#castle shenanigans

[thecastleschangians]

InkTober: Day 2- Discover

[kotamagic]

Y'all didn't even say the best line!

"YOUR MOTHER WAS A HAMPSTER AND YOUR FATHER SMELT OF ELDERBERRIES!"

[curse-of-dming-strahd]

Oh right... The curse. The curse of Strahd. The curse chosen specially to torture Strahd, Strahd’s curse.

[shortnsweetsposts]

*Tim referring to Connor*: We're dating now! He's my boyfriend!

Bat!reader and Stephanie: 😄

*Stephanie whispering to Bat!reader*: I thought they were already dating??

*Bat!reader whispering back*: Just say something back to him, Steph.

Stephanie: Uh c-congratulations! That's wonderful!

Bat!reader: You two are perfect for eachother!

[witchofthemidlands]

daemon's tripping balls & rhaenyra's kissing women in his absence. absolutely unhinged behaviour. 10/10 episode. one simply does not care about the plot. rhaenyra's a confirmed girl kisser, that's all that matters here.

[mochiiniko]

i am so normal about this movie

edit: this has been getting more attention for some reason and im REALLY confused but im not complaining because this movie means so much to me and im so glad people do too! im looking forward to making more castle in the sky art, as well as ghibli art in general, so in the meantime heres some silly doodles i made of sheeta and pazu :>

[lonelysa1lor]

Chat what do you do when your emperor shows up to a meeting with a 7 year old who no ones ever seen before?

[l6sadi]

Kazuhiko Katō (Monkey Punch) cosplaying Lupin III.

[cometblaster2070]

you think glinda sees dorothy and ozma interacting and yk she sees how much they like each other and she's like "ohhhh wait a damn minute WAIT".

she grabs ozma by the shoulders and she's like you hold onto that girl you hold onto her tight and don't ever let go and don't you reject her offer to fly off into the sunset and fight against a tyrannical ruler and ozma's like wasn't planning to do all that but thanks anyways :DDD.

she sees them being all cutesy and in love together and then she's just like

[flamingtoads]

A disastrous double date perhaps?

[thecastleschangians]

InkTober: Day 11-Snacks

Also a bonus birthday gift for my lovely GF @autumnday19 / @autumnday19-fanart <3

Paint(child Oak is holding) belongs to her :3

[jingycakes]

Is it too late to get in on Mipper Week?

Nursing school is always crazy, and it was my birthday on Wednesday (yay!) so I’ve been preoccupied.

I love the mix and match prompts @warcrimegwen chose for this, such a fun and unique way to celebrate! The ones I chose for this piece were Fantasy + Confessions

The idea behind it is partly inspired by movies like Red Shoes and the Seven Dwarves and The Nutty Professor, in that our overweight heroes magically become thin for short periods of time and complicate things by falling in love— with each other!

[curse-of-dming-strahd]

god I just love Rahadin so much

I mean he's got a constant miasma of human screams in his vicinity and he's just completely fucking chill about it like it's his lo-fi beats to study to

imagine anyone else in the castle trying to talk to him about anything and just having to politely pretend they aren't hearing constant wails of agony in their minds while they do it

[cb-writes-stuff]

So, I might have done a thing on a serious, non-fandom post.

I don’t think anyone there knows what ISAT is. Or that “The Cursing of Château Castle” isn’t a real book series.

I have no regrets.

[raayllum]

for snake boy callum 2.0 week day 2, snakes + stars

It takes time, but eventually Callum is pieced together enough, and Ezran can't evade enough, that Soren sits them down to have a conversation on castle security. About assassinations.

One of the guards who'd stuck around through everything—had deserted Viren's army, had fought in the tower with Soren and survived the night, had sworn true service to Harrow's heir—sits with them. A familiar face as any, but Callum still eyes her warily.

She's not his family, and she's not even Soren, and...

"There are enchantments I can set around the castle," Callum says. Sky spells are sound like alarms when sound pings off. Sun spells he can craft with help from Aunt Amaya's resources for lights and morse code, shadow traps and truth crystals, just to make sure everyone is being honest.

"Won't some elves maybe know how to undo them, though?" Ezran inquires. He's sitting in a regular chair and his feet can't touch the floor.

He's so tiny, still, and while Callum has seen first hand how capable his brother is, how much he shouldn't be underestimated—He's strong and brave, he'll get it, he'll save the egg!—Callum shakes his head.

He hates the circumstances that led them here. The assassination, the murder, and there's peace now, but their family—and the silver lining of it all isn't even here, now, and—

"It's not elves we have to worry about now, Ez," Callum says darkly. "The other human kingdoms aren't happy with you or Aanya. Even our own is..."

"At least we do not have to worry about more Moonshadow elf assassins," the guard says with a tiny, joking smile, not seeing the warning signs Soren makes with his hands, and it takes all of Callum's self control not to demand she be thrown out of the room.

In the end, he sulks and studies in his new office. Viren'd had a primal stone too once upon a time. There has to be something in his notes, loathe as Callum is go through them of course, that could be a worthwhile measure to implement. Or maintain.

Not that any of them were enough to protect his father from Moonshadow assassins in the end, but... Ez will be different. He has to be different.

Eventually, he turns to a book that's propped half open in the corner of a bookshelf he hasn't really explored yet. The sketch of a soulfang serpent pokes out, and Callum goes and pulls it from the shelf, cracking the tome open.

It hits like a blow to the chest, to be reminded of the Midnight Desert after—he focuses on the eery green glow of their eyes, the shimmering grey of their scales. They look nothing like dark magic chains at least. A passage is circled about their connection to the Moon arcanum and souls (that's almost enough to make him put the book away) and Viren's cramped handwriting: Two head — switch?

I'd switch places in a second, he'd said to Claudia that day in the library, and she'd run off with an excited gleam in her eye.

It curdles his stomach now to wonder what it was, but... They'd found a basket with snake feces in it in King Harrow's room afterwards. Opeli had shown them the court records once she'd thought they could bear it.

Maybe Viren had...

But it's awful, from the sound of it. Wearing someone else's face, your soul in a stranger's body. It's not as though Katolis doesn't have surgeries—there's the baker's son who'd needed a new kidney, a few years back—but to take a wholly healthy body and... It's the worst kind of dark magic.

Ez finds him out on one of the balconies later, feet slipping just like Callum's had on the climb up. (He can't quite manage to summon his wings again, yet, but... he's working on it.) Callum grabs his hand to help haul him all the way up. It's a moonless night, clouds obscuring the slim crescent that is there. Stars twinkle in between.

"I'm not going to get assassinated, you know," Ezran says, nudging him in the shoulder.

Callum exhales. "I know," he says, because he won't let it happen. "I just..." Tears build, cold on his face in the mid-autumn air. "You're all I have left, Ez."

"She'll come back."

Callum looks away and wipes at his nose with his scarf, sighing when Ezran wraps an arm around his shoulder. He's the big brother, he's supposed to be comforting Ezran, not the other way around.

"I saw the notes you left," Ez continues quietly. "Well, the ones Viren left, I guess. About the soul fang serpent." He runs his fingers over one hand thoughtfully. "D'you think Dad...?"

"I don't know," Callum says. "But—there's no way Dad would've agreed, even if he was given that kind of deal."

The magic was awful. It wasn't precise enough. If the spell could swap souls and bodies, maybe—let the corpse fall and then put you back in, heal up the wounds—let you be yourself, and the other person's soul and body would be severed but buried, then—

Callum pushes those thoughts away. No. No, even if Harrow could've kept his body, even if he could've kept his face, it still wouldn't be fair to whosever soul died on that blade. Not fair to the family, or husk left behind, or...

Callum buries his fingers in his hair and breathes through his nose, in and out. Ezran rests his head on his shoulder.

"I'm glad you're High Mage now," his little brother says, stifling a yawn. "I wouldn't know how to handle all this magic stuff without you."

Someone had to make these kinds of decisions, Callum reminds himself. Or at least consider the possibilities, the paths spreading out before them, even if they weren't all going to be—shouldn't be taken.

He has to be more than Ezran's high mage. There are humans, and dark mages, and someone has to know what they might be up against from the Pentarchy. Ezran needs a shield, from whatever he can still be shielded from.

And that person is him.

"Hm." Callum kisses him on the forehead once Ezran he's asleep, then shifts and picks him up.

Ez is getting heavy for this, but—Callum manages to make his way down, carrying him all the while. He passes Ezran off to Soren in the hall, the king snoozing as the crownguard hefts him up and then heads down the hall to the king's tower.

Callum hauls tome after tome off the shelves after, full of dark magic—grotesque images and wicked spells—carrying them up to his spot on the balcony, a primal flame in his hand as he begins to read. The stars have nearly blinked out by the time he stops and goes to bed.

He had to know what his brother's enemies could be capable of if he wanted to be able to stop them, after all.

(Later, he will know what he's capable of, too.)

[mochiiniko]

made a little redraw of this piece :>