#noble standard

[thenoblestandard]

If Only My Heart Could Speak

And the second of the two fics from last year

Parties weren’t entirely Charlotte’s thing, something the ginger had picked up in the years of knowing her. This led to the two taking a stroll through the practically empty garden, save for a few. Two of those being the pair's mothers. It was obvious to everyone say for the two involved that there were feelings beyond simple friendliness.

Though it seemed the two couldn’t be denser to the other’s feelings. So upon hearing her son plot to confess to the young lady, Ferdinand’s mother simply had to jump on the chance to witness it. Along with asking Charlotte’s mother to come along to help keep an eye on them.

Charlotte clung to Ferdinand’s arm as he led her to the large fountain in the middle of the said garden. Though the gesture had no other meaning besides simply making sure she didn’t trip over her poofy gown, it made Ferdinand’s heart race. It wasn’t like this was the first time they had done this. So why was he suddenly nervous? Why was he suddenly feeling rather hot? It had just been chilly, hence why his overcoat was draped over Charlotte’s shoulders.

The brunette carefully let go of his arms before sitting down on the ledge of the fountain, sighing. She lifted the skirt of her dress as she began carefully removing her heels. “Honestly, I’m sooo glad we got out of there. Any longer and you’d have to carry me around.” She joked, setting her shoes beside her.

Ferdinand let out a slightly nervous laugh as he sat beside her. “And I’d happily carry you, after all, I’m sure heels aren’t very easy to walk in, I did watch you almost fall several times.” He teased. Charlotte pouted as she gently shoved his side.

“Oh, hush! Says the man who wore RIDING BOOTS to a party!” She retorted.

“That was one time, and you were distracting me!” The two then burst into laughter, not a care in the world. Though once the laughter died down, Ferdinand seemed to remember the other reason he had brought the brunette out to the garden. He looked at his lap, his hands grabbing at his thighs as he went into thought about how he planned on doing this. It didn’t take too long before Charlotte moved closer to him, placing one of her gloved hands onto his own gloved hand.

“Is something wrong?” She asked, looking up at his face. Ferdinand shook his head as he quickly looked at her.

“N-no! I mean, No, no, everything is fine, I was just lost in thought, that’s all,” He replied as he found himself admiring the way she seemed to sparkle under the moonlight. “Though I appreciate the concern, I assure you I’m fine.” Charlotte nodded as she kept her hand upon his, before looking towards the flowers before them once more. At this point, not only were their mothers observing the two, but their fathers had also joined in on the observation. Though they weren’t as aware of what was going on, simply that it seemed to be of some sort of importance if their wives deserted the party for it. Ferdinand followed her gaze as he pondered a moment. “Well… There is something that has been troubling me…”

Charlotte quickly turned her gaze to the ginger once more. “Is it anything I could help with?” She asked, curiosity and a tinge of worry filling her eyes. Eyes the ginger found himself lost in far more than he’d care to admit to anyone.

“Well, it’s not really a problem, per se.” He responded as he tugged on the collar of his dress shirt. Charlotte tilted her head, confusion written as clear as day on her face.

“Then what is it?”

Ferdinand bit his inner cheek as he stared at her. “How do I go about this?...” He muttered. He then turned towards her, gently holding her hands in his own. It was like nothing else existed and time stopped as the two sat there and stared at one another, waiting for what was to come. “Charlotte, I feel as though I’ll die if I don’t tell you this.” He sighed, watching as Charlotte scooted closer to her. Their parents seemed to hold their breath as they anxiously watched the two. “I…I love you.” He muttered softly.

He stiffened up a bit as the brunette went silent, his heart practically dropping out of fear he did something wrong. Their parents also feared for the brunette’s response. It was only a moment before Charlotte burst into laughter as she tossed herself onto the ginger. Her arms wrapped around his neck as she pulled him into her embrace. “Oh, you don’t know how happy I am to hear that!” She chirped, looking up at him. “I was honestly so scared you wouldn’t feel the same yet here we are!” She giggled

Ferdinand chuckled softly as he looked down at her, relief washing over him knowing she felt the same. A smile coated his face as he gently lifted a hand to cup one of her cheeks. His thumb began to rub her soft freckled skin as he stared at her eyes before glancing at her lips. “I know this may be a bit forward but… May I kiss you?” He quietly asked. Charlotte’s eyes twinkled slightly as she nodded.

“Yes, of course, you can.” She whispered ever so softly. He leaned in slowly, just in case she changed her mind last second. Though she never did, their lips met as he carefully pulled her closer.

But such a tender moment was cut rather short by the excited squeals of their mothers. The two quickly pulled away from one another, their cheeks becoming a tinted pink.

The two adult males sighed, though they seemed to have expected such to have happened. Charlotte’s father then turned to Ferdinand’s father with the smallest of smiles coating his lips. “Well then, it seems we will be picking up that discussion of an arranged marriage.”He noted as he adjusted his jabot. The shorter noble nodded.

“And I assume we’ll also be including them in the said discussion?” He asked only to get a hum in response.

[astrhae]

"she was my best friend in the whole wide universe. i absolutely love her. oh. mmm. do i say things like that now? she's so ordinary, she's brilliant." currently going absolutely feral over donna noble, temp from chiswick, making the same choice over and over again, and holding the doctor to his mark over and over again. donna noble who, in the fires of pompeii, made that choice to sacrifice pompeii for the world --- who saw her world burn around her just as the doctor saw gallifrey burn around him

donna noble who made the doctor save just someone. who still chose to be kind and brave and human and loving even in her grief and heartbreak -- donna who crashes back into the doctor's life for a third time and shows him through her choices that this is the doctor. not a god, just someone ordinary. someone scared and flawed and fallible, but someone who ultimately tries anyway. someone who despite and in spite and because of the broken world still cares enough to try and save it

and the doctor. the doctor, who doesn't know who he really is anymore, who spent the past hundreds of years without donna -- the doctor, who said virtue is virtue in extremis. without witness and without reward -- he finally tells her, no.

no, this isn't who the doctor is. this is who donna turned the doctor into. this is who he is because of her. and it's finally time to make amends

[angelwingtrap]

Victarion being pleased with his big meaty brain for coming up with religionmaxxing (sacrificing to nine gods at the same time) is a great time to reflect on how Victarion is the second most normal son of Quellon Greyjoy.

[al-kol-eleh]

Hen Mazzig

[infiniteglitterfall]

pretty please, my fellow progressives

Could we please all keep in mind that the concept of "The Jews In General, or A Specific Type Of Jew, Controls Education, Government, Media, and/or Banking", is a longstanding antisemitic trope?

And most of all, that it is false??

No, a marginalized group does not also control education, the government, the media, and/or banking?

No, Jews do not secretly control these things and just pretend to be marginalized? No, Jews have not secretly been accumulating power since the Holocaust, granted by too-generous gentiles, out of pity?

No, it isn't better if you just mean a specific subgroup or kind of Jews. It's still specifically Jews.

It's like when people who hate trans/queer people are fine with rich white cis gay men. So they think it's not bigoted to blame "people with blue hair and pronouns" for the downfall of society.

We all know this means, "I only see some of you as human like me. You have to speak and act a certain way to count. Everyone in your group has to pass a test to get into the Good group."

Doesn't work.

Sure, it gives them plausible deniability to the people who matter to them. But everyone else can see exactly how they feel.

We've all known for years that it's bad to think of a marginalized group as having some "good ones." Rein it the heck in, please.

Because YES, all of those examples are ones I've seen implied, or stated outright, over and over, within the progressive community. This month alone.

[puppmeo]

Catherine Tate has no clue what happened on Doctor Who. She just showed up, served cunt, then left to go do a Shakespeare play or something

[fidgetspringer-art]

The Shimmer Shields - Uniform design

[qoppybirdie]

Posting more spot art I did for the Noble Standard Zine!

I believe this was my first time ever attempting sylvains full crazy set of armor HAAHAHA.........boy.

I also really love the fic I drew this for. It explores the unspoken dark effects the Lance of Ruin has on its wielder. It eats away at Sylvain until Ferdinand points him to a better path. You can give it a read on Ao3 now ~ Purest Power by sleeperbyday

Leftovers are still open! Check it out here or alternatively check out @NobleTrioZine on Twitter✨Theres only a few bundles left!

[smhalltheurlsaretaken]

I think Xenk Yendar would make a fantastic Jedi. If any of you care.

[ichorandpride]

white guy defeated, though i did have to show him my ass...

[jerreeeeeee]

lou’s character work is always incredible but his choices for deli are so interesting and only work in this setting with this timeskipping plotline. starting out as this idealistic and driven young man who’s also a little inexperienced and naive and turning him gradually into a bloodthirsty warlord completely consumed by his own ambition to the point where he’s lost himself completely and the only way he can weather his transformation is by finding a savage joy in it is so appropriate for the ravening war setting its a tragedy but its inevitable that war turn him into this and the worst part is that he’s not even special. this is happening all over the world to all kinds of people because there are forces bigger than them that they desperately want to control and some of them, like amethar, are forced into it rather than following their ambition into that despair, but plenty of people, likely including belizabeth, focaccia, basha, and definitely karna in a different (although maybe more fucked up) way are following that exact same path

[thenoblestandard]

Golden Hour

One of two fics I posted to Ao3 last year. I want to eventually write more for them soon qwq

Normally, Ferdinand prided himself in his noble behavior. So why had he gone against it and snuck out his fiancee while their parents spoke? Something that seemed to confuse Charlotte as well. But, at the same time, she’d much rather whatever he had planned to listening to their father bicker about the dates and arrangements of their wedding. So she rather willingly followed along, curiosity getting the better of her.

Though that had been some time ago, now they found themselves wandering through a forested area near Charlotte’s estate. Ferdinand would have loved to say he knew where he was leading her. Keyword, would. Yet, here he was, leading her along a stream, not quite sure where they’d stop. Neither seemed to care, perhaps, they should have. Though that wasn’t something they decided to consider, the other company seemed to be enough. Maybe that was why he had led her out this far. The desire to have her company to himself, though selfish as it was. But he’d allow himself that if only just this once.

Whatever silence was between them was broken by the rustling of a bush and the squeak of the brunette as she clung to his arm. “Are you alright? You aren’t hurt are you?” He asked. Though he was positive they both had seen the culprit that had startled her, being a decent-sized hare.

Charlotte nodded as she pulled away from him. Her cheeks dusted in a soft pink hue as she looked away from him. “I’m- I’m fine, just a little startled.” She sheepishly replied. If he was honest he found this rather sheepish side of her to be rather cute. He’d never say that aloud, as he didn’t wish to embarrass her, but he truly found it cute.

“If you insist, though if clinging to me brings you comfort, please feel free to.” The ginger only slightly teased. A soft huff left the brunette as she gently shoved him.

“Ha-ha-ha, you’re soooo funny.” Charlotte huffed, crossing her arms. Though an amused smile had coated her lips. For as much as she wanted to be even the slightest bit upset with him, she couldn’t bring herself to. He had certainly picked up on it, though had no plans on pointing it out. It’d remain a little unspoken secret between them. The comfortable silence between them returned once more as they continued their walk.

It hadn’t taken much longer for the duo to come upon a clearing. Upon noticing it the brunette turned to him. “Is this where you were taking me?” She asked.

“It is,” Ferdinand replied, simply deciding it was then and there. Though he knew they both knew it hadn't been the intention, to begin with. Neither seemed to care regardless. Upon walking into the clearing a spark of excitement seemed to fill Charlotte’s eyes. A giggle left her as she spun around after having run off ahead of him.

The sound of the gentle stream flowing filled the air as he stared at her. Maybe it was the lighting of the golden hour itself. But he could have sworn her skin was coated in the saint hint in glitter. What else could have made her shine the way she was? Then once she turned to him, oh once she turned to him. The softness of her gaze, the way it was laced with hints of love and adoration. Perhaps, just maybe, it wouldn’t have hurt to linger in her company a while longer. If anything, this made him long to live this moment forever.

“Is something the matter?” Her voice rang, breaking his haze.

“No, no, the opposite actually…everything is perfect.” He replied in a soft voice. This, in turn, caused her to laugh and shake her head.

“I don’t understand you sometimes. Though maybe that’s what I like about you.” She playfully scoffed. She then looked at the sky before frowning a bit. “Oh, it seems to be getting late… Maybe the next time you come around, we could leave a bit sooner and spend a bit more time here.” Charlotte sighed.

“I’d like that if only you’d want that,” Ferdinand replied as he smiled at her. Giggling softly, Charlotte nodded.

“Then it’s a date, I suppose.” She walked over to him, carefully taking his hand into hers. A small blush found itself coating his cheeks. Though he rather dumbly nodded after slightly calming himself. A soft snicker left the brunette as she smiled at him. She had rarely seen the ginger flustered, or at least flustered over something so small. Though with that the two had made their way through the forest once more.

Upon finally exiting the forest, the two were greeted by the sight of lanterns and the sight of their fathers. A soft laugh left Charlotte as she looked at Ferdinand. “It seems like our lack of presence didn’t go unnoticed.”

Ferdinand nodded as he smiled softly. “It does, we did leave for quite some time. Though, if I'm honest, I regret nothing. I’d happily do this a thousand times if it gave me just mere moments more with you.” Glancing at her, he noticed not only the soft blush coating her cheeks but also the twinkle in her eyes. He wanted to assume it was just his imagination, but he couldn’t help but cling to the thought of it.

“Well… If we’re being honest, I wouldn’t mind doing it either.” Charlotte replied, twirling a strand of her hair. She seemed to ponder something for a moment. Upon noticing, Ferdinand was about to ask if something was the matter. That was before she pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. She was then quick to call out to her father before sprinting her way over to him, leaving the ginger speechless.

Gently placing his hand against said cheek as it heated up, Ferdinand chuckled. “What a woman…” He softly muttered to himself. Calling out to her to wait up, he then followed after her, entwining his hand in hers once more.

[arttsuka]

The way I would gladly drop like 300€ to get one of these limited edition journal 3. It's not even funny at this point I need it now I want it injected in my blood

[labyrynth]

ok so your first problem was assuming mdzs is a story where Good People are Rewarded and Bad People are Punished.

your second problem was assuming that MXTX—who goes out of her way to showcase unresolved, tragic, undeserved endings in all of her works—would ever write a story with such a shallow notion of “deserving.”

the only reason wangxian makes it out unscathed is because they’re literally the protagonists. authorial intent and plot armor ensure their happy ending. that’s it.

[al-kol-eleh]

Scion of Zion

[schneiderenjoyer]

With Uluru Games event finally hitting global, we're having round two of the discussion on the new skins and how much talk of "they wouldn't wear this" or "it's clearly pandering"

While I agree to those statements, I also wanna entertain being a devil's advocate in saying that... Dikke would totally wear that. Like, not as a casual thing, but you gotta understand that if she were to participate in the Uluru games, she must abide by the dress code. And, yeah it's far more "modernizes" to appeal to people just to purchase them, but have you seen the female sport uniforms it's based on? The women actually do wear bloomers of some kind. The top and how squished and exaggerated her proportions became are my biggest gripe out of the design.

There's also a lot of topics on the fact their artstyle gave Dikke and Tooth Fairy some "enhancements" to parts and I agree that's unnecessary, but also I like to be delusional and believe they've been given proper support on their chest for the sport activities if you can even consider whatever tf straps is on Dikke to be support.

Overall, I do say some parts of the designs are in poor taste and clearly meant to boost the "appeal" to get people to buy them, but also y'all have me confused as to why people think Dikke wouldn't wear a uniform regulated by the event she's participating in. Reservations over it aside, she's there to throw a heavy ass javelin at the end of the day; controversial outfit for a medieval era woman or not.