#poor prince

[karebear923]

Someone hold me!!! 😭😭😭

Memoir of Rati ep 8 had me crying!!!

These period dramas always get to me 😭😭😭

[hannahwindy]

In the previous era, Rain wanted to be loved, wanted, and protected, but he didn't get any of that...

[obeythedemons]

[lovely-chocopii]

[rachel1987]

My friend is writing a book and this is the main character, Prince Akira. This isn’t even remotely in character for him, but the image popped into my head after a silly conversation we had involving him asking his servant “okay so what’s so great about me?”. I imagined him laying on his stomach talking to his servant about such things and found it adorable, so I drew it.

He’s probably a little too “Disney prince” looking and the tone of the book is much darker than this bit of fanart leads you to believe. But I’m thoroughly enjoying seeing the story come together and the characters are just fantastic. I highly recommend checking it out over at @crrystalpalace if you’re interested!

(Also, in my opinion, Akira has “long legs that just don’t quit”.)

[fudanshidaily]

SHOT

[the-collective--archive]

Failure of a background bc I don't usually draw backgrounds Also yay an almost gone Virgil trying not to hurt someone (guess who it is by the background) and for some reason it's really fun to draw his wings Also I now know how Roman will play in this So when I make an au I already know The one left is Logan and I have absolutely no idea what to do with bc he's not an angel but I don't know what he's going to be help

[boletarianknight]

[Closed Starter] @a-pierrots-dance

The dull throbbing in his hand was still going uncomfortably strong. Or perhaps it was worsening? No. It must be that there was time to focus on it now that he was out of harm's way.

Gingerly, the knight unbuckles his helmet and wriggles it off. A muffled curse hanging on his breath as his injured hand protests the use. Once free of of the nuisance he places it on the ground, along with his shield and sword which were discarded not long before. He then roots about in his bag, only to produce a clump of rather sorry looking moon grass, resulting in a dissatisfied sigh. If only there was a way to better ensure the safety of such valuable goods. For the time being he pushes aside his pride, and standards, popping the herbs in his mouth. Wincing slightly at the unsavory textures.

At least they should yet serve their function.

Nibbling at the medicine, the young man finally takes a moment to look about him and his surroundings. A fairly dark room littered with odd features. The only good lighting provided by some still flickering lamps. Now who on earth had bothered to light those? And were those things... holding cells?

Drawn by curiosity he wanders over to one of the structures. A collection of small rooms walled off by intersecting horizontal and vertical wooden beams. Each one with a heavy door in the center. Hmm. Cells indeed.

The knight starts on a second batch of the moon grass and traces his hand along one bar. Following it along till he reaches the door to the cell. One that had been left carelessly ajar. Hm. Had it been used recently? He reaches out and pushes it open, letting it swing wide, while standing in the door frame and pondering the use of the chamber. Blissfully unaware of another’s entrance into the room behind him.