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edmundjustking · 4 days
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Sorry it’s early but you really can’t use fanfiction terms in a non fanfiction context like if someone is trying to sell me a book to read and they tell me there’s an enemy to lovers I would be annoyed because why are you spoiling the story lol
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edmundjustking · 14 days
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It's a lifestyle choice.
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edmundjustking · 20 days
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you have no idea how many sketchbook pages I have filled with these two just smooshing lips and like 0.1% of them actually make it to full pieces
☀️ Print available here
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edmundjustking · 20 days
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forehead touch
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edmundjustking · 30 days
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This excerpt from "The Poisoned Bowl: Sex and the Public School" on British public school "legends" reminds me so much of Ralph Lanyon (and Frank Maddox, who is name-dropped as a fictional example):
"It may seem a mathematical absurdity which defies the laws of proportionality, but almost without exception each boarding school, whether it was large or small, produced every year exactly one boy of exceptional magnetism who became a legend. This hero was not, like many others, merely the jealously-guarded secret desire of one or two boys but rather a cult figure whom almost all boys adored. He was invariably of exceptional good looks and an outstanding sportsman. Sometimes he was also academically brilliant. More often he was academically average, but of greater import was his charm, his charisma, and his apparent indifference to success; a convincing combination of character traits that could win over even the most cynical of minds. ... The school hero had to be a great all-rounder and could never be seen to try too hard. He had to be the casual collector of trophies, someone who played any sport with a refrained but skilful grace....Most boys were glad just to have the privilege of observing such a legendary figure from a distance. Invariably his presence on a school team drew a crowd of onlookers more interested in the hero's performance than the outcome of the match. But despite being the focus of such enthusiastic attention the king of heroes always retained that essential composure that distinguished him from lesser gods. ... While it might sometimes be dangerous for a boy to confess a crush on some relatively obscure senior, or worse still junior, the hero worship of a school legend was something which was always shared. It was the one instance when school boy adulation invariably took on a public, almost ritualistic form."
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edmundjustking · 1 month
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kudos and hits do not indicate the quality of the fic, by the way.
I’ve read so many fics, that aren’t as popular, that are so professionally written that I immediately know the authors even know the characters better than their original creators, respectfully. and so many of those fics made me cry and I’ve always come back to reread them because they’re that good, even if they don’t reach many people. they’re literally in my heart and I even think about them during the day because they’re that special to me.
the bottom line: the number of kudos and hits do not represent whether the work is good or bad.
and if you’re an author, don’t let it discourage you if you think your works don’t get enough hits or kudos.
sometimes the best fics that have ever been written are like a rare treasure, not many people will find them, but I promise you, those who do will cherish them very dearly ♡
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edmundjustking · 1 month
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finding out there's a frankenstein ballet and that it was in october of last year…DEVASTATING
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look at this. look at these. im foaming at the mouth
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edmundjustking · 2 months
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Climbing Ivy 🌿
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edmundjustking · 2 months
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He slept, curled like a kitten, his brow nearly touching mine, on the other end of his pallet. His breathing was deep and even, and one long hand was palm up on the blankets between us, as if in offering, or beseeching something of me. Sleepily I reached over and set my hand in his. He did not seem to wake. Strangely, I felt at peace.
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edmundjustking · 2 months
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trobed
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edmundjustking · 2 months
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Tell me a rhyme, Fitzy-Fitz
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edmundjustking · 2 months
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Iconic lines of Edmund Pevensie (Skandar Keynes) from the Chronicles Of Narnia (2005 - 10). It’s not my gifset but I did edit it a little. I LOVE EDMUND SO MUCH, can I please go to Narnia just to feast my eyes on him once? Granted, once I see him, I’d never wanna leave.
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edmundjustking · 2 months
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Back at it again with another Edmund fanart
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edmundjustking · 2 months
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a few reminders because i’m tired and angry
fandom is a hobby, not a form of activism
adult women aren’t inherently creepy for being in fandom and having hobbies apart from raising babies and doing taxes
the vast majority of people pushing back against the worrying trend of instigating harassment over fictional characters and relationships aren’t incest supporters or pedophiles, actually
liking a m/f ship doesn’t make someone a dirty heterosexual invading your space
preferring gay ships doesn’t make you ‘’woke’’ and good
no one owes you a disclaimer that they are a good person who recognizes that their favorite fictional villain’s actions are evil and that they don’t condone those actions irl
liking a fictional villain is in no way comparable to advocating abuse/murder/genocide/etc and you’re a fucking idiot if you believe that
just because a woman is attracted to a fictional villain doesn’t mean she’s promoting toxic relationships or going to end up in a toxic relationship. assuming women can’t tell fiction and reality apart stinks of internalized misogyny 
some rando’s a/b/o fanfics have none of the level of influence that popular tv shows and movies spreading propaganda have
no one owes you a detailed description of their traumas and mental health problems
abusive relationships are not the same as enemies to lovers ships
y’all need to chill the fuck out over people, relationships, actions and events that don’t actually exist and learn how to enjoy and discuss them like normal people
fandom is a hobby, not a form of activism
feel free to add more
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edmundjustking · 2 months
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the two main characters from A Thing I'm working on, being sad melodramatic dopes
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edmundjustking · 2 months
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The Peter Pevensie post did well.
Here's Edmund.
Edmund has trouble putting down his chess pieces that first time. In Narnia he could assume his opponent knew what he was doing, that chess was not just a game, that sacrificing pieces meant a unit, an officer, a collection of friends never seen again.
No one remembers that back in England, where chess is just a game, not a play preparing you for war.
He loses badly the first few times, too often distracted by thoughts of his dead friends. The ones alive, that he hopes to see soon.
Then he becomes unbeatable. When chess is about strategy again, no longer conjures images of men dying, sacrificed to gain a tactical advantage, Edmund becomes a master. Chess champion, of his region, of the country. Not a piece too many suffers.
It takes a few months. Those first ones, Peter has to guard him, in boarding school. When bullies gang up on him for his strange way of talking (as if generals listen to his advice), strange way of walking (as if there is a weight on his hip), strange way of behaving (as if there is servants for his every need), Peter protects him. They've seen protective brothers; they've never seen anything quite like Peter, who hits until bone breaks.
Edmund will often remark on how the punches thrown his way lack technique, don't really hurt.
Everyone wonders how a 110 lb 11 year old kid knows anything about punching technique. He's a scrawny white boy from the city, doesn't look even slightly dangerous. How many fights has he been in, everyone wonders, to know what type of blow breaks bone, how to collect fingers into a fist.
When he is not protected by his brother, he displays the tricks he learned in treacherous courts in fantasy lands where the men could snap him in half with half a finger, where monsters ruled. Where only his silver tongue kept him safe.
It keeps bullies far away from him. They're not just afraid of physical repercussions, but of being expelled, reputations ruined, careers unreachable before they begin.
Peter retaliates either way, additonal physical punishment along with the mental damage. Still, it's strange to hear that the sleepwalking teen, mostly interested in political science, knows anything about fighting, about blood.
By the third month in boarding school, Edmund has the staff wrapped around his finger.
His tongue is as silver as the lion ring he wears. Ed can talk any opponent into submisson. He can talk any girl into his bed, too. This earns him a few more fights than he had to be in, but that's okay.
The ones stupid enough to physically fight him learn fast Edmund isn't easy prey, that he knows how to fight, how to think, how to outmanouvre you. Peter is a tornado, all fury, but Ed fights like a chess master. No wasted movements, no unnecessary punches, not moving a single inch more than he has to.
Fighting Peter hurts. People soon find that fighting Ed discourages.
The only one still willing to try meet Peter's fists in a dark ally.
Still Edmund never needed Peter. Their bond is strange, sure, Peter copying his younger brothers' notes without remark, asking for his advice often and seriously.
But both know politics is Edmund's territory. At the start, no one messes with him due to his big brother, who always seems to hit harder than boys his age.
In time, Ed is feared more. Differently.
A fight with the oldest Pevensie brother ends in the infirmary, a fight with the youngest ends your career, ambition, prospects with the ladies.
Edmund knows what he can do. Knows his brother can do it too, but does not prefer it. He is known for his silver tongue, his brilliant mind. Peter, more so for his steel boots.
He plays chess, studies politics, does it right. Highest marks in his class, everyone a little scared, because of what he can do, because of what his sisters can do. Debate champion. Excellent chef, even though he only cooks for friends.
He's loyal to a fault, clever like the devil, and a perfect gentleman. In an archaic way. Ed is the kind of man to have a hankerchief in his pocket.
That's why no one unserious dates Susan or Lucy. They all know anything unserious ends badly.
Gradually, people start to like Edmund, even if they feared him at first. His smile is devilish, but also charming. Ed is free in his head, in his hands. There is a rumour in the halls, after a while. That Ed likes men too.
But no one talks.
Edmund goes into politics. He has a family that is in the top echolon of decison making, an analytical mind. Edmund has a talent for justice. In his presence, no one feels left out, everybody is heard. Many feel that with Ed as their PM they are finally represented. A noble man, even with his bloody knuckles, the unimpressive surname.
A statesman in everything. Fashion, vocabulary, manners.
But still he believes in Narnia, goes to see the spectre.
He is facing his brother in the train, happy, talking about Narnia when it crashes.
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edmundjustking · 3 months
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'When I recall how beautiful you were'
prints available: duo, fool only, fitz only (patrons get an extra 10% off, including sale, early access and HD versions: https://www.patreon.com/oexas)
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