Young Royals But Every Time Wille Has A Mental Breakdown It’s The Wilhelm Scream Sound Effect

i wish you guys could read the amazing fic i haven't written and probably will never write, it's fire

this line right here!!!

Betrayal, watercolour, 2024

headcanons are so funny once they become ubiquitous in your brain. forgot that we didn’t all agree about that.

first time sketching with a pencil in months

AU where closeted Crown Prince Wilhelm has an existential crisis after reading Red, White & Royal Blue

At least I'm not trying to be someone else. No one likes me when I'm myself. *I* like you when you are yourself!

Sunday Snippet

I have survived the last week and a half! (Somehow). And I come bearing a snippet from a now completed, slightly-longer-than-it-was-supposed-to-be 'experimental oneshot'. I just need to edit the mess offline mode made of my document, but hopefully I'll get to share it soon. (People following the progress of the childhood friends fic will also be pleased to know that I've been working on that too.)

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With intent, Felice chucked the cardigan she was holding in her hands at Nils. He squawked and lifted his arms to protect himself, spilling water everywhere in the process. “What the fuck was that for?” he cried, shaking his wet hair out of his face and laying the glass down on the table. “Fuck’s sake, Felice. I’m all wet now.”

“You asked Simon?” she demanded, rounding the table and sitting down in the armchair opposite them.

Nils wiped his hands on his t-shirt and sent her a scathing look. Very used to Nils, Felice just glared back at him until he sighed. “Yes. I asked Simon. So what?”

“So what?” Felice’s voice went shrill and Wille felt like he might be missing something.

“Yeah,” Nils said. “So what.”

“So,” Felice said, slowly and deliberately. “Simon is off limits.”

Nils scoffed and leant back into the sofa again. “Not any more, he’s not. He got rid of the dead weight didn’t he? Free as a bird. And therefore back on the table.”

“Nils,” Felice said, her tone warning. And then, for some reason, her eyes very pointedly moved to Wille and back to Nils. “That wasn’t why he was off limits.”

S3 is written like the writers were playing Episode with no diamonds.