#prince of sylvan

[noahhawthorneauthor]

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

[lucabyte]

a false anachronism

[extraordinary-heroes]

Artist Showcase: Zao Dao

[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 . ❞

[cosmicaeons21]

Perfect Capture 🏅🜲 ♥︎ ❦

Halsin! The man, the bear, the legend

[jules-writes-stories]

Mithras x Sylvan

Court of Nightmares OC x Vanserra brother (from Just Enough Light...)

Just a little drabble of these OCs for @unanswered-stars because I love her so much

The Hewn City, Court of Nightmares

...Mithras did not know why, but he needed this pampered prince to understand. And he certainly was not going to shelter him, or soften the truth.

Jade eyes met russet. “There is no sky here. No horizon line to guide us, or constellations to lead our way. And no dawns to offer hope. Every single day, we wake to the same darkness. Do you know what that’s like?" 

Sylvan watched the Night Court male with eyes so warm, so full of empathy, Mithras wanted to rail against him. Stop making me want you. He longed to shout it through the corridors, have it echo through the catacombs and caverns.

“I was Under the Mountain for five decades.” Sylvan rushed to add, “And it’s nothing compared to a lifetime. Nothing like being a youngling here, growing up in this. But I do remember the feeling.” The red haired Fae reached up, and ran a finger along Mithras’s face, smoothing the lines between his pale eyebrows. “How it pressed down on my magic. Every day felt like waking in a tomb.” The prince pulled his hand back, and Mithras felt its loss.

He continued, "I'm sorry, darkling. We are not the same, but I can relate, feeling so very powerless when younger." The Autumn prince smirked. "For me, it was not the darkness." A shadow passed his face. "Just a father's fists and fury." He laughed, but the sound held no joy.

Sylvan arched an auburn brow. “But you are out now.” He offered a slow, lazy smile, that seemed to unfold, just for Mithras. It was meant to melt away his defenses. “And you’ve become a pretty powerful male, one who could change things around here, for the better.” 

Russet eyes moved along the darkling’s lithe, leather clad body, taking in the breadth of Mithras’s shoulders, his toned chest and tapered waist, his long legs. He felt a coiling in his lower abdomen at the dominance, the very possession, of the Autumn male’s gaze. As if he had every right to look at his body, and should he desire, Sylvan Vanserra would reach out and touch. If he was honest, Mithras wanted him to. Imagined what it might be, to have strong hands spreading him out, stroking up his thighs, taking him into the warmth of that perfect mouth. 

Sylvan’s beautiful smile widened, nostrils flared. “I think you like being told you are powerful.” Mithras snapped out of it. He huffed and sucked his teeth in annoyance. The youngest Vanserra watched him, and considered. “Or, was it calling you pretty, that made you smell like sex?” 

Mithras opened his mouth to offer a retort, then shut it. Jade eyes wide, no words came. Sylvan’s laughter rumbled and he shook his head. He reached over to tuck a strand of moonbeam hair behind the spy’s pointed ear, before he walked away. The darkling was falling, and not sure where he would land... 

[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!

[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.

[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.

[rene-hl-trashcan]

8, 9 and 97 for the oc relationship ask game reposed by @rypnami and these questions are for MilUs or SylDred

I have no idea what the first one meant so let's go with SylDred 🤣

8. Who is the big spoon? Little spoon?

He's definitely the big spoon, being the octopus-style sleeper himself. He's just gonna envelope her whole body in his arms, hook his chin over her shoulder and tangle his legs with her, effectively pinning her there.

9. If there weren't enough seats, how would they sit? One on the other's lap? One on the armrest? One on the floor in front of them?

Sylvan would prefer her on his lap so he could cuddle her and practically drape his weight on her. It's a perfect position to tangle their hands together and bring their tangled hands up for knuckle kisses. Easier access to kiss her head and cheeks AND fondle her chest and tummy. Mildred, on the other hand, likes to sit on the floor between his legs because she knows his hands cannot stay still, so that's a free head massage or hair braiding session for her. Also, if she's sleepy, she could just turn around, lay her head on his thigh and nap right there.

97. How do they wake their S/O up? Is it difficult to rouse them?

Mildred has an automatic body clock since she's used to waking up early to help her parents around the farm so it's not difficult to rouse her. Sylvan, on the other hand, loves his sleep and if he doesn't sense any danger, he would ignore all attempts to wake him up. Mildred usually would sit on him and shake him awake first (which would earn her a grunt and a sleepy no) before she tried to kiss him awake (50% success rate) and if that also failed, she would just pinch his cheeks and pull (90% success rate). Whenever Sylvan happens to be the first to be awake (either he doesn't sleep at all that night or he plans it beforehand), there are only two methods he likes to use to wake her up. a) He goes the Disney prince route and kisses her until she's awake. b) He fully utilises their agreement during that very important talk in the beginning of the relationship and goes the unholy route, waking her up exactly as he did here. (This man likes to eat kittens and we're not talking about the feline family.)

[oswanily]

The party became a remembrance for the newly departed sim.

[violettduchess]

A/N: Welcome to my new series! While I am still working on my Kiss fics with the Vamp suitors, Prince suitors can move on to this which begs the question: What is it like with your suitor right after the fireworks of making love?

This is not a request but my own decison to start with Gilbert as it is the first fic after his route release and I wanted to test the waters with writing him. I am happy to say I think I found a balance between what I have imagined before and canon.

Gilbert x reader

Warning: Minor spoiler from his route

Word Count: 533

You are a prisoner. Your cell? The circle of Gilbert’s arms, the weight of his leg pinning yours to the matress, the scrape of his teeth over the rounded curve of your shoulder, holding the promise of another rosy bite. Another flower in the garden of crimson and pink blossoms he has already decorated your body with. Floral garlands of his desire adorning you like sylvan cords. He tightens his embrace, an anaconda wrapping itself around its prey, reassuring itself that the prey is still there. Reminding the prey that it has no hope of escape.

But you do not want to escape. You welcome your captor, the man with one eye blue as heaven and one eye red as hell. He has taken your heart, against all odds, against all logic, and cups it protectively, possessively, in his bone-white hands, hands that have delivered ruthless justice accompanied by the sharpest of smiles, and he will trample any man, woman, nation or God underfoot before he lets it go. You sigh, running your fingertips over the cool skin of his forearms, over the lines of sinew and muscle under the moonlight of his skin, the topography of a heavenly body whose gravity binds you.

“If my Häschen is still able to sigh, then I have not done my job.”

His voice is by your ear, soft as starshine, dark as pitch. It still sinks into your consciousness like a stone in still waters, but the ripples that emanate from that smooth tongue and spread through your veins are not pulsing with fear as they did when you first met, but smoldering with desire, gleaming with something you would dare call love. You bite back a smile, your lips still sore from the gnaw of his teeth, the demanding drive of his tongue.

He is a ravenous lover, your Obsidian emperor. Forever hungry, never satisfied. Even now, just minutes after you exploded like radiant meteors across the night sky, even as your skin is still sparking from the assault of his fingers and mouth, he is restless, needy, turning you around so that you face him, both of you shrouded by the dim shadows of his bedroom.

“Your job?” Your voice is rounded by tenderness, worn down like a stone to smooth affection by the waves of Gilbert's relentless insistence that you are his.

There is so much beauty in that face, in that gaze, that you can’t help reaching up, touching his face with a gentle hand, fingers stroking the line of his jaw. His eyes close, his breath shuddering in his chest at your touch, at the loving caress you bestow upon him. This is all he has ever wanted. He turns his head, catching your finger between his white teeth, your tiny gasp as loud as an explosion in his ears. He smiles slowly, sucking on the offended finger, pain and pleasure twining together like velvet barbs dancing along your sensitive nerves. Suddenly, he shifts and the world tilts. You are underneath his long body, caged in by his arms, pinned yet again by the press of his hips.

“My job,” he murmurs as he lowers his head, breathing in the familiar scent of your hair, the one that perfumes his every thought. “Is to leave you so breathless, that not even a single sigh is possible.”

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