#castle life

[alienorasedinensis]

Evenings at the court of Wolgast if Pomerania reunited under my rule again

[gradarobett]

i'm going to build a norman keep and live in it and if any solicitors come knocking i'll pour boiling milk on their domes

[theicekat]

I’d move here in a heartbeat if it had good internet!

Duntrune Castle

adamjason1

[annoyingpastryineyeliner]

[enchantingepics]

Story Prompt 101

Two sisters, bound by blood and duty, stood before the ancient shrine of their ancestors. Around them, the air hummed with ancient magic, and the trees whispered secrets only they could understand.

"We've prepared for this moment all our lives," one sister murmured, her voice a blend of determination and anticipation.

The other sister nodded, her eyes reflecting the flickering flames of the torches that lined the sacred clearing. "Our family's legacy rests on our shoulders now."

With a shared breath, they stepped forward, their hands clasped together as they recited the sacred incantation passed down through generations. The words flowed from their lips like a gentle breeze, intertwining with the energy of the forest.

As they reached the final verse, a brilliant light erupted from the shrine, enveloping them in its radiant warmth. From the depths of the earth, a majestic dragon emerged, its presence commanding and noble.

"We entrust you with the guardianship of this realm," the dragon declared, its voice resonating with power. "And our pact is now sealed."

The sisters exchanged a silent glance, their bond unspoken but palpable as they accepted their calling. "We will defend this land with everything we have," they affirmed in unison, their commitment echoing through the forest.

With a mighty flap of its wings, the dragon soared into the sky, leaving the sisters to stand watch over the land below.

[215tone]

[mxmarsbars]

wild life whitecastle is real we are so back

[thathomestar]

played a half life mod series called timeline where you're trying to stop nazis from altering the flow of time. g-man teams up with hitler, it's a wild time, whole thing goes crazy

there's a bit where you get sent to a pocket outside of space-time, and jumping in a portal takes you to a random unwinnable scenario in history, one of which is

[elizabugz]

[perfectquote]

First love does not mean best love. And best friends may not mean best friends forever. But they both mean at some point, somewhere, someone did care. And their memories still there.

Crywank - Welcome To Castle Irwell

[alienorasedinensis]

So I was going to mass at St. Otto's like the God fearing woman I am, and that incompetent clown of an "organist" played the wrong song. Again. Music here? Not amusing. Get a load of that baffoon. Can no one even play duduk in this city? Smfh.

[anonymous-alien2-0]

[thatsbelievable]

[gentlemanmotorslifestyle]

[shanastoryteller]

Happy Fall Season 🍁🍂🌻 !!! I’d love to see your take on a Merlin role reversal! 🥰

Hunith had never wanted to be queen, but once she gave birth to Balinor's son, there wasn't much choice in it.

Balinor sits as king, the lord of the dragon lords, and Merlin will one day inherit his title. She was just a village girl and the dirty traveling soldier had a nice smile and kind eyes so she'd lain with him.

If she'd known that he was king, she would not have presumed.

~

Merlin is strolling down the street, arguing with Will, when he trips over his own feet, knocks into a fruit stands, sends all the apples sprawling across the ground, and takes another step directly onto one of those apples only to end face first into a stone wall. "Ow."

The stone wall moves, which isn't unheard of in their kingdom, but then it talks, which is new. "Oh the Goddess above."

Hands settle on his shoulders, pushing him back and he looks up dazed to see that the stone wall is actually a blonde man with the brightest blue eyes he's ever seen. He's got broad shoulders and a chest firm enough that Merlin thinks his nose might be broke and Goddess above is right.

He's looking over Merlin's shoulder. "Are you going to clean this up?"

He turns, seeing the irate stall owner and the apples that are fucking everywhere as well as Will laughing his ass off and being no help whatsoever. "Oh, no! I'm sorry, let me just-"

Merlin holds out his hands, trying to remember the correct education, but the stall owner goes pale and starts waving his hands. "No, no, it's okay, please don't-"

The man smacks his hand down and grabs the back of his neck, giving him a rough shake as if he were a misbehaving kitten. "You a precision caster? Otherwise, knock it off. You're more likely to explode them then gather them that way."

He's sort of the exact opposite of a precision caster. He lets the spell go and sees the way the stall owner sighs in relief. "Oh. Right."

~

The man's name is Arthur, he's one of the peasants that have been recruited into being a solider in the war against Camelot, and he's here at the palace to receive the standard training along with the rest of the would be soldiers.

His father won't let him on the battlefield, even though that's where his magic is best, and he can't help but feel vaguely guilty that Arthur's been pulled from his family to fight in a war that Merlin thinks would end a hell of a lot faster if his father wasn't so protective.

It's that guilt that has Merlin forgoing his place at the high table with his mother to wander down to the lower tables at dinner that night to try and thank Arthur for helping him clean up all the apples, something he hadn't been able to do before Will was dragging him away.

He's not expecting it when one of the soldiers leaps to their feet and pulls out a dagger on him, one that has to be cursed against enchantments because none of the spells to pull it form his hands that several people at the high table cast do any good at all.

Merlin's just feeling the bite of it into his throat, frantically trying to think of a spell to get him out of this, when a carving knife goes whizzing past his face and embeds itself into his assailant's skull.

Merlin jumps away, shaking, to see Arthur standing there and cool and unbothered, hand outstretched as if he's about to cast a spell. But he's not, it's like that because he'd grabbed the knife from the venison on the table and killed that man before he could kill Merlin.

"You just make friends wherever you go, don't you?" Arthur asks.

Then everyone's moving forward, pulling him away, and Arthur along with him. His expression turns murderous, like he's wishing he had another knife as he's manhandled across the room.

His mother pat his face and clucks at his neck and then thanks Arthur for saving her son.

Arthur had bowed at Hunith but then frozen. He's looking at Merlin with dismay, which isn't exactly new for him but he's not sure why he's getting that look from Arthur now of all times. "You're Prince Merlin? You?"

"Uh," he says, then shrugs helplessly. "Yes?"

He really doesn't think Arthur's opinion of him is improved when Hunith assigns him to be Merlin's personal servant. It should be a reprieve, getting to work in the palace rather than the battlefield, but the tight look on Arthur's face doesn't ease.

[sarahkateishii]

Like every fantasy nerd, I adore castles. Of any style. They’re one of my fav day trips to visit and just imagine the stories that actually took place there in history, and that could take place there in fantasy books.

I’ve got a few books in plan and draft mode that take place in a castle like this and it’s just so much fun.

Would you want to live in a place like this? 10/10 I would 👀