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If you or a loved one married an idiot, you may be entitled to financial compensation.
I cannot be the only one who thought this when that “finger heart” trend was going around.
Repost bc my dumbass deleted the one before
Credits: Me
An OC I've had on my mind for over 2 years now, his name is Edmund, as you can see, he clearly isn't mentally well, soon I'll tell ya'll more about him but for now i can say that he has killed at least 6 people and doesn't have a fashion sense.
My warlock contract is basically what happens when a banished archfey prince and a magic school dropout team up.
Edmund. That's a trapezoid, not a beak.
More sketches coming at ya, This time my taurian Ocs. (Is that even what you call it?)
Anyways, first up is my Siren gal, Cynthia or Cynthi. She uses her voice and the top half of her body to lure prey to be eaten by her lower half which is giant mouth that devours the victims that dare to come near. Even though her actions are gruesome, she’s actually a very sweet girl that lets her hunger get the best of her.
Next up, Edmund. Edmund is a British Centaur that lives the center of England’s townscapes. He makes a living off his career as a Novelist, tho as writing gets harder to process, he has some moments of stressing himself out to think of ideas. He is a sweet guy if you get to know him, but if so prefers to keep to himself and focus on his work.
Cynthia and Edmund, both belong to Me
Perfection
White Moves First, Part 2 ~ Edmund Pevensie
I’ve had this part written for a while but needed to work up the motivation to post it, so here it is. Here’s the part where jealous Edmund comes in. I hope you like it @emotionallyattachedteen!
Summary: Despite the distance between their two lands, Y/N, princess of Archenland, is close friends with King Edmund the Just. But when push comes to shove, will friendship turn to more?
Warnings: none
Word count: 3.4k
White Moves First masterlist
With the care Rona applied the rouge to my cheeks, one would’ve thought the whole evening revolved around the perfect pink tint of my cheeks. Prince Rabadash wouldn’t magically love Archenland because of the ministrations of my lady’s maid.
Honestly, I wasn’t sure there was anything that could divert him from the path of war.
Rona finally abandoned the pot of the dark pink powder, her fingers fluttering to my hair.
I opened my jewelry drawer, my hands hovering over the various rings, brooches, necklaces, and hair pieces. Selecting a dainty silver bracelet, I slid it onto my wrist, secretly hoping Prince Rabadash hated silver.
A knock sounded against my door. “Are you decent?” my father’s voice called from the other side.
“Let him in,” I murmured to Rona, who scurried off to do just that. Instead of greeting my father, I continued where she’d left off, placing little clips to hold my hair in place. The ball would start soon, and it would not do for the princess of Archenland to be late.
“Y/N?” My father appeared behind me in my mirror.
“Yes?” I said, without pausing.
My father didn’t reply, and that was when, in the mirror, I spotted the box he held tightly to his chest. I swiveled to face him, noticing for the first time how nervous he looked. “What’s going on?”
He took a deep breath. “You are the one female member of our family.”
I raised my eyebrows. Had he just noticed this? “Yes…I am.”
Never had my father seemed so uncomfortable in all my life. “The prince—Prince Rabadash—you know, the prince coming tonight?”
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