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peak fiction
#what if…we took the WOMEN’S clothes…and put them on the MEN?#*cheers and applause i am picked up and crowdsurfed to the stage where i am crowned president of the earth by all world leaders*#click for better quality#reblog this if ur gonna like it plz#one piece#art#monkey d luffy#roronoa zoro#zolu#sanji
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merlin standing to the side watching arthur address camelot, the sun shining on his skin and lighting his hair up as its own crown despite the actual gold resting atop his head, his red cap billowing behind him by the light breeze, his eyes shining with joy, merlin’s freedom spelled across his lips. merlin watching arthur be drowned out by enthusiastic cheers so he laughs and recedes back inside toward merlin, head held high and shoulders squared back, looking even better than the king merlin has shaped him into. merlin falling impossibly deeper into love as arthur returns to his side with a grin after repealing the magic ban
#merlin watching arthur become the crown prince of camelot: my friend is doing so well im proud of him#merlin watching arthur rally ealdor to fight kanen: i cant believe he came all the way out here to help protect my home.#hes the best friend i could ask for. more than a friend actually. more like…oh……/oh/#merlin watching arthur be crowned king: hell yeah. thats my man#merlin watching arthur pull excalibur from the stone while his men cheer: god i dont think i can love him more. he gorgeous#merlin watching arthur repeal the magic ban: the weight of destiny cannot compare to my love for him.#i would do it all again just to see him shine like this for a moment in eternity. he is my world my heaven my hell my everything#AHHHHH THEY MAKE ME SICKKKKK#bbc merlin#merlin emrys#arthur pendragon#merthur#merlin adores arthur. ADORES#he is enamoured by his king and it fucking shows#the pride and love that shines in his eyes when looking at arthur is insane#arthur x merlin#gaygaygaygaygaygaygay#they are homosexuals#and in love#this pride and adoration is reciprocated dont fucking worry
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ID under cut
[ID: A three panel comic of Milton and Callum from Dialtown, black and white except for an orange border and highlights. In the first, Callum is at a desk, with multiple speech bubbles surrounding him as he yaps on, with one on top saying "OH! AND BEFORE I FORGET," as he holds up a finger to get Milt's attention.] [The second panel shows Callum standing up and grabbing Milton's tie, yanking him down to kiss him. MWAH is written in text next to the action as Milt looks flustered.] [The third has Milt straightening up, furrowing his brow while still just as flustered, a blush scribbled across his face. Callum waves him off, saying, "PASS THAT OFF TO MARLA, WOULD YOU?" as he sits back down.]
#ive realized i dont post my crowned legacy art here as much as i shouldLOL#trying to ammend this 🙏#dialtown#henrys doodles#callum crown#milton r wallace#MARLA MENTIONED!!!! I CHEERED
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Crowny acting as the exorcist child is peak ficticion Jude
Hey they apparently do if you ask your everyday croun townie
#in season 2 they might even do the head turning all the way around bit#that’s a little hint because it’s so far off many of you won’t remember I said this cheers#crown#WWC
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great news everyone, the floating Grazer LIVES
#when i tell you i cheered spotting it#it's one of those things you see one day in your struggling pc version#and you think 'huh. funny bug.'#and then you get a ps4. and it's still there.#then you get a ps5 and upgrade the version. yup. grazer still floating about.#AND IT SURVIVED THE REMASTER#this is very important to me lol#(the museum vantage point right by the bandit camp in devil's thirst is down the path to the left)#(and the other direction leads you to mother's crown)#(if you want to get some floaty shards from the floaty grazer)#hzd#hzd remaster
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INTRODUCING THEIR MAJESTIES KING FREDERIK X AND QUEEN CONSORT MARY OF DENMARK 🇩🇰 👑
#danish blogging#danish royal family#frederik x of denmark#king frederik#crown prince frederik#I was there cheering for them btw#yes this is me coming out as a royalist
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(SFW) been wanting to cry for some angsty stuff for ATOC, can I request a hc list of how would X, D, R and A react when the Crown is fatally injured, possibly shot by an arrow or stabbed?
Maybe an extra rrq that the Crown is a gentle, cinnamon roll type, that overly kind soul you'd want the least to get hurt but yeah now they're dying
The editor for this tumblr ask literally crashed when i was almost done with X's entry and I've never felt more devastated in my entire life ksahkj. There is also something very similar to this prompt though, it's more about the Crown sacrificing themselves for the ROs. If you're interested in that I'll link it here
I apologize if this isn't the best but I'll try to redo what I can
Azad/Ashti
You were absolutely foolish to get yourself hurt. No matter how kind-hearted you may have been, the Imperial Guard was made to lay down their lives for you. Any injuries you sustained was a stain upon their honor, their own failure to complete their duties.
The Royal Protector fights the icy cold waves of guilt washing over them. They save the lectures and punishments for another time because all that matters in that moment is you.
Their first priority is to get you to safety, the only sign you may see of their inner turmoil not found in their words, but their actions.
The protector's hands shake ever so slightly as they apply pressure to your wounds, hoping to staunch that they can before the healers arrive. A cold sweat chills them down to their very core as they listen for your pulse- only to find it fading away by the second.
They try to reassure you, but it doesn't work. In desperation, they find themselves practically ordering you to keep your eyes open, to not leave them while they're trying to save your life- tightening your bandages up. The unspoken words of concern and love dying in their throat when they look up to see just why you haven't responded.
By the time the healers do arrive, it takes their combined effort to finally pry the Royal Protector from your side.
Dara/Delal
Having served in the military for so long, the General was used to the bloodshed and horror of it all. Gore, suffering, and pain were things they could stomach. Or a least, the ability to do so was required of them.
It's when they see the arrow impaled in your skin, smell the metallic scent of red staining their cloak that the General realizes they may have been wrong. A complex bundle of emotions stirs under those layers of armor, but they have the strength to push through and remain vigilant.
If not for you, then for their own sanity.
Without a second thought, they tear their cloak, torn strips used to either secure the arrow in place and prevent it from moving. If not that, then to help stop the bleeding of any wounds.
They hold their Crown close, all propriety forgotten as the only thing on their mind is you. You need them in this moment and the last thing they'd ever do is fail you. Even if it's killing them on the inside.
What you need in these moments is strength, a shoulder or person to lean on. Which is why they allow you to squeeze the life from their hands. They listen to your weakened voice, giving you the same, almost practiced, words of reassurance they've given countless others.
Yet something about the words this time shakes the General to their core. This time, it feels entirely too raw, like a hundred old wounds made fresh again. The feeling paralyzes them, the unadulterated fear deep in their hardened expression.
As the situation worsens and all seems lost, the General straightens themselves, remaining by your side and keeping a steadfast vigil by your side. Never once do they stray from you. Even as crowds of healers all frantically apply aid to no avail. They remain by your side even as the anguished cries from loyal allies and friends alike sound throughout the halls at news of the inevitable.
And there they remain, even when the last wisps of golden sunlight in those eyes of yours wither away.
Rozerîn/Rêzan
To say that you were everything to the Sorcerer would be an understatement. They had found themselves and their entire life turned upside down by your very being, your warmth and kindness endearing you to the Sorcerer.
You were their purpose, and their friend.
So it's surprise that when they rush to your side, panic and fear overtakes them. The tension is almost palpable in the air as they order, practically beg for others to secure your safety- to fetch the healers- to do something.
It's also in this very moment that they curse their own abilities, or lack thereof. Healing magic simply wasn't a big priority, especially when there were so many others who could look after your health and safety.
If only they had studied more - practiced more- perhaps paid more attention to their surroundings or kept a better eye over the many enemies of Arsur.
A gentle hand, your hand, frees them from the mental prison they were trapped in, lifting the weight of guilt and shame enough for them to focus on pouring every once of themselves to saving you.
You had saved them, been there by their side from the very start.
They had to return the favor, to repay you for all your trust.
Those sentiments ring through their head, repeated over and over again like a mantra as they feel a sharp pain in their skull. Hands trembling from the sheer amount of magic they were using.
The darkness, a very similar one you once saved them from sets its familiar claws into them, the Sorcerer collapsing besides you- their fists bunching up the fabric of your clothing. With what little strength they can muster, the Sorcerer pulls you to their chest, cradling their dying star to their chest.
Xelara/Xelef
The mercenary was a mess. Clever words had long left them by the time they reached your side. Instead there were only frantic, broken phrases of concern and orders to remain still less your wounds worsen.
It almost feels out of character for them, at least, for those who only knew the mercenary by reputation. Having lived the life they did and taking on a profession that exposes them to danger so very often; the Pale Sword had a relationship with death that bordered on being blasé. Even when other Crescent Blades fell in battle, their leader could keep a rational mind about it. For many, this helped to cement the band of mercenaries as relentless, a force to be reckoned with.
If only the gossip mongers and general public could see them now, form hunched over your own. The corner of their vision blurred from the stinging of tears threatening to spill.
They had expected an end like this for them, perhaps even desiring it over the withering they'd have to endure from aging, but for you? Nothing like this was supposed to happen to you. You were the Crown of Arsur. The leader of millions that all relied on you being safe and well. And, perhaps more importantly to the mercenary, you were also the keeper of their heart.
Were? No, you are the Crown of Arsur. And you will live through this. You have to. Otherwise...
The Pale Sword ends the notion right then and there, focusing on the present and being by your side. By now, they've done what they can for you, whether through what general first aid they know or through the healing magics of one of their Blades.
Moving you was out of the question, the very attempt to do so drawing a loud cry of pain from your lips. A wince of guilt burns in the mercenary as they pull back, trying to keep your focus on them instead of the carnage of battle.
The feeling of helplessness isn't an unfamiliar one to the mercenary, however, it's one that the Pale Sword despises to their very core. But what could they do for you that hasn't already been done? What could they do to ease your undeserved suffering?
What they do best.
Lie.
It only takes a moment for mercenary to pull their act together, a practiced, albeit softer smile, gracing their features. What would have been smoothed, honeyed lies of your condition fall flatter than they'd like. Your weak smile tells them as such, a weakened, forced laugh humoring the mercenary and giving them one last act of kindness they know deep down they do not deserve. Nevertheless, they embrace the comfort wholeheartedly, bringing the back of your chilled hands to their lips, their touch- their kiss, returning your gift with one last hug of warmth before the light in you fades away.
#a tale of crowns#sfw#atoc#angst#azad/ashti#dara/delal#rozerîn/rêzan#xelara/xelef#Trying a new format for my hcs to see what reads better- some feedback would be appreciated#My inbox has been empty for a long while so its nice to get my writing legs stretched since i have neg motivation to write without them#i cry inside every time i write atoc bc its the only fandom that gives me anxiety over whether or not characters are ooc#rewrite turned out better than expected though- so cheers to that!
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ok yeah, I'm willing to put Young Royals up as one of, if not the best teen drama ever written
and not just writing! cinematography, costumes, music, performances! this show truly is a masterpiece
#young royals#Riverdale wishes it had the thematic consistency#this is the show euphoria thinks it is but its actually competently executed#teenagers who get away with nothing every action has a consequence#its about making mistakes and fucking up and forgiveness where its earned and moving on even if you cant forgive#its about love mattering even when it ends nothing is a waste it matters that the love was there even if its not with you forever#its about the first loves of yout life and that those loves wont always be Romantic and theyll be just as if not more important#its about loving yourself enough to push back against the system that is trying to break you because you dont deserve to be treated that way#its ALSO about wild parties and doing shots with your teachers and celebrating when the end comes cause you might as fucking well#its about first loves second chances three cheers for the end of bad things the coming of the future#because some things can and should end and the pain of it will pass and the love you felt wasnt wasted and you can take the good parts with#but that car is leaving down that forest road and you cant stay here you gotta go so who are going with and how loud can you sing with them#look right down the lens smile at the camera baby you might as well#netflix drama#wille x simon#crown prince wilhelm#simon eriksson#sara eriksson#felice ehrencrona#august of årnäs
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The reel The reel
🎶 Could it be magic- Take that 🎶
The reel
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The reel The reel
#miles kane#02/08/2024#the Suki audio#Miles is fuckin more supportive of his ex than some friends are of each other#ultimate hypeman and supporter#endlessly cheering on ALL his friends#can’t tell you how much I love him for extra getting his drivers license to then use it for exactly one week before the thrill wore off and#he went back to being taxied around London 🫶🏽😂#god I love his laughter lines and crows feet#our sunshine is beaming and happy#have I mentioned recently that I fuckin love him#bad habits; crowned Maxi & the Olympics
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began rereading dunk and egg book #2
aemon b taking up blackfyre the sword as daemon falls in the redgrass field thus becoming the new king something something aegor gatekeeping the sword from daemon ii something something otto voice he wears the conqueror’s crown, wields the conqueror’s sword etc
and immediately after, bittersteel is "leading his mad charge" against bloodraven, to avenge his brother. and he could've taken up blackfyre for himself and be called a king too, but he took it back to essos to crown the next one but the war was done when daemon died. that was his whole thing!! and daemon died in their first battle and now bittersteel has to go back and make daemon's sons into kings, something he never was and something they never could be either.
i had not made this connection before! daemon and the twins // daeron and baelor's sons. which makes the maekar / aegor parallels much more obvious. does that mean daemon ii is aerys? the ineffectual king too busy with his pastimes? aegor fits the evil advisor role just like bloodraven is to aerys in this hmmm
#aegor stopped the suicide mission for daemon ii. to crown him. to train him. for his brother 🤒#but daemon could not reach aegor's standards (he could never be his father :/) so he's left alone to go to westeros and die#the princes full of promise were dead so all it's left is daemon ii and aegor. and the war was done when daemon died.#'maekar/aegor parallels' who cheered#aegor rivers#daemon ii blackfyre#valyrianscrolls#asoiaf#this has been a post
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I live for the applause, applause, applause I live for the applause-plause live for the applause-plause live for the way that you cheer and scream for me! the applause applause applause!!!
#leah rambles#iconic#and Taylor was so smart for having it be the last song on the opening playlist#the way the cheers and screams from the song turn into real cheers and screams from the crown >>> AHHH#it’s such a HYPE#song post
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Ayo real question..got any more details about that melting magolor and marx thing you do? :3c
I had no idea Melting Magolor would become such a favorite!
Truthfully... I did write a little ficlet for it!
It was a Magolor POV thingy, immediately following where he shoos everyone off to engage in dangerous "Mimic Crown" experiments in private - only for the crown to immediately malfunction and painfully, terrifying melt him down into the gooey, immobile, barely verbal abomination we see in the comic.
[Read More / Bonus Pic]
(A-ahem, along with lots of muffled cries for Marx and panicked realizations that, oh god, HE sent Marx away, so there's no possible way Marx could find him and help him now. No one's going to find him here. He's going to die trapped in this room...!)
...But, uh, you know? I didn't end up liking it that much? I like angsty things, like A LOT, but even I try to steer away from angst that is just "...X character suffering for 30 minutes" or what have you. ^^;
I try to make sure there's a sparkle of hope / redemption / resolution / comfort in every angsty character piece I do. (Perhaps a comical cool-down panel or a promise of a sequel where things get better :looks at that Wicked King Magolor sequel I still haven't drawn: ) Or at the very least, if absolutely nothing else, cut away before it devolves into pure character torment.
But, hmm... If you want more...
I did imply that the solution to their problems was to call Claycia and have her use her powers to remold Magolor back to something resembling his original form (probably stuck with the little Mimic Crown, as it's just melted into his body at this point) but...that puts everyone back at square one, which is a little boring...
...it's possible that solution is temporary at best, because Mag's body is just that destabilized? (And since they can't remove the Mimic Crown from him, it continues to exert its power over him?)
So, the Mimic Crown starts causing his body to decay again if he gets stressed or exhausted. Or maybe he can only maintain his "regular" form for a few hours a day, and he returns to Melting Magolor at night? (Like some sort of cosmic horror Cinderella! XD)
And that's why Marx sleeps perched on him every night, singing him soothing lullabies in hopes that Magolor gets enough restful sleep that he has a chance of returning to the Magolor that Marx knows for at least a brief chunk of the day tomorrow...
Btw, Magolor's appearance of having "clothes" is just illusion magic; they melt back into his body when he starts losing his grip - except for the cloak, that's real. His speech is muffled (but comprehensible) even when he's stable, but he starts becoming more and more incomprehensible in melted form. Kirby and Marx both insist they can understand him just fine even then.
Marx is normally a complete troll to both his friends and enemies, but his experiences with Magolor taught him how to be a good caretaker and he took to it surprisingly well?! Guess he transforms that innate ability to know what'll drive people crazy and when into knowing what they need from you and when.
#Kirby#Marxolor#Marx Kirby#Magolor#Melty Magolor#cw: body horror#Dess Text Post#Dess Sketch Post#These two are among the more lovey of my Marxolor pairs#Marx...probably feels guilt for letting Magolor clone the crown#and not being there when Magolor used it#As a result he almost never leaves Mag's side#Magolor mostly feels dumb and regretful and sad#But then Marx will make a dumb joke to cheer him up#About how he can be the waterslide at his own theme park#Or how they should get matching buckets for their goo#And Magolor will laugh the way he used to laugh again
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Early Mornings in the Mushroom Kingdom
#Super Mario Bros#Nintendo Comics System#Toad#Princess Toadstool#Princess Peach#Mushroom Kingdom#morning#bird#singing#telephone#cheerful#grouchy#lookit Toad's covers#glass#sun#Nintendo#Valiant comics#bathrobe#bedroom#crown#what is she drinking?#mushrooms#pattern
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Ah.
so this is alberu's "gamer era"
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i’ve made the terrible discovery that watching a group of friends play dnd for hours really is the most fun a girl can have on her own, this will not end well
#i was waiting for my flatmate to finish cooking!!! i had nothing else to do and i randomly put on the first ep of a crown of candy#and now here i am full on WHOOPING as this silly little seed guy detects the poison#i am CHEERING for a fucking chocolate rabbit. WHERES YOUR BULB NOW#this is terrible. i am so invested and i have so much shit to do#fieldwork
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F/O please let me collapse into your arms. I'm so mentally drained.... Man I thought writing this stuff out was hard. It was even harder saying it..tears were shed but I wanted to do this. I want to be as prepared as possible.
#I also declined the crowns offer to do it over video on the 17th. I won't give those two shitheads power. if i do it on video i know those#two will automatically think that I'm afarid of them. I will not give them that power. its going to be difficult but I will sit in#that court room. i will tell our truth. they can't hurt us anymore.#I just want my f/o to cheer me on and tell me I got this... :/ im so stressed and anxious and mentally drained...
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