#princess shaw

[joebustillos]

Video Fridays: FrenchFuseMusic: Found Tunes

Over 14-years ago I started writing about and sharing links to Remix music created by a YouTuber/musician named Kutiman. Back in the day he took unrelated clips off of YouTube of musicians and singers sharing their stuff. Sometimes it was just practice snippets or tutorials or some one selling an instrument and he took those clips to make fully produced songs. In 2009 he pulled together seven…

[pigeon-princess]

Anya has been an incredible new edition to the strahd party dynamic and I think we're reaching peak levels of chaos

[oliveoomph]

The Sapphic Gayze™

[muffinlance]

Zuko, banished, no crew, no uncle, no quest for the avatar. Says "fuck this" aka, if I can get back to caldera maybe I can convince my dad to take me back. Horribly wounded thirteen year old finds dragons, starts a civil war by accident

Zuko didn’t think he was still delirious. The Sun Warrior’s healer hadn’t wanted him to leave yet, but—

But he’s standing here, back in the throne room, and the room is set up again for another war meeting so maybe he should have waited before coming in. But the guards hadn’t even asked him—or anyone inside—before they’d thrown the double doors open, so. He’d thought father wasn’t busy.

The general he thought he was going to fight at the Agni Kai is here, and so are all the others, even uncle. And father, at the head of the table, standing.

Father is the only one standing. Everyone else is... They’re kneeling. 

When he’d come back to the palace, the servants in the courtyard he’d landed in had hurried to open the doors for him, all the way here. And the guards had let him in. And now the whole room is kneeling except for father who—

He doesn’t look like he did on the Agni Kai field. Father had been… he’d been so calm, then. He’d been doing what he had to do, to instruct Zuko, to correct him. 

Now he just looks angry. 

So. So Zuko is screwing this up, too. He practiced his speech the whole way home, it was a good speech, he’d based it on the one the Stone Prince made to his father the Mountain Emperor when he’d come home to beg forgiveness, bringing the treasures of the Ice Spirit with him as tribute. But Zuko doesn’t remember how he was going to start. And the flames behind father are getting higher, and hotter, and Zuko is okay now with flames that flicker with purples and golds and greens, but red flame is—

It’s so hot against his face—

“Father,” he croaks. “Father, I’ve returned. With dragons.” 

He is so, so stupid. Ran and Shaw have flanked him from the courtyard, have wound through hallways paralleling his path, are snaking between the pillars of the room until coils of red and blue dwarf everything here. Ran breathes her own flames out, and the fires before the throne shift from Ozai’s reds to the shimmering rainbow-sparks of dragonfire.

“A sign from Agni,” Uncle Iroh says. He’s bowed like the rest, but Zuko can see his eyes, and there’s the same glimmer there that father and Azula get before they do something Zuko should have seen coming.

“You dare,” father says, and Zuko isn’t sure if it’s him or uncle he’s talking to. But when he takes a step forward it’s towards Zuko and when he raises a fist it’s towards Zuko and when he makes the fire it’s towards Zuko and—

(And Zuko cowered the first time the dragons tried to show him their flames. It was all around him, swirling, and he hit his knees and shoved his face against his arms because he’d learned better than to look up. 

The fire stopped, and a whiskered nose nudged him, and then there was a huge scaly coil loosely wound around him until he was done crying, so at least the Sun Warriors below hadn’t seen how pathetic he was.

After that, it was… they made it a game. Little puffs of flames, the kind of sparks he used to make to keep Azula from getting fussy in her crib, until she was old enough to climb out and go exploring with him instead. 

He flinched at first, a lot, but they didn’t hurt. Didn’t even hit him. And then it really was a game, where he would spin their colors in with his own flames, and send them back, and they’d keep playing as the flames got bigger and bigger but somehow they never got scary again. 

When he’d stopped flinching at all, when he wasn’t a coward around his own element, he knew he was ready to return home. Grandfather had once welcomed uncle home with honors for killing dragons. So father would accept his apologies if he brought home two live dragons, right? Making friends with dragons had to be harder than killing them.)

Father’s flames were… they were just red. Zuko didn’t realize what he was doing until the war ministers were gasping. By then he was already spinning father’s flames with his own, mixing in all the colors father’s had lacked, and.

And sending them back.

(Batting fire around with dragons had not given Zuko a realistic grasp on the heat tolerance of the average abusive father.)

Uncle was not the first to bow, when Zuko had first entered. This time, he is.

“Fire Lord Zuko,” he says.

The war ministers are not prepared to countermand the Dragon of the West. Or literal dragons. They never left their knees, and they don’t start now. Foreheads touch the ground.

Zuko… Fire Lord Zuko’s first order is to take his father to the healers. He’ll let him stay there, longer than Ozai let Zuko.

(You can read this and other prompts at AO3. And longer stories, too. <3)

[romirola]

The Prince Shifter: A Redactedverse/Princess Bride AU (1/22)

Read the Prologue of The Prince Shifter on AO3 here!

Summary: To help Caleum wait out his first experience with Magical Depletion Syndrome, Gavin offers to read him a very special book, The Prince Shifter, a tale of fencing, fighting, torture, revenge, shifters, stealths, vampires, chases, escapes, true love, and miracles!

When Alexis, Princess of Dahlia, selects commoner shifter David Shaw to be her husband, his whole world is turned upside down. Wasn’t it bad enough that his mate, Angel, was lost at sea? To make matters worse, just as David resigns to his miserable fate to marry the royal vampire, a pack of three kidnap him and his cousin. But they’re no regular kidnappers: Asher is overcoming a traumatic past, Milo is devoted to tracking down his mother’s murderer for revenge, and Sweetheart is carrying a grave secret about Dahlia's political stability. Meanwhile, a mysterious, masked stranger complicates the kidnapping and "rightfully steals" away David. Before long, everyone finds themselves in the middle of a daring adventure as they put the bonds of their love to the ultimate test.

As always, any and all feedback is welcome and cherished. Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoy!

More details under the cut!

Rating: T; WC: ~40K words across 22 chapters.

Characters: David, Angel, Asher, Babe, Milo, Sweetheart, Alexis, Quinn, Gavin, Freelancer, Caelum, Sam, Darling, Damien, Huxley, Lasko, Avior, Kody, Blake, Adam, Avior, Porter, Vincent, William, Marie, Gregory Keaton, Brachium, Morgan

Pairings: Angel/David, Asher/Babe, Milo/Sweetheart, Damien/Huxley, Sam/Darling, Freelancer/Gavin

Tags: AU, Fairytale, Romance, Love, Mate Bond, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Suspense, Adventure, Fluff, Friendship, Humor, Banter, Trust, Revenge, Duels, Torture, Escapes, Chases, Kidnapping, Nonconsensual Trancing, Rescues, Found Family, Bravery, Grief, Miracles, Healing Magic, Hope, Happy Ending, True Love, Framing Narrative, Adult Language, All Listener Characters are Gender-Neutral, Pack Feels

This story should come as no surprise to anyone. The Princess Bride is one of my favorite films. I adore all things Redactedverse. It was only a matter of time. For longer than I’d like to admit, I’ve been thinking about how to blend these two wonderful pieces. I humbly offer you, dear reader, the product of those thoughts.

Shoutout to @userkatekane for graciously creating art to accompany this story, which will be linked for each chapter. Follow them for amazing art!

Shoutout to @us3rnam3-r3dact3d for being so very supportive as I drafted the fic and suggesting the use of the Dread Pirate Keaton. Follow him for more fun Redacted content!

Shoutout to William Goldman for writing the film that inspired this fic!

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[variouspolltournaments]

Anti-Propaganda is not allowed. Please only give reasons to vote for something and not give reasons to vote against something.

Propaganda

Anin/Pin: period drama about lesbian royalty in the 1950s/1960s that is also funded and supported by the government because they realized that making high quality shows about lesbians is a profitable business

[lemonsdaily-artdump]

@pigeon-princess ummmmm I'm obsessed with Silas btw. seeing others do fanart of him made my brain realize "wait! i can too?!" so yeah

[kraviolis]

*clings onto any and all characters who show both subtle or explicit signs of plurality from all of my various interests and hyperfixations consistently throughout my entire life* no no its all a coincidence im just fascinated with the concept i certainly dont relate to it haha

[ffshipbracket]

[sailorluna15]

azula + zuko headcanon!

I hc that Azula has shaw (the other dragon) as an emotional support animal/pet along with a phoenix, ball point python and chameleon. I believe that she would lead a dragon preservation project along with Zuko and it is working very well. The dragon population is rising and has tons of law protecting their lives. I hc Azula as a someone who hates animals like dogs, is okay with cats and birds and loves reptiles. She's a reptile girly. Mai is obsessed with azula's reptiles and so are Izumi, Bumi ii, Kya ii, and Kiyi. Ursa + Zuko are scared of the snake and azula always chases and touches them with the animals. They run everytime.

[four-of-them-showdown]

John, Harold, Root, Sameen:

No propaganda!

Ahiru, Fakir, Mytho, Rue:

"the complicated dynamics of which characters like each other, hate each other, are scared of each other, etc. change and shift throughout the show but it's undeniable that each individual's character development is entangled with the other three's. and they all do ballet!"

[pigeon-princess]

Viktor is a horrible person and Silas wants to be his friend so bad it makes him look stupid.

[Curse of Strahd Spoiler version of Viktor’s crimes under the Keep reading]

[chernobog13]

Princess Dragon Mom directs her minions, the Skeleton Ghosts, to attack her nemesis--

--INFRA-MAN!

[prettyshon10]

When I ask for Enemies to Lovers, this is generally what I’m looking for:

[romirola]

A little while ago, I shared a snippet of my current Redactedverse WIP, which is a Princess Bride AU (with some twists and turns.) Find that here. I'm beyond excited about this story and so look forward to being able to share it with you all soon. Until then, here's another snippet...

“A word, my lord,” a man called, walking out from behind a tree, followed by another, shorter man. It didn’t take David long to deduce that they, too, were wolves. “We are but poor, packless shifters,” the first man said. The pair stood there listlessly. “Is there a village nearby for us to find some food and perhaps, a place to stay?” David shook his head, hackles raising. “There’s nothing nearby,” he answered gruffly. “Not for miles.”  The shorter man smiled, resting his hands at the hilt of the sword hanging on his hip. “Then there won’t be anyone to hear you howl.” David began to initiate a shift when a sudden waft of sleeping magic suddenly enveloped his every sense. He swayed on his feet, reverting back into a human. He knew something was wrong, very wrong, but he couldn’t possibly muster up the strength or the coherence to do a thing about it. Babe wasn’t too far behind him. They always rode on horseback to keep up with David while he was shifted. David’s heart lurched as he wondered what would happen to Babe if they stumbled upon this scene. His cousin was formidable, but how could they face off against two wolves?  “Watch it, Sweetheart!” the wolf ordered. “He’s going down hard!”  David’s sluggish brain tried to make sense of what that was supposed to mean, but he felt his knees buckle and his face smack into the forest floor. A person in a green shirt and black vest materialized in front of his eyes, but David couldn’t keep them open for a moment longer. The blurry haze was too irresistible, and David succumbed.  “Mission accomplished,” Sweetheart announced triumphantly. “One prince shifter: immobilized.” They scoffed. “Easily.”

[ifreakingloveroyals]

5 August 2012 | Catherine, Duchess of Cambridge enjoys the atmosphere during the Artistic Gymnastics Men's Floor Exercise final on Day 9 of the London 2012 Olympic Games at North Greenwich Arena in London, England. (c) Ezra Shaw/Getty Images