#queenverse

[konn1kon]

forgot to post this but

queenverse sheet!!!!! collect my queens raaah!!!!!!!!

(Kon!Queen is just my take on queen btw)

[sinestrosmind]

oh she MAD mad

can ya'll tell I love Flame's plasma even tho I took it from her in Ironverse post-endgame

[inquisimer]

HELLO MER i come to request some Alistair x Warden based off the poem "Love Is" by Nikki Giovanni (who i got to meet once she's so cool and also very short and powerful love her so much):

Few recognize that love is commitment, responsibility no fun at all unless

Love is You and me

hap late friday ro💜 this felt very king alistair/queen cousland to me, so have some Alistair x Ember in her queenverse :3

725 words for @dadrunkwriting

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Heavy is the head that wears the crown, that’s what they said. They also said it would weigh heavier on their young heads, that they’d taken it in a fit of idealistic passion, that it would all crumble around them.

They didn’t care.

Alistair rose from his throne first, stretching crooked bones and muscles in a decidedly not kingly manner. He pushed his crown up to scratch at where his hair had matted against his skin. With half a smile, Ember propped an elbow against her own throne and used her fist to rest her chin.

“You know, you could always grow you hair out. It helps with the—“ she gestured at her own head, where thick locks of red hair protected her sensitive skin from the thin band of gold, twisted in an ornate pattern that mimicked wheat at its ends.

“It’s not the hair,” Alistair groused, “It’s because they make me wear one that’s three times as thick as yours just because I’m a man.”

“I’ll swap with you. Eamon doesn’t need to know.”

“He’d know,” Alistair said darkly. “He always knows.”

Ember stood and closed the space between them with graceful steps. She lifted Alistair’s crown from his head and held it to her chest as she gently kissed his cheek. As she pulled away, he caught her face with both hands and pulled her back for a proper kiss.

“What are we going to do about Edgehall?” she asked, resting her forehead against his chin. “I feel as though we’ve poured so many restoration efforts into the region, and yet it seems to do no good.”

“Maybe we need to look at Lendon. He always seemed a bit slimy to me.”

“You think all of the Arls are slimy.”

“Not true,” Alistair countered. “The arl of Amaranthine is perfectly lovely.”

“Flattery will get you nowhere.”

“Now that’s simply untrue.” He hooked an arm around her waist and drew her from their dais, toward the door that would take them to an illusion of privacy. “But as far as Edgehall is concerned, perhaps an independent envoy, rather than money directly to the arl? That would settle the matter of where the breakdown in the funds is happening, at least somewhat.”

“It’s something,” Ember agreed. They passed into their private suites, laying their crowns in the designated cases in the foyer. Beyond that lay their chambers, the closest thing they had to true privacy.

Walking through those doors felt as freeing as loosened hand cuffs, as though the hangman had cut his noose from their necks. It had been nearly a year since they agreed the nation could not be trusted to Anora’s plans, and yet neither relished the power they’d come into, despite what the papers and the rumors said.

“We deserve a break,” Alistair said suddenly.

“Yeah?” Ember snorted. “And we’re about as likely to get it as we were before the archdemon was dead.”

Alistair hummed thoughtfully. “We could come up with a plausible idea….a visit to Highever, maybe?”

Ember’s heart soared and tightened at the same time, as it always did at the mention of her home. She leaned into Alistair’s chest and sighed. His arms encircled her knowingly, stroking soothing motions up and down her shoulder blades.

“You don’t think Eamon would see through that?” she said, voice soft and weak as it could only be when they were alone.

“Who cares,” Alistair said loftily. He pressed a kiss to her hair. “He wanted me to be king so badly, he’ll just have to listen.”

He pulled back slightly, tracing down the line of her cheek and finding a home for his hand at the nape of her neck. “Fergus will have things in hand, I’m sure, and we could have some truly uninterrupted peace.”

“Mmmm been a while since we had that luxury.” It was sorely tempting. All of that and to be surrounded by the childhood home she missed and mourned in equal measures. And her brother.

“Alright,” she agreed. “But only if you tell Eamon. He barely tolerates me as it is.”

Alistair bent his head to kiss her softly. “Almost makes you miss a tent out on the edge of the Wilds, no?”

That made Ember laugh, and huddle a bit closer to Alistair’s fur-lined tunic for memory of the chill. “Almost, indeed.”

[bullet-prooflove]

thank you for all the young gibbs x readers, bestie!!! i love your ice-queenverse!! ✨🫶

Thank you so much, this was lovely to read!

He has another fic coming out on Saturday called Safe, which explores the different ways they grieve and gives Gibbs a little insight into Maeve and I'm also working on another that takes place in the aftermath of last nights ep.

[skulleroskeleton]

The Queenverse (plus extras) (1st image is a repost, originally posted during Queencember)

Queens:

Queen (Deltarune)

Kueen (Chapter Rewritten)

Soniq.win (Trollpasta by Me)

Queen NEO ( @teacuproute )

BF!Queen & GF!Tasque Manager (by Me)

Codeline ( @realm-of-aethercrest )

Q_ ( @creepa-b0t-inc )

@cupcakeshakesnake’s Queen

[queenpinoftheeast]

I rather Mahina and your queenverse, less drama and bullying. Winter nor Jake would’ve allowed it to get to this point. They maintain the phrase communication is key!!

I’d rather that verse too. It’s safe to say it’s not my followers that’s bullying people. They will critique you but not go as far as to tell someone to kill themeselves.

[askfreddiemercury]

Is that art I see before me? No.

[sangmer]

      ﴾ ♚@dracaelum-faerie​​  sent:

            “I can’t stand when you’re so charming and sweet and the best.”     

                                    ( 🍰 )

        “Oh? But it is merely my         nature—my kindness         and desire to chase my         love’s good graces.”         Innocence of something         that sounded like a joke         on his arrogance, but         unexpected malice is         buried underneath. A         lie of sorts,but  a TRUTH         if taken the right way.         But it  is sure Annalise         would not pick up on         it with the SMILE         Siebold holds. The         way he reaches for         the woman’s hand to kiss.         He furthers his sickeningly         sweet self, knowing this         woman will be none the         wiser of him being nothing         more than that fairy-tale         prince.

[thea-vt]

fxrger-of-scissxrs replied to your post: “¤”:

that's what i was hoping for

then you hoped for the right thing

[lifeintheshadows]

So, Red Queen.

I find a lot of parallels between grishaverse and red queenverse.

The main difference to me is that Aveyard liked her characters. She even said that Mavey was one of her favorites.

Aveyard also wrote better and the entire series wasn't misogynistic and stupid.

[princess-of-the-corner]

Fun fact: a female cat is called a queen, so in the queenverse the cat welder is probably a girl

Fair

[jane-fucking-seymour]

Six The Musical: Into the Queenverse

Basically

[sinestrosmind]

more queenverse!!

gives Flame the fuckinnnnnnnn super crown or whatever it was called

[greenmoonflowers]

Right,so life tip,if you ever go into the woods with coyotes.Take Jiminez with you.she'll save you,she will stare at the coyotes with a withering,unnatural gaze,and you might ask what she's doing or if she is okay,Jiminez will not answer,then she will crouch down and put her elbows on her knees and let her hands go limp,she will crank up that unnatural gaze from 8,to a solid 15,then she will scrunch her nose and snarl,then lowly growl,but it's strange because that growl sounds exactly like a coyote,Shen the growl gets louder and she snaps her head closer,and the coyotes give her a bloody stare and head back into the woods.then she gets up says,"home?",and walks back home,while everyone stares at her.

[skulleroskeleton]

Queencember 2023 New - Day 31

Free Day

I already reposted Into The Queenverse a while back so I decided to do something different. An unlikely thing to happen, a Baldi mod called Queen’s Rad Computer Science Class.

Thx for looking at my reposts and Happy New Year!

[askfreddiemercury]

Michigan Fortes: a new dawn

I’m going to be making some shorts about Michigan (my oc), but don’t worry I’m still going to be working on ‘in the closet’ because you people actually seem to like, much to my surprise.

~~~~~

(random ass Johnny Cash because)

What can I say about Michigan, he’s a crazy prick who has killing people as a hobby, someone who’s scared to admit what he really is but, in all honesty, I guess I can blame him for ‘hiding.’

The truth about his father only made him worse, but then I step into his life as well.

~~~~~

Michigan called me and set up a date, well I’m calling it that anyway but he said ‘Ey, get your ass over to my flat or else.’ He also called me a fag, but when doesn’t he call me that? He thinks I mind. Oh Michigan, we have a lot to catch up with. You’ve been gone for too long.

When I arrive at his flat I knock on the door and wait forever, was he not expecting me to come? I knock a few more times before I just slam my head, once, on the door. This makes him finally open the door.

Michigan: Wow, you actually came.

Freddie: You asked me to come over here! What are you talking about?!

Michigan: Well, come on in then.

I’ve never been inside Michigan’s flat before but I’ll admit that it looks nicer and cleaner than I was expecting.

Freddie: So, what do you wanna talk about? What I want to know is, why do you still stick around me if you ‘don’t’ like me?

Michigan: Because you keep coming around to me.

Freddie: Because you keep following me and protecting me, I don’t need another bodyguard I already have Terry.

Michigan: I get that, it’s just- I-

He gets upset as he usually does when he tries to open up about how he really feels, he clenches his teeth and makes a fist. How much pain has he put himself through? Everything that he’s done since he ran away all comes down to me, according to him anyway, when don’t his problems come down to me?

Michigan: I’M JUST TRYING TO MAKE UP FOR EVERYTHING THAT I DID TO YOU! I AM TRYING TO BE LESS OF AN ASSHOLE TO YOU!

Freddie: What about my friends? Jim? My sister, mother, and father?

Michigan: Fuck your friends! Fuck potato boy! I can’t say much about your parents because I’ve never met them and tell your sister to stay away from me, she scares me.

Seriously? Ahahaha! My sister scares a murder, this is great.

Freddie: How on earth does Kash scare you? You, Michigan Fortes.

Michigan: I’m not very good at dealing with women if that makes sense. I’ve never had a woman just patronize me as she does, she just wants me to stay away from you because she gets worried a lot.

Aw, Kash!

Michigan: She reminds me of my mother and she really reminds me of my grandma, why is she so rude?

Freddie: Because a lot of people don’t like you is why only me.

I smile brightly at him and he scoffs.

Michigan: Great, just what I need, more of you.

Freddie: Could I at least give you a goodbye kiss on the cheek?

Michigan: If you try anything like I’ll send you home to potato boy with a new scar, across your face.

Freddie: Ok, bye!

I say in a scared high pitched voice.