#meant to be royalty

[selarina]

hotd season 2 starting today and i can’t help but think of royalty aus

[mothpawbs]

imagine learning you had a sister who was completely erased from public memory

part three of me trying to figure out how to draw front-facing dragons

[yuwuta]

knight yuta who at first glance looks like someone clumsy and who barely knows how to hold a sword but who's actually the most skilled and bloodthirsty of all the knights, he simply doesn't like you to see that side of him and he also likes the attention you give him when you think he got hurt 😊

oh the best of both worlds… the other knights always say he goes easier on them when the princess is watching, and they don’t get why—wouldn’t he want to show off when you’re watching? but yuuta doesn’t want you to see him as violent… he wants you to know that he can protect you, but you shouldn’t have to see him do the worst 😇😇 also liking the attention you give him so true, he would like that you worry and fuss over him when he returns. also the idea of him being so self-sacrificing in battle, not just to protect the others and you, but because shouldering the brunt of the injuries means he has your undivided attention caring for him when he gets back he is so not slick omg..

[math-is-math]

The color purple — where do it come from? 💜

Y’all can check this post as to why I think Heather’s ace heheh

[larkral]

Blargh! I need a new header, except that my most recent OS update on my computer has end-of-life'd my long-term relationship with a once-purchased full Adobe suite, so I both have to find a new photo editing program AND learn to use it? Travail upon travail.

ANYWAY thanks for the tags today to @kiwiana-writes @run-for-chamo-miles @monbons @you-remind-me-of-the-babe and @shrekgogurt (squeaking just at the arbitrary tumbr per-paragraph tag limit. PHEW) I am continually delighted by all the snippets people are sharing. Why oh why are there things I have to do with my time that aren't "write and read fanfiction"?

Anyway! One of those things this week was to trace a mural on my daughter's wall. I was...perhaps too ambitious with the design, but we'll get there eventually. This is the traced mural!

I've also been writing a bit!

Eight (sorry not sorry) sentences from Finally (already, always):

"It's fine," he says, "I get it." Then he sits on my bed next to me and tugs my wand from my hand to set it on the nightstand. He presses his thigh to mine to nudge me over. "You know I don't think I've ever heard my dad say the word vampire? Before this summer, I mean. I don't know why. It's not like we haven't always known. Even Mordelia knows, and she's four."

And Six sentences of FirstPrince Soulmate BS, because if you read my last line this week you deserve to know a bit more context. :D

"Oh," Beatrice says on seeing Alex. "My apologies. We were planning on joining you for supper." She turns to Henry, "Did you not tell him?"  "No," Henry says with a quizzical expression, "I did." "Thought you were just being polite," Alex responds as he closes his laptop and stands.

Tagging everyone below the cut even though it's late, because I want to start your Mondays off right, and I'm claiming the ability to brighten your day. Humor me. :D

@stitchyqueer @confused-bi-queer @raenestee @facewithoutheart @whogaveyoupermission

@cutestkilla @hushed-chorus @sillyunicorn @wellbelesbian @basiltonbutliketheherb

@ileadacharmedlife @asocialpessimist @bookish-bogwitch @aristocratic-otter @captain-aralias

@petedavidsonscock @artsyunderstudy @carryonvisinata @takenabackbytuesdays @martsonmars

@nausikaaa @nightimedreamersghost @chen-chen-chen-again-chen @ionlydrinkhotwater @that-disabled-princess

@palimpsessed @fatalfangirl​ @blackberrysummerblog​ @valeffelees @mooncello

@j-nipper-95 @youarenevertooold @emeryhall @talentpiper11 @roomwithanopenfire

@imagineacoolusername @orange-peony @thewholelemon

<3 <3 <3

[warwickroyals]

Sunderland's Royal Jewel Vault (14/∞) ♛

↬ Birthstone of the Month - February - Amethyst

Amethysts are infamously under-represented in the royal vault. Queen Alexandra, the royal magpie, disliked amethysts and believed them to be unlucky. She had several pieces of amethyst jewelry altered or sold. Her tastes dictated jewellery trends within the family for the better part of 60 years. In the early half of the twentieth century, both Matilda Mary and Anne both owned extravagant parures of amethyst jewellery. Those jewels were inherited by cadet branches of the family and eventually drifted away from royal grasp. With no amethyst tiaras to sport, the Glenciarin Demi-Parure remains the only source of amethyst jewellery in the royal vault. The parure once belonged to the Duchess of Glenciarin, mother to King George, and consists of a necklace, a small round brooch, a larger brooch, and a pair of bracelets. Queens Katherine and Irene have each only been seen in the full demi-parure once. Irene also owns an amethyst grape cocktail ring, which she wears infrequently on her right ring finger.

(inspo)

[buckevantommy]

Arranged marriage and online friends au! 😊

Buck realises after two months of emailing back and forth that he doesn't actually know what Tommy looks like. And it's bugging him.

It's not like he wasn't aware of it before; Tommy has been a faceless presence across the digital void, features interchangeable with B-role actors and strangers on the street until Buck had given up trying to put someone else's likeness to someone unlike anyone he's ever met. Still technically hasn't.

After this long, he considers Tommy a friend. Buck just wishes he could put a face to the words.

There have been context clues helping piece together an image of what he might look like - brown hair (at least no one noticed the mud in my hair. I'll have to make sure to schedule time for a shower next time I want to take Annie for a jog in the park before a work event), defined muscles (not that lugging around spare car parts isn't its own workout, but I do have a standing appointment with my trainer to get to. I'm sorry I have to cut this short), tall (Granted, it's easier to get a good look at an engine when you have the height to bend over and not lose your footing) - but no descriptions and definitely no photos (unless you count the pics of his rescue dog Annie and a cameo appearance of his sneakers, which Buck wants to but they don't exactly fill in the blanks).

It probably doesn't matter. It's not like they're ever going to meet in person - Buck is on the west coast and Tommy's on eastern time. They can't just casually meet up for coffee when there's a dozen states between them.

He's not sure Tommy would even want to. Because while Tommy has tossed a few crumbs of his appearance Buck's way over the past eight and a half weeks, Tommy doesn't have to wonder about Buck in return. Because Buck had linked his insta account in his second email. It was the quickest way to show Tommy the state of his beloved Wrangler Renegade given he was at work and it was currently taking up space in Eddie's yard. Tommy sure knows his engines, even from photos that likely didn't show the whole story. With Bobby and Eddie's help (and with Chris being more help than Eddie) they managed to pinpoint the problem thanks to Tommy - something multiple mechanics couldn't nail down let alone fix, instead giving Buck the same excuse of how an old engine with that many miles was bound to give up the ghost sooner or later.

Buck took the jeep up the coast for the first time on his recent 48 off - the first time since his cross-country tour led him to the 118 and a few weeks in she'd stalled out and hadn't been the same since. But there was no sputtering, no chugging fits, no weird noises. Just miles of highway being eaten up under her wheels.

And he couldn't even picture the face of the person he wanted to thank. Maybe it was silly, or petty, but Buck couldn't shake his annoyance at Tommy having never sent him a photo of himself. He totally gets the anonymity of the internet, especially with forums, but he really thought they were becoming friends. Thought they'd keep emailing even if they managed to fix the Renegade.

He also hadn't heard from Tommy in over a week, so maybe that was adding to his irritation. And worry. As soon as they got her running smoothly, Buck posted a video of the jeep to insta and sent Tommy the link. He posted a few more pics of her on the road north and thanked him in the caption:

couldn't have done it without your help T 🌅🚙💻🛠️

Tommy knows how much this jeep means to him, and the more Buck thinks about it the more certain he is that the radio silence isn't like Tommy. He was looking forward to an update! It was the last thing he wrote: Keep me updated!, exclamation mark and all. Maybe he had to go away suddenly for work. Or his computer died. Or his email got hacked. Maybe something happened to him - he could be hurt, or sick, or worse. Maybe he read your emails and saw your posts and knows he fixed the problem so now he's done with you.

Buck stews in that thought longer than he should. It's not impossible, it just. Hurts. He likes Tommy. And screw distance - he wants to keep emailing and getting to know each other. Maybe Buck will get called out east for a nautral disaster (okay, not a great reason) or some kind of specialty training program. Or Tommy will travel out west for work.

Work which he's been pretty vague about, come to think of it. Buck doesn't actually know what he does - some kind of office-type job, going by the mentions of suits and gladhanding. Tommy knows Buck is a firefighter in L.A., but the nature of Tommy's work has been left mostly up to Buck's imagination. Maybe he's a special agent. Or a criminal. Or in witness protection. Or maybe the thought of a secretive existence helps soothe the ache of his abandonment issues; Tommy would reach out if he could but extenuating cirumstances are stopping him.

It happens to be a q-word shift which means no calls to distract him. Pocketing his phone, Buck sinks into the couch and turns on the tv desperate for something to take his mind off Tommy. Taylor Kelly is reporting from the studio these days, no longer chasing stories with a cameraman in a shady white van.

"..And now to political news. Vice President Kinard today announced the long-awaited engagement of his son to the eldest daughter of prominent Senator Olivia Ortiz. Thomas Kinard is the Vice President's only child, and the union is expected to strengthen ties.."

As Taylor talks, photos overlay on-screen: a professional family portrait complete with closed-mouth smiles; a young man - Thomas Kinard - in a khaki flightsuit standing in front of a military chopper; a college graduation gown.

"..Thomas Kinard minored in Mechanical Engineering.."

Another image: tall and broad and now with a mop of brown curls competing in a marathon and helping someone cross the finish line with their arm slung over his shoulders.

It's a minor detail. He doesn't even know why he notices. But Buck's eyes are drawn to his sneakers: Thomas is wearing a black pair with white half-trim and a reflective trapezoid on the heel. Not anything unusual, except that the guy he's helping is wearing a neon yellow pair that somehow didn't catch Buck's attention.

The next image shows an animal shelter and a small crowd of volunteers in candid and posed photos. In one of the candid shots, Thomas can be seen crouching to pet a familiar looking dog.. Annie.

No fucking way.

"..Tommy?"

doing this thing

[wonder-worker]

Angelberga was a peculiarly prominent personality in manifold aspects of European politics [in the late 9th century. Born to the Supponid family of Italy, she married Emperor Louis II and had several opportunities to establish her position as an active and controversial player in the vicissitudes of her husband's reign]. She acted as Louis's regent, accompanied him on expansionary military campaigns in the south of the peninsula and represented him at [congresses, tribunals, and diplomatic negotiations]. Strikingly, she was also the beneficiary of a spectacular collection of charters. Almost one in seven of Louis II’s extant charters were issued in her favour. Angelberga’s conspicuous exploits in the field of charter acquisition did not diminish after the emperor’s death, and this helped her to maintain a position as a key power-broker in Italian politics, control of land [particularly monastic foundations] being a fundamental building-block of power in this period. In the interregnum following 875, during which Charles the Bald of West Francia and Karlmann of Bavaria fought to claim the succession to the heirless Louis, Angelberga herself conducted the negotiations and decided the loyalty of a major sector of the Lombard political community. She maintained this high profile until her death [having supported her son-in-law Boso's quest for power, endured a temporary exile, maintained the support of Pope John VIII, and founded the monastery of San Sisto in the city of Piacenza, where she probably ended her days sometime before 891].

-Simon MacLean, "Queenship, nunneries and royal widowhood in Carolingian Europe"

[sweepingboy]

Mu Qing is putting on a heavy earring, sitting in front of the mirror, when he hears the sound of a door opening. He smiles, knowing exactly what person is able to bypass all of his palace's guards and magical seal.

"I brought you a gift," a low, purring voice confirms his guess.

The god finishes fancying himself and turns around to face the intruder. "Are you trying to buy me, Luo Binghe?" he teases, but the smile leaves his face as soon as his gaze falls on the item in the demon's hands.

Over the man's arm is slung a heavy upper robe. The yellow fabric, no doubt of the finest quality, shimmers in the dim candlelight, and the skillful embroidery on the sleeves is eye-catching. This is not just a beautiful piece; oh no, it was made for someone worthy, a member of the Imperial family. This luxury was familiar to him, he had touched it, a sweetly bitter memory, the brocade of royal attire beneath his fingers.

Mu Qing swallows. "I can't take it," he says, and turns back to the mirror, hiding paled face in hands, refusing to look any longer.

Luo Binghe shifts closer to stand behind him. He puts a heavy hand with black claws on his shoulder, "Why so? You don't like it?"

"N-no! It's beautiful... But I can't wear it, it's inappropriate, a servant-" He stops. The hand squeezes his shoulder. It keeps stroking his arm to comfort him, and finally, Mu Qing is lifting his gaze hesitantly. Luo Binghe lowers himself and finds god's eyes in the mirror. "You were one once", he speaks right into his ear, breath hot, "but for the past 800 years, you've been a god. And the godhood really suits you". Mu Qing is trembling slightly. "Right," he says under his breath.

Binghe's lips stretch into a smile. "Now will you let me dress you up, my Lord?"

[wacky-nameless-inventor-24]

btw the little mushroom patches on witch Fenton’s clothes are done by Gyro :3

[cleoselene]

my internet hot take is that people are too hard on that Luke Combs guy. i don't even know him or his music beyond his cover of Fast Car but Tracy has made it abundantly clear that she has enjoyed this revival of her popular song and she was having a great time on the Grammys, that was also super obvious, and dude was so respectful and was lip-synching along with her when she was doing her bits like a total mark

he's brought her music to a new audience and generation and she's getting some streaming dollars and has been effusive in her praise and what a good time she's having with it, if she's not gatekeeping her music maybe you don't have to?

[slack-wise]

From the Terrible Art in Charity Shops group

[kitwilsonsass]

okay but if pd and c+c switched bodies for a week which pair would do worse dealing with it

[moonypears-blog]

My little pony has recently taken it's hold on me, marking the second childhood show I've come back to, and I've been mixing some of my STF thoughts with MLP thoughts, which has made me think of "Play your part," originally sung by Twilight, Princess Celestia, Princess Luna, and princess Cadence, in the STF world, so here we are!

This was inspired by some of @shychick-52 's posts of mixing scenes/songs from other media with STF characters!

Sofia: It isn't that I'm ungrateful for all the things that I've earned, for all the journeys I have taken, all the lessons that I have learned.

Sofia: But I wonder where I'm going now, what my role is meant to be. I don't know how to travel to a future that I can't see.

Sofia: I have my amulet, I wear this crown. I'm a princess, this is true, but it's still unclear to me just what I am meant to do.

Sofia: I wanna have a purpose, wanna do all that I can, I wanna make a contribution, I want to be a part of the plan.

Miranda: Your destiny's uncertain, and that's sometimes hard to take, but it will become much clearer with every new choice you make.

Amber: But you stand here for a reason, you're gifted and you are strong. That crown is upon your head because you belong.

Miranda, Cedric and Amber: Know that your time is coming soon, as the sun rises, so does the moon. As love finds a place in every heart, you are a princess; you'll play your part.

Cedric: We understand you wanting more, a chance to shine, a chance to soar.

Amber: Soon will come the day it turns around.

Miranda, Cedric and Amber: Know that your time is coming soon, as the sun rises, so does the moon. As love finds a place in every heart, you are a princess; you'll play your part.

Miranda: You are a princess; you'll play your part.

[edennill]

I'm studying rn, and a stone chair/throne being the symbol of suffering and martyrdom came up.

Looking on the internet, this seems to be a pretty fringe symbol, but also -- Húrin????

[house-of-the-lustrous]

It's been, like, 5 years and I've just realised that "house of (the) Lustrous" and "the Lustrous' house" don't mean the same thing.

I went with "house of the lustrous" because it sounded similar to "land of the lustrous". I didn't take into consideration the tittle implies a family (and a rolay one on top of that) and NOT a building, the later being my original intention.

darn