prepared Arthur takes you to a place he found while riding around on missions. He’ll never tell you, but for 3 months he took note of every beautiful spot he could find that he thought you might like, slowly narrowing it down to a special place - He makes sure it’s in a place that’s pretty warm this time of year and spreads out a nice big blanket then plates everything neatly. - A romantic picnic! - Well…. He hopes you find it romantic. Because he sure does… - Arthur is kind of afraid that you might think his gifts are shallow or not considerate so he draws pictures for you - I mean /really/ draws. He spends HOURS trying to draw something perfect. If your horse is very special to you he will draw breathtaking pictures of your horse. If you have pets he’ll draw those pets stunningly. Or if there is a specific kind of landscape you love, like the mountains or the ocean, that will be captured wonderfully on paper. - He draws it on nice expensive paper too so you can frame it and use it as decor if you wish - Arthur is always very VERY shy when handing you this drawing even if he does this every Valentine’s day. He’s worried you won’t like it. - After you two eat and drink your wine he cuddles with you until it starts to get dark. Then he invites you on a romantic ride as the sun sets… to the hotel of course - Because after those little sandwiches Arthur feels frisky, and he LOVES having you as dessert - Believe me when I say this man will probably keep making you cum until you beg him to stop. ---- Charles - I genuinely don’t think Charles knows what to do on Valentine’s day - He’s never had a Valentine’s day before so this is all new for him - He hears about other couples exchanging chocolate or going out on nice dinners but he doesn’t feel as if that suits you two as a couple. If he brought you to dinner in Saint Denis that would probably be very weird. - Charles also doesn’t believe in frivolous gifts. If he gives you something it needs to be very personal and from the heart. - Because of this he decides to give you something handmade. Charles spends several months perfecting his wittling skills. - The end result is better than expected! He carves out a careful representation of your absolute favorite animal. He hopes you carry it with you everywhere you go to remember him by. It’s like a good luck charm - He asks Arthur and John what they’re doing for Valentine’s day while trying to make plans. He still doesn’t really know what to do. - Eventually he does choose to go the dinner route. Deciding to cook for you he searches/hunts for fresh ingredients and buys everything else he couldn’t find, storing them safely in his satchel before. riding back to camp to pick you up for your date - But first, the day starts lazy when you two wake up. He snuggles you, kisses you good morning and brings you coffee and breakfast in bed before he announces he’s ‘going to run some errands’ (this is when he goes to get the ingredients) - Late noon he returns and takes you out on a nice ride to an area full of active wildlife. -The day is filled with a wonderful nature walk. You each pick flowers to put into each other’s hair and talk or tell stories. - Charles sets up a nice camp for you both. He made sure to bring his favorite pelts for you to lounge on in front of the fire as he makes you dinner. - I think it’s important to include that he went and purchased your favorite baked goods for you to have as dessert. Charles didn’t think he could make a better dessert on his own and didn’t want to disappoint you. He only buys enough for you and none for himself, though he’s not opposed to sharing if you suggest it. - The night is spent with a great meal, wonderful company, and passionate love making. It ends with you laying on his chest as he draws circles on your skin. You both look up at the stars and tell stories or talk about the future, dreaming of all you could have. ----- Trelawny - Oh he’s soooo traditional! He’ll drop a nice dress or suit off for you to change into before returning with a stage coach, a large bouquet of roses, and of course chocolate. - “You look stunning mon amour…. That’s French by the way.” He purrs, kissing your hand as he helps you into the stage. - Fine dining has been arranged for you on this evening. Taking place on a high terrace overlooking the best view in all of Saint Denis. - He lets you order whatever you want. Steak? Lobster? Dessert? All yours! Eat your heart out!!! - Of course he orders caviar for the table and the most expensive wine they offer. - During dinner there’s live music and even a firework show! You watch the colors explode in the sky, shining over the ocean waves. It’s very very romantic~ - “I know I’ve been gone for a long time, but that doesn’t mean I haven’t thought of you. Here- I picked this up for you in a far away place called Blackwater.” He says, sliding a satin box across the table. Inside is a stunning necklace. Gold with a set sapphire. - After dinner he takes you for a walk. Telling you grand stories about his adventures. At one point he starts serenading you, dancing with you in the street. Oh it’s wonderful~ He twirls you around lampposts and picks a flower from the gardens to stick in your hair. - Once the night comes to an end he books a luxury room at the finest hotel in the city where you two get a little frisky before turning in for the night ------ John - His ass FORGETS it’s Valentines day - “Why’re you all dolled up?” After you glare at him and he realizes he’s forgetting something important he starts sweating. “Is it your birthday today or our anniversary?” - Once he figures out what day it is he’ll run out and get you flowers. - Then he’ll let you pick a local restaurant. But nothing too fancy, he didn’t make any reservations so he doubted either of you could get in a nice restaurant. - I’m gonna be honest, your Valentines Day with him isn’t great. He makes it up to you for the next two weeks. He’ll bring you chocolate and flowers almost every day, practically begging for you to forgive him. He even books a nice dinner and actually takes a bath for once. - Then of course he holds you in bed at night asking with those puppy eyes of his “Are you still mad at me, my sweet?” - The best thing about it is you can keep bringing up Valentine’s day during any arguments and he’ll immediately drop everything to take you on an apology date, even if this is your 50th apology date. - He does feel really bad about it. But he continues to forget important days. It just doesn’t cross his little squirrel brain half the time ---- Hosea - Oh he’s been planning this night for weeks! - Hosea has a new spiffy outfit he’s excited to wear just for you~ - Upon picking you up you notice right away not only does he look like a hundred bucks, but he bathed and applied expensive cologne. - “You look more ethereal than any god/goddess known to mankind, my love.” He compliments you, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips before helping you up onto a wagon - The evening starts off with you two getting ice cream and walking around town, talking while watching the sunset. - He then brings you to the theater to watch a show. He bought advanced tickets and reserved your favorite seats - The whole show, Hosea has his arm over your shoulders or is holding you. When something funny happens he laughs and looks to see what your reaction is. He’s just trying to make sure you’re enjoying yourself. - Once the show is over he takes you behind a nice restaurant, picking up food he had requested to-go. “I’m sorry if you rather eat inside, my dove. I thought it would be nice to do something a little different.” He explains, bringing you to a beautiful garden with a picnic table already covered with a table cloth and candles. - “What’s a romantic dinner without champagne and chocolate covered strawberries for my sweetheart?” He pulls a picnic basket out from the bushes after you two settled in to eat. He must’ve spent a lot of time setting this up for you in advance! - After a very sweet dinner where you two laughed about the past and discussed how you hope your relationship grows in the future, he finally slides forth a beautifully decorated present. “Open it.” He smiled wide, seeming giddy with excitement. - As you unwrap it you realize it’s your favorite book. You might be confused at first, but once you open the cover you realize it was signed by the author. This was a very rare copy, extremely hard to get and not to mention expensive.  “I know it’s not much. I thought jewelry might be too cheesy for you, I didn’t want you to think all of my gifts are obtained by immoral means.” Hosea gives you a knowing wink. “Yet I still wanted to gift you a token of my love.” -------- Dutch - You will be woken up by a hearty “Good morning my darling.” A cup of tea or coffee pushed into your hands and your face peppered with kisses. - The day starts off with a nice breakfast in bed, then a bit of sex followed by an afternoon nap. - Once Dutch is nice and rested after your nefarious activities, he washes up and puts on a nice outfit. Similar to Hosea, this is when Dutch wears his nice cologne. - “We’re going dancin’!” He exclaims, making sure you wear the right shoes with your outfit. - He lets you ride in front of him on The Count and once you both arrive in the city he’ll wave down a stage coach to take you rest of the way - The place he bought tickets for you to dance is beautiful! A huge building that looks very European and fairy-tale like on the inside. Many rich people are in attendance since it’s a Valentine’s day ball. - Dutch immediately hands you a glass of champagne before sauntering off to speak with the wealthy for half the night, leaving you alone. - “Oh, come on now. You know we need money.” He whispers to you upon return, gently pulling you against him, arms around your waist. - After this you two finally dance, and honestly it’s a lot of fun! Dutch is very attentive and isn’t shy about kissing you or getting a bit handsy with you in public. - Once you two are danced-out he takes you to a nice restaurant. It turns out he doesn’t have a reservation so he had you pretend to use the powder room so you can sneak a peek at the guest list. You give him the name ‘Dylan Freeman’ and Dutch approaches the waitstaff posing as that man. - You two have a very lovely dinner, on Dylan Freeman’s tab of course! Dutch orders you both the most expensive things off the menu. - After two hours you both are a little drunk off of $100 imported wine when Dylan Freeman shows up. Dutch notices the waitstaff point your way and he grabs your hand. “My sweet, I’m afraid it’s time for us to run.” You both make a mad dash through the busy kitchen and out the back door, running down the alley while giggling. - “A romantic getaway to end a romantic night!” Dutch muses with satisfaction while you two sit by the dock, staring up at the moon and stars. This is when he pulls out a small box. “Go on.” There’s a glimmer in his eye as you look at what's inside. It’s a queen chess piece. “This is who you are to me. To the gang. We couldn’t do this without you.” He leans down, giving you a deep kiss.

[mxsoyo]

Watching every Dracula adaptation! #1

Nosferatu: A Symphony of Horror by F. W. Murnau (German: Nosferatu – Eine Symphonie des Grauens) from 1922

We’ll be starting with the very first movie adaptation of Dracula (that isn’t lost media). The movie is free on YouTube, if anyone wants to watch it themselves. For the uninitiated, the movie is a black-and-white silent German Expressionist horror film. Well maybe it was a horror film in 1922 but from a modern point of view, the movie, especially the over the top acting is more comical than anything. As many might know the movie was an unauthorized adaptation and interestingly enough was supposed to be destroyed after they lost the copyright dispute.

Should you watch it? Eh, sure. It has a lot of funny moments and again it’s free on YouTube. Especially the people, that really like Johnathans and Minas relationship in the novel will enjoy that their relationship is a focal point in the movie.

Characters: Since the movie was made for a German audience and takes place in Germany instead of England, the character names have all been changed (there are versions of the movie with the book names though). I’ll be referring to the characters by their book names to avoid confusion (except for Nosferatu, since people know who that is). The movie names are in the brackets. Jonathan Harker (Thomas Hutter) is just a sweet, cheerful little guy who loves his goth wife. Mina Murray (Ellen Hutter) is quite different from her book counterpart, her actress constantly looks like she is plagued by visions™ and apparently has psychic anti-vampire powers. She is also my favorite part of the movie. Count Dracula is obvioulsy Count Orlok aka Nosferatu. There isn’t really much to say about the guy, he is pretty much exactly how you imagine him to be. Arthur Holmwood (Harding), Lucy Westenra (Ruth), Jack Seward (Dr. Sievers) and Van Helsing (Bulwer) are all relegated to side characters. Mina stays with Lucy and Arthur while Jonathan is away, Jack is also the town doctor apart from owning the asylum and Van Helsing is there to info-dump to the audience on various matters. Renfield (Knock) is actually Jonathans boss in this version before he gets sent to the asylum. (No cowboy in this movie, which I think will be a running theme with these adaptations.)

Plot and Book Differences: The movie follows a lot of the plot beats from the book. The big differences are that the movie begins before Jonathan starts his journey, all of Lucy’s plotlines being dropped and the ending. A new addition is also the theme of plague and disease, which has some very antisemitic undertones (much like Nosferatus design). The ending takes place in Wisborg (a fictional German town that is used instead of London) instead of back in Transylvania. Nosferatu is also not staked through the heart but killed by the sunrise. Mina also maybe dies at the end or maybe she just faints, it’s a bit unclear. Nosferatu also kills way more people in the movie than Dracula does in the book.

Interesting and/or Funny Moments: -Mina’s cat:

-Jonathan giving Mina flowers, her saying “Why did you kill them... such beautiful flowers...?!” and Jonathan reacting like that’s the most normal response ever -The Romainian townsfolk warning Jonathan about a werewolf, cut to a striped hyena they probably filmed at a zoo -all the scenes where characters talk about how it’s totally the middle of the night while the sun is blaring down on them. (I get that lighting a night scene in 1922 was probably almost impossible) -this clock:

-Nosferatu just straight up sucking Jonathans thumb after he accidentally cut himself -Jonathan noticing bitemarks on his neck and being like “must have been mosquitos (shrug)” (This happens after the thumb sucking btw) -Nosferatu seeing a picture of Mina and unironacally saying “Your wife has a lovely neck...” -the acutally very cool shadow effects they use for Nosferatu, especially the ones at the end of the movie -Nosferatu carrying his coffin by himself through the entire town while looking like a kid that got lost in IKEA

Next Up: Dracula (1931) starring Bela Lugosi

[serial-serializednovelreader]

36. Their favorite season

Mina, Jack, Arthur, Renfield, Van Helsing

Ooh love this question, anon! Spoilers under the cut (though I tried to keep it implied). Spoiler-free ask on different prompts with Jonathan here.

Mina:

Initial impressions: Fall. She feels like someone would love the fall colors, bundling up and — in a modern setting — spooky season! I can totally picture her being a stereotypical fall girlie (I say this with all the love, fall is my personal favorite season).

Final thoughts: Spring. I think she would love seeing the beauty of nature at full bloom and appreciate seeing animals, especially baby ones, coming out of hibernation. Plus, spring is the perfect time to take long strolls with Jonathan and her friends! We know she’d love to travel with him to different places and, while summer is an ideal time to do this too, I just think she’d love to go during this time of year when the landscape would be vibrant and colorful. There’s something indescribably special about spring for her!

Renfield:

First impressions & Final Thoughts: Summer. This one seemed pretty cut and dry (though feel free to give your thoughts if you think he’d have a different favorite season!!). Summer is when all of his favorite things that give him good life are up and about! Bugs are super easy to attract in the summer, as opposed to the other seasons. Beyond that, I also think he likes the feeling on the sun on his face — it’s more prominent in the summer and gives him a taste of freedom and the outside world he can’t feel otherwise… :(

Arthur:

Initial impressions: Summer. This is likely the time of year when he went traveling with the suitor squad and when Lucy accepted his proposal, so it would stand to reason it’s also his favorite time of year! With wide-open skies and the weather at a good temperature, this time of year probably makes him feel like a man in his element.

Final thoughts: Fall. I think he’s drawn to the leaves changing color and the wind in his face. I imagine he also likes the feel of bundling up and being able to hold loved ones close. I imagine after the events of the book, fall would be very hard for him to enjoy — considering the most horrific events of the book (especially the worst possible thing to him personally) takes place during the fall. However, I think he would come to enjoy it again eventually. Mainly because he’d have the Crew of Light to help him enjoy it. Plus, who else but him is going to show baby Quincey the leaves changing color?? I mean, the others could, but he’s the one who appreciates it the most!

Jack:

Initial impressions: He doesn’t have a favorite season! Seasons are things to be observed for science, not to be enjoyed.

Final thoughts: The initial impression is actually what I imagine he would say if you asked him at the beginning of Dracula but post-canon, I think he would appreciate winter the most. He would come to like sitting around a fireplace with loved ones, enjoying blankets upon blankets heaped on top of him to keep him warm (he gets cold easily). Also, while he’s improved emotionally, I think he would still like the quiet reflection he’s able to get in the winter months when he can stare off into the snow or the fireplace, thinking philosophical thoughts instead of depressing thoughts now. Of course, during Christmas, his extended family (aka the Crew of Light) would have *none* of that! Christmas is a boisterous affair…and Jack wouldn’t have it any other way. :)

Van Helsing:

Initial impressions: Winter. I’m not sure why, but I initially got winter vibes from him, and I could see it. I could definitely see Christmas being his favorite holiday, while also rattling off traditions of other winter holidays. Plus, it’s a time to be with family and he would certainly enjoy that!

Final thoughts: I think winter would be too hard for him to fully enjoy after the loss of his family (namely, Christmas). So, I think his favorite season would be spring. Like Mina (and we all know how much he loves being like Madam Mina), he enjoys seeing new life blooming after a harsh winter and serving as a constant reminder of good rebirth. I also think he would enjoy Easter for a similar reason. Fun fact: Easter egg hunts were a thing in the 1800s in England (introduced by Germans — source: this article), so I definitely think Van Helsing insisted upon hosting Easter egg hunts, especially after Quincey Harker was born. <3

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[ch3apv0dkka]

Celebrating Halloween With Them (Red Dead Redemption Headcanons)

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Author's Note: A lot of these are implied to be more modern, I don't usually do the modern AU stuff, but Halloween today is a lot different than it was back then, and I find it more enjoyable and fun to make the headcanons based on stuff I plan to do this year. I hope everyone has a safe and fun Halloween this year!!!

Prompt: Celebrating Halloween With Them

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Dutch Van der Linde ♱ He enjoys the fall atmosphere in general, so he likes to walk around with you once the sun starts to set. ♱ He's not the biggest believer in the supernatural and scary stories, but he finds the stories entertaining, so he likes to read and tell ghost stories with you. Also enjoys watching movies with you. ♱ Prefers to stay inside because most public places are crowded and noisy.

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Arthur Morgan ♱ Goes into town and buys you some sweets for you. ♱ Halloween isn't something he really cares about, but he enjoys it if it makes you happy, plus it's an excuse to spend time with you. ♱ Lets you wear his hat if you don't have a costume so you can feel like you're dressing up. ♱ Won't carve a pumpkin because he prefers to just watch you instead, but he will help you carry them if they are too heavy and help with clean up.

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John Marston ♱ Thinks carving pumpkins is cool, but doesn't know how to do it, so you end up carving his and yours. (He takes credit for your work.) ♱ Wants to dress up but won't do it unless you dress up with him. ♱ If Jack is in the picture, you both will take him out to go trick-or-treating.

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Charles Smith ♱ A bit indifferent towards the holiday, but he enjoys seeing you get excited about it. He prefers to spend the night indoors with you but still might walk around outside a bit just to enjoy the atmosphere. ♱ Makes dinner for the two of you to eat while watching a movie. He always lets you pick the movie. ♱ He doesn't have a massive sweet tooth but still has some sweets with you.

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Javier Escuella ♱ He doesn't really care for Halloween, so he mostly just follows you around and lets you make the plans. ♱ He does really enjoy all the sweets so he expects the two of you to eat a lot of candy and snacks. ♱ Tries to learn some songs on his guitar that he can play to fit the Halloween atmosphere.

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Lenny Summers ♱ Lenny is still young so he still appreciates Halloween as a way to go out and have fun. ♱ He enjoys things like watching horror movies, and haunted house attractions. Even in the weeks leading up to Halloween. ♱ He doesn't go all out when it comes to dressing up, but he likes putting on accessories.

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Josiah Trelawny ♱ Not a fan of scary movies...they scare him. ♱ He does like the whole idea of "tricks" and will take advantage of that. ♱ He still wants to do something nice for you since you enjoy the holiday, so you both dress up nice and go out for a nice dinner. And if you really insist, he'll sit through a horror movie with you as long as you let him pick out a different movie to watch once it's over.

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Hosea Matthews ♱ He doesn't care much for the holiday anymore, he's experienced many Halloweens in his lifetime. ♱ He just plans to stay inside with you and spend time with you. He knows you like the holiday, so he'll watch a scary movie with you if you want. ♱ He'll get you sweets that he knows you like, and probably also gets some for himself as well.

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Kieran Duffy ♱ His family never celebrated the holiday growing up, so the whole thing is kind of new to him. ♱ He thinks the concept is fun and loves that he gets to experience it with you. ♱ He isn't good at carving pumpkins, but he still does his best to make something nice because he enjoys doing it. ♱ Isn't too big a fan of being scared. He will attempt to watch one movie with you even if it scares him. But he will NOT go to any sort of haunted attraction with you. ♱ He also likes doing things for fall that aren't Halloween-related.

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Sean Macguire ♱ He likes any reason to go out and have a good time. He uses Halloween as an excuse to go out to party and get drunk. ♱ Loves sweets, so he eats way more than he should. ♱ He likes to dress up but he barely puts any effort into his costume ♱ Definitely ends up doing a lot of stupid shit.

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Micah Bell ♱ Even if he's having fun, he tries to find something to complain about. ♱ He does enjoy the excuse to go out and drink. ♱ Sees Halloween as a way to get away with scaring and messing with you and other people. Probably scares children too. ♱ He does really enjoy horror movies. If you get scared, he will make fun of you.

[cadmusfly]

I wish you would write a fic where we see what Captain Arthur Ryeland and Mr. Kay are up to

I wish you would write a fic where…

I kinda wish I would too, I love my ghostly boat boys, but I have a stupid kind of anxiety when it comes to going back to things that I started and then lost the plot on - I feel like I'd end up writing a parody of myself!

It's a very silly anxiety especially since the aim of a first draft is to just be a shitty first draft, and I'd like to work past that at some point without rebooting/restarting my ideas constantly, because I like my writing and my ideas, the worldbuilding I've done for TFW and the writing I've done for SbS are pretty cool! but my brain is full of distractable cheese

Anyway here's an unfinished snippet that I wrote when I was actively writing SbS about Shiloh and Kay at the garden markets - this is going to be incomprehensible to 99% of people who follow this blog because I don't post that much about my original writing and haven't shown my original writing to many people, but I Should Probably Rectify That

yeah!

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There was no hesitation as Shiloh just fucking booked it towards wrought iron gates. No time for introspection, for how far she’d come on her journey, even if the temptation to do so tugged at her heart and her head.

She supposed she hadn’t changed all that much, really. She was still an impulsive idiot who was way in over her head. Just, with more magic now.

But maybe it was the things that hadn’t changed that were important.

She didn’t even bother going through the gates this time. Vaulting over the gate, her feet met grass.

Huh.

First time she had been here with Ryeland, there had been the weird moving paving stones. This place didn’t consider her to be an innocent mortal anymore.

She ran, aware of the bright sun on her back, aware of the light breeze swishing softly past and aware that she was going to fuck all of it up- out of selfishness, maybe, but also out of determination.

The Estate Markets came into view, popping up like a storybook picture, and she slowed down. The fae at the entrance to the markets looked up, but this time they weren’t gawking or staring at her.

She’d make them stare.

Shiloh grabbed the Asterion’s bottle and held it in front of her. She uncorked the bottle, matching the gaze of the shoppers as mist uncoiled from the bottle’s lid, languorously falling onto the ground and spreading outwards.

“Ah, the markets I have heard so little about!” chirped Kay from beside her.

Right. The accountant. Thanks, bottle. “No offense,” said Shiloh, “but I was kiiiiinda hoping for someone with a gun.”

“You will not find me unarmed, milady, in neither fiduciary sense or weaponry. Why, this is the perfect battleground for myself!”

She looked, and Kay was beaming up at her, indicating the twin pistols on his holsters.

A drop of rain splattered onto her forehead, and Shiloh shook her head. “Right,” she said. “Ryeland taught me bad habits. Let’s try your way first, but I’m not really feeling like shopping too much today.”

Seemed like some of the market’s denizens were beginning to recognise her, or at least the rain. She ignored them- for the moment, keeping an eye out for the ladybird who owned this place.

Last time, it had been Ryeland pulling her along. This time, she was taking the lead.

“Might I entreat you to walk a little slower, milady?” Kay asked. “I do believe you are on a mission to find information, weapons and-or tools. Such a whirlwind pace seems counterproductive to your goals!”

Shiloh sighed- and stopped. Damn it. “You’re right,” she said. “Sorry. Just kinda freaking out here.”

“No need to apologise!”

This guy was just so chirpy and upbeat for a dead British sailor. Way too chirpy for her mood right not, if she had to be honest.

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Ryeland had been fairly unconcerned about the cost of most of the items, but the thing about shopping with Kay was that he haggled.

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[duckingwriting]

Loafs of Love

So a post came across my dash - This one here, between @blanche-elizabeth-devereaux and @laureliciousdefinition. And this is entirely their fault. I don't do modern AUs...but...if either(both) of you would like feel free to let me know what your name is on AO3 and I'll mark the fic as a gift to you there.

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: M/M Fandom: Red Dead Redemption (Video Games) Relationship: Arthur Morgan/Charles Smith (Also John/Abigail and Hosea/Dutch mentioned) Characters: Arthur Morgan, Charles Smith, Abigail Roberts Marston, Other Characters Mentioned Additional Tags: modern day AU, just domestic fun, no one dies, Dutch somehow didn't ruin everything

Posted on AO3 for viewing pleasure, but also bellow the cut.

Arthur tapped his foot softly, humming a song that probably didn't actually exist. One that Hosea had sung when he and John were young. One that frequently changed the lyrics. Even little Jack was picking up on the fact that the song did not have the same lyrics when it was sung. And he was barely a year old yet. Not that Hosea accepted anyone telling him so. He would point out that Dutch agreed with him, the song was whatever he had sung at the time. It became a joke between him and John. The pencil eraser found its way to his lower lip as Arthur frowned down at the rough sketch on his book. It still was not quite what he wanted. But he could not figure out what was wrong with it. Deciding to put it off for another time Arthur turned his attention to the couch on the other side of the room, where the sun was barely touching. His lips curled, he grabbed his sketch book, spun in his chair so his back was to the desk and began sketching again. 

Charles was snoring softly, a novel opened on his chest, Arthur doubted it was on the page he had been reading judging by the way it had fallen. Charles mouth slightly open and a small wet spot forming on the arm of the couch, one arm across his chest, the other dangling down with his fingers lightly touching one of their dogs. The other was stretched out on the sunny patch. Arthur bit his lip and flipped a page to sketch another picture, focusing in on the hand touching the dog instead of Charles' face.

Then Charles' phone rang and he jerked awake with a snort. Arthur turned his chair back around as he listened to his lover's sleepy voice while answering the phone and the grumble of their dog having to move as Charles swung his feet over the side of the couch to sit up straight.

"No, I wasn't doing anything." Charles muffled a yawn while rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He glanced over at Arthur who had stopped humming at some point when he had fallen asleep. Standing up Charles walked over to take a look at the sketch he was working on. He slid his arm around the other man's shoulders and rested his chin on his head while looking down at the growing design for a new painting. Charles chuckled when he recognized the wedding ring on the sketch finger over a hastily sketched dog knowing it matched the one on his own finger. Unconsciously Charles rubbed his thumb against the smooth band with a slow smile pulling the corners of his mouth up. After finishing the conversation with his father, Charles moved his hand from Arthur's shoulder and tipped his head up so they were looking at each other and gently pressed a kiss against his husband's lips.

Arthur smiled into the kiss with a warm hum, dropping his pencil to the sketch pad on the desk and reached up to loop his hand around the back of Charles' neck and pull him a bit closer. Charles braced his hand on the desk, careful not to disturb the careful organized chaos that was there while slowly deepening the kiss, moving his hand into Arthur's hair. Charles carefully pulled Arthur and his chair away from the desk, sliding his hands to Arthur's sides after turning the chair to face him, and then pulling Arthur to his feet and slowly making his way back to the couch. Arthur arched his neck back after Charles laid him down on the couch, moving his hands to Charles' shirt and beginning to open the buttons while the other man's mouth moved down to his neck. Charles was slowly pushing Arthur's shirt up.

"Mom and dad are going to be here tomorrow." Charles warned, moving his mouth over the bunched shirt to press his mouth against the other man's navel.

"WHAT?!" Arthur sat up forcing Charles to rock back on his heels or risk being toppled over off the couch. Arthur glared at his husband, straightening his clothing while pushing his husband back. "You couldn't have warned me weeks ago?"

"I didn't know weeks ago." Charles sighed and sat on the couch with a sigh. He knew he should have waited to tell his husband until later. But if they had continued instead of giving Arthur time to bake the goodie basket that he knew he would want to make for his parents, then Charles knew he would be in trouble. Possibly even left sleeping on the couch.

"You're going to the store." Arthur pointed at his husband before walking towards the door. Charles sighed but stood up, listening to the sound of dog nails clicking against the wooden floor as both dogs followed with huffing grumbling sounds. Charles was going to open his mouth and ask if it was really necessary, couldn't Arthur just make chocolate chip cookies? His parents would understand after all, it is a surprise visit. But Arthur must be reading his mind because after scribbling a list out on a note pad he pushed it against Charles' chest with a glare. Charles sighed again but took the note before leaning in and stealing a kiss. 

"Alright. But I want banana pudding too." 

"Then add bananas and vanilla pudding to the list!" Arthur called as Charles walked out the door, letting the dogs run out into their yard. 

Charles was pushing his cart around a corner, staring at the list in his hand to confirm that he had everything, when something ran into his legs. Jerking slightly Charles turned his head and looked down to see a smiling boy with a missing tooth.

"Jack," Charles grinned down at the boy, looking up as Abigail came walking towards them. "Abigail."

"Hello Charles." She grinned looking at the supplies in his cart and grinning more. "Arthur watching a new baking show?"

"Parents surprise visit tomorrow." Charles sighed. The woman laughed at his expense.

"Well maybe I'll have to tell John and we can drop in for a surprise visit to his brother and get some goodies too." Abigail winked at him.

"Didn't Hosea teach him to cook too?" Charles grinned.

"If you want to let him burn down your house that's your business." Abigail laughed bumping her hip against him before gathering Jack, reminding him to tell his uncle bye and maybe they would be able to convince daddy to let them go see both Jack's uncles tomorrow.

Charles made a mental note to warn Arthur as soon as he got home. He knew Abigail would tell John to text his brother, but assuming John remembered and didn't get distracted by something else, Arthur rarely remembered to check his phone. Charles could not even be sure it was charged at any given moment.

Arriving at home, the dogs nearly tripped Charles as he went inside. He placed the bags where Arthur pointed before stepping back and smiling at his husband. There was flour in his hair, some kind of batter smeared across his cheek, and his eyes had that warm sparkle that Charles had fallen in love with. Watching him sketching birds out in a park.

"What?" Arthur smiled when he looked up at Charles, his gaze softening a bit as he tipped his head.

"Just watching." Charles grinned. Arthur rolled his eyes but they both knew he honestly had not expected anything different. He pulled some cinnamon sticks out and started crushing it in a mortar and pestle. 

"Feed the animals." Arthur waved a flour covered hand towards the door. Charles laughed but obediently went out to feed their horses and the dogs. 

"We should order pizza tomorrow." Charles said walking back into the kitchen to continue watching his husband as he whipped something in bowl. "Abigail and Jack were at the store."

Arthur huffed a laugh. "Probably call Dad and Pops then. Might as well make a thing."

"Alright." Charles pulled his phone out to call Hosea, knowing he would be the one to know if they already had plans or not. 

[agere-fandom]

regressor!charles smith!!

note; I KNOW the whole agere challenge is all over but idc!! i've been getting into the rdr2 mood so more headcanons for all of you!! :D Anyway- CHARLES SMITH!!! I love him so, he's my favorite (if it isn't Arthur or Hosea). Like he's so sweet omg, please I needed more Charles content- (omg he's so beautiful, it took me long too pick my photo my god-)

headcanons; (cw; diapers and periods!!)

Charles is a baby/toddler regressor and his age range is 2 - 5

Like his much more bigger self, Charles is a quiet and introverted little. Always liking his own company than others and liking the peace than the loud chaoticness of what is the camp. He won't speak much either, being non-verbal almost all the time. It's rare for him to speak words, but he has a small vocabulary if so

⬇️ Also, Charles would probably like sensory deprivation. Mostly for when it's quiet and dark. He's always hated the day and with the bright sun in his eyes, and although he is a sensory seeker at most times, sometimes he needs to have a lack of that. Mostly at night. He loves being under tree shade or looking up at the night stars. Oh, and he loves Papa (Arthur), of course

With his quietness, it's made him gone missing one too many times. But he's never left far from camp, but people are still confused because 'where did he go?'. And it usually ends up in Arthur having a 2 hour search and scratching his head before he finds Charles under a tree in the fields LMAO

He is still very much a nature boy, just like Kieran. Always going out to pick herbs, plants, flowers, ect. Most of his days while being little consists of him being out in the fields, having what little peace he can get. And he's known as the camps gift-giver, because he's always giving small gifts from mother nature herself, but only to those who are most closest like Arthur or Tilly. Whatever he finds that makes him think of that person, to be honest

He's always loved the younger littles, John and Kieran, mostly. He doesn't do much with them, he just stares at them and just watches over them quietly. He only minds Sadie and Tilly for the older ones, everyone else is too much for him. Caregivers are only stuck to Arthur and Hosea. Very head-on about who he likes (me too, Charles)

He's never been so heavy first on diapers or even using them. What diapers are used for, for Charles are for comfort reasons. Baby powders quiet the comfort as well. It's not until he got too used to wearing them he would go without noticing. He felt a LOT of shame for actually going, and found it awkward to actually find out he could go. Arthur saw nothing wrong with it, just another baby that wears diapers. And he's been full supportive of his boy, helping him take baby steps (literally) (making a fic about this btw!!)

Also, I do headcanon Charles as trans! And he's usually done shark week and periods and such while he's big and alone. But has slowly come to doing all that while he's regressed. Of course, Arthur is his full support, again, and acts like the absolute legend he is as a caregiver. He would do anything to help support his boy and doesn't even see much wrong with him <3 (i need a cg like arthur pls)

As well as this, I also headcanon him as plus-sized! I am on that road, yes, and mostly because I think he would be! He would be the best with cuddles and hugs, and Arthur's a strong boah to carry his boy, so he's perfectly fine. He usually doesn't like laying on his stomach, because it makes him feel unwell, so tummy time is out of the picture

As much as it's rare to, you would see him being around the ladies. Letting them braid his hair, making small bouquets with whatever flowers are around, even passing some of them to the ladies to put in his hair. He's listening to them talk and hum and he loves it, because it's peaceful and not so loud. Always leaning on Tilly's shoulder and listening to her

[koolkat9]

A Vampire, A Werewolf and A Merman and Blood Drinking

I really am running out of titles... Anyway happy late Halloween!

Rating: T

Relationship: Gerfruk

Word Count: 1056

Author's Note: minor depictions of blood. Also Grammarly was down so this has zero editing, but I was already so late with it I said screw it.

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Francis was starving. Winter was never easy to find food, but he couldn’t recall a winter this rough to the point he could barely stand for long periods of time. He had been scraping by with come mice he had found taking shelter in the shed, but he was pretty sure he cleared the last one out the previous week. Animal blood was not the most sustainable, and the smaller the animal, the less the blood.

Getting weaker and weaker, Arthur and Ludwig began to catch on.

“You’re not going to go on like this,” Arthur stated, grabbing Francis’s arm.

“That’s why I’m going hunting.” Francis bit back. His patience had been thinner this past week.

“Francis…” Ludwig piped up, “Are you sure it’s wise to go out like this. You’re swaying.”

Francis gripped at the door frame, steadying himself. “I’ll be fine. I don’t have much of choice anyway.”

“Feed off me.”

Francis’s gaze snapped towards Arthur. “Quoi?”

“Feed off me? Is your hunger making you go deaf too?”

“You know I made a vow to never drink human blood.”

Arthur smirked. “Lucky for you I’m not human.”

“This isn’t even up for discussion Arthur, now let me go.”

Ludwig and Arthur tried to protest further, but Francis just strode out the door.

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Francis dragged himself through the door, stomach empty, legs barely keeping him up.

“You’re feeding off of Arthur,” Ludwig said sternly as Francis entered the living room.

“What are–”

“We couldn’t sleep knowing you could very well pass out somewhere out there,” Arthur interjected, “And then the sun would rise and–”

“I get the picture,” Francis hissed.

Ludwig rose to his feet, taking Francis into his arms to steady him. “Francis,” his voice carried as if lecturing a child, “You’re going to hurt yourself further if you keep this up. I know you’re scared, but Arthur has his werewolf strength. If you go too far, he’ll stop you. I’ll stop you.”

Francis searched Ludwig’s eyes, they were hard with determination, but still comforting. Francis gripped at Ludwig’s arm. “Okay…” he breathed.

He hobbled over to the couch and seated himself next to Arthur. Francis went to grab his wrist, but Arthur instead climbed on his lap and bore his neck to him. “I’d say we’re far too intimate for the wrist love,” he teased.

Normally, Francis would tease back at the suggestiveness of the comment, but in his brain was just static noise. He couldn’t think about this. He couldn’t back out.

A sweet scent wafted off of Arthur. Had he always smelt that good? Francis’s mouth was watering.

Arthur braced for the prick, eyes squeezed shut. Francis could hear how fast Arthur’s heart was beating. He licked at the skin of Arthur’s neck, feeling his lover’s pulse. Deep breath in then out, he bore his fangs and pierced the skin.

Blood rushed into Francis’s mouth. It was sweet, surprising considering Arthur was so bitter. Though perhaps the sweetness was from all those desserts he could never say no to. Either way, it was far more delicious than animal blood. He sucked at it eagerly.

Arthur gasped before it turned into a soft moan. His body filled with a cozy kind of heat, a fog setting over his mind the more Francis drank. It had been awhile since he got high, but it felt just like this. He bit his lip, refusing to let Francis know just how good he felt, but he couldn’t help but grip at the vampire’s coat and hair.

The room started spinning, Arthur leaned further into Francis’s embrace, eyes fluttering closed, lips parting with a breathy moan. It was getting harder and harder to focus and keep himself under control.

Francis just kept drinking and drinking. He hadn’t tasted anything so delectable since he got turned. Animal blood, though it kept him full in most cases, it never tasted good. Not bad per say, but he never got pleasure out of feeding like he did when he was human eating human food. But the taste of Arthur’s blood…It wasn’t of human food, but it was…intoxicating. He couldn’t stop himself even though he was getting fuller quicker than he ever did on animal blood.

Ludwig watched intently as his two lovers lost themselves. Arthur was growing deathly pale, but Francis wasn’t stopping. Arthur wasn’t stopping him.

He let it go on for a few more minutes before finally intervening. “Okay that’s enough,” he warned, but it only fell on deaf ears. He pleaded some more before shaking Arthur’s shoulder.

“Arthur,” Ludwig begged, though he tried to keep his voice hard, “You need to snap out of it. Please.”

The words seemed to reach deep within Arthur. Eyes cracking open, he looked towards Ludwig. “Lud…” he rasped.

Arthur finally blinked out of his daze and pushed Francis off him and scrambled off his lap. Woozy, he almost fell, but Ludwig caught him.

For a moment, Francis looked confused, even angry before coming back to his senses to see just how pale Arthur now looked. A horrified look crossed Francis’s face.

Ludwig guided Arthur back to the couch, pulling a nearby blanket down and wrapping it around a now shivering Arthur.

“I’m okay…You don’t need to fret.” Arthur turned to Francis. “And look at you. You actually look healthy and lively for once.”

“Oh mon lapin…” Francis breathed. He reached out to caress Arthur’s cheek but pulled his hand back. “You’re bleeding a bit still, let me get you a bandage. And some water. Then we’ll have a nice big meal.”

Francis rushed towards the kitchen, only stopping half way when he heard Arthur call.

“Don’t start wallowing in self-pity Franny. I’m fine. And…It actually felt kind of good. Maybe we should add it to our sex life.”

Normally Francis would laugh at such a joke, but right now his mind was racing with what could have happened if Ludwig wasn’t there. How he almost did what he had feared most. At the same time…He licked the remaining blood off his lips. Francis wanted to taste him again.

Francis just stared at a smirking Arthur, letting it calm his mind. Arthur was okay. All three of them were in this together and they’d figure it out. But right now, Arthur needed a bit of TLC.

[ash-and-books]

Rating: 2/5

Book Blurb:

Red, White & Royal Blue meets A Cuban Girl's Guide to Tea and Tomorrow in this unlikely London romance by debut author Clara Alves!

Sixteen-year-old Dayana has always dreamed of visiting London -- to walk along the Thames, take pictures outside Buckingham Palace, and maybe even get a glimpse of Arthur, Prince of Wales, whose marriage has been all over tabloids. But the trip of her dreams turns into a royal nightmare when her mother passes away. Now, Day must leave Rio de Janeiro to live with her estranged father and his new family in London.

As it turns out, the U.K. isn't exactly Day's cup of tea. She struggles to forgive her father for walking out on her and her mom all those years ago; fights with her stepsister constantly; detests her stepmother; and she can't even see One Direction in concert because they've been broken up for ages. All she wants to do is trade the rainy skies of London for the sun and beaches of Rio.

That's when she runs into the girl of her dreams -- literally: The coincidentally named Diana, a witty, funny, redhead who was in the middle of . . . escaping Buckingham Palace? Something isn't right here, but it makes Diana all the more alluring. As time passes, and the two girls grow closer, Day can't help but wonder if there is more than a little truth to the rumors surrounding Prince Arthur -- and if Diana might be involved somehow. Is it all in her head, or could Day be caught up in a real-life royal scandal?

Review:

A girl forced to move to London to live with her father who walked out on her and his new family while dealing with her mother's passing, falling in love with a girl who was escaping from Buckingham palace, and some royal scandal. Dayana is a sixteen year old girl who has always dreamed about visiting London with her mother, yet when she gets the chance to see London its only because her mother has passed away and now she has to leave her home in Rio de Janeiro to move in with her estranged father and his new family in London. Day is not happy to have to be living with the man who walked out on her and her mom, she can barely even be in the same room with him without seething. She detests her stepmother and can't stand her new stepsister.... she'd give anything to go back to Rio. Yet when she runs into the girl of her dreams (literally) who is in the middle of escaping Buckingham Palace, her stay has just gotten more interesting. Can Day sort out her feelings and make a place for herself in London? This story deals with a lot, Day is dealing with grief as well as learning to forgive her father and accept her new stepfamily, she's also falling for a girl and trying to adjust to living in a whole new place. The story itself felt a bit lackluster to me and juvenile, and while I would recommend it for maybe a younger YA reader, it just felt a bit meh to me. I understood Day's anger and why she was acting out, and I did appreciate that there was plus size rep and that there was a sapphic romance, however the story itself felt a bit long and boring.

Release Date: June 4,2024

Publication/Blog: Ash and Books (ash-and-books.tumblr.com)

*Thanks Netgalley and Scholastic | PUSH for sending me an arc in exchange for an honest review*

[lucero-is-here]

Drives over wearing Arthur Wright’s suit

Hello ladies, gentlemen and folks! It’s headcanon hour. And we have Eleanor Halsted.

Requested by

Totally did not struggle to spell her name. Now let’s do it.

- she used to be really good friends with Arthur. He was basically her junior- i can just picture her messing with his hair every time he did something just a bit amazing, and it pissed Arthur off every time cause he actually takes time doing his hair hah-

- when she got arrested, Arthur visited her a couple times. He asked her why she did what she did and she just laughed at him.

- she’s a pure evil antagonist. Not broken, but pure evil.

- aroace. She isn’t interested in any kind of relationships. She thinks if relationships as a distraction from her work.

- high heels or boots. Usually wearing high heels, but boots are worn occasionally. Especially in times when she needs to walk or run more.

- she is able to run in heels. She can run really fast, but her feet hurt after a while.

- oh she hates skirts. Especially those that wrap around your legs tightly. To her, skirts and dresses already restrict movement a lot, skirts that seem to bound your legs together are even worst. She thinks they are extremely impractical, and absolutely despises them.

- she likes sweet things. She thinks candy is amazing, and it helps her stay awake during work.

- she drinks a lot of coffee. A lot of coffee.

- after a really hard day of work, she likes to sit down on the sofa and drink some alcohol to relax. Yeah.

- really really smart. She is book smart. And she is smart in every way possible.

- she’s really good at geography. She knows a lot about geography, and is really good at the subject in general.

- she has a pet dog. A great pyrenees. She may or may not have trained it and brings it to work and legs it maul anyone who is a threat.

- she collects snow globes.

- she is almost fearless- she can walk to her room after turning off all the lights, kills any bugs she sees in five seconds, and also picked up a snake which may or may not have been poisonous. Though she’s scared of one thing. She’s scared of hamsters. Why? She doesn’t know. She’s just terrified of them.

- if she’s sleeping, and sun shines into her room, she starts screaming like a vampire saying: IT BURNS- IT BURNS-

- she can be so scary- Arthur may or may not be just a bit scared of her-

- She is strong- really strong. She can carry a couple of firearms with her with no difficulty, and can lift up people if she really wanted to.

- she can assemble and disassemble a sniper gun in 5 minutes somehow.

- she really likes chess. She thinks it’s a good way to practice decision making and loves how high stakes feel sometimes.

- she takes so many risks sometimes it’s literally horrifying- but she loves the thrill that comes with risks

Anyways that’s it. If I think of more a part 2 will be posted ahah. Anyways gotta drive.

gets back into the car and drives off

[checkoutmybookshelf]

That Isn't What I Pictured When You Said "Speak From Your Heart"

So...guys. This book. This is the book where we get Haven. This is the book where we get companions. This is the book where we get heralds. This book should have been legitimately awesome and...like...yes, but also no? Let's talk Valdemar.

So as the very brief intro probably clues you into, this is a SPOILERIFIC ZONE. There are SPOILERS HERE. Consider yourself warned.

This book picks up after what feels like ten-odd years of the Valdemarans having been living in Haven, which is thriving. They have surplus, they have trade amongst themselves, they're developing their infrastructure, and they're starting to look past survival and at what they want to build. We are told about the plagues, infestations, and other stuff the Valdemarans have overcome while they settled and grew Haven, but when the book actually opens, they're sitting pretty and starting to get to a point where they can do things that start to feel like luxuries.

They're doing real good, so of course we have to fuck that up somehow.

The weird thing about that though, is the pacing and subplots of this book, and also the fact that this book is...NOT GOOD at disability. I went into that pretty deeply in this post, so I'm not going to repeat myself here. But despite still enjoying Kordas as a character and going giddy fangirl over watching the Valdemar I know and love take shape, the structure of this book landed a bit funny with me.

Until the last quarter or so of this book, the driving force behind this book is Kordas's anxiety that Valdemar won't outlive his son's reign, because humans are inherently the worst and without a strong, moral, great human leader the kingdom will fall to base savagery. And y'all, I live in the 2020s. I don't even disagree that humanity's worst is BAD. I do kind of have a problem with Kordas's logic being waaaaaaaaaaaaaay too similar to Trumpian strongman "I am the only one who can fix it" but leaning more toward lawful good ("only a good man can fix it" but we never actually define "good man" more clearly than "Kordas and Restil" so it's a whole thing) than chaotic evil. That's more or less what the companions fix though, so I can get on board with Kordas's thought experiment and working through the anxiety about his legacy.

Once the companions show up though, then we get back to the Kordas I enjoy most: the avid, highly-detailed planner. This man and the first grove-born companions have to basically come up with the heraldic circle on the fly, and watching the heralds be born was VERY fun. That was just great.

I do need to take a minute to call out THAT scene, though. Because here's the thing. By the time this book was written, the lore of Valdemar's founding was pretty set. As it is told in Arrows of the Queen:

...he waited till Midsummer's Day; he went out into the middle of what we call Companion's Field now, and he asked every god he'd ever heard of to help him. [...] Well, he started out at dawn; it wasn't till sunset that he got an answer. Everything went kind of light all over, like when you get too much sun on snow, and all he could hear was the sound of hoofbeats--hoofbeats that sounded just like bells. When the light cleared away, there were three horses standing in front of him; horses with coats the color of moonshine and eyes like pieces of sky.

Which has a sort of grandeur and dignity to it. However, as is kind of a theme with the heralds in general, the stories and the realities rarely match up. And a thousand years of narrative drift also explains some of the differences in details, because there are MANY. Kordas's plea to the gods in Valdemar takes the better part of a chapter, so I'm not going to quote it at you here.

What I will say about it though, is that it took place in the middle of the dang night, and it was less a prayer and more like the scenes in Lerner and Lowe's Camelot where Arthur is onstage monologuing to himself about ethics and sorting out what he should do about whatever decision he is facing at that point in the play. This chapter in Valdemar reminds me most strongly of the closing monologue after Lancelot is knighted, and Arthur is like, "Oh this is gonna be so bad, but all I can do is run the course and be king." However, where Arthur is destined for tragedy, Kordas actually gets some help. Which is impressive because the vibe is half angsty King Arthur and half "character on the West Wing can't sleep and so monologues to the gods." Which honestly...the description still feels like it has more grandeur and dignity than the experience of reading it did, because you're not watching Kordas pace and monologue, you're literally in his head. It's a very weird take on this, and it's not what I was expecting, but I think it did work, for some definition of work.

What I think absolutely did not work was the fact that Mercedes Lackey decided that this was also the book to tell the full story of Shadowdancer and Sunsinger--who those of you familiar with the Valdemar music will recognize from their 2005 album, Sun and Shadow. We also get their legend in Arrows of the Queen. Unfortunately...they're very secondary characters in this book, and despite Rothas pulling a Bard ex machina at the end, they kind of feel completely disconnected from the rest of the founding narrative. Like, I was happy with their legend being in song and retold, I was not jonesing for Rothas and Lythe's story here. It was just kind of...crowbarred in and we never really got to know Lythe at all. I truly do not think this part of the book worked. I appreciate the attempt at complicating the concept of lifebonds, but it broke the narrative's spine a little because there wasn't enough space to really explore it.

The other thing that didn't work was how fast the big bad for this book blew up and how equally fast she was defeated. There was also some ugly sanism around her characterization, and I did not love that. She was a Hawkbrother apprentice who...randomly went mad for *cough* inaudible mumbling *cough* reasons, murdered her bondbird, and fucked off into the wilderness before showing back up with blood magic to try to throw monsters at Haven's gates to conquer it. The book tries to give her a tragic backstory and connection to Silvermoon to add some emotional weight to her, but it doesn't land. The big climactic battle feels weirdly underwhelming, and honestly I would have been fine with this book focusing more on building the heraldic circle and like...diplomacy with other settlements around Haven. Random big climactic battle with crazy mage lady felt off tonally and a bit like an editor went "this is a fantasy book, put a big battle at the end." Which I don't think is what actually happened, given Lackey's fame and experience, but that's what if FEELS like.

So the TLDR on this book is that seeing Valdemar and the Heraldic Circle get born was awesome, the character work was mostly good, but there was some weird tonal dissonance and some really problematic ableism and sanism that kind of soured the reading experience for me.

[ofpineapplesanddawns]

Good luck with your medical thing. On a related note, perhaps our 14th favourite medical professional getting their ear re-pierced with dangly jewellery? Perhaps with a fun android friend along for moral support?

Thank you! Hopefully this business will be all over very soon.

Finally! An excuse for Fourteen and Arthur! :D

On with the fic!

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The Doctor smiled as they looked at the display case, showing off all sorts of things in different sizes, colors, styles, and materials. Part of them was very, very tempted with the lovely glowing chandelier-like set, but they only planned on getting one ear pierced and this was a set.

Also, it was very, very clearly radioactive and this face's previous experience with exposure to radiation resulted in regenerating with a big chin and floppy hair.

"Is there any particular reason as to why I am here with you looking at items used in body modification?"

The Doctor turned to their right, looking at the android who was staring at him with a curious stare. "You do not have any piercing holes on your person, from what my scans have told me." Arthur said, folding his hands before him.

"Not in this body, no. Previous one, yes, had a lovely little dangley thing hanging from my left ear. Loved that one, wish it hadn't vanished when I regenerated." They pouted, such a shame that this shop didn't have anything like it.

Still, they smiled once more. "But I asked you to come along as moral support because I'm gonna get my ear pierced again! Also, I need you to help me pick out something that'll look good on this face. Whatcha think? Flashy? Simple? Something utterly complex?"

Arthur tilted his head slightly, studying him. "The left ear again?"

"Yep!"

The android looked at the display of earrings and chains, was he picturing what the Doctor would look like with any of them on? They hoped so, that'd be cute. "I trust your judgement." The Doctor said, leaning on the counter.

"I feel that flashy might not work, you should have something simple, something that says you, but isn't screaming it." Arthur replied.

His hazel eyes scanned over the items. "You said you like ones that... dangle?"

"Yeah!" The Doctor tapped the top of their ear and then the lobe. "A chain one, so that it connects the top and the bottom."

"Right." Arthur stared once more before tapped the glass, right above one of them. "This one. The one with the little blue orb for the top, and the large, yellow one for your lobe."

The Doctor leaned over, pressing close to Arthur to take a look. It was simple, yes, and clearly space themed. The yellow glob was a brilliant opal, with little metal squiggles coming off the sides of it, as if they were sunbeams.

The blue orb was probably a sapphire or something, and it was small, and kinda cute. "It's like the sun and the Earth." The Doctor said, already loving the idea of it. Earth was practically their home when they weren't on the TARDIS, and she had such a fondness for that little, blue planet full of marvelous things, just like them.

Arthur nodded. "That's why I think it's the best choice."

"See, this is why I said I trust your judgement! Excuse me!" The Doctor called out to an employee of this little piercing shop out on a station, floating through space.

In a matter of moments, the Doctor found themself seated in a chair with the employee cleaning their ear with a disinfectant. Arthur was seated next to them, holding the Doctor's hand, attempting to be of some support. "You are aware that there is a very strong chance of a sharp pain, especially in a very delicate area of the ear, right?"

Again, attempting.

"This ain't the first time I've done this." The Doctor smiled, this might actually hurt less, the Doctor had... done the last one on her own, and it had not been the best choice. Had decided to get it done on a whim after spotting the cute piercing, knowing that she just had to have it.

They really did miss that silly thing, might have to try finding it again when they weren't busy.

"You ready?" The employee asked, her tool at the ready.

"Yep! Allons-y!" The Doctor grinned, still felt weird saying that again, even with this mouth and voice.

The employee just raised an eyebrow, shrugged, and got to work. The one for the lobe stung and the Doctor gripped Arthur's hand, who used his free one to gently pat the Doctor's shoulder.

The second one made the Doctor jump and nearly fall off the chair, oh! OH! That hurt like no one's business! They were gonna be sore tomorrow!

"There we go, all done." The employee said as she finished, then held up a mirror.

Taking it, the Doctor looked at themself in the mirror, which was still so surreal, they'd never get used to seeing this face again, especially with being a new Doctor. They flashed a grin at themself, giving their head a little shake to see the chain connecting the two orbs move about. "Amazing! Thank you, excellent work! If I ever get a wild spark for another, I am totally coming back here."

"Thanks, dude." She nodded and went about cleaning up her tools as the Doctor jumped from the chair, turning to Arthur.

"Soooo... whatcha think? Stylish, eh?"

Arthur nodded, smiling what the Doctor had quickly learned to be a real one, not his usual customer service smile. "You look very good, Doctor. I was correct to assume it was the most fitting for you."

"Aww, that's sweet, and very correct of you." They winked. "Remind me to store this away next time I regenerate, don't wanna lose this one!"

"I'll be sure to remind you of that." Arthur nodded, and the Doctor had a feeling he would.

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Not sure how Fourteen met Arthur and how he got him off the one ship, but whatever, they're hanging out together! Having fun!

[kirklandsheartsecrets]

England x Reader II As long as i'm with you i've got a smile on my face Part 2

link part 1 / link part 3

How much he wished he could kiss you right now, he was few centimeters away from your lips and his heart beated so loudly inside his rib cage. He couldn't name what stopped him from kissing you on that spot. He wanted it so much, he was already in love with you. His two hands were now holding your face so tenderly. He could picture how his oppressed emotions from his chest were making him almost dizzy, his head felt like butterflies were flying excitedly against his skull.

You felt the same, the bridge of your nose felt like blossomed flowers, blood felt like powdered sugar internally. It felt so thin but yet so repressed against your skin.

If only, the room wasn't so dark due to the victorian era style furniture and colors choices. You didn't need the sun being hidden by the embroidered flowered curtains to know that Arthur's hair had honey-like tones. His face being so close, almost made his blonde honey-like hair reflect against your skin. However, quickly, your lips trembled, the emotions coming back after he was done with the comforting words put tears to your eyes. You were so petrified and apprehensive, but Arthur stood to your side every time. He would repeat the words again and again, making sure any trace of worry would leave your conscience.

[Time skip]

''This is how they wanted to proceed. Trust me love, i wish it wasn't like that.'' Arthur sighed.

''Well, let's try our best to not reflect this image onto them as nations.'' you commented.

In front of you two, middle-eastern nations. They looked roughly like teenagers.

Arthur found himself part of the mandate system, when his boss anounced the news, they looked extremely confident about it. However for his rival, the confidence of his boss seemed showing weaknesses.

Rapidly, disagreements on the government policy that should be adopted in the region blasted. Arthur had enough of hearing from his boss about how's Francis boss insulted his methods.

Briefly from Arthur's boss words on the situation, the middle east nations 'supposed' boss were gonna administrate them by distance. Little to no british population will settle in the said nations.

This distance governance from England seems fair but has their limits.

Arthur and you knew, just like Francis, how sick your bosses are.

That sick secret deal in 1916, you guys knew who was gonna be under your care and who wouldn't. Separating nations related to each others, Arthur agreed with you for Francis to secretly come sometimes and let them interract with each other.

Now you were looking at the two teenagers across the table, and actually they warmed up pretty well to you, thanks to Arthur but also your boss who choose to apply an alliance policy which doesn't revolves around whatever England's governement had in mind.

Coincidence, they had Arthur's eyes even if their whole appearance had nothing to do with him.

You spent countless hours with them, listening about their worries on their identity. You kept reassuring them with comforting hugs but also encouragement words.

Arthur was less experienced with identity issues as a nation. However, he spent extra hours before sleeping learning about the sibling's current situation. He read all the books he could find.

Unfortunately most of them were artistic and most importantly orientalism inspired works that did not reflect the true information he was required to have. Books and information transformed by his people for his people about a nation they almost knew nothing about.

Many times, the blonde fell asleep next to you in bed, notes falling off on his thighs. The slumber made those notes wrinkled when he would accidentally move or turn around getting comfortable.

Fairly, you would take them off from the bed and read them quickly. You stole the pen which also fell in between you two and would correct the information based on what Palestine and Transjordan would tell you during the day.

When done, you turned off the small light.

Arthur would wake up, understanding that he fell asleep. A sigh left his lips as he laid on his back again.

''Come closer'' he spoke, still staring at the ceiling, his eyes visibly tired.

You performed immediately. Sitting back comfortably against your pillow, and while doing so Arthur would pull you closer with his arm, resulting in a tight hug. His always found their way to your face, making sure you would face him. Besides, he found the confidence into kissing you now, he never hesitated. Always sharing a kiss before your two bodies fell into slumber, the warmth of each other contributing to your shared fatigue.

Drying the tears of your kids, listening to their worries and fears, loving them unconditionally so they would feel something and maybe hold onto nation building concept and values apart from what humans were planning in their craziest projects.

Furthermore, they would always defend this precious part of their destiny as nations so their people would get their choices and rights respected.

Without a doubt, contexts and consequences were tightly related but you did hold tightly on the belief that those teenagers you loved and respected will show off this love in a facade of their adult personality as nations later..