#edmund does art

[zonie-az]

Mass has a crush and unfortunately, his crush likes Starbucks

#welcome to the table #welcome to the statehouse #the table #ben brainard #wttsh #wttt #edmund does art

[pokeberry5]

i really wanted lynx to kill king snake in war of the dragons

redesigned her look a little:

notes + ref below

alt:

i adapted the dialogue from 'tec #685

i thought lynx's outfit was boring here though and adapted the outfit from her earlier appearances (modified the leotard but kept the short hair. what's up with leotards in 90's comics??)

she also doesn't actually have a push dagger, but that was the only thing i could think of to make the panel work

i also used photos of current UFC strawweight division champion weili zhang as refs bc i wanted lynx to have that mma fighter build (i should also note that i don't believe king snake should have abs but he doesn't deserve a character sheet)

@deepwithintheabyss requested a panel redraw of the panels below, from DC vs Vampires, and this is not that lol -- but i did use them as refs!

#lynx #lynx dc #sir edmund dorrance #king snake #dc #sart #me every time i see king snake: why aren't you dead yet? #it's bc he's white #anyway thank you lynx for singlehandedly drawing me out of an art rut #making my slow way though tim's earlier appearances!! #if lynx does kill king snake eventually i havent gotten there yet #this was created bc i was so salty about the dynamic they established between king snake and lynx in war of the dragons #(altho she did end up fending batman off and taking over but STILL) #bring back their weird power dynamic from those like 2 panels when she realized king snake was terrified of robin

[beaft]

the other thing that is, or rather could have been, very fun about AI art is the "in the style of" thing. when you type an artist's name, you get to see the defining qualities of that artist's work. you're basically putting everything they've ever done in a blender and seeing what colour it goes. typing "in the style of aubrey beardsley" gives you flowing black lines, bulbous shapes and vaguely art nouveau patterns; "klimt" generates images in gold and green, with pale-faced women and lots of intricate chequered detailing; "kusama" gives you polka dots, obviously, while "mondrian" gives you rectangles. it's neat! it's a cool feature!

...except the other day i saw a guy quizzing an artist on twitter, and it transpired he was trying to figure out what keywords he should input in order to accurately replicate her style using AI. so, lol.

#there's something weird but interesting about putting in an artist's name and getting back a picture which #is not by that artist #but LOOKS like it is #it's usually not a good picture. and if i looked at it for more than a few seconds i'd know it's not an edmund dulac or an egon schiele. #but there's still that confused instant of 'where have i seen that before' #and while that's cool i think it really does emphasise the fact that AI art is all about aesthetics #there's no brain behind it. you can't teach it to think in terms of themes or narratives or symbolism #it makes things that look pretty and that's all it can do

[animaginaryartblog]

[Image ID: a sketchy, black-and-white digital comic of Tangled the Series. The first panel is of Edmund and Eugene. Eugene has his hand on his hip and is looking at Edmund skeptically as he says, "So if you're my father (still don't buy it btw), then what happened to my mother?"

In the next panel, Edmund awkwardly rubs his neck as Eugene continues to squint suspiciously. Edmund says, "Ah... Your mother, yes... she, ah... well..."

In the third panel, Edmund shrugs, while Eugene stares at him with surprise. "She divorced me," Edmund says. "Something endangering the world, nearly getting us all killed, 'it's me or the moon stone'... You know how it goes."

After the third panel, large text reads, "One emotional solo later..."

In the final panel, Eugene grasps Rapunzel by the shoulders with a worried expression on his face as Rapunzel looks bewildered. "Last time someone tried to destroy the moon stone, my parents got divorced," Eugene tells her. "What if we get divorced Rapunzel. Your dad will put me back on death row. Probably fire me too." /end ID]

a relic from that time I bingewatched the entirety of Tangled the Series in the span of two weeks and was really into it for another like another week before Yu-Gi-Oh! and the Ninja Turtles laid claim to brain once more.

#my art #my sketches #2023 art #tangled the series #tangled #rapunzel's tangled adventure #tomfoolery #comics #eugene fitzherbert #rapunzel #does tangled rapunzel have a specific tag #rapunzel tangled #tangled rapunzel #eugene tangled #king edmund #edmund tangled #tangled edmund #that'll have to do #i have exactly one (1) other tangled thing I drew and then i'm probably never touching this fandom again #because that's just how the brain goes i guess #has id #image described

[the-real-dev]

my sisters ghost oc!! lyle bickerstaff :3 i am not good at drawing backgrounds so please excuse how simple it is 🙏

explanation for his lore under the cut ⬇️⬇️

okay so first things first: lyle is an oc for two fandoms (at the same time). somehow.

anyways basic introduction, then we get into the lore

-> name: lyle bickerstaff

-> age: 28 (1745 - 1773)

-> gender & sexuality: male (he/him) and pan ("in the cloest because victorian" - mads)

-> personality: a combo of skull and lockwood. talks fancy with a healthy dose of sarcasm.

onto the lore! the timeline is kinda screwy but. its okay. his backstory comes from the lockwood & co books, so major spoilers for books 2 to 5

-> lyle is edmund bickerstaff's child, except. erm. bickerstaff hates him. he liked skull more, and even saw him as more of a son than lyle. so when lyle gets kidnapped and a ransom note is sent, he ignores it and lets lyle get shot and die instead. lyle's source is either the bullet that got lodged in his head OR his top hat (<- my sister hasn't decided yet) so, lockwood & co find him eventually (most likely during / after book 2, though i'm not sure if it fits with the canon timeline)

-> that's all for his backstory, onto the franking stein!

-> victor finds lyle while he's out graverobbing. he gets understandably freaked out, but eventually decides to take lyle's body back to his flat, to study him further. it's basically "frankenstein au where everything is the same except lyle just yaps victor's ear off the whole time"

anyways, that's it! if you guys have questions or something feel free to reply or send an ask and i'll get mads to answer them.

#dev's art #oc: lyle bickerstaff #technically NOT my oc but its ok #frankenstein #lockwood & co #lockwood and co #victor frankenstein #skull #the whispering skull #edmund bickerstaff #(<- does he even have a tag? lol) #anthony lockwood #yeah that's all the tags

[zarvasace]

Back at you! 💚🩷🩵 :)

A ship that deserves more love: Lorenz and Marianne. He’s a bit of an arrogant jerk in the first act of the game, but he learns a lot of humility without denouncing his original self-confidence or personality. She’s very shy and self-deprecating, but becomes more confident and secure in who she is. He would treat her so well, she’d bring some of his grand ideas down to earth, and in general I think they’d support each other and just be very wholesome.

A ship that you like, even though it could never work in canon: Hapi and Felix! :) I think Felix in canon is a little too wrapped up in his “I hate Dimitri” drama, but I want to see them sitting in the corner making fun of everyone. Felix is kind of angry wet cat man all the time, and Hapi has learned to suppress her emotions because she accidentally summons monsters sometimes. I think they deserve to be a little bit awful to everyone but each other.

An old ship: my very first ship for this game that I actually cared about was Linhardt and Byleth. That’s my end goal for the Crimson Flower route—I know that Edelgard is the main choice for them, but look. Linhardt is smart, sleepy, hates blood, and in general just wants to be left alone to do research and fish for his whole life. In Crimson Flower, Byleth regains their humanity, topples the theocracy, and the country is left to be guided and reform. In every other route, Byleth becomes archbishop because they have the goddess’s power. I think that pairing Linhardt with Byleth in that route is an extension of the idea of Byleth rejecting “destiny” and choosing to be human, to not do anything else world-shattering, to just live.

#my art #yes I drew them #you don’t know who they are so now you have visual reference #fe3h #lorenz hellman gloucester #marianne von edmund #fe3h hapi #does she have a last name?. #felix hugo fraldarius #linhardt von hevring #byleth eisner

[fishandskygremlin]

WIP of me and my favourite character.

I need to add luffy photobombing but that’s gonna be later.

What does that say about me ??? Probably that I have a great potential to fuck up stuff. I guess.

#the gremlin does art #in order of close up #sirius black #madara uchiha #skyward sword link #wei wuixan #kaeya #Maedhros #hyrule warrior link #edmund pevensie #anakin skywalker

[welcometogrouchland]

Words cannot express how much I love the Gloucester brothers from King Lear

#ramblings of a lunatic #i am so mentally ill about sibling relationships in art #I REWATCHED ACT 5 W MY MOM FOR REVISION REASONS AND IT MADE ME INSANE ABOUT THEM AGAIN #on my third rewatch I've basically developed a new like. realisation? theory? that edgar is being set up as the true king from the start #and now I'm really invested in him as a character (along w edmund) #the fucking. bit where edgar says that the gods in this play are just (one of the biggest topics of debate in my class all year)- #-its just that the people in this play have brought their misfortune on themselves via their own hamartias #and that's why his father ended up blinded #metaphorically and literally #THE FACT HE'S SAYING THIS TO EDMUND AFTER HAVING BEEN BETRAYED BY HIM AND THEN FIGHTING HIM #IT'S A FUCKING OLIVE BRANCH!!! HE SAYS THAT THEIR DAD FUCKED UP!!! NO MATTER HOW MUCH EDGAR LOVED GLOUCESTER HE SEES THAT!!!! #HE SEES THAT BECAUSE BC OF EDMUND'S DECEPTION GLOUCESTER ENDED UP TREATING EDGAR LIKE HE TREATED EDMUND #WITH CONTEMPT AND SUSPICION AND A LACK OF FATHERLY LOVE #EDGAR DOESN'T FORGIVE HIS BROTHER BUT HE UNDERSTANDS HIM NOW #AND ONLY THEN DOES EDMUND REALIZE HE WAS LOVED!!!! YES BY THE WOMEN HE MANIPULATED AND PITTED AGAINST EACH OTHER #BUT ALSO BY HIS FUCKING BROTHER HE BETRAYED!!! #at the start of act 5 he'd began to pretend that he was a Right Honourable Gentleman #when in act 1 his attitude seemed more like he'd accepted societys label of him as Less Than and said ''if you treat me like a villain- #-bc of things i can't control then i will BE a villain to get what i want'' #he seems to try and distance himself from his origin in act 5 right as he's about to win it all #BUT HE GOES BACK TO ACCEPTING THE AWFUL THINGS HE'S DONE AFTER EDGAR ACKNOWLEDGES WHY #IT DOESN'T MAKE THINGS BETTER BETWEEN THEM. THEU STILL STABBED EACH OTHER #BUT IT'S CATHARTIC #AUGHHHUG #<- this is just my personal reading and I'm just a highschool student trying to blorbo-ify an old ass play to cope with exam stress #feel free to disagree. just remember that i am small

[smilesrobotlover]

The royal family ! Zelda, Edmund, and Amber. With Zelda I wanted to take inspiration from the magic armor I if course, along with some inspo from king’s clothes. Specifically the crown. And skeik’s design is the same from the concept art, just a little simplified cuz holy frick there does not need to be THAT many details on a character GOSH (tho by tp standards Sheik is pretty simple). I also kept the brown hair cuz I don’t like Zelda changing her whole hair color and skin color to disguise as sheik. Idk I get that it’s magic but I’m not a fan of it so her brown hair stays.

And then since Edmund is from Labrynna I took some inspo from Ralph and Ambi. His hair isn’t like, red but it’s a little ginger cuz tp has some more muted natural hair characters, and I gave him long eyelashes cuz Ralph has long eyelashes, and I like the idea of him being a very beautiful man. (Tho he looks kinda generic in my style so I need to do something with his face and eyes. I like the mustache tho)

And of course Amber’s dress is more inspired by oot kid Zelda’s dress. Just a lil different. Also I need to do better with her face and eye shape cuz oh my gosh the way I draw kids is very same face syndrome type lol

#drawing the same face is SO HARD GEEZ #love at twilight #legend of zelda au #zelda au #twilight princess #I’m warming up to tp Zelda a bit #idk it’s kinda fun writing a cold and blunt Zelda instead of a sweet and kind Zelda #cuz every Zelda is just… sweet #some Zelda’s have other traits but sweet is usually the best way to describe her so it’s nice having a Zelda that is anything but sweet

[heartss4val]

MASTERLIST ࿐

🕯️ . now playing ࿐ lacy — olivia rodrigo

THE CHRONICLES OF NARNIA — edmund pevensie

edmund pevensie hc's pt 1 before dating. edmund pevensie hc's pt 2 before dating. edmund pevensie hc's pt 1 while dating.

THE RIORDANVERSE — percy jackson

morning, beautiful: percy doesn't like mornings. but what he does like is admiring his partner before they wake up.

cosmic feelings: who knew stargazing could be so distracting?

sweater weather: café date with percy.

love is homemade: after a long study session at the library, you find yourself feeling absolutely exhausted. thankfully, your loving boyfriend comes to the rescue by.. baking cupcakes?

midnight rain: you. percy. a rainy night. what more could you ask for?

i wanna be yours: percy jackson looks at you like you were the one who put the stars in the sky.

meet me at the rooftop: you had a couple ideas of where you'd be on christmas eve. percy jackson's rooftop was not one of them.

shut up & swim: dating swimmer percy hc's. here comes the sun: percy dating a child of apollo hc's. meet me in the graveyard: percy dating a child of hades hc's lay all your love on me: general dating hc's

baby tee: percy loves showing off his new shirt

general dating headcanons: multi-pairings

general dating headcanons pt 2: multi-pairings

the small things: the art of subtleties

THE RIORDANVERSE — annabeth chase

general dating headcanons: multi-pairings

general dating headcanons pt 2: multi-pairings

ribbons: you take it for yourself to add some variety to annabeth's signature ponytail.

THE RIORDANVERSE — leo valdez

but i love her! to say that leo valdez is absolutely infatuated would be an understatement. so, why don't you like him back?

knickknacks: your artistry never fails to impress leo.

general dating headcanons: multi-pairings

general dating headcanons pt 2: multi-pairings

the small things: the art of subtleties

THE RIORDANVERSE — piper mclean

general dating headcanons: multi-pairings

general dating headcanons pt 2: multi-pairings

THE RIORDANVERSE — hazel levesque

general dating headcanons: multi-pairings

general dating headcanons pt 2: multi-pairings

THE RIORDANVERSE — jason grace

general dating headcanons: multi-pairings

general dating headcanons pt 2: multi-pairings

wounds: as you patch jason up, his thoughts are flooded by one thing and one thing only — you.

the small things: the art of subtleties

THE RIORDANVERSE — frank zhang

general dating headcanons: multi-pairings

general dating headcanons pt 2: multi-pairings

THE RIORDANVERSE — luke castellan

the small things: the art of subtleties

THE HUNGER GAMES — johanna mason

general dating headcanons: fem!aligned reader

[imagines--galore]

Hello!

could I get number 13 on the prompt list with Edmund Pevensie?

Summary: He was a King. You were no Royal. You were his friend, as he was yours. And despite the fact the people kept saying there was something more, you denied it. For a King could never love a commoner. Could he? Pairing: Edmund Pevensie x Reader Rating || Genres || Warnings: T. Romance. A/N: Yay! First request for Edmund!

"Really, Your Majesty! This is just too much!" You said, running your hand over the fabric of the dress the youngest Queen of Narnia had forced you to put on.

"It is not." The Queen stated with the stubbornness of a teenager, which she was. "And how many times I've told you to call me Lucy."

"Multiple times, Your Majesty." You responded with a cheeky grin, prompting Lucy to roll her eyes in a rather un-queenly manner.

Luch walked up to straighten the thin satin belt that rested around your waist. The dress truly was a work of art. Made of a material that you were sure cost more then the wages you received, it was soft and delicate to the touch. Not to mention the work down the front of the dress seemed to sparkle in a way that made you feel like a princess. And the color? A grey that almost appeared silver. A rather unusual color but somehow familiar.

You were sure you had seen that color before, just not sure where.

"The seamstress made a few mistakes with the measurements, and I don't want it to sit in the back of my wardrobe. It is simply too stunning to never see the light of day." You let out a small hum of agreement as you allowed yourself a moment of admiration. The mirror in front of you showed a figure dressed in a gown that was surely out of a fairy tale.

Then again, you had seen grander and more beautiful gowns, and the one you wore was rather simple in comparison. But in your eyes, it was perfect. You twisted where you stood, hoping to catch a glimpse of the details that adorned the back. Lucy smiled at your obvious admiration.

"Maybe if you wore it to the ball next week, Edmund will finally notice you."

The words jolted you out of your little haze of admiration.

Turning your gaze towards the now smiling Queen, you blinked. "Notice me?" You asked, though you knew the answer before it came. Had heard it one too many times from so many people and creatures you knew.

"As in confess that he loves you, just as much as you love him." You blinked. The effect of her words were immediate as a blush turned your cheeks a bright red. The sight of which had Lucy smiling even wider.

"I-I do-don-" You were cut off by Queen Susan, who had been sitting at a nearby writing table and going over the final preparations for the Winter Ball.

"Lucy, you mustn't assume such things, it is rather rude." Her younger sister pursed her lips in a stubborn line. "Though I must admit Y/n." The Gentle Queen continued, now looking towards you. "Edmund does seem to show more affection towards you then he does anyone. Even us."

Annoyance had being told off forgotten, Lucy chimed in. "And we're his siblings!"

You shook your head as you reached behind you to undo the dress, anything to occupy her hands and hide her face lest the two Queens see the blush on your cheeks. "Your Majesties are mistaken. King Edmund and I are simply friends. And even that is a miracle given how I'm a simply maid and he is a King."

Lucy frowned. "And what does that matter? Love should not have anything to do with it." Having stepped out of the gorgeous gown and into your everyday clothes, you shook your head. "No, but that is it, Your Majesty." Your words sounded unconvincing, even to your own ears. "I am not in love with your brother."

A lie.

                                          ————————–

You were in love with King Edmund.

Had been in love with him since the moment you had seen him.

Of course, you hadn't realized it then. Had not picked up on the fact that perhaps your heart raced because he was so near. How your heart leaped in your chest when he smiled at you. Or even how everything just seemed a little more magical when he was around.

You had met him by chance. Having finished your duties for the day, you had chosen to go down to the beach and collect some shells. You already had quite the collection but you always found new beautiful pieces to add to your collection. You had just straightened up from picking a rather pretty pink shell when the sound of an approaching horse had you looking to your left.

There he was, sitting atop a horse, with no saddle or rein, no entourage or crown adorning his forehead to show his status. The speed at which he rode his horse had you stepping back before he was even near you.

For reasons known only to Aslan, he came to a halt as he neared you. You had returned to your little expedition and was already digging through a small patch of sand where you had spied a star shaped shell. The sight of it had a bright smile forming on your lips, your eyes alight with joy at such a small, insignificant yet beautiful creation.

And Edmund had felt his heart clench at the sight of your sweet smile. A strange urgency bubbled in his chest. One he had never known before. One that compelled him to dismount from his horse and approach you. Though he stood a good few feet away as he watched you straighten and place the shell in your basket.

It was then that you became aware of him. You stood there as well, your basket tucked at the side.

He had stopped at the sight of you. And the both of you had simply looked at each other.

It was rather strange looking at a complete stranger in the eye. Normally you kept your head down and went about your work. But there was just something about him that had you meeting his gaze.

Him in his simple breeches, shirt and shoes, black hair swept away from his forehead, blowing gently in the salty air. Eyes alight with a light that you would see for months to come whenever you would run into him.

He knew it was not proper to stare, but he could not help himself.

You in your simple dress, with the hem wet from the waves that kept tickling your bare toes. The braid you kept your hair in, hardly able to keep the strands in place given how hard the wind was blowing. Your cheeks were flushed from being out in the sun for so long.

And yet Edmund had never seen a more prettier sight in all of Narnia.

Slowly, you smiled at him in a friendly manner. "Is there something that you needed?" You asked.

He shook his head. "I apologize for disturbing you on your outing My Lady, I was just curious why a young maiden would venture so far away from Cair. Assuming, you are from there." He quickly added, not wanting to make any false assumptions.

Giving a small nod, you confirmed his suspicions. "Yes, I'm from Cair. I work as a maid there." The both of you glanced down the length of the beach to where the castle shone brightly in the light of the slowly setting sun. "You're a little far out aren't you?" He asked with a smile to which you gave a sheepish one in return.

"To tell you the truth, I love to collect shells." You held up your basket to show the small collection you had gathered in the hour you had been at the beach. "And there aren't quite that many close to the castle, so I have to venture a little further ahead."

Meeting his eyes once more, you allowed yourself to admire how handsome he was. Surely he was a lord or something of the sort. Perhaps a visiting noble from Archenland? Edmund's line of sight shifted to the setting sun just behind you.

"May I escort you back to Cair? It is near sunset and the tide will be coming in." He offered, not wanting to leave your presence just yet. You glanced over your shoulder as well, before turning to give him a nod. "That would be appreciated thank you." You paused. "I do not believe you told me your name."

Edmund's smile faltered a little. He knew if he told you his name you would recognize him. Clearing his throat he decided on a little white lie. Or rather half-truth. "My name is Ed. And may I ask you for your name, My Lady?" You waved a hand in a dismissive manner. "I am hardly a Lady, but you may call me Y/n, Ed." It was a rather strange name, but then who was she to say anything.

With the horse following after the both of you at a slow pace, you and Ed began the walk back to the castle.

                                          ————————–

It took you longer then normal to return to the castle. Probably because the both of you were so lost in your conversation. You hardly noticed when his horse actually bypassed you and reached the back entrance of the castle by himself. You didn't care that you were late.

It wasn't everyday you met someone you could talk to like you were with Ed. It was strange. You wanted to tell him everything. And for someone who was very private with their thoughts, this was a huge surprise.

And you weren't the only one doing the talking. Edmund had always felt a little alone, even in his family. Before going to war, his father had been the only one to understand him. After coming to Narnia his siblings had begun to understand him too, but it just wasn't the same.

But then here you were. Someone he had just met, and he had never felt so understood in all his life. It was a little scary, how you were so inquisitive and were able to pick up on cues and read between the lines of every word that came out of him. You were sharp, clever and smart.

Yes, he knew all three words were synonymous, but he didn't care. They described you perfectly.

"Well I should head back inside." You finally said, once there was a brief lull in the conversation. You really didn't want to, but you had to get to sleep so you could work the next day. Ed gave a small nod. And was it your imagination, or did he look a little disappointed as well.

"I had a lovely time talking to you." You admitted with a bright smile. "And I shall be surely on the lookout for the book you mentioned. Perhaps I may find it in the local library." You had begun to climb up the stairs leading towards the backdoor. He would have to enter from the other side where the stables were.

Edmund continued to look at you as you ascended the stairs. You walked backwards so you could look at him even as you departed. Suddenly, he realized he didn't want you to leave. A burst of courage, one that would make his younger sister proud, had him bounding up a couple of stairs, reaching out and taking your hand in his.

A startled gasp left your lips as you looked down at him. He was still a few steps away, but even that distance felt intimate.

"Will I see you again?" He asked. The young King had no idea where this new side of him was coming from. He had always preferred solitude, and he was sure that the moment he left your presence he would revert back to his old self.

But for now, he would act on every impulse he could.

Just so he could be in your company again in the future.

You stopped short, a surprised look crossing your features as you blinked at him. Your gaze dropped from his face, to the hand that gripped yours. And though you were cautious around people you just met, something in you reassured you. Had you believing that you could trust him.

So you nodded, and the smile that lit up the entirety of his face was one that stayed with you till the next time you met.

                                          ————————–

It didn't take long for you to become aware of Ed, or rather King Edmund's true status. And though it did shock and embarrass you, not being able to recognize one of the Monarchs of your beloved country, the only thing that changed in your friendship were the titles. You began to call him Your Majesty, or King Edmund, whatever the situation asked for. And him, out of spite and knowing how much you hated it, called you My Lady.

Everything else stayed the same.

Your friendship. Your ability to know what was bothering one another. The fact that the both of you knew when the other was going through a hard time. He with his duties as a King, and you with your own problems.

The whole castle slowly became aware of your friendship, especially when Edmund would seek you out and would speak to you about the most recent book the both of you had read. He, like you, was an avid reader. Any book would do really.

Sometimes you would stop in the middle of your task, and simply stand with the King in the middle of the hallway, as the both of you discussed some new scientific theory being proposed by some cranky old centaur.

Other times you would burst into his study, frantically gesturing as you let out your frustrations concerning a character in whatever adventurous tale you were reading. He would put aside his work and just listen to you with that knowing smirk on his face.

Once he had let you rant for nearly ten minutes before handing you the second book and saying that hadn't been the ending. You had once thrown a book at his head for that.

He'd learned to not test you when it came to books after that.

Still, over the months your friendship had grown stronger. You had even gotten to know his siblings. And while you were friends with them as well, the level of intimacy you shared with Edmund, was one you could never reach with anyone else.

It was not surprising when the residents of Cair Paravel began to assume that the King of Narnia was courting a simple maid.

And though no one ever said it outright, everyone thought the same.

                                          ————————–

The Winter Ball was a grand affair.

Since the defeat of the White Witch Queen Susan had taken every step to ensure that the Winter Ball was the grandest of celebrations. Not only because it was Christmas but because she wanted to wipe away any negative memories the Narnians had when it came to winter.

As a half-dryad, partial to spring and summer, even you could not help enjoying the festivities.

But from afar.

You were keeping to the shadows, hiding in an alcove that overlooked the beach you and Edmund had walked along for hours at a time. Queen Lucy had gotten what she wanted. You attending the Ball. She'd actually dragged her brother into the conversation. And when he had asked if you were going to attend, you knew you were trapped.

He had looked so hopeful that all you could do was say yes.

You never could say no to him. A weakness he exploited sometimes when it came to getting away from Cair Paravel, during work hours, and just wandering around in the Woods or walking along the beach. Your Supervisor knew of your getaways, but since you had always been an efficient worker, she never complained.

At the moment, you were dressed in the same dress Lucy had given you, with your hair in an elegant braid, adorned with flowers you had picked from garden earlier that day.

You wore a necklace with the gown, a piece of jewelry that had been gifted to you by a certain King. Your fingers lifted to the gorgeous piece, lightly tracing the outline of the necklace, a small smile pulling at your lips as your mind wandered to the one who had gifted it to you.

"Lady Y/n?"

Speaking of which.

You spun on your heel, having forgotten that there was a side entrance to the alcove you were hiding in.

"King Edmund." You responded with a quick curtsy. You smiled at him as you straightened up. Silence followed, one where your smile slowly faltered, and your cheeks to grow red under his unwavering gaze. You adjusted the skirts of your dress nervously as you cleared your throat.

"Queen Lucy was gracious enough to lend me the dress, though I insist in returning it once I am done attending the Ball." You said as a way to start the conversation.

It was then, when your eyes dropped to his chest, that you suddenly realized why the color of your dress had been so familiar.

Every Monarch had their color. For King Peter, it was gold and blue. For Queen Susan it was two different shades of blue. For Queen Lucy it was red and blue. And for King Edmund, it was silver and blue.

The exact shade of the dress you currently wore.

If it didn't mean treason, you would surely kill Queen Lucy for playing such a hand.

"You look beautiful." His words prompted you to meet his gaze, which still hadn't left your face. Skin flushing, you reached up to push a stray strand of hair behind your ear. "Th-thank you. You look good too. Did your sister threaten you into coming in proper attire?"

Edmund rolled his eyes. "She said she would lock me out of the library if I wasn't dressed right." You couldn't help but giggle at his expression.

"May I ask, why you're not out there, dancing?" He asked, moving to stand next to you so that the both of you could look out at the various dancing pairs. You shrugged. "I prefer the company of a select few." He nudged you playfully with his elbow. "I hope I'm included in that list."

You hummed in contemplation. "I believe you are number three. After your sisters." You responded, to which he pressed a hand over his heart. "Your words wound my My Lady. How shall I ever survive your cruel intentions."

This was what you loved liked about Edmund. He was always ready with a joke of some sort. It was rather refreshing, to have a friend who made one laugh.

A comfortable silence settled between the both of you, as you stood there and just watched everyone dance and enjoy themselves.

"Do you remember that day when I found out you were a King?" You suddenly spoke up, your gaze just as soft as your voice as the memory of that day rose to the front of your mind.

Edmund chuckled beside you. "Oh yes, I remember. I was talking to Peter about something, and you saw me." You nodded. "And I came over and ask how close of a friendship you shared with him because you punched him on the shoulder."

Turning your head slightly, you looked at him out of the corner of your eyes. "You decided to have some fun, saying you were quite close. And when I asked how close, you said he was your brother."

Edmund couldn't help himself. He burst out laughing, while you blushed furiously at the remembrance of your embarrassment in that moment. "Your expression was hilarious." He said once he paused for breath. "And then you said but that would make me King. Though I was rather offended you knew that Peter was King."

You scowled at his grinning face. "Thats because I had seen him give a speech in public before. It is hardly my fault that you barely leave your library or your office to go out and meet people."

He made a face. "Now why would I want to do that?" You rolled your eyes at him. "One would think as King, you would prefer to at least show yourself in public sometimes." You reprimanded, prompting Edmund to point a finger at you. "Did Susan tell you to say that? She's always going on and on about how I should spend some time with people so that I don't forget how to talk."

A teasing smile pulled at your lips as you flicked his finger away with your own. "Well she's not wrong. I love reading books just as much as you do, but at least I go out and talk to people."

Edmund rolled his eyes. "I talk plenty. At least with the people who matter." As he said that, his gaze flicked towards you and you smiled, reaching out to loosely loop your arm through his. "I am truly honored to be one of those people."

He smiled, his fingers intertwining with the hand that wrapped around his arm.

"You have no idea how much."

So saying, he brought up the hand he held, and pressed a gentle kiss to the back of your hand. And since you'd forgone gloves for the night, you could feel the press of his warm lips against your skin.

Your heart beat rapidly against your chest, and you were sure your cheeks were a permanent shade of pink with how much you were blushing.

Suddenly his eyes lit up, as if he had just remembered something.

And he had.

"I almost forgot! I went down to the beach a few days ago." So saying he reached inside his pocket and pulled out a rather pretty shell. "I found this while I was down there, thought you might like it."

With your free hand you took the shell, examining the pretty colors that nature had painted it with. It was truly beautiful. But that wasn't what you were focusing on.

He'd been at the beach for his own purpose, whatever it had been. But he had thought of you. You were on his mind when he saw the shell. You were who he remembered when he picked it up knowing you would like it.

How could he be so sweet and kind at the same time?

And how, oh how could you not fall in love with him if he were to keep showing you such sweet gestures?

The sight of the shell, and the aftereffects of the conversation you had just had with him, was what compelled you to do what you did next.

It was a simple maneuver really. One that required you to push yourself up on your toes, and tilt you head forward a little bit.

A simple series of movements.

And yet the outcome of it had Edmund's eyes widening as he felt the result of your gesture against his mouth. But it didn't stop there. His entire body stiffened for a brief moment, before he relaxed and tilted his head a little to better return the gesture. The hand that was not gripping yours, came up to rest the tips of his fingers under your chin.

Slowly you pulled back, your eyes opening so you could look at him. He was smiling. He was smiling at you so tenderly that you were sure your heart wouldn't be able to recover from the beauty of it.

Of him.

And his eyes. You actually had to look away because of how intense they were, as if he could see to the very inner most corner of your heart.

The fingers on your chin pressed lightly against your skin, coaxing you to turn your head back.

Edmund couldn't help it. He couldn't help himself and not look at you. He had to look at you.

You with your kind smile and gorgeous eyes. The way your hair would dance in the breeze and your whole face would light up when you talked about something you were passionate about.

Finally, after a few moments of simply looking at one another, he spoke. "You know there have been rumors going around. Rumors saying that I'm courting you."

You pursed your lips to suppress a smile. "I've heard about them, and I don't understand how people would think that." Even as you said it, you couldn't help but smile, knowing exactly why people would think that. He grinned as well, knowing exactly what you were thinking.

"Well how about, we add wood to that fire and play a little game by giving them a little hint every now and then?" He asked, his eyes alight with that spark he got whenever he was thinking of some clever plan that would outwit anyone involved.

Luckily for Edmund, you shared his love of deception and pranks, so you smiled. "I think I would enjoy that."

He laughed softly, before leaning down to press his lips to yours in a brief kiss.

"Though I want you to know, that whatever hint or gesture I may show you, they come from my heart and hold true." He whispered against your lips, prompting you to nod.

"As will mine."

Suffice to say, the next morning, when Edmund kissed you in the open courtyard where a lot of creatures had gathered to clean up after the Ball the night before, the entire castle buzzed with gossip and speculation.

Though one thing was for sure.

In Mrs Beaver's words, the both of you were truly meant to be.

#edmund pevensie x reader #edmund x reader #edmund pevensie x y/n #narnia #the chronicles of narnia #the chronicles of narnia the lion the witch and the wardrobe #prince caspian #voyage of the dawn treader

[zonie-az]

Happy Birthday, AZ!!!

He got a trans cactus cake and a party hat on top of his ASU hat. And of course ASU color candles.

#welcome to the table #welcome to the statehouse #ben brainard #the table #Arizona #edmund does art

[viv-weylin]

Rolan Deep (who is he?)

for @aramais ; the @jrwi-art-exchange

Rolan Deep was dead- he has been for a long goddamn time. How old was he? 14, 15, when he died..? It doesn’t matter. Rolan Deep was dead- and oh. Look at him, trying so hard to pretend he isn't.

“I’m human!” the naive insist. Don’t believe him. Mr. Deep has been six feet under for years. He’s a corpse being puppeted by someone pretending to be human. He died- all those years ago. Alone in that bayou. Who even is he anymore?

Oh, isn’t it ironic? He yearns to leave this place. Wants to create a life outside of Galloway? (He'll be here forever).

No matter what he does; No matter what he says; He’s always going to come back. He has no choice.

There’s something in him, foreign and unknown, that burns. Rolan Deep wants to live, a fire burning in him, wanting to breathe but each breath hurts. He pretends he’s alive when there’s nothing but a monster in there. One that he doesn’t recognize when he looks in the mirror.

So he doesn’t look in the mirror. He pretends he knows the reflection staring back, why should he need to look in the mirror?! That’s what Rolan Deep has always looked like.

(It’s a mask, twisted and warped to look like him. He doesn’t even recognize his voice anymore. He couldn't have prevented this in any way.)

"I'm human. Alive. Always has been, always will be." Then tell me Rolan- why does it hurt to drink alcohol? I think he pretends that this is what it's like for everyone.

At least he isn't alone in this way. He's something greater- the sum of his parts.

Rolan Deep has been dead for a long time. Longer than he was alive.

goosekid - tumblr // original writing // rich chocolate ice cream - butter & brioche // original writing // excerpt from the magnus archives, episode 78, “distant cousin” // cursed bunny - bora chung // portrait of fryderyk in shifting light - richard siken // original writing // cryingwyvern // the city - c. p cavafy translated by edmund kelly // original writing // metamorphosis - franz kafka // original writing // sputnik sweetheart - haruki murakami // original writing // pathologic - the marble nest // "figure" - wayne koestenbaum // original writing // pathologic - the marble nest // ancient history - the crane wives // original writing // we know the devil // original writing // ship of theseus // original writing // the orestaria - aeschylus // ??? // pathologic - the marble nest

#blood in the bayou #just roll with it #jrwi #rolan deep #body horror #web weave #webweave #my writing

[pokeberry5]

Did Tim “kill” King Snake and does Bruce know?

In Tim’s first solo min, he goes to Paris to learn martial arts and get that “edge” he thinks he needs to properly assume his role as Robin. He ends up on the tail of British Lord, Hong Kong-based heroine kingpin, leader of the Ghost Dragon gang, Sir Edmund Dorrance AKA King Snake (who is blind, which will be important later). Tim’s only companions on this world tour are Lady Shiva, who wants to defeat Dorrance to prove herself stronger, and ex-DEA agent Clyde Rawlins, who wants revenge against Dorrance for Dorrance’s reprisal killing of his family.

Robin I #4 --  the dream team, I love them

The trio catch up to Dorrance in Hong Kong, where he’s waiting for them in what seems to be the top suite of his skyscraper, 50 stories up.

In this final confrontation with Dorrance, Tim takes full advantage of a crucial moment of distraction to kick Dorrance out of the window. Dorrance ends up clinging to a ledge, hanging on for dear life.

Shiva then appears to order Tim to kill Dorrance, presumably by kicking him off the ledge. (It becomes clear then that this is how Shiva intends to prove herself stronger than Dorrance: she trained Tim and therefore Tim is her weapon and an extension of herself. If Tim defeats Snake, she defeats him by proxy).

Tim refuses and walks away. All we see is him listen  as Dorrance falls to what Tim explicitly assumes is his death, 50 stories down.

Robin I #5

So, while Tim isn't directly responsible for Dorrance's death, he was the one to put him in that position and then left him there to fall.

It’s unclear how Tim conceives of his actions here and how we are supposed to interpret them, especially in light of Tim’s refusal to kill in earlier chapters in this arc (and after).

Robin I #2

Robin I #4 -- I love Shiva

He stopped Rawlins from shooting and killing gang members, but then points to the danger Rawlins might have put them in by accidentally shooting crates containing plague (please read this arc it’s really fun despite suffering from uh. severe written in the 90s syndrome) and then explicitly restates his vow not to kill.

AND THEN, the plot thickens!!!

Dorrance did not actually fall to his death; he caught himself on a ledge below, where he believes Tim came down to taunt him. He came away from his fall with a fear of Tim and an obsession with killing him to purge himself of that fear. (anyway Sir Edmund Dorrance walked so Ra’s could run)

Batman (1940) #468

Batman (1940) #469

Dorrance moves to Gotham with the Ghost Dragons and takes over Chinatown (which. Who decided to put, a British lord, what boils down to an allegory of British colonialism in Hong Kong as the head of Chinatown? I have questions – anyway crimelord Lynx ftw)

In the course of his pursuit of Robin, it is revealed that Bruce believes “it was Lady Shiva that caused Dorrance to plunge to his death”—that Tim told him this.

Batman (1940) #469

This is clarified a bit more later, when Bruce confronts Dorrance.

#469

Dorrance explicitly accuses Tim of murder. He outlines the incident leading up to his fall—that Tim tricked him and attacked him from behind (he did, we saw this), that Dorrance was left dangling, and that Tim then caused him to fall.

Bruce refutes this accusation by claiming that it “wasn’t Robin who left you for dead. … Robin spared you. It was Lady Shiva who threw you to your death.”

From this, we can assume that in the moments after Tim refused Shiva and walked away, Shiva threw Dorrance down, which he didn’t realize because, as Bruce claims, he is blind and was likely traumatized by the incident. We can’t know this for sure, however—that Shiva threw him down—for exactly those reasons. Bruce is working off what Tim apparently told him, but we—and Tim—did not see this happen.

Bruce’s explanation of what actually happened also calls into question what exactly Tim told him about what happened.

It’s unclear what exactly he is refuting by: “It wasn’t Robin who left you for dead.” Does he not count Tim leaving Dorrance hanging as “leaving him for dead” or is the implication that Bruce thinks Shiva was the one who both threw Dorrance out the window and off the ledge? We never actually see what Tim told Bruce.

This leaves us with some possibilities:

that what Tim did by leaving Dorrance to dangle, by leaving him to Shiva, does not count against Batman’s no-killing rule.

Perhaps that Bruce does not feel that he could have expected or wanted Tim to step between Shiva and her target, Dorrance

that Bruce does not actually know what really happened—that Tim kicked Dorrance out the window, which in turn implies that either Tim may have stretched the truth or Bruce misinterpreted (purposefully?) what Tim told him

These all seem inconsistent, however, with incidents further down the line, with Cluemaster for example, and then when Tim rebukes Azbats for leaving Abattoir to die. A core tenet of Tim’s characterization is his sometimes frustrated but dedicated adherence to the no-kill rule (im beating anyone who cites the league bases at me away with a stick). So I don’t know what to do with this. Maybe it’s just comic inconsistency. Chuck Dixon, what are you doing?

If anyone has any thoughts about how to reconcile all this!! Please grant me peace

ADDENDA

i.e. stuff that I can’t possibly expect to be addressed in comics, but that I think about anyway

Related to this arc—a point is made a few issues later that Tim at this time doesn’t really have anyone to confide in. He can't really talk to Batman, isn’t close to Dick at this point, and while he is willing to work with Alfred and ask for help with Bat-related things, they’re not yet emotionally close. This isolation is poignantly demonstrated by him confessing his troubles to his still-comatose father.

Robin II #2

WHOM then would he have talked to about all that happened on his little “world tour”? No one? Besides whatever happened with Dorrance and brutal training and isolation, he also had to deal with the fact that Clyde Rawlins—whom he presumably developed some sort of camaraderie with (it’s tim ;-; he forms connections) was killed by Dorrance while working this mission with him.

We know that he had no one to talk to about all that. Did Tim linger on Rawlins????? On the fact that Shiva called him her weapon?? My boy is 13 ;-;

I also love that the whole buildup to Tim’s debut as Robin is Bruce agonizing about whether he should allow another boy to assume the position that cost him his son, and is then followed by plenty of moments after of Batman being overprotective.

Batman (1940) #468

And yet, when Tim is like “I need an edge to be Robin” presumably Bruce?? although this is never explicit connects him with a martial artist in Paris and sends him off on his own. It’s also possible that Tim is the one who comes up with this given that he agonizes a bit over whether he’s doing right by choosing his own path

Robin I #1

Either way, Tim goes to Paris Alone and essentially Unsupervised.

This lack of supervision is further emphasized by the fact that he goes to hunt down a king pin all the way to Hong Kong with Lady fucking Shiva and an ex DEA agent and no other back up. And Bruce presumably doesn’t find out until Tim runs into the hitman Henri Ducard in Hong Kong, who is apparently Batman’s acquaintance. (#5)

I have so many questions. I know that the actual reasoning is probably “oh we want to give this new character a little mini adventure arc on his own!!! To showcase how cool and independent the new robin is” but STILL

(also tim immediately getting himself a little team :’) I lub him)

#red talks #i promise this is half comic panels it only looks long #tim drake #bruce wayne #edmund dorrance #king snake #SINCERE QUESTION PLS GRANT ME PEACE #dc #a lot of me finally reading through tim's stuff is me going BUT WAIT at the writers as they continue on and never address #SEVERAL EXTREMELY IMPORTANT THINGS #i also wanna yell into the void about wtf happens after joker's wild but that needs to be its own post #also this arc feels so slept on the angst potential is crazy #shout to in your image (and of poor construction) #which i should reread now that i have more context

[thekatebridgerton]

Today on another episode of stories I wish someone would write: Bridgerton flowershop vs tattoo parlour au

I don't know i just thought of an au where Benedict runs a tattoo parlor with Gen Delacroix as a passion project and has overseen the designs for the ink of all his siblings. But with some drama added

Anthony: the most serious of business men, everyone thinks he doesn't have tattoos, because hes so straight laced, but in reality he's got his whole back inked. The tattoo on his back is a very detailed clockwork machinery inside a beehive which he got when Edmund died. The only person outside of his family who's ever seen the tattoo up close outside is Kate Sharma, a woman Anthony has a complicated past with. Kate used to be one of Anthony's business competitors, but after having a falling out with her sister where Anthony was heavily involved, Kate retired from the corporate world and decided to open a Dog Groomer Salon to get her life back on track. 'Sir Newton's Pet Pampering' happens to be right across Bridgerton's Ink and in between Sophie's flower shop and Peneloise bookstore. Anthony finds every excuse he can to visit Benedict and watch Kate from afar, trying to work up the courage to approach her and fix things. Even tho she's under the impression that Anthony ruined her relationship with Edwina on purpose and absolutely hates his guts.

Benedict: with the exception of his siblings he's the artist and Gen is more of the one with the needle, he doesn't ink customers. He's got a very nice tattoo of art supplies intertwined with the Bridgerton family crest all across his chest (a tribute to his family and his lifelong dream), he likes to wear shirts that are slightly open in the front, to give people a peek but also leave them wondering about the full thing. The only person aside from his family that he's ever inked is 'flower shop' Sophie from across the street. He may or may not be totally smitten with her ever since she first came into his business, but she doesn't take him seriously because he's been acting like a wishy washy playboy since meeting her. She's a single mom, who is very secretive about why the father of her little Charlie isn't in the picture and thinks that Benedict is bad news in an ink covered package, but he wants to show her that she's wrong, so wrong, he can help her, now if only she would let him show her that he's not such a bad guy. Then maybe that masquerade tattoo he inked in her shoulder could be joined by a glass slipper

Colin: the consummate travel writer, he's got both arms tatted up with quotes in different languages and artwork of the places he's traveled, and he loves to push up his shirtsleeves to show them off, especially around Penelope. His long time friend who runs the bookstore cafe across the street with his sister. but lately he's been (mooching off) staying with Benedict for a while longer ever since Genevieve let it slip that Penelope might have seen all Colin's tattoos but she's obviously never shown him hers. Now Colin is paranoid about Penelope's secret tattoos, why didn't she tell him? Where did she get inked? Does she have more secrets?. Penelope on the other hand is struggling to hide her secret life as erotic romance writer Lady Whistledown, while she dodges Colin's pursuit and manages the bookstore, as much as she's always wished for his undivided attention, she's not going to show him her tattoos just to satisfy his curiosity. ( Especially not the Quill tattoo she got right below her breast or the matching parchment tattoo she got in the inside of her upper thigh). This, predictably is driving Colin crazy

Eloise: Eloise was never a fan of tattoos like her brothers, sure shes got a small violet in her ankle and a 'Girlboss' and 'Smash the patriarchy' inked in small print around her right wrist. But she's never seen the appeal of huge tattoos... Until Philip the plant guy. Truthfully he's just of one of her bookstore's regulars, who works with Sophie from down the street. And drinks his coffee in El's book cafe, El makes small talk with him on slow mornings but it's not like they're friends ( sometimes he leaves Eloise flowers instead of a tip, but that's a conversation for another day). The thing is that with that nerdy, Frazzled, soccer dad look, Eloise would have never thought that Philip the plant guy was inked all over. Not until she accidentally saw him shirtless when she was over at Ben's. And boy not only is the man ripped, he's got the entire upper part of his body tattooed in plants and flowers, back, front, arms, all the way to his wrists. Now everytime Eloise sees him all she can think about is what he's hiding under all that flannel and her brain blanks out, so much she can't handle a normal conversation with him, not only that, she babbled nervously so much that she somehow ended up volunteering to help him teach his kids how to swim. Now all Eloise can think about is that she just volunteered to be somewhere public, with Phillip in his swimming trunks and children present. Why did things have to get so complicated?? He's Philip the plant guy! She's not supposed to like him ( but she does)

An: and yeah that's the tea

#bridgerton #polin #kanthony #philoise #Benophie #coffee shop tattoo shop au

[sea-owl]

I was rereading my favorite campy ya novels, the Selection, and I thought let me make a Bridgerton au.

So, for some context, the Selection is basically the Bachelor set in a dystopian world. War happened, and now North America is this monarchy, and there is a caste system. Your career and basically quality of life is basically determined by your caste number. 1 is the highest and is royalty. 2s are celebrities and military. 3s are business people in higher postions, doctors, scientists, and teachers. 4s are those like jewelers, factory workers, construction managers, farmers, real estate agents. 5s are the artists and performers. 6s minimum wage workers, basically. They were housekeepers, cooks, store clerks, drivers, waitresses, and seamstresses. 7s are manual laborers like farm hands, gardeners, movers, trash collectors. 8s were considered the "untouchables." Left homeless, unemployable, and basically forced to beg.

There were ways to raise your caste one is to become very famous for your work. One of the characters in the book got his caste raised from a 5 to I believe a 3 because his art was so popular. Women took on their husband's caste when they married, so if she married well, she could be raised up. Joining the military also would raise up men. Another way for a woman to raise her caste is by joining the Selection.

For the royal family in the book the daughters were married for alliances and the sons were married for patriotism. The sons had an event called the Selection where it's basically the Bachelor. Girls in the right age range from all different castes could apply for a chance to marry the prince. It's a televised thing to see who the future queen or princess will be. I believe 35 girls are chosen. Their caste immediately gets risen to a 3 unless they already naturally a 3 or 2, reason being that the girls become so use to a quality of life in the palace they didn't think they could readjust back to their natural castes.

Anyway onto the au. So let's say Violet won Edmund's selection. They get married, they're happy, and they have kids. But when they inherited the throne, they also inherited a war that unfortunately kept them from being able to make the changes they wanted. They managed to secure four alliances by arranging marriages to their daughters, but now they turn around with three sons of marriageble age and a country extremely distrustful of their rulers.

Edmund and Violet decide it's time to do a special edition of the Selection. Three sons, triple the amount of girls. Anthony does not want to do this, there are important matters of estate we need to attend to. Benedict is just gonna take it as an opportunity to get some art advice, and hopes that a few five girls make it in. Something to distract him and ease the border. Colin is going with the flow, if he gets to make fun of his brothers during this whole thing then it's a win for him. After all the goal will be to put on a show and get Anthony the heir married, right?

An application goes out to all homes with an eligible daughter as soon as it's announced. It's extensive from a medical physical, to hobbies the girls do, to their jobs within their castes, and which prince their application will be for. Unedited photos are also required so when the applications are sent in the girl has to go to a government building to also have her picture taken.

Enter Kate, Sophie, and Penelope, castes 4, 6, and 5 respectively.

Kate didn't want to enter the Selection, she actually told her family that she felt sorry for the girls who ended up winning this, especially the one who will have to marry Prince Anthony. She only did it because Edwina begged her to, saying it could potentially help their family out financially and didn't Kate want to have the best possible chances of that? Kate relented because if and that's a strong if, one of them did get selected there was a nice allowance that they got and would really help them. Kate made Edwina fill out the paper work though. She didn't know that Edwina had put Anthony down as Kate's choice of prince.

Sophie saw the Selection as a chance to escape. While her father was a two he had an affair with Sophie's mother who was a six, thus making Sophie a six as well. It was something Sophie's stepmother loved having over Sophie as she essentially trapped her in her father's house. The other servants had thankfully hidden Sophie's own application and helped her fill it out. Sophie picked Benedict at random, he seemed handsome enough, so long as she was picked and could escape this house she didn't care how long she was in the competition.

Penelope didn't have a choice on the application. Her mother was a social climber, always looking to get the best gigs to increase their family's popularity to hopefully rise up in the castes. A chance to have a daughter become a three, or even a one? All her eligible daughters were sending in an application. Penelope doubted she would get picked, the application required an unaltered photo, and others have made it clear to her that she wasn't that special to look at. She randomly picked the third prince, pretending to say it was good luck, a third daughter for a third prince.

The day the chosen girls are announced Kate, Sophie, and Penelope all watch their faces appear on the tv screen.

Daphne, Eloise, Francesca, Gregory, and Hyacinth are all excited to see their brothers make fools of themselves on live tv. Daphne, Eloise, and Francesca also have their fiancés with them to drag around and help them with their schemes to "help" their brothers chose the best girls to be their new sister in-laws.

#bridgerton #polin #kathony #benophie #the selection au