listening to my FirstPrince playlist and I forgot I had I don’t dance from HSM on it and just got pleasantly surprised. If anyone has some fanart of them in this scene, please do share because this is the most FirstPrince song that ever existed.
I KNOW THAT SOMEONE DID FANART OF THEM AS CHAD AND RYAN BUT I CAN'T FIND IT!!
I really thought it was @noodles-and-tea but I don't see it on their blog or on their IG? Maybe it was only posted on Twitter??? Or they're not the one who made it lol
If anyone knows what fanart I'm talking about, PLEASE link it in a reblog!! It's got the pose at the end of this GIF!!
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If you'd like to get involved, you will need to complete the Artist Registration Form in which you will be able to rank your top choices based on the type of art you'd like to create, as well as Tier and Summary.
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A little while ago I had a plan with some other writers to write a fic where Henry gets stuck in a time loop at The Lake and has to hear Alex confess he's in love over and over again, night after night, while he tries to figure out how to get out of the situation. We each wrote a section.
Unfortunately the project fell apart due to one reason or another. The thing is, I'd written my whole section and I really like it! It's very angsty, which is out of the norm for me. So, I thought I'd share it here as a throw-away piece of writing that otherwise wouldn't see the light of day.
Enjoy! (Oh and tw: heavy alcohol consumption, vomiting described in detail, dark/self-harming thoughts from Henry)
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Henry is losing his mind.
He has to be. He can’t actually be stuck in a time loop. He must be in a little padded room somewhere, imagining all this. Repressing his gay urges has finally sent him spare.
If he is imagining, or even worse, if he’s not, there seems to be no consequences here. In that case, why does he have to keep behaving in a manner befitting the crown?
Maybe, Henry thinks, just maybe, if he gets drunk enough today he won’t have to comprehend the look in Alex’s eyes at the lake. He’ll simply get too sloshed to understand or care. It’s as good a plan as any, stuck as he is.
“Woah,” Alex says, as Henry pours a generous measure of brandy into his tea directly after breakfast. He’d sent a PPO off to a local town to buy him some supplies while everyone was still in bed. Buying brandy at seven in the morning; only in the USA. God bless America. “You okay there?”
“I feel like I’m getting a cold,” Henry lies, taking a large gulp of his beverage. It burns going down in exactly the way he was hoping it would. “This is a common home remedy in England.”
Alex raises an eyebrow at him, but Henry holds his gaze until he shrugs. “If you say so.”
Henry surreptitiously keeps up the cups of tea until lunch, switching to the sangria which has been made when the others start drinking with the meal. He has more than a buzz going already and he knows he is on his way to his goal of getting sloppy. He distantly wonders if the loop will re-set without him getting a hangover.
After lunch everyone heads to the lake, a cooler of beers being carried down by Alex and Oscar, and Henry sits on the edge of the short dock with his feet in the water, drinking cold lager with the determination of a man possessed. He doesn’t swim. He can’t really feel his arms and legs very well anymore and he doesn’t want to drown.
A morbid thought tells him that might be an effective end to his means. He drinks some more beer about it.
“Hey baby,” Alex says, swimming up and tugging on Henry’s leg. “You okay?”
“Yes,” Henry manages to slur. “I’m having a great time.”
Alex stares up at him, looking thoughtful and slightly concerned. “Okay,” he says eventually, and swims back to June and Nora. Henry can see them talking quietly, and catches the moment that June flicks a glance at him over her shoulder. He’s obviously worrying them, but he finds it hard to care - both because he’s very drunk and because he’s sure that all of this won’t matter tomorrow.
When the others get tired of swimming they all head back to the house, and Henry, having lost count of the number of drinks he’s had, finds that it is somewhat difficult to walk in a straight line. Almost immediately Alex is under his arm, gripping him around the waist and helping him walk the short distance to the house, where he dumps him in a chair on the porch.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, crouching down with his hands on his knees so he’s at Henry’s eye level.
“Nothing,” Henry manages to mumble.
“Henry, you’re completely hammered,” Alex says, and he sounds upset. “I know that’s not you.”
“No you don’t,” Henry slurs. “You don’t know me …. know me as well as you think.”
Alex’s eyes widen and he looks quite hurt, but it’s momentary and his face softens into sympathy. “I’m getting you some water,” he says, heading inside, and Henry wants to scream. Getting drunk wasn’t supposed to make Alex even more affectionate towards him. Why isn’t this working?
Slowly, on legs that won’t quite work, Henry stands. He still has half a bottle of brandy stashed in the room he’s sharing with Alex. If he can get that and down it, he hopes he’ll simply black out, removing any likelihood that Alex will confess.
When Henry walks into the house it’s clear he’s being talked about again. This time Nora, June and Alex are clustered around Oscar. They all look up as he enters, and concern is written across all their faces. Henry draws himself up to his full height and ignores them, staggering across the room and using furniture to keep himself upright, his sights set firmly on his goal.
Halfway across the room a strong hand clamps around his arm. “Son, where are you going?” Oscar asks, his expression deeply concerned. Alex is hovering just behind him.
“‘m gonna lie down,” Henry manages to lie. Oscar gives him a searching look, but then loosens his hold.
“That might be a good idea,” he says. “But we should get some water in you first.”
“Don’t need it,” Henry says, turning towards the bedrooms again. This time Oscar lets him go, and through his haze Henry hears him telling Alex they’ll keep an eye on him during the afternoon. He makes it to the bedroom and quickly finds the brandy, lying down on the bottom bunk and hiding the bottle next to him under the sheets.
Alex comes in the room with a glass of water. “Will you please drink this?” he asks softly, holding out the glass, and Henry’s heart gives a lurch in his chest. Why is he doing this again? He’s obviously hurting Alex, who he has never wanted to hurt even for a moment. He forces himself to sit up and takes the glass, draining the water without looking at Alex and passing it back.
Then, unable to look at the sad expression on Alex’s face, he turns and curls in on himself, hoping Alex will leave.
It hurts a lot when he does. Henry pulls the brandy out and drinks as much as he can in one breath, sick of the day and Alex’s hurt and this whole fucking loop he is stuck in. He pulls the bottle away from his mouth and pants for a moment, his hand slipping on the bottle and sloshing quite a bit of the brown liquid onto his chest, then finishes off the rest in a second pull.
The warmth of the brandy burns in his chest and Henry feels his stomach begin to roil against all the alcohol in his system, but as the spirit takes effect on him his vision begins to narrow to a point and his thoughts swim and then he feels nothing at all.
“Henry? Son, can you hear me? June, get a bowl. He’s breathing, I cleared his mouth out, he’s going to be okay, Alex. Mierda, why would he do this? Has he been under any sort of stress?”
Henry lets out a soft, involuntary groan. His face is sticky, especially around his mouth, and all he can taste is bile.
“Henry?! Henry, can you hear me?” It’s Alex’s voice, sounding strained and panicked. He feels hands on him, and then there’s some shuffling and they’re removed.
“Mijo, I know you’re worried, but you’re not helping. Just leave him for a moment, will you? Nora, can you -”
Henry hears Alex swearing and Nora cajoling and then there’s the sound of a door closing and their voices become more distant. He wants to stop them, to tell Alex to come back, and that he’s sorry and he knows he fucked up, but he can’t move. He tries to open his eyes but all his eyelids do is flutter. He groans again and feels the sensation of vomit surging up his throat.
Someone, Oscar he supposes, holds his head over the edge of the bed as he expunges the contents of his stomach. He vomits so hard it comes out his nose too, and by the time he finishes he’s letting out cracked sobs and his face is wet with sweat and tears. Oscar’s strong hands push him back onto the mattress and he feels a towel being wiped over his face. Slowly, he manages to squint his eyes open, and he finds Alex’s father on his knees next to the bottom bunk, looking at him with concern written across his features.
“Do you know where you are, Henry?” he asks.
“Lake,” Henry manages hoarsely.
“That’s right. What day is it?”
“S-Saturday?”
“Okay,” Oscar says. He watches Henry for a moment, a frown settling on his face. “I’m not going to ask why you purposely tried to drink yourself into a blackout,” he says in a low voice. “But I can tell you I am not impressed.” He sighs, looking Henry over. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but my son is in love with you, and as his father I am now invested in making sure he’s not with someone who is going to make these kinds of selfish, self-destructive decisions.”
Henry shuts his eyes. Oscar keeps talking, but he doesn’t hear him. His plan has failed. He got drunk enough. He made himself sick.
Want You a Latte by hufflebibin_rwrb
T | 1.2k
No Warnings Apply | Coffee Shop AU | Crack | Barista Henry
Henry has been practicing his latte art hearts for two weeks. He thinks they’re coming along pretty well.
“Listen, I would absolutely love to participate in whatever barista mating ritual this is because you are like distractingly hot and I didn’t want to say anything while you were working because that’s not cool, but please, you’ve got to stop putting dicks on my lattes.”
Ok, maybe not.
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Or, Henry accidentally seduces Alex through phallic latte art.
(excerpt and full cover under the cut!)
Henry is decent at a great many things. He doesn’t think it’s being prideful to say so, just a fact. He’s got a lot of passable skills, several of them quite good, even.
Latte art is not one of them.
He’s been working at Z & S Café for eight months now and it took until three weeks ago for his flat whites to consistently come out with perfect circles on top. Hearts have been his new project for the past two weeks. They still come out at least a little wonky every time, but they’re miles better than they were when he started. Those — well, the less said about those the better.
A sharp burst of laughter and the scrape of a chair being pushed roughly off the carpet and onto the tile shakes Henry from his distracted thoughts. He really needs to get more sleep. Sure, it’s midterms, but that doesn’t mean he should settle for an hour or two a night. At least four hours tonight , he pleads to the universe. Then he realizes who has walked up to the counter and knows the universe is spiting him. You could’ve just said no, he thinks.
“Listen, I would absolutely love to participate in whatever barista mating ritual this is because you are like distractingly hot and I didn’t want to say anything while you were working because that’s not cool, but please, you’ve got to stop putting dicks on my lattes.”
[image description: a fic cover. The background is a coffee stained piece of paper. The top reads “Want You a Latte.” The middle features a drawing of a latte with heart latte art. The bottom reads “hufflebibin”. End image description]
Want You a Latte by hufflebibin_rwrb
T | 1.2k
No Warnings Apply | Coffee Shop AU | Crack | Barista Henry
Henry has been practicing his latte art hearts for two weeks. He thinks they’re coming along pretty well.
“Listen, I would absolutely love to participate in whatever barista mating ritual this is because you are like distractingly hot and I didn’t want to say anything while you were working because that’s not cool, but please, you’ve got to stop putting dicks on my lattes.”
Ok, maybe not.
—
Or, Henry accidentally seduces Alex through phallic latte art.
(excerpt and full cover under the cut!)
Henry is decent at a great many things. He doesn’t think it’s being prideful to say so, just a fact. He’s got a lot of passable skills, several of them quite good, even.
Latte art is not one of them.
He’s been working at Z & S Café for eight months now and it took until three weeks ago for his flat whites to consistently come out with perfect circles on top. Hearts have been his new project for the past two weeks. They still come out at least a little wonky every time, but they’re miles better than they were when he started. Those — well, the less said about those the better.
A sharp burst of laughter and the scrape of a chair being pushed roughly off the carpet and onto the tile shakes Henry from his distracted thoughts. He really needs to get more sleep. Sure, it’s midterms, but that doesn’t mean he should settle for an hour or two a night. At least four hours tonight , he pleads to the universe. Then he realizes who has walked up to the counter and knows the universe is spiting him. You could’ve just said no, he thinks.
“Listen, I would absolutely love to participate in whatever barista mating ritual this is because you are like distractingly hot and I didn’t want to say anything while you were working because that’s not cool, but please, you’ve got to stop putting dicks on my lattes.”
[image description: a fic cover. The background is a coffee stained piece of paper. The top reads “Want You a Latte.” The middle features a drawing of a latte with heart latte art. The bottom reads “hufflebibin”. End image description]
I have a cold and Sudafed-shaky hands, but I would be remiss if this day passed without observing my favorite fictional royal. Happy Birthday, Prince Henry. You’re the only one on earth worthy of our Alex (who thought you’d appreciate a birthday Cornetto this year). ❤️💙
This was done in pencil and microns in my sketchbook, then colored digitally. Kudos to my Champion Tier patreon members who encouraged me to sketch something out this morning. Y’all really do live up to your title. :)
So, in the process of thinking about the Alex jacket, I started thinking about a whole election night casual cosplay (casplay, if you will), which got me thinking about the signet ring.
And then I couldn’t stop thinking about the signet ring.
I decided I wanted to design a ring that would go with the jacket, but was also one I could wear out and about in my daily life. Something that would look nice on a necklace with a key for the casplay, but also would look good as an actual ring too. I was going to wait until I finished the jacket to order, but I am not the world’s most patient person, so the order has already been placed. I’m currently working with the marvelous artist who will be making the ring to get everything finalized.
Below is the design I made for the top of the ring - I’ll post pictures of the finished product when it comes it!
I may also used this design for a yellow shirt as well - I’m very fond of how this came out!
One of my goals for this year is to get back in to sewing, so I figured why not jump in the deep end and try making the bomber jacket Alex wears on election night?
Have I ever made a jacket before? No. Have I sewed anything in years? Also no.
Goal: complete the jacket before the movie is released (or before the end of the year)
Current progress: Fabric samples have arrived and I either don’t like them or they won’t suit the look I’m going for so I’m ordering some new ones, muslin for a mock-up has arrived, sewing machine is set up in my apartment (for the first time since I moved!), and getting ready to practice cuffs and zippers on a sweatshirt to jacket mod this weekend.
Type Maps for Red White & Royal Blue by Casey McQuiston
I made some art for this wonderful book which I just reread, and went straight into the bonus Henry chapter #obsessed. Alex & Henry in colors inspired by the colors of the original and special edition books!
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