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Human AU! Its been awhile since I’ve drawn them as humans, when i first entered the fandom I used to draw a lot of em! I’d like to explore more ideas like this  (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ♡

the two methods of fic writing:

don’t think don’t breathe don’t question where the inspiration came from just wriTE LIKE THE WIND BEFORE IT LEAVES

meticulously plan the plot out until you actually have to write the story and then struggle and suffer

bonus method: no inspiration OR plot just an idea that you want to keep working on but you just stare at the screen blankly with tears running slowly down your face

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So apparently my brain’s solution to ‘I have two sets of fic I should be working on and I don’t know which one to work on first,’ is 'start a new universe in my head.’ So. Er. Here, have a (fantasy, though that’s not explicitly delved into in this) AU, with F!France/England, F!France<-F!Canada->England. F!Canada is Madeline, and F!France is Marianne. I just randomly snagged vaguely relevant placenames out of history. …This would be a whole lot less angsty if it wasn’t from Madeline’s point of view. ;;;

It takes three weeks after her arrival from Gallia for The Lady Madeline Williams, the sole child and only remaining family of the Duke of Vesperia, Lord Matthew Williams, to realise she is totally, hopelessly and irrevocably in love with the heir to the throne of the kingdom of Wessex, His Royal Highness, Prince Arthur.

It is not lust – or, at the very least, not lust alone; Arthur is handsome, Madeline knows none will honestly deny that, but it is in an almost peculiar way. He has his family’s fairness and green eyes – and with them he had inherited a dark set of formidable eyebrows, half-hidden under a forever-mussed fringe, and a tendency to burn rather than tan under the summer sun. He is slim – but set next to other men it seems almost to the point of skinny – and though he is a mage, and people whisper he is fae-touched, his hands are not as lily-soft as the old tales say they should be. No, Arthur’s hands are calloused from both sword and bow, the man apparently being more skilled with the latter, though Madeline has not seen the prince display his talents for either. The flex of his thighs and arse is beautifully distracting when he is upon a horse – but he flares a violent red when he notices himself being watched, suddenly self-conscious, sharp-tongued and curling up into defensiveness.

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Random Headcanon: That Federation vessels in Star Trek seem to experience bizarre malfunctions with such overwhelming frequency isn’t just an artefact of the television serial format. Rather, it’s because the Federation as a culture are a bunch of deranged hyper-neophiles, tooling around in ships packed full of beyond-cutting-edge tech they don’t really understand. Endlessly frustrating if you have to fight them, because they can pull an effectively unlimited number of bullshit space-magic countermeasures out of their arses - but they’re as likely as not to give themselves a lethal five-dimensional wedgie in the process. All those rampant holograms and warp core malfunctions and accidentally-traveling-back-in-time incidents? That doesn’t actually happen to anyone else; it’s literally just Federation vessels that go off the rails like that. And they do so on a fairly regular basis.

canon: they died

fanfic: fUCK YOU