Dieu et mon Droit

"History is written by the victors." ~Winston Churchill. Independent and Selective Personification of England or the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland- Arthur Kirkland Loosely based on APH canon, this blog is heavily influenced by interpretation of history and personal preferences. HIGHLY CANON DIVERGENT. Blog may be NSFW at times. Mun and Muse 21+ Tracking Tag; #hxundofstgeorge Est. October 29, 2017 by Rose

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the idea of a single kingdom, called england, must begin here | |   —  @hxundofstgeorge.

                                                Lundenwic, 886.

“He is in bad shape,” King Ælfrēd explained in hushed tones, as he stood composed over the bed of a young boy with hair as dark as night and skin as pale as marble. “One of our spears-men found him inside the walls, buried beneath ash and rubble.” As he spoke, he placed a comforting hand on the thin shoulder of the child who stood beside him; a miraculous boy with moss-green eyes and hair like the sun, a child sent to them by the grace of God. He was Ælfrēd‘s charge, but more than that, he was the fate of Wessex incarnate, the manifestation and validation of his single most important vision: A would be England.

“The thing is, Acca, the ashes were still burning at the time. We examined him thoroughly, and by all accounts he should be dead. He is severely malnourished, his bones are broken, his skin scorched, but still his heart beats on, still he is breathing.” Ælfrēd paused, allowing the boy a moment to make sense of this miracle. “He is not a Dane, nor does he appear to be Saxon,” he added, gently expressing his own suspicions. “The reason I have brought you to him is because I believe it is possible that he might be similar to you: an immortal, a living representation of something I cannot yet fully comprehend.”

He handed young Acca a pale cloth that had previously been resting over the forehead of the curious child. “Still, he is extremely unwell. I simply ask that you watch over him as we rebuild the defenses here.” Stepping away from the bed, King Ælfrēd gathered some candles and placed them closer to where the injured boy slept. “The Romans had once named the ruins inside those walls Londinium,” he said. “I hope to recreate something great here. An important foundation for the future of Wessex – no, the future of England. I shall let it be known that Danelaw no longer rules over these parts.” 

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    The boy stood silent as he listened to his guardian, no- to his King speak in such hushed tones. Watching over the older boy, he didn’t know what to think. Before now, he had only ever encountered two others who were like him; children who couldn’t die. One who lived in the north and fought with the savage Celts in the forests, and one who lived to the west among the rocks and the wild herds. This one was different, and the same. The boy known as Acca frowned uncertainly.

    “He is what guards this city.” he stated, a weight to his words far heavier than any belonging a boy of his age. A small hand reached out, taking the unconscious boy’s hand in his own. He couldn’t possibly begin to explain it, but deep in his soul he felt a powerful connection to the dark haired boy on the bed. Something had changed, a shift in the winds that would change everything he stood for. Turning towards the would-be kind, the blond frowned.

    “I don’t remember the Romans, do you think he does?” The idea excited him a little, knowing a bit of the people who built this city before he woke up all those years ago. Taking the cloth handed to him, he took over cleaning the sleeping boy of his wounds and scorch marks. “I hope that he is willing to live under your banner... I’d hate if we had to sweep away the ashes permanently. I will watch over him, you have my word.”

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JennaMarbles’s dog Kermit always looks like he’s on the brink of tears, no matter his actual emotional state. She put some fake eyelashes on him to look like eyebrows and he looks like the most distraught animal to ever live.

He’s probably actually thinking about the treats he’s been getting for helping with this video. 

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@anglo-saxons / @hxundofstgeorge Arthur.

[emilythornes-deactivated2018041]

[abbyslullaby]

the hymn of love-hate relationships featuring my favorite love-hate relationship of all time!

[hxundofstgeorge]

@thebeautyofliberty

[hxundofstgeorge]

"I hope you're not feeling too bad. After all, it takes a real talent to lose to Belgium twice." The irony of the echo of his words from weeks ago was fully intended. "Anyway, I brought you something, for getting to the semifinals." It was a collection of four bottles of Russian vodka, lots of Belgian chocolate, and some Croatian cheese.

    “Well, at least my boys made it to the semis this year pet.” the irony is not lost, but he is still proud for coming in forth. And for breaking his taboo on penalty shootouts. He observes her gifts with a raised brow, chuckling low in his chest before he gestures Lily inside. “If you wanted to set up an evening of romance with me, you could have simply asked.” he was clearly joking, though the gleam in his eye could mean anything when it came to Arthur. “Thank you Miss Lily, your sense of humor never ceases to amuse me.”

@lilyintheashes

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Everything I’ve ever let go of has claw marks on it.

David Foster Wallace, Infinite Jest (via theliteraryjournals)

[artokaie]

when you’ve come forth but your enthusiastic boyfriend is in the finals

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@thebeautyofliberty

[amooki]

I draw a series of the winter costumes of kings

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Hold Me Tight Or Don’t // Fall Out Boy

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@hxundofstgeorge / @ciitizens

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I planned to draw a pirate Arthur but :):):) well, who cares, he’s still hot :^)

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It’s 2 am and I’m drawing again ヽ(・∀・)ﾉ  Punk!England this time!

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Total Black outfit

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[the-crow-god-deactivated2021102]

you: England v. Croatia

me, an intellectual: Chav or Slav

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Piece of Work

[hxundofstgeorge]

dxspereaux:

The terrible thing about trying to fool Thoth, in any capacity, was the fact that he would still know. He always knew. But alas, there was no reason to point out the other’s pokerface; plus it was horribly rude to just people in such a manner.

“Ah, but that is where you and I differ Arthur.” Yes, he knows all about the blond, and those like him as well. They worked just like humans, just as confused, just as flawed– their only saving grace was their immortality (which was spotty at best). “I don’t make mistakes– Ah, except the mistake of not properly introducing myself it seems.” Thoth’s head bows slightly, smile wide and so self assured.

“I am Thoth– I am sure you can piece together what that means.”

    “Your hubris is astounding, even by my standards-” which is certainly saying a lot, “and that is not an honor many achieve.” Glare turned to glower as he drew himself to his full height in front o the being. “And you seem quite well versed in just what I am, which is more than unsettling- another mistake on your part, unsettling someone who you just met.”

    “Thoth, the Ancient Egyptian God of Wisdom and Scribes- you have less feathers than I was expecting.” a wry chuckle escaped British lips, arms crossed. “Yes, I have heard of your work extensively, though now I wonder why a ‘god’ would be walking among humans in such a guise.”

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@lilyintheashes replied to your post “"I see your eye is healing up in time for the semifinals. Think you'll...”

"I'll make sure to have an...appropriate response planned, regardless of the outcome." She was grinning back. No use being annoyed anymore when she had no dogs in the race anyway. "You know, you don't look half bad with a bruise on your face. Brings out the color in your eyes."

    “Charming, even when throwing a punch you manage to be charming as ever.” Still, it was good to see that there were no hard feelings- even though he might have deserved the shiner he got not that he would ever admit it Lord no. “All the better to see you with my dear. At least I know that I can still take a wallop.”