#cursed!crown prince

[shazos]

I wonder if by the end of the show Simon will become Ice Prince?

[fire-lizard-ro]

Why do I do this to myself- Anyways. Prince Blythe because I’ve been reading too many manhwa again.

I could Not make myself draw fancy patterns on his outfit after drawing the frame but that’s a Tomorrow Problem-

Character belongs to @thedolmainblog

[kindred-spirit-93]

cursed

mostly the drawing but also neo. god i hate how this turned out lol

@maruyaaya more curly haired carrot cake boi :3 consider this my deposit payment for ur fic (legit baring u a piece of my soul rn) bc my peasant eyes dont deserve to witness this masterpiece for free XD

[echolocalia]

He then realises with a certain gravity that Arthur Pendragon has not recognised the man in his reflection is a long, long time.

He can actually pinpoint the moment.

He was wandering the halls, just as he was now. He couldn’t have been more than nine summers old.

He remembers looking into the mirror and grinning, a wobbly, gap-toothed grin, he had been unsure of himself, but now he felt like he could fly. He had just unwrapped the bandage from his first ‘battle wound’. Squire trained had started that day, he had nicked himself on a sword.

That was before father actually began to acknowledge his existence and began getting very hurtful in his words.

An older Arthur looks back at him in the mirror, weathered and battle-worn, with too many scars to count, eyes red and face splotchy, he will hear no more of what his father has to say.

[karinagiada]

The baddest and the fiercest. ✨

[lindoesntwin]

THE LITTLE PRINCESS AND HER MONSTER PRINCE

A modern day woman reincarnated into the wife of the cursed crown prince of a R-18 novel but instead of dying (as the original character did) she decided to help and care for the prince.

Other title: I Became the Wife of the Monstrous Crown Prince

[onceuponajacks]

Do you guys think Evangeline’s leg hair is pink too?

[icwasher]

Writing Journal: 1/28/25

I finished the first chapter of my newest WIP, and I'm really excited about this one. I outlined all of it except a good portion of the middle, which will be a problem for future me since I know what happens in at least the first two/three chapters, and I can write those while I try to figure out all the political machinations that need to go in the middle.

Anyways, here's a portion of the first chapter.

“So,” says the dark blue-wearing Minister to the Green Minister, “what is this plan of yours?” “It’s less of a plan,” says the Green Minister, and the others eye him tiredly. I get the sense that this sort of thing happens rather often, “than an idea.” There’s a twinkle in his eyes, his crows' feet wrinkling with amusement. He is my favorite of the Ministers, almost certainly. “What we need is a Prince Ciro. He is of the same height and build. With a little Weaving to his face, he would be the perfect replacement.” The Ministers look at him like he is out of his mind. I am merely confused. What on earth do they need another Prince Ciro for?  Finally, the Orange Minister speaks up. He says, “Have you gone mad?”  Because I do not know what they are talking about, I cannot echo the sentiment, but I am sure I would be able to had I paid closer attention to their whispered conversation in the hall. As it is, I only look back and forth between the Green and Orange Ministers, who are now staring at each other as if they are engaged in some silent battle. I find the entire thing entertaining, especially when I look over at the other Ministers, who are watching the contest with looks that range from bemused to amused.  The Orange Minister breaks away first and I see the Green Minister smile triumphantly. “You have to admit,” he says, turning to the Head Minister, “that it is at least a halfway decent plan.” “If you mean putting a common thief on the throne the night before the Prince is to be crowned, then I am afraid I must disagree,” says the Head Minister.

[screechingcheesecakecheesecake]

I really hope Lambcat will do something about the unanswered questions given to us like what happened Nell’s family and how she’s able to go out in public. What happened to the lone Blaine fan girl and if Beckett is doing okay with his new assignment.

Though I do understand your concern about those, I do think that it's a bit minor that it doesn't have to be addressed.

For Nell's family, since she's married to Jollie now. She's part of the Lace kingdom also. Considering that her family hired thugs instead of sending out their soldiers in the Princels chapters, I assume that they're trying to keep secret about what they did to Nell.

Nell has now the protection of the Lace Kingdom as future Queen + Pastel Kingdom with Jack's increased security for them. I doubt they'd be willing to stir up trouble since Nell could expose their abuse towards her. Plus, as past of CPC and under Prez' protection, the Polygon Kingdom may also come to her aid.

In other words, Nell is very protected now and causing trouble is going to be bad for diplomacy for her family so I doubt they'll take the risk for her.

As for Beckett I think he's not really doing ok romantically and he needs to renew his approach especially that Maria is taking a break from romance now lol. It's not like Jack fired him or anything. Though as a soldier he may need to buckle up because if the Pastel military will have Lorena + Suzie as their leaders he would NEED combat training lmao.

As for the lone Blaine girl, welp, results of parasocial relationships won't ever end well and she did get what's coming for her desperation. I do think she deserves a side story chapter since it'll be interesting to have insight about Isolde's rule.

Overall though there will always be some questions that we would be curious about, I do think Lambcat already addressed those with pressing issues.

Like it's not really a complete loss to not know it but also it does leave room for interpretation and that's what makes it fun!

Also it's only a 6 month timeskip so it does leave room for open endings.

[naughtnixnothing]

i may be thinking too much into this but i kinda think that balekin, madoc, and the ghost killing the greenbriars during the coronation was a bit of foreshadowing to signify that they would later betray the high king, the last greenbriar. but unlike madoc and the ghost, balekin was killed because he murdered the former high king which is kind of a greater sin than murdering the heirs to the crown.

[fantasticalmysteryacademia]

I have this urge to start a lengthy fantasy series and i absolutely abhor the reality that i can't afford that sort of distraction and escapism right now as I have to appear for several determinant examinations in the next three to four months 😫

[noscio]

so i just got TGCF 6

[friendsamongstars]

"IM NO LONGER ASKING IM WARNING YOU! BEARD HAIR IS NOT A SUBSTITUTE FOR PEPPERMINT! I'LL OFFER YOU ALL SANITARY HOT CHOCOLATE THAT I CAN SPARE!" This was no longer a business issue, he'd sacrifice any candy he had to keep others away from drinking the man's awful recipe.

[thebleedingeffect]

@trangender-herooftime I wanted to tag you cause you expressed interest in my oot Link, or Time, being the prince of hyrule and being long-lost siblings with Sheik!! But if you want me to remove the tag or anything else it's all chill <33

anyway this is the first, mini part to Time's coronation! If I do end up writing out even more of Time I'll probably rewrite this a bit just to make it prettier! But this is the first sketch of Sheik and Time and I really like how the scene turned out :]] (also ps for anyone who has played oot and is wondering why Impa is here- in my headcanon the sages didn't die. think totk or ww vibes, they're here because I think they're all really cool <3 )

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The morning comes much too early, hardly a blink goes by and the dawn stretches over the pristine grasses of hyrule field and through the thin slit of darkness that envelops Time’s room. Anticipation crackles noisily in the air as Time sleepily awakens to the feeling, the odd energy buzzing to life underneath his skin and throughout the kingdom. The land is hardly awake, only the passing gleam of oranges and pinks colors the horizon, but Time knows more than well that the kingdom below him has hardly slept the entire night. 

Exhaustion tinges the back of Time’s eyes for just a moment, enough for the half-hearted attempt to roll away from the light and bury deeper into the covers to push him back under the thin veil of sleep. The light crosses more vehemently across the spotless floor, but Time only buries himself deeper into the sheets, the urge to sleep more near overwhelming.

Hyrule seems to awake all at once as Time moves in bed, as if the world itself noticed him blurrily waking to the dawn and grabbed the sun by its hilt and pulled it over the horizon. The gentle murmur of hyrule, of the castle, and the chorus of hyrule's people waking up all up at once stirs Time from the retreating embrace of sleep, the once thin sliver of light now a dim, orange glow as he blinks tiredly at the sight.

The world blinks back at him and all at once, Time remembers.

It’s the day of the ceremony, the coronation.

The arrival of Hyrule's long lost prince.

The very air itself seems to suck itself out of Time’s chest and leaves an uncomfortable, near nauseous feeling in its place that banishes the very thought of even closing his eyes. Every blink makes the feeling even more overwhelming until Time feels his hands against the pristine sheets shake, the prickling sensation of anxiety coming with the bitter arrival of the unknown. Time pushes himself slowly off the bed, letting the seconds drag past him as he takes a step towards the window, pushing back the heavy curtain as the orange glow illuminates the lines of nervousness strung tightly across his whitened knuckles. 

The town breathes to life before his eyes, the momentary quiet of the night quickly giving way and succumbing to the almost feverish energy as the houses and world below seems to almost pulse with excitement. Gone is the night, instead the morning arrives with a fury that is only rivaled by the biting fear chewing at his insides. 

The quiet creak of wood isn’t a surprise, neither is the soft footsteps that accompany it, near soundless even in the silence and against Time’s frayed nerves. The soft click of the door echoes for a paralyzing moment, enough for Time to breathe a shaky gasp until that warmth pushes against his side and joins him under the orange glow.

Time doesn’t need to look to know exactly who it is, instead he surrenders to the crushing need to feel that warmth and leans onto Sheik’s side. 

“Did you sleep?” Time falls further into his side, the quiet comfort quieting a small piece of the fear that threatened to choke whatever stroke of bravery that had carried him through the countless years. 

“...Just a bit, didn’t want to wake up.” The soft rumbling laughter that shakes Sheik’s shoulders brings a smile to Time’s face, small and fragile, but Time covets the feeling all the same. 

“I convinced Impa to let you sleep a bit longer, we don’t need an exhausted prince falling asleep in front of all of hyrule, don’t we?” The teasing smile drags Time’s eyes up to meet Sheik’s, the oddly soft expression near eclipsed by the shades of the dawn now blanketed over the two of them. Time gives a small smile of his own, but it feels brittle even against his own skin, and the silent understanding passes soundlessly between them as Sheik’s eyes soften even further.

“But I won’t let that happen, I did promise you after all that I would be by your side the entire time. From beginning to end, until the day over, and not a moment before that.” The words feel heavy with several meanings, with ghosts and old scars, but are wrapped against so much affection that Time can’t help the slight tug at his lips.

“I remember, you’ve only told me countless times this whole week. And the month before that, can’t forget the couple of months that-”

“Oh shush, I had to make sure that it got through that thick head of yours. You wouldn’t have listened otherwise.” The small flush of embarrassment at the words drags a huff from Time’s chest, enough for Sheik to chuckle again before lapsing back into comfortable silence. Distantly, Time drinks in the warmth by his side and knows without a beat of hesitation.

If anyone was ever going to be his family, he’s happy that it was Sheik.

Was it simply a stroke of luck or at the hand of the goddesses? He’ll likely never know, but the thought washes away as the soft rumbling of the town below begins to bleed even through the stone of the castle. 

“...You promise?”

“I’ve meant it every time, and I mean it now.” 

All at once, a shuffling exhale punches itself through Time’s chest, bringing with it all of the anxiety that had coiled so tightly, so fiercely, around his lungs until he could barely breathe. The air is just the slightest bit lighter and the glow of dawn not so blinding as Time drags a final glance at the world before meeting Sheik’s eyes with a mischievous glimmer.

“Good, that means we’ll both suffer through Impa today.”

“Someone needs to keep you both in check, Hylia knows neither of you will do it.” 

Time will always vehemently refuse that he yelped in surprise and then in pain as Sheik spun around fast enough that he nearly fell onto said pristine glass instead of tripping onto the floor. He simply didn’t, never, even if the slight knowing look in Impa’s eyes said otherwise as she soundlessly passed through the door and strolled before them, glancing out the window before looking back.

“Hm, it seems like Hyrule is excited to meet their prince. But we have much to do before that.” Impa’s shoulders stay steady at the intimidating sight, the chorus of voices and sound itself clawing its way onto the unmovable set of her frame.

 “Are you ready?” The heavy weight of Impa’s gaze settles over him, but it’s a familiar weight, a welcomed one, and the brief glimpse of concern creasing the edges of her eyes is enough for Time to give a hesitant smile of his own. Sheik stands straighter at the question, his eyes losing the few thin shreds of exhaustion that lingered before giving a sharp nod of his own. 

Scars line Time’s hands as he takes a final look down at Hyrule below, free of gold, lavious clothes, or the eyes of a kingdom dragging themselves across the very sight of him. No sword etches itself into the palm of his hand, instead his knuckles tighten over the edge of stone and for a horrifying moment- Time almost misses the familiar weight.

Somehow, facing down countless monsters, lonely nights, and the demon king himself were all easier than the very thought of today. Fate breathes itself down Time’s neck, the feeling snapping over his nerves and crackling into sparks before he turns away with a final drag of air. 

Today, he won’t wield a sword, but an equally terrifying weapon of its own caliber. 

The crown of Hyrule itself will reside in his palms and he can already imagine the sensation of it burning itself into his temples.

“Yes, yes I am.” 

Time doesn’t have the opportunity to regret the words, not anymore, but part of him doesn’t if only to see the proud glimmer in Impa’s smirk and the way Sheik’s eyes brighten. With that, the world snaps back into place under their feet and the castle hums in anticipation, in excitement, and Time spares one last mournful glance at his empty bed.

But the world doesn’t wait, doesn’t hesitate, and Time feels how the orange glow of the dawn scorches along his back as the cool rush of the door closes behind him. 

[manhwatoreadofficial]

The Possesive Tyrant and His Sleepy Cat

In this enchanting fantasy romance, the protagonist unexpectedly awakens in a mysterious world as a cursed cat—a fate that spells doom, given a prophecy claiming her mere presence brings misfortune to the kingdom. For years, this prophecy has led to relentless hunts, dooming cats in every corner of the empire. When her presence is discovered by the future tyrant king, she becomes his constant, albeit reluctant, companion. This budding yet complicated bond grows as the tyrant-to-be, a man feared for his possessive and volatile nature, keeps her close. Trapped by fate and her new form, the protagonist navigates the precarious dynamics of court life, all while struggling to escape the fate that awaits both herself and the kingdom.

[dawnled]

tag post #4 ( au verses #1 ) !