#prince gorm

[deathsweetblossoms]

Taryn and the Ghost by Frostbite Studios

[maingh0st]

absolutely OBSESSED with how many people in the comments of this post are realizing the ghost is hot. like hi friends, I have been a ghost truther since day (page) one, come join me, there’s room enough for all of us <3

[deceitfulapple-eatingscoundrel]

I’ve never seen such perfection.

queen_joey. Visit her Instagram page for closeups.

This one’s my favourite. For obvious reasons 😌

P.S. Just noticed the tiny translucent fairies 🥰

[necromancer-at-abattoir]

Oh my god, I just love Jude and the Court of Shadows so much. I love their dynamic. I would absolutely kill to see Holly Black write short stories centering around them. I love it like the fandom loves Jurdan. It's too good.

[atinycelery]

I love the comradeship of The Bomb and The Roach with Jude

With The Ghost I love how he's Jude's mentor. Someone who taught him, and someone who's half mortal who understands well what it's like to be mortal in Faerie.

He's not called The Ghost for no reason. Obviously it's because he's very good at turning off his gps at being stealthy, and for me it's also because he's kind of harder to read out of the three of Court of Shadows who's close to Jude

Comradeship, understanding, mentor something something

I'd say he's a better mentor to Jude than Madoc but that's only because Madoc has betrayed Jude more than once lol/j

TCP

TWK

QoN

[sweetvillainjude]

Jude + The Ghost

jude and the ghost’s friendship / relationship (whatever you might call it) is actually so underrated. like. hear me out. early in the series, the ghost was one of the first and only people jude ever opened up to. they used to talk about life during spy training together, their memories of the human world. so many of the skills jude uses to survive she learned from him. they’re colleagues, but she thought of the ghost as a friend, in their strange, complex way; he taught her how to shoot a crossbow, how to still her shaking hands.

in one of jude’s most desperate and hopeless moments what she wants is to lay it bare in front of the ghost, ask him to help her so she doesn’t have to face it all alone. she doesn’t, of course—but i still think that’s worth something, that she considered it. jude duarte who relies on no one, who has always had to guard herself against the world. I’ve done a terrible thing, I want to say. Help me.

in that awful scene in wicked king when he gives her up jude’s head is full of a roaring sound, because she thought they were allies, that they were on the same side, that they might have been friends. jude and the ghost were both born in the mortal world, which was one of the things they bonded over. they both did what they had to to survive. she learned so much from him and he respected her and it’s part of the reason it stings so much that he did what he did. “Why?” I ask, hearing Nicasia’s words pounding in my ears like the surf: Someone you trust has already betrayed you.

in queen of nothing the ghost tells her to kill him so he can’t be controlled again, says he’ll show her exactly the place to aim for. he says, “jude?” with all the desperation of a person who has seen their first flicker of hope in a long time. it’s heartbreaking and harrowing and jude’s angry but she won’t do it, of course she won’t, even if she should—because she’s jude, fiercely determined, fiercely loyal.

“I hope betrayal was its own reward.” “Gloat all you like.” His voice is mild. “I deserve it. I know what I did, Jude. I was a fool.”

their relationship was pretty complicated, but one of the most underrated imho. the ghost was one of the most present characters throughout the series and something about the countless nights they spent training—and jude’s thoughts throughout them—always stuck out to me.

He looks up at me in horror. “Then go, Jude. Run.”

[vino---delectable]

I see the ghost likes a woman who can control him. Obviously so does Cardan but I think it fair to mention the ghosts similar desire.

[wintersheiress]

The Ghost

- Larkin Gorm Garret

author: wintersheiress_art on Instagram

proongsjily on Tiktok

[shinebrightruby]

To all the girlies who r just realizing that the ghost is hot......guys

i knew this mf was hawt the second i heard the way he looked, and his personality *chef's kiss*

and yeah he did betray jude in TWK but it all worked out in the end hehe

like, when i was in my delulu era i actually thought he, cardan, and jude would have a love triangle --- COME ON GUYS HE'S FINEEEE

i mean, look at him

[romanovsotma]

Prince Harald of Denmark with his son Prince Gorm of Denmark, 1939.

[justaghostingon]

With Enemies like These Chapter 3

In Which Prince Canute makes an appearance at Gorm High

It goes about as well as you’d expect

Canute stood in front of his closet, paralyzed with indecision. Today would be his first day at school not as Canute Ragnarson, but Prince Canute. After three years of doing the absolute most to not draw attention to himself, he would have to face his peers, pirates and peasants alike, as a prince. Every little thing he did, from the way he walked to what he wore, all of it would reflect back on the Danish crown.

Which led to his current conundrum, staring at his wardrobe and trying to figure out what to wear. Because after all these years of hiding, he had completely over looked what clothing would make him look like a proper, “hip” prince.

He could try asking Harald, as the firstborn who had not been shoved to the side to live on some backwater planet, he had a much better grasp of what was in “style.” But no, he thought as he glanced at his tablet, open to the sibling group chat that Estrid had set up for them all. Harald had been so busy these days, barely even replying to Estrid, much less him. He had better things to do that help his useless younger brother with fashion.

Which left Canute back at square one. With a sigh, he reached blindly into his closet, his fingers running over the fine fabrics. He stopped at the feeling of soft fur beneath his fingers. He pulled out his cloak, soft white fur lining a brilliant red wool that seemed to light up the room.

It had been a gift from Estrid and Harald at his last birthday. Estrid had been quick to clasp it around his shoulders while Harald had bragged that he’d been the one to catch the ice bear who’s fur lined it. The tale had been as wild as it was untrue. No prince had time to hunt down the monsterous ice bears among the frozen rings of the outer planets for there pure white fur, much less managed to stab them through their three hearts in one stroke, dodging all six of the razor-sharp pincers. Father would never have allowed it. They had people for that.

But hidden in the warmth of his cloak, he’d not corrected his brother. Better to pretend they had the time to love each other like that, rather than focus on the harsh truth that come tommorrow they’d be enemies once again.

Shaking his head to clear the memories, Canute swung the cloak on his shoulders, admiring the way it swished at the motion. The red was dashing, the white trim regal. He stood a little taller underneath it, lifting his chin and giving his best princely stare. It almost looked impressive, until one looked beneath the cloak and saw he was still in his pjs.

Feeling a little embarrassed, he looked back into his closet. Maybe he could use his classmates as an example on what to wear. Unbidden, his mind slipped to Thorfinn and the lurid pink patterned shirt. There was no way he was going to wear something like that. But perhaps pink wasn’t a bad place to start. (And he would match Thorfinn, a threacherous part of his mind whispers.) He held up a pink collared shirt against his chest and frowned. No, the pink and the red clashed horribly, making him look like a washed out monochrome. The perhaps a complimentary color instead? He pulled out a soft blue tunic with fine gold thread embroidery. A little oldfashioned, but some skinny jeans should solve that, they never went out of style. Some soft white fur boots to complete the look and he finally felt ready to face the nightmare that was school.

“Ah, my prince!” Ragnar called as Canute stepped into the cozy kitchen, following the sweet scent of freshly cooked food. “I’m so glad you’re up, I was beginning to get worried you were having a relapse.”

“Its nothing,” Canute waved a hand, then stopped short. “Thorfinn?!”

For there he was, sitting at the table, a steaming cup of tea in his hands which he was eyeing like it was some kind of poison. He was back in practical furs, none of his newly discovered pink monstrosity to be seen. -And wasn’t that a tragedy, that the ever closed off Thorfinn would be forced to give up the one new outlet he’s allowed himself? As much as Canute was glad to see the ugly shirt gone, it hurt that he was the cause of it. - He barely glanced up at Canute’s cry, only scowling harder at his tea.

“He showed up half-an-hour ago!” Ragnar smiled, placing a tray of scrambled eggs and thick sausage, seasoned to perfection in front of both boys.

“H-half an hour?” Canute stuttered, heat flooding his cheeks.Thorfinn had been here, waiting while he’s been dallying in front of the mirror. What must he have thought?

He snuck a glance at Thorfinn, mordified, but Thorfinn wasn’t looking, his eyes were fixed on the food on the tray in front of him. His knuckles were white around his tea cup, and Canutr was reminded of Estrid’s pet pooch, with a treat on his nose.

“You can have some,” Canute whispered to Thorfinn. Thorfinn’s eyes snapped to Canute’s then to Ragnar, Suspision clear.

“You heard the prince,” Ragnar gave Thorfinn an encouraging smile. “Eat.”

Thorfinn hesitated for a second, then fell upon the food like a man starved. He had absolutely no table manners to speak of, shoving as much as he could into his mouth with little care for fork or spoon. It was, objectively, disgusting. So Canute really had no idea why he was smiling, and slipping a bit more onto Thorfinn’s plate.

_________

Grom High was worse than Canute expected. Ragnar and he had predicted some things, like the press swarming Ragnar’s clunky hovercraft as he navigated the streets towards it. They’d gotten permission from the principal himself to drive right into the campus, not stopping at the gate like all the other parents had to. Canute knew from experience the tinted windows were cameraflash proof, but that didn’t stop him from sagging down as low as he could in his seat.

Thorfinn, who was sitting up uncomfortably straight, scoffed at Canute’s cowardice before delibrately turning his back to Canute and looking out the window. Canute sank a little further into his seat. He knew he looked pathetic, but Thorfinn didn’t have to rub it in.

When they arrived, the front of the school was strangely deserted, likely another foresight of Ragnar and the principal’s to allow Canute privacy in the undignity of unloading.

It was there, the problems started.

First, Ragnar insisted that Canute couldn’t just get out of the car, he had to be helped out. Specifically by Thorfinn.

“He’s a prince,” Ragnar argued. “It’s tradition.”

“I don’t care,” Thorfinn snarled. “I’m not his servant!”

“Technically,” Ragnar began, but Canute cut him off.

“It’s fine Ragnar,” he said as he carefully swung his legs over the edge of the hovercraft. Then with far more spite them was warranted he added, “Thorfinn can’t help his height.”

It was mean, and something he would absolutely need to confess to the Shepherd in evening prayer, but the stress was getting to him, and Thorfinn’s judgement from earlier still stung.

“I can hold your stupid hand just fine!” Thorfinn snapped, grabbing Canute’s hand and yanking him down to the ground. “I’ll hold it all the way to class! Happy princess?”

So saying, the boy began marching up the stairs, dragging Canute behind him.

“Thorfinn wait!” Canute cried, desperately trying to catch his footing. It would not do for a prince to be seen stumbling after his bodyguard, much less now, when they all knew!

“Thorfinn!” He’s repeated, tugging hard with the hand still clasped in Thorfinn’s smaller one. Canute was by no means stronger than Thorfinn, but the shock of the sudden tug pulled Thorfinn off balance, stumbling to a stop directly beside Canute when the doors swung open.

Thorfinn’s mouth was open, but Canute couldn’t hear his words because the next few seconds were nothing but roars and flashing lights. As Canute blinked his eyes into focus, he saw the entire student body.

Recording him.

On their phones.

While he’s still holding Thorfinn’s hand.

Oh Shepard Almighty, he’s holding Thorfinn’s hand. He should let go. He needs to let go. Why isn’t he letting go? Everytime he tries, his fingers won’t budge, they just hold Thorfinn’s even tighter. Thorfinn isn’t even holding his anymore, its all Canute’s grip keeping them together.

He needs to let go.

He can’t.

There are to many voices clamoring for his attention, to many faces staring with to many eyes and it’s as if all that is keeping him grounded is the feeling of Thorfinn’s rough palm under his. He can’t let go. He’s trapped.

He hears the soft brush of Thorfinn’s hair on fur and out of the corner of his eye he can tell the other boy has turned his head to look at him. But Canute can’t look back at him, can’t even speak, frozen in a fear greater even than when they stood against Thorkell. And Thorfinn must find him such a coward for that but he can’t help it. Thorkell was scary and loud, but he never held any expectations for Canute outside of being his kidnapping victim. Unhinged, but unjudgmental.

His classmates would not be so merciful.

Thorfinn is still watching him. Then his whole body tightens beside Canute, a ripple of muscle he feels through the slight squeeze of his hand.

“What in Hel are you looking at?” He snarls to the crowd. Gotta problem?”

The crowd goes silent. No one so much as breathes.

“That’s what i thought.” Thorfinn grumbles. “Now SCRAM.”

Their classmates scatter. Some even running into each other in their haste to get away from Thorfinn. It seems their fear of him outweighed their curiosity over Canute.

Canute feels light headed. Was it really that easy? All those times with the press and the pushy nobles…Did he just need a grumpy Space pup to scare then away?

“C’mon.” Thorfinn said, pulling Canute forward once again. “Just because I gotta babysit your ass doesn’t mean im gonna ruin my perfect attendance.”

A hysterical giggle forces his way through Canutes lips. “No. We wouldn’t want that.”

Thorfinn scowls at him, trying to work out why he laughed, before tugging him forward once again. Canute lets him, feeling oddly light.

Neither of them let go the whole walk to class.

[lyra-kane]

The ghost is the most handsome one. You can't change my mind😞💞

Lovers of Elfhame by Frostbite Studios

[maingh0st]

my name is whatever you decide

a slow-burn taryn/ghost fic that takes place over several years. introspective & character-focused, but there are other tfota characters and a bit of elfhame intrigue as a treat

A young woman is standing in the middle of the pergola, softly illuminated, looking like a spring bloom amidst the dull browns and grays. Taryn Duarte: husband-slayer, betrayer of the crown, and the only mortal who's ever wielded his true name. He has made a careful habit of watching her from afar. It's common sense to keep his eyes on a potential threat.

now COMPLETE on ao3 🖤

[deceitfulapple-eatingscoundrel]

“There’s the lean, handsome faerie that looks at least part human, who winks and tells me to call him the Ghost. He has sandy-colored hair, which is normal for a mortal but is unusual for a faerie, and ears that come to very subtle points.”

courtmakes_art.

[necromancer-at-abattoir]

Heather, Cardan and Garrett meetings

Ok, so we have Vivienne, Jude and Taryn-

But who's going to give me Cardan, Heather and the Ghost?

I NEED to see interactions with Cardan and Heather, I just feel like they would be hilarious. Like Cardan would casually be explaining something odd about Faerie, or something bad that Jude did (murder for politics, IDK) and Heather would be terrified. And maybe the Ghost would be comforting her or something. And Vivienne would be furious afterwards.

Oh my god, Duarte sister spouses meetings would be so funny. I'd love to be a fly on the wall to see all of them meet.

[undertalesyafiqah12]

Well come to think about it.

Gormiti Nature Unleashed is roughly 11 years old now and one of the first gormiti series to actually animated in 3d.

But this gormiti is also one of the gormiti universe to actually only have one season unlike other all gormiti series who had more than 2 series.

Think about it again, I think GNU series is very rushing than others.

If we take a look at the GNU map in ep2:

There's no way the four princes would have an adventure to find each other or just want to defeat Magor. Well, other than they have a freaking vehicle to travel.

Ik the series itself is bad animation because of lack of quality and stuff (keep in mind GNU is in 2012, it's not as good as now)

But we all agree that GNU deserves some revamped of the storyline.

Like keep the original storyline but adding some details here and there. Adding more characters for more fun, some politics stuff and some backstory. (Keep in mind our main characters ARE princes, at least it's obvious for Piron, Notics and Argom, who this guy doesn't even care about warriors and politics. Tasaru being a prince without any reasonable answer is weird. We need some more explanation for him.)

And what happened to the end? As we all know that all gorms (except fire tribes) are living in Earth Kingdom as it's the only kingdom who's survived. Did the princes does the same thing as the past lords? Like no longer uses the button thing? (idk what it's called lol.) Did they give the power to the next generation (Like let's be real, we don't exactly know how the lords power works. But I don't think the power can be use by anyone because the lords can call their tribes. It must be a genetic stuffs bc of the chosen one stuff.)

But it's just my own opinions. But let me know other stuffs that's on your head.

{A/N: Since GNU series starts at 17 September 2012, GNU is still 11 y/o until that date arries.}