bluejamjar:

aaah baby

bluejamjar:

aaah baby

((Shutocon was brilliant, Erin was a jerk to Arthur and needs to stop provoking Norse gods, Marauders are beautiful and precious, and I will reply to stuff tomorrow because I need to homework and my muse for Arthur is far overshadowed by my James muse right now and nothing would be ic) 

birdasaurus:

A young girl enjoys a cup of tea courtesy of the advancing Allied armies in a sector of Europe now cleared of Hitler’s troops. 1944.

birdasaurus:

A young girl enjoys a cup of tea courtesy of the advancing Allied armies in a sector of Europe now cleared of Hitler’s troops. 1944.

omgthatdress:

Dress
1940s
Timeless Vixen Vintage
Sundresses for Spring!

omgthatdress:

Dress

1940s

Timeless Vixen Vintage

Sundresses for Spring!

(Source: bookishandbroody)

"Hey, Arthur, can I, uh, ask you about something?"

burgers-and-fries-nation:

thefallenbritishempire:

burgers-and-fries-nation:

thefallenbritishempire:

thefallenbritishempire:

*currently a young child, so if it’s anything important you may want to ask tomorrow when he turns back*

Hm?

Who’s bushy brows? *wide eyes* I don’t know anyone named that. 

*stands up, frowning* 

Who are you? Do you know my mum or sissys or brothers? You’re being strange and I’m not supposed to talk to strangers.

It’s a nickname, little dude.

[stays on the floor, and starts tapping foot a bit]

Yeah, of course I do!. Or at least I think I do. Tell me who your brothers, and sisters are, and I’ll see if I know them.

There’s Alice, and Erin, and Isla, and Ian, and lots and lots of others but those are my favourite.

[tilts head again]

But aren’t they already older?

Erin isn’t but Isla was really really big. Alice says it was ‘cause of magic.


If I owe you and am replying to other people/clearly online please tell me because I dont want to lose threads but tumblrs notes systems are making it difficult and i dont have time to search through each post on the off-chance it’s missed until at least later tonight.

This only applies to tumblr because I know I owe on other platforms but I have issues trying to handle multiple platforms and threads on each one at once while in class. 

*erin walks up to arthur*

shamrocks-and-swords:

thefallenbritishempire:

shamrocks-and-swords:

thefallenbritishempire:

shamrocks-and-swords:

thefallenbritishempire:

shamrocks-and-swords:

thefallenbritishempire:

shamrocks-and-swords:

thefallenbritishempire:

*Arthur is an adult right now* *Arthur is drinking his tea and pretending like nothing new happened because he was embarrassing as a child dammit*

Can I help you?

Dia duit. *smiles at him*

*pours her a cup of tea* -Lovely…should I assume you don’t speak modern languages then?- *he hates using Irish, hates it with a passion, only knows it because he had to use it in the past to control them*

*blinks in confusion* «my name is Erin. Who are you? »

-I’m Arthur, your brother…- *offers the cup of tea, sipping his own* *it’s an kenyan black tea base with bergamot and ginger*

*sniffs it and makes a face* « you don’t look like arthur…or act like him… »

-The faerie magic wore off…I’m an adult again.-

«oh…you look mean. »

-I look mean?- *pinches the bridge of his nose* -Lovely…- *his voice is thick with sarcasm* *sips his tea* 

«but I know you’re not.» *smiles and walks over, crawling up into his lap*

*slightly confused because wasn’t expecting that* *wraps an arm around her though, remembering how she’d treated him when he was little* -You thought Alice was…if anything, I’m meaner than her.- *teasing a bit though*


*baby Arthur on your doorstep*

smokinhotscots:

thefallenbritishempire:

smokinhotscots:

thefallenbritishempire:

smokinhotscots:

smokinhotscots:

-baby Arthur in my arms you mean-

But it was so much fun. -sticks her tongue out at him.- 

But it was really mean *pouting*

But Yer so cute when ye laugh

*snuggles her* I’m not cute.

Yer very cute little brither. -kisses his head- a big strong cute warrior.

warriors aren’t cute…


*erin walks up to arthur*

shamrocks-and-swords:

thefallenbritishempire:

shamrocks-and-swords:

thefallenbritishempire:

shamrocks-and-swords:

thefallenbritishempire:

shamrocks-and-swords:

thefallenbritishempire:

*Arthur is an adult right now* *Arthur is drinking his tea and pretending like nothing new happened because he was embarrassing as a child dammit*

Can I help you?

Dia duit. *smiles at him*

*pours her a cup of tea* -Lovely…should I assume you don’t speak modern languages then?- *he hates using Irish, hates it with a passion, only knows it because he had to use it in the past to control them*

*blinks in confusion* «my name is Erin. Who are you? »

-I’m Arthur, your brother…- *offers the cup of tea, sipping his own* *it’s an kenyan black tea base with bergamot and ginger*

*sniffs it and makes a face* « you don’t look like arthur…or act like him… »

-The faerie magic wore off…I’m an adult again.-

«oh…you look mean. »

-I look mean?- *pinches the bridge of his nose* -Lovely…- *his voice is thick with sarcasm* *sips his tea* 


*erin walks up to arthur*

shamrocks-and-swords:

thefallenbritishempire:

shamrocks-and-swords:

thefallenbritishempire:

shamrocks-and-swords:

thefallenbritishempire:

*Arthur is an adult right now* *Arthur is drinking his tea and pretending like nothing new happened because he was embarrassing as a child dammit*

Can I help you?

Dia duit. *smiles at him*

*pours her a cup of tea* -Lovely…should I assume you don’t speak modern languages then?- *he hates using Irish, hates it with a passion, only knows it because he had to use it in the past to control them*

*blinks in confusion* «my name is Erin. Who are you? »

-I’m Arthur, your brother…- *offers the cup of tea, sipping his own* *it’s an kenyan black tea base with bergamot and ginger*

*sniffs it and makes a face* « you don’t look like arthur…or act like him… »

-The faerie magic wore off…I’m an adult again.-


it-s-all-about-popular:

thefallenbritishempire:

"I don’t particularly like potions," too many bad memories, "My brother is rather good at them though. I know the theories well enough, I just dislike making them" 

image

"Oh okay. Well doesn’t really matter. I prefer spells myself anyway. I just thought it would come in handy in case I am unable to perform a spell." Elphaba wanted potions in case her family was in need and she was unable to help, this way she could protect them.

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"I’m not saying you shouldn’t learn them. They’re incredibly useful. You just also need to make sure they aren’t abused. Potions can keep you awake for hours, and alive when in other circumstances you’d die, but they shouldn’t be the first option unless absolutely necessary."

*erin walks up to arthur*

shamrocks-and-swords:

thefallenbritishempire:

shamrocks-and-swords:

thefallenbritishempire:

*Arthur is an adult right now* *Arthur is drinking his tea and pretending like nothing new happened because he was embarrassing as a child dammit*

Can I help you?

Dia duit. *smiles at him*

*pours her a cup of tea* -Lovely…should I assume you don’t speak modern languages then?- *he hates using Irish, hates it with a passion, only knows it because he had to use it in the past to control them*

*blinks in confusion* «my name is Erin. Who are you? »

-I’m Arthur, your brother…- *offers the cup of tea, sipping his own* *it’s an kenyan black tea base with bergamot and ginger*


Being a child for a week was tedious

callofthecelts:

thefallenbritishempire:

callofthecelts:

thefallenbritishempire:

*glares* 5’9’ is a perfectly respectable height. *purses his lips*

Aye, yer a we bit taller than a sapling the now.

*rolls his eyes* I’d rather be a sapling than a hulking giant.

I was one boney n short like ye, I’d be called Marrec tha twig. * Grins. * But, sometimes, tha wee saplings can grow into big ole oak trees.

I don’t want to grow into an oak tree..*raised eyebrow* I’m an adult, I’m unlikely to grow further. Nor do I want to, I’m comfortable with my height… 

"Hey, Arthur, can I, uh, ask you about something?"

burgers-and-fries-nation:

thefallenbritishempire:

burgers-and-fries-nation:

thefallenbritishempire:

thefallenbritishempire:

*currently a young child, so if it’s anything important you may want to ask tomorrow when he turns back*

Hm?

*nods* mmmhm. Arthur Kirklaaand. *draws out his name, grinning toothily* 

[is now on his elbows, and tilting his head]

[kind of mumbles to himself]

When did Bushy Brows have a kid?

Who’s bushy brows? *wide eyes* I don’t know anyone named that. 

*stands up, frowning* 

Who are you? Do you know my mum or sissys or brothers? You’re being strange and I’m not supposed to talk to strangers.

It’s a nickname, little dude.

[stays on the floor, and starts tapping foot a bit]

Yeah, of course I do!. Or at least I think I do. Tell me who your brothers, and sisters are, and I’ll see if I know them.

There’s Alice, and Erin, and Isla, and Ian, and lots and lots of others but those are my favourite.