Miss Piggy as Crown him with Many Crowns and Dolly Parton as Prince Ianthe Naberius

Do you see the Vision?

pre-gtn 3rd house twins.

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Crown him with many crowns 👑

“No,” said Crown. “ I’m boobs and hair and talk and a hell of a sword hand.” 👑🗡️

Thank you for all the love for my Coronabeth cos!

First test for Crown! The outfit needs work; although being a fashion disaster is on brand for her 😂 I’ll get a rapier eventually

i would give anything and i mean anything to know what the scene inside the BOE truck was immediately after Nona and Judith climbed onto the roof to yell at Varun…. my immediate guesses are

• Pyrrha trying to climb up to go after Nona while cursing profusely, Palamedes grabbing her with valor to prevent her from doing it

• Coronabeth sobbing dramatically because Judith ABANDONED HER AND IS GOING TO DIE despite all of her SELFLESS CAREGIVING

• We Suffer on the radio yelling at the other trucks like: you have the lyctor project and a possessed necromancer on the hood of your vehicle, SLOW DOWN AROUND THE TURN

•Pash having some kind of erratic tantrum about Zombies

•not to mention the very quiet conniption that Camilla is certainly having in the other truck as she hears a bang on the roof that’s too light to be a Herald

No, like. The line immediately after “crown him with many crowns” is “as saints before him fall”. Like yeah haha puns bc Corona means Crown and Corona’s new name is Crown. But specifically that line. Immediately followed! By the promise of saints kneeling before the crowned. but also ‘fall’ has connotations of a) love and b) death. Cainabeth and Abella…….

I feel pretty confident about griddlehark at this point, but

thinking thoughts about how nona was so obsessed with crown, and crown specifically- not coronabeth. crown, with her boots and her cargo pants and her guns and her hair tied back, with all her charm and strength, all her rage and determination.

was that really just nona? or, walk with me here- is there a chance that that was actually alecto, too, bleeding through and rising to the surface?

alecto, seeing a kind of kinship in crown- in this big, tall, strong blonde with a sword strapped to her back, hot and lovely and kind and awful and powerful and perfect. this woman who refuses to give up- on her sister, on saving jody, on BOE's resistance. who's unafraid to throw one hell of a tantrum, if it means being listened to, for once. crown, who everyone thinks of as dumb, who everyone underestimates, who no one ever takes as seriously as they should, even though she's clearly capable of plenty of atrocities in her own right. this woman who's been described over and over again as someone who positively radiates life, and energy, and vitality, and strength. this woman who wanted nothing more than the chance to be herself, to be free, to serve as cavalier and guardian and protector, but was instead sentenced at birth to a life of being a princess and wearing dresses and looking pretty and loving less and staying out of the way and keeping her mouth shut and playing second fiddle to a necromancer obsessed with power and glory. familiar, no? this woman who was betrayed, left behind, left alone, and left utterly in the dark by the one person who's supposed to love her the most- only to then be told that being abandoned was in her best interest, really, for her own safety.

thinking about all the times we've seen ianthe insult crown's intelligence and praise her beauty in the same breath. you big dumb bimbo, what can you do? of all the times we've seen ianthe fussing over crown's appearance. thinking of the sister-lyctor makeover-montage ahead of dios apate minor, and how harrow hated every second of it, and how ianthe treated it like nostalgic second nature. thinking about the third house: fucked-up planet gossip-girl with all its betrayal and espionage and flesh magic and debauchery, three for the gleam of a jewel or a smile. thinking about the pressure that must have come with keeping up the double-necromancer ruse, about ianthe having successfully played the part of two necromancers from the age of six. exactly how much practice must that have taken? thinking about the casual, automatic, possessive, offhanded, violating nature of ianthe playing god and giving harrow a full head of fast-growing hair without asking, without even telling her, just to make harrow prettier, just to piss her off, just because she could. how she did it so easily, and without hesitation, almost as though she's maybe done that sort of thing before.

thinking about preservation. about a perfect body frozen in ice for a myriad, about ianthe spending all her downtime on the mithraeum figuring out how long she can keep an apple core in perfect stasis before the rot sets in.

thinking about corpse puppeting: a deceased world leader here, a trusted cavalier and friend you've known from the cradle there. about i picked you to change, and this is how you repay me? about she took babs. and who even cares about babs? babs! she could have taken me!

thinking about alecto, and hollywood hair barbie, and you have made me a hideousness.

thinking about crown, who's by her own admission boobs and hair and talk and a hell of a swordhand.

thinking about something as simple as stud earrings, and about how much grief ianthe gave her for daring to wear them.

nona loved crown.

something tells me that alecto might, too.

I'm weeping Nona spends a whole chapter going on about how Crown is the most beautiful woman in the world, drop dead gorgeous, absolutely perfect and

Really very nearly pretty enough for Camilla!!!! Very nearly!!! I'm screaming, I'm crying!!!

"Crown was fantastically tall and big and gave wonderful hugs, the type where she put her arms around you and really squeezed."

A more complicated way to determine your Blood of Eden name:

a reference to any classical work (painting, play, hymn, etc.)

a lyric of your choice from your country's national anthem

a lyric from your favorite song

(I call it complicated because I personally hate making decisions)

Currently I'm at: If Music be the Food of Love Play On At the Twilight's Last Gleaming We're Leaving the Planet and You Can't Come

Nickname: Muse

But I've been bouncing between Shakespeare quotes (I'm a theatre kid) and song lyrics for an hour--

Crown Him With Many Crowns when she gets up to leave any BOE meeting

Crown Him With Many Crowns is the queen of the repeated heel turn, so what better song than Heel Turn 2. "President of the fanclub up there, choking on his tears." Artist Credit: gisele

I don’t think I’m going to finish this like I wanted to (surprise emergency doc visit has me exhausted) but here is my interpretation of the mugshot Barbie/spn meme that’s been going around.

I still might do some more based on the ask suggestions I got the other day but wanted to share.

Ahead of alectopause I just want y’all to know that ice bear had a conspiracy theory…

We know that TM started out in Homestuck fanfiction and a lot of elements from Homestuck worked its way into TLT (dream bubbles, the ironic miserable porn knight in aviators, etc etc) and we ALSO know that Coronabeth and Ianthe were originally called Cainabeth and Abella which means that Crown has to get so so so much worse to surpass Ianthe’s fuckshit and I just.

I think there’s no fucking way Crown, the Royal, purple coded character with voluminous curls who no one takes as a serious threat, isn’t suffering some kind of a total mental snap and offing like 5 people aboard a space station.

#CLOWNABETH

Coronabeth constantly being portrayed as fit and fat means so much to me actually.

As a matter of fact the complete body diversity this fandom portrays in fanart is beautiful to me.