Happy Faire Friday!
The sun is out and making me nostalgic for faire season.
Missing all my armored faire friends and crew.
I hope you all have a magical weekend. I can't wait for the New years shenanigans. ✨️
With @unicorn-shieldmaiden & Sarah F. ❤️
Photos thanks to Liv F.H.
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Stunned | for @steddiemicrofic 's April prompt: Fool
pairing: steddie (duh) | word count: 454 | rated: M | on AO3
"Quite the day, wasn’t it, m’lord?”
“Oh yeah, quite the day.” Steve laughs at his side; The party trucks on ahead of the pair, tired, tacky with sweat and dust from the long day at the faire.
“Only one thing would’ve made it better, hm? Perhaps the acquisition of a new lady friend would’ve sealed the deal for you?"
Steve smirks, shaking his head only slightly, so his borrowed (though made of very real metal) crown doesn’t fall. “Perhaps.”
“I, of course, still haven’t been able to conquer the lingering presence of my long lost, unknown love.” Eddie woes on, for the umpteenth time, “His sandy brown locks, those perfect brown-green eyes that met mine across a crowded hall only the once…”
He’s playing with fire, with lava more like, trying to pull this shit. Though, luckily, it seems Steve is none the wiser—
Steve groans in irritation, stopping Eddie with him on the packed dirt path. “Would you stop that?”
“What ever could you mean, Stevie?” Eddie grins, despite the rock that sits heavily in his stomach.
“Stop making it seem like you don’t have a thing for me. As if the ‘soft-haired, hazel-eyed love’ that ‘Edmund’s been going on about isn’t-–”
Eddie cuts him off in return, managing a clipped “I know not what you mean.”, before attempting to flee, hurrying off down the path ahead of them after the rest.
“Do not take me for a fool, Edmund,” Steve calls after him, effectively rooting Eddie to the spot.
For a brief moment, Eddie’s thoughts whirl; When did– Does Ste– Hang on, where’s this coming from? Steve had played along with his kingly role today, though only sparingly–
Steve is at Eddie’s side at the same moment, whispering low into his ear. “I know it is I that… troubles you.”
Eddie's head whips over, taking in Steve’s hooded gaze and confident expression.
He gulps, feeling his face flush hot with color. “Forgive me, your Majesty, I did not think–”
“No, you didn’t.” Steve states, authority in his voice that has all Eddie’s brain power rushing south.
“Now, are you going to allow me to tell you of the troubles you’ve caused me without interruptions, or should I take… preventive measures?”
“Preventative?” Eddie squeaks as Steve pulls him toward the lengthening shadows of the forest around them.
Steve nods, eyes still hooded. “I would normally offer my services,” the image of Steve on his knees in front of him shoots through Eddie's mind. “But it seems it is you who needs to listen.”
The Eddie who took Steve's place in the vision has nothing on the Eddie who emerges 30 minutes later with Steve’s crown on his head and dirt on his knees.
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"Rise above the storm, and you will find the sunshine" -Mario Fernandez
These photos come from a recent sunrise excursion during Viking weekend at our local Ren Faire.
The gold light over the tall grass was truly gorgeous, and it was a fun way to start off a full day of festivities with friends.
Thank you to Liv F.H for capturing them. 💛
With: Alexis Baker & Rae
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The renfaires in Gotham must be on the next fucking level
At least three villains have been mistaken for regular attendees and left in a huff because no one feared them and at least least five people commented on the lack of accuracy. Some redhead was complaining about an obscure food that apparently “didn’t taste the same” and a seven year old (“I’m thirteen”) shouldn’t be able to handle a sword that well. At least a third of Red Hood’s crew is there. This one lady had the best costume out of anyone but then started floating leading to theories that she’s actually a ghost from five or six hundred years ago. Nobody wants to be rude and ask. That guy might actually be Red Hood. At least four people escaped Arkham to be here but they’re not causing a fuss so no one’s telling just yet.
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where are the nonbinary english lit/history majors and teachers who can still wear pronoun pins under our increasingly fascist education system
i made this for u
(i mean i made it for me mostly but that's just how the artistic process works babey)
it's based on illuminated manuscripts and the 1375 translation of william and the werewolf, which features the first recorded use of singular they in english
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