In honour of pride month, do we have a headcanon for what hornkus is? Like he's the in the marauders fandom and he's bartys doppelganger, I highly doubt he straight but what is he?
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In honour of pride month, do we have a headcanon for what hornkus is? Like he's the in the marauders fandom and he's bartys doppelganger, I highly doubt he straight but what is he?
> This is Major Tom to Ground Control
> I’m stepping through the door
> And I’m floating in the most peculiar way
> And the stars look very different today
> For here
> Am I sitting in a tin can
> Far above the world
> Planet Earth is blue
> And there’s nothing I can do
// Space Oddity - David Bowie
ive had miku singing in my head nonstop for the past few hours and I just know it's not ending any time soon
I fear this is what will drive me mad
I still want a DreamWorks Perrito origin story movie
You There | Arthur & Brigit
"You there!" Arthur's voice called out over the lists. "Are you lost?"
While men-at-arms took down the information of every applicant, there was chaos in the yard. One applicant, in particular, Arthur noted seeming to scoot towards the palace, itself. He was clearly quite young by his height -- little more than a boy, Arthur would judge -- and likely somewhat lost.
"You cannot go there." He paused, taking in the bow and quiver adorning the lad's back. "Are you an archer?"
Arthur couldn't help but doubt his skill. A young boy accustomed to hunting squirrels in the woods was entirely different from a warrior, but Roderick, in a rare gesture of total equality, had insisted that every man be allowed entry -- and a chance at the irresistable prize.
Arthur hadn't fully considered, before his time in Astaira, just what such a sum of gold might mean to people of a different...lifestyle, but between Eithne and Aria, he'd begun to see peasants in a different life. He might have little hope in the boy's skill -- but he deserved a chance to bring the winnings back to his mama, same as the next.
"I'll show you where to go," he sighed, feeling that a porter really ought to be doing this and not an imperial prince, but there was no helping it. "Have you traveled far to be here today?"
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(in the second picture he’s wildly OOC I just like drawing men flustered)
(THE PROPORTIONS ARE WONKY ASF BECAUSE I DID THIS AT SCHOOL TRUST)