#prince of sylvan

[noahhawthorneauthor]

watch your purse, and your heart 💰🗡️🪙📚🏳️‍🌈

[lucabyte]

a false anachronism

[extraordinary-heroes]

Artist Showcase: Zao Dao

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Lust for Gold (1949) S. Sylvan Simon and George Marshall

January 4th 2025

[crownedcupidd]

Your art is lovely!! I really like all your OCs, I'd like to know what's up with the sad one in the armor and the purple one if you'll tell me!

thank you!! I would love to yap about these two :3

First up, the angel in the armour's name is Alden, whose species was synthetically created by a god named Dalton for the purposes of hunting down and killing Progenies.

Knight/soldier type deal who, like the rest of his species, was born to fight and is very good at it - they are able to directly wield a substance called Ichor, which is the fundamental fuel for magic in this world (Gods have a lot of this in their blood, which is why they're so powerful), which they then use to form weapons and their golden armour.

Over time, Alden felt that this cycle of violence and fighting was doing more harm than good, and eventually exiled himself from his god and his people.

Dalton goes missing at some point, which becomes the catalyst to the downfall of his species - Alden very well could be the only one left.

An Event™ causes Alden to have his left wing completely mangled, and leading him to believe that he is a failure. He is left lost in the ruins of his people and his beliefs.

Eventually meets a weird pink moth guy and he's doin a lil better now. Not as optimistic as he used to be but still tries to do good.

unfortunately don't have any recent doodles of him to post with this so erm erm erm uhm uhm moving on -------------------------

The purple one goes by "The Prince". I'll keep this a bit vague since I was planning on chatting about him a bit more in the future. The Prince is only one half of the whole!! He is a Progeny, which you can kind of think of as like a demon/demigod type creature that are born in...strange situations involving mortals somehow surviving coming into contact with something that their bodies & minds cannot handle. (cough). This also almost always involves a near-death experience. He was originally born as elven royalty but then Bad Things Happen, naturally.

Once upon a time, The Prince basically appeared out of nowhere and then went on a warpath. Would show up and kingdoms crumbled around him. He very quickly became notorious as a terrible omen and a creature to be avoided at all costs.

Until one day The Prince completely vanished - and hasn't been seen since.

In reality, he ended up sealing away the majority of his power and has since stayed in a smaller form more reminiscent of what he looked like before his original transformation:

He goes by the name Sylvan - he considers himself and "The Prince" two separate entities (hence, the pseudonym). Bit of a hermit and rarely makes appearances - "Sylvan" is still quite well-known, but the realities of his true self have mostly been lost to time.

He is still able to use some of his abilities but they come at a much steeper cost. He has managed to carefully build up a reputation of strength and cruelty for himself despite his weakened state which wards off the majority from attempting to come after him for any reason. He often puts up an act when in public for this reason.

Like most progenies, the exact workings of his magic are mostly a mystery - but the vast majority have some inkling that he is able to affect the mind in some way.

[katherineameliaa]

Quinn reminds me of Cos and I think that’s why I like him so much.

[oswanily]

What’s up with stray pets and pregnant Cornwell women?

[dolentends]

❝ think you forgot , ❞ irritable flicker , ❝ i don't care what you do . as long as you stay out of my way . ❞

[petricorah]

a while ago i had an idea to add all my favorite manga cliches to a story and draw manga scenes. i did a bunch of planning and wrote 15k words in prose form...and didn't draw them very much. in an effort to hold myself accountable for starting to draw them again, i thought i'd post them!

edit: fic here!

story details:

Robin is a kind (albeit frequently tardy) apothecary at the Royal Palace. One day, while stealing Palace materials to heal a commoner, he finds himself bathed in a shimmer of light. When he wakes up, he's told that he's the Saint, an honor bestowed rarely across generations, and he has the power to heal anyone he touches. He's overjoyed to have the ability to help people--until he realizes that the king plans to limit Robin's powers to aid in his war. Can he continue to stick to his ideals now under the king's thumb and with constant threats to his life from neighboring kingdoms and power-hungry nobles?

Cassian is the illegitimate second son of the king. He's been in love with Robin ever since they first met as children. After being sent away to the military at a young age, he returns to the palace to find that Robin has fallen in love with Sylvan, Cassian's older brother and the crown prince. He can't stand watching Robin fall for someone who is clearly using him, but he also can't bring himself to abandon the person he cares about. He decides to serve as Robin's guard, even though his personal affections might endanger his own life.

Sylvan is the heir to the throne, and his parents are beginning to call on him to prepare more for this role. This includes ending his casual days doing as he desires...and finding someone to marry. Thrust into a political battle between nobles, torn between his father and mother's ideals, and confused about his feelings for Robin, he struggles to make the right choices.

Soffietta is betrothed to the crown prince, a position many women would kill for. (Something she's been told several times.) Maybe she would have been okay with it--if her parents didn't tear her away from her girlfriend on the eve of her engagement in order to put this political marriage in motion. Furious at losing her chance at happiness with the woman she loves, she decides she's going to play this political game just until she can find a way to get the hell out of there.

extras:

relationship vibes sketch

soffietta early design and info

[jules-writes-stories]

Just Enough Light to Cast Shadows

Azriel x Eris

Chapter 34

The sky was a gray blanket, and thunder rolled over sloping hills. Rain pelted Gwyneth Berdara as she led a dozen Valkyries along the Eastern Front of the Autumn Court's seat of power. They were bolstered by another fifteen female Illyrians, led by her sister-in-arms. Emerie studied a map, leathers gleaming in the rain.

“Where is Nesta?” The Illyrian asked, not looking up from the soaked parchment. She wiped the water from her face with her sleeve. 

“I don’t know, but I hope she gets here soon.” Gwyn’s voice was clear and strong. She looked around at the females, standing at attention, armed and ready to take on Prythian’s most powerful, ancient, and cruel male. Her heart ached with pride. 

“Did you think I would miss taking down this bastard?” Nesta Archeron asked from behind as the Valkyries turned to see their friend. She was fully armed, Ataraxia strapped to her back, and her spine of steel was unbent. 

The ranks of female warriors stood at attention upon Nesta’s appearance, seeming to walk through a rip in the world. And there they stood, these living legends of their time—the Illyrian Valkyrie who carried her broken wings like a throne, the Warrior Priestess, and Lady Death herself. 

Day and Dawn Court sentries, golden armored and stoic, lined up along the Western Walls as Summer, Spring, and Winter approached the North and South. The Forest House was surrounded, and Prythian united in its cause to take the High Lord from his Court. 

For leading the charge was Eris, their prince and general, in a full suit of golden armor. To his right was Sylvan Vanserra, and to his left, hair braided to her head in a coronet that gleamed as bright as any crown, was their Lady.

The three royal High Fae stopped at the gates of the Forest House. Eris dismounted and stood, but Amaya Vanserra's voice rang out. “Sons of Autumn lay down your arms. Stand with your Lady, princes, court, and Fae.” 

Thanks to everyone still on this journey with me. Special thank you to my beloved @pippsmcgee for beta reading and friendship ♥️

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[noahhawthorneauthor]

“The choices I made were mine and mine alone. Whether it’s because of the fucked chemicals in my brain that I ignored or the lack of self-worth I had, or maybe a little bit of both, I spiraled, and it wasn’t for a lack of support. I just didn’t know how to live. I still don’t, but I’m getting better. I’ve asked for help and everything. Where I was going with this, is that I know when it feels like the end. But I can promise you, there’s always another road. Don’t give up yet.”

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Quote from Phantom and Rook.

It is Suicide Awareness Month, and this is a topic that is incredibly close to my heart. I could give you numbers and websites, but if you're anything like me, talking to a stranger does nothing to bring you back from the cliff. If that works for you, please, take the help.

But I find comfort in books. I always have. As I've gotten older, I've become more comfortable reaching out to those close to me. I've found that simply saying, 'I'm not having a good day today,' and acknowledging that to those around me, and myself, is enough to keep me from spiraling. I don't need words, I know the storm will pass.

But company is always welcome, as are books.

Check TW for all of these.

[anniflamma]

HEY ! okay so this is rlly random but i was wondering if u had any book .. well really any piece of media that has to do with ur interests and the ships you like? ik u get stuff from the bible and etc but i need more content of Jonathan and David , you have me invested.  😭

Heheh! You have come to the right place!

First of all, the book that truly put me in a chokehold is The Prince's Psalm by Eric Shaw Quinn.

I was hooked and read it in less than a week. I think it's really well written in both storytelling and character development.

Then we have Beloved King: A Queer Bible Musical by J. Sylvan. Right now, there is only a demo with 6 songs. But I'm really eager for it to get a full release one day.

Then we have the opera David et Jonathas by Charpentier! I know it's an opera, but seriously, it's really good, and I'm gonna be honest, the song when Jonathan dies made me ugly cry. It's an opera, so they play heavily on the tropes. Jonathan plays the almost feminine damsel and David is the hero. Saul is the over protective/paranoid father role.

I do have a much detailed review of these 3 adaptations from my Rating the most gayest King David adaptions. The other movies - adaptations there are for the memes.

Then we have books that I haven't read but want to: The Secret Chord by Geraldine Brooks and How Are the Mighty Fallen by Thomas Burnett Swann. I know that How Are the Mighty Fallen portrays David and Jonathan's relationship as romantic, but I'm not so sure about The Secret Chord. In case you are interested, you could take a look?

I also recommend non-fiction works such as Jacob's Wound: Homoerotic Narrative in the Literature of Ancient Israel by Theodore W. Jennings Jr. This book focuses on ancient Canaanite culture and narrative storytelling, explaining why David and Jonathan would be considered queer in that time. It's really interesting and provides some key details. The author mostly talks about the dynamics between David/Jonathan, Samuel/Saul, and Elisha/Elijah. But he also discusses Joseph and his gender nonconformity, as well as Ruth/Naomi.

And this is kind of non-David/Jonathan related, but I do really recommend the podcast It's in the Book: A Queer Bible Podcast. It's by the same person who's making the Beloved King musical. It has only 2 seasons and covers only Genesis, but gosh… I learned so much about queer themes in the Bible that, well, nobody really talks about. Like God having a womb, or Rebecca being called a twink 20 times, or the idea that Joseph and Dinah's souls were switched in the womb, explaining why Joseph is very feminine presenting. It's genuinely a really good podcast.

[unanswered-stars]

The Ending of Darkness

Mithras x Sylvan

This little drabble is brought to you courtesy of the lovely @jules-writes-stories and her wonderful OCs from Just Enough Light to Cast Shadows that I have simply fallen in love with.

Read here on ao3 or below the cut

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The plink, plink, plink, of water on stone rang loudly through the dark cavern. Stale air heavy with the stench of rot and fear coated the very walls. The smallest twinkle of jade peered from the shadows, the only spot of brightness in the small space.

Ragged breath passed through pale pink lips, the sound of hurt, loneliness, and desperation, a whisper in a windless world.

Memories danced between the spaces of nothing and darkness in the depths of the mountain.

Flashes of Auburn hair wrapped around long pale fingers. The faint scent of wood smoke, cinnamon, and pears tickled his nose. Warm arms wrapped tightly against his chest, drawing him closer to the peaceful sleeping fae beside him. Russet eyes swimming in so much love and affection he could have drowned in it.

The taste of salt on a tongue darting out to wet parched lips. A grime-covered hand swept away another tear before it joined the first, pressing against those jade eyes until stars danced behind closed lids.

The only feeling beyond his own skin was the stones of the floor below. No longer did a smile radiating joy and love warm the depths of his soul, instead the cold stones leached away any warmth and stole it away to places unknown till he was nothing more than a shivering mass of limbs.

A soft smile curving those perfect pink lips. Strong hands grasped in his own, guiding him through the Autumn woods. Gentle fingers against his jaw pushing their kiss deeper. A gentle melody floated on the winds as the prince hummed an ancient lullaby against his pointed ear long after he thought the darkling was sleeping.

Lithe fingers tangled in pale blonde hair, tearing from the root as though he could rip the memories away with his bare hands.

There was no returning from what he had done. No apology he could utter. No depth to which he could grovel would be a sufficient covering for his sins.

Should he ever be blessed by the presence of those beloved russet eyes they would hold nothing but hatred and sadness for what he had broken.

For he had broken a precious thing. A sacred thing. The only good thing that had ever happened to him in the entirety of his long life and he had broken it.

He did as he had always done. He lied.

“I do not love you. I could never love you.”

He had broken the only pure and lovely thing that willing wandered into his darkness and accepted him for what it was. Something he was undeserving and unworthy of in every way and yet he had been given it all and more only to turn and run away from the only one who had ever truly loved him.

So there he sat, alone, in the dark, broken for centuries untold. Until his body became one with the mountain once more and his soul was swept away beyond the edges of the world.

There was no moment of silence or great pause, life kept on, unchanging, as the soul raced the stars across the night sky.

But somewhere, deep in the forest of Autumn, a gentle voice filled with pain, sadness, and longing sang a lullaby long forgotten.

The winds of the world swept up the quiet song, flying alongside the soul between the stars as the rays of the sun made their way into the sky. And at last, Mithras could rest.

Characters by @jules-writes-stories

Drabble, moodboard, and all quotes within moodboard are from yours truly

[rollforfelicity]

This Saturday I'm playing Egress, by @dexdavican! Egress is (as you can probably tell from the graphic above, a Homestuck fan game that uses the Powered by the Apocalypse system. I'm running a Homestuck one-shot because I hit my fundraising goal for the PCRF and because sometimes I say things and then have to do them.

Becca is an incredible TTRPG player and one of the big reasons I'm playing this game (because he donated the final $20 to hit the fundraising goal). He'll be playing Vethus Ilmaar, the Page of Blood. As soon as Becca saw the Page move "Hunk In Distress," he knew what class he was playing.

This will be my first time playing with Holly, but in our session zero they immediately blew me away with their Homestuck knowledge and anecdotes about their history with the webcomic and fandom. They will be playing Saga Devlin, the Prince of Void (and the only Human in this game of SBURB).

The last player for the game is Maxx, who I haven't played a game with before, but who I've watched GM and am extremely excited to share a table with! Maxx will be playing Cygnus Sylvan, the Rogue of Time. How will this session of SBURB fare with a Time player but no Space player? We will see!

[fang-and-feather]

Names of my OCs

Just a brief post fir me not to forget them before I can make full introductions, especially the new ones

Carina Corale - Third royal child from Indicolite, Birth Kingdom: Indicolite, Family from: Indicolite, Paired with: Leon in normal canon, Silvio in fantasy AUs

Altair Galioto/Corale - Carina's younger twin brother, same info, but was kidnapped as a child and lived most of his life in another country, hence the dual surname, Paired with: Mireille

Julya Corale - Second royal child of Indicolite, Carina and Altair's older sister, same info as them, Paired with: Rio

Yara Sylvan - Birth Kingdom: Indicolite, Family from: Mother from Indicolite, Father from Schrol, Paired with: Clavis

Rosalina Sylvan - Yara's younger sister, same info, Paired with: Nokto

Alma Olize - Second princess of Schrol, Birth Kingdom: Schrol, Family from: Schrol, Paired with: Chevalier

Linet Kaji - Birth Kingdom: Rhodolite, Family from: Mother from the royal family of the lost kingdom of Adamite (she doesn't know) - maternal grandfather from Obsidian, - Father from Kogyoku, Paired with: Licht

Eileen Kinsey/Najm - Birth Kingdom: Jade, Family from: Mother from Jade, Father from Rhodolite (half-sister of the Rhodolite princes - none of them know), adopted after her mother died and sometimes uses her adoptive father's last name (her adoptive father is Linet's godfather), Paired with: Mattias

Cecil Kinsey/Najm - Eileen's younger half-brother on their mother's side, Birth Kingdom: Jade, Family from: Mother from Jade, Father from the royal family of the lost kingdom of Adamite (Linet's cousin, but he also doesn't know), also adopted, Paired with: Emma

[leohtttbriar]

Legolas laughed.

The absurdity of the scene was like an old sylvan farce, except the main character was a rough-handed dwarf prince instead of half-drunk poet. The butterfly testing out the nectar splashed on Gimli's skin payed no mind to either Legolas's mirth or the way Gimli seemed wholly terrified of his own hands.

"Such a small, delicate thing," said Gimli.

"You are both small," said Legolas.

Gimli looked up at him, light-hearted yet hearty, tearing his admiring gaze from the butterfly now flying off--his smile making it seem like the dappled sunlight was no more than echo of Legolas's laugh.