Kotlc Bronte - Tumblr Posts - Page 2
Ok, am I the only one who thought Bronte was a round kinda cartoon guy (kinda like the judge in Popeye but more realistic) and he had a fancy Mario mustache and a monocle? Just me? Ok
I didn't really imagine him as "perfect" by the Elvin standards, but it really added to his character when I imagined him that way. He had cruel and mean exterior, but was a real person (wait are they called people?) Who had real feelings on the inside. I don't really know why but my brain automatically matched that vision with his personality.
*Gasp* I wonder if Bronte ever picked up his match lists, or if he even was apart of the matching system. *Aggressively gasps again* what if someone got him crush cuffs, or even better, what if he gave crush cuffs to someone else. Awwwww I wonder what he was like before he got sucked up into inflicting. Was he all kind hearted and would always be there. I feel like we need to know more about Bronte and his childhood.
Awwwww I hope he didn't have bad parents :'(.
Sorry (not sorry) I kinda ranted about Bronte.
I think I have an obsession
Anyways please read my Bronte hcs
-both Bronte and Sophie are goth, but Bronte is vampire-goth, and Sophie more emo
-asexual, gayromantic
-mind is very unstable, both from being an ancient and ✨️trauma✨️
-very touch-starved. He just wants hugs, but nobody wants to hug him bc he's an angry little bitch
-loves flowers and pretty things, as long as they're not pink
-constantly insisting that he's fine even when he's not
-will inflict on a child if necessary (flashback to him inflicting on Sophie-)
-just wants cuddles
-hates being a Councillor
-he has one of those adorable kitten sneezes
-has an eating disorder, and it was really bad before he met Terik. It's still bad, but it's a little better
-yes, also he and Terik are gay
-what if Bronte secretly had a Southern accent? Why are all elves (*cough coff* the Vackers) described as having crispy British accents?
-likes fizzleberry wine, cranberries, and dark chocolate
-sleeps a lot
-in his spare time (he doesn't have much) you can find him reading mystery novels
Yeah I might draw goth Bronte later
Bronte ig
I'm still experimenting with my style...
I love him a little bit
The silly guy
I drew Bronte.
Again.
Anyways yeah white coloured pencil on black paper <3
So yeah, I decided to continue it. @antisocialdork (sorry for the ping, but I believe you were asking for Bronte content)
Bronte Cintalin looked up at the wall of books and scrolls before him. He swept a few muffin crumbs off of the table and frowned. He thought he'd read every book in the Council's library, but recently he'd stumbled upon a white leather book with no title. Its old yellowed pages donned deep magenta stains as if someone long ago had carelessly spilled wine or juice on them. He turned a page and inhaled softly. The ancient paper crinkled weakly, leaving a bookish aroma on Bronte's fingers. Books had the most wonderful smell. Old books, new books, musty old scrolls, and newly-printed novellas; he'd make a candle that smelled of books if he could.
This particular book was different though. It smelled like lushberry blossoms and dust in the best way possible.
He studies the book further but quickly finds that he cannot read it. It's in a language he's never seen before. Perhaps it was a human dialect? He tucks the book in his vest pocket. Perhaps a visit was in order.
He snatched up the last bite of the blitzenberry muffin on the table and stood up, taking the wrapper with him.
Luckily, he knew just the Councillor to help him figure out a way to translate the book.
Terik.
The man was obsessed with humans. He found them utterly fascinating and thought they were a very important species to study. He also thought that they should be considered intelligent. Bronte shared this belief and knew that he could trust him with the book he'd found. While many books in the Council library were written in human languages, this one was different. Its ragged and stained pages seemed out of place in the huge pristine library, especially just to be sitting out on a table. Gnomes cleaned the library every night before bed, so it was strange that a book would be lying out so early in the day.
Bronte was always the earliest riser and spent most mornings lounging around and reading books while the others were still waking up and getting ready for the first meeting of the day.
Terik was most likely still asleep.
Oh well.
Bronte strode out into the hall and began making his way to Terik's tower.
While being a Council member is always a difficult job, weekends are probably the most grueling. Saturdays and Sundays bear constant, until-you-collapse busywork.
Terik is the kind of person you do not want to be around on these days. He's a socialite. Terik is hands-on, always ready for travel, and a diligent note-taker. He can conduct interviews, bend rules carefully, and is incredibly persuasive. He's not the type to spend his time organizing scrolls and signing documents at his desk all day.
Today was Monday, which meant he was probably trying to sleep in after the long and taxing weekend.
You can imagine how displeased he was to be awoken by the sound of someone pounding on his front door at the crack of dawn.
But, when he arrived at the door and saw who it was, he quickly smiled. "Bronte? What brings you here so early?"
"I have a request." He pulled the white leather journal out of his vest pocket and held it out to him. "This book was written in a human dialect. I figured you could help me translate it."
Terik took the book and flipped through a few pages. "Hm. When do you need this finished?"
"Ah, well, it's not for work. It's for myself. I found it in the library, and it caught my attention. I'd like to read it."
Terik smiled, glancing at him. "Then I'll get it translated as soon as I can."
"Good. Thank you." Bronte nodded, satisfied.
"You're welcome. Do you need anything else?" Terik asked.
Bronte hesitated, then shook his head. "No, that should be all." His lips twitched slightly and he stepped back. "Have a nice day, Terik."
Terik nodded a watched Bronte walk briskly away. He flipped through the book's pages one last time before turning to go inside, closing the door behind him.
Yeah, so, maybe this is turning into a Bronte × Terik thing? Who knows lol
Bronte and Fintan forever
(Don't judge me, I got too lazy to add details)
@kale-of-the-forbidden-cities there I did it