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salty-an-disco · 2 days

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I’m just an Echo.

Someone created you, after all, and I’m what’s left of him.

Guy who’s so afraid of death and change, he made gods to kill each other over it. I’m obsessed with him. I wanna put him in a blender.

#I hate him. I love him. I wanna pick his brain apart and throw all the pieces into the pulverizer #had this image in my head for so fuckin’ long #ever since I first got into the stp fandom actually #so happy I finally got around to make it #slay the princess #the narrator #stp narrator #sal draws #finished drawing

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frootbyethefoot · 1 day

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they're never bringing out the worst in us

[ID: two digital drawings of miu iruma and kokichi ouma from danganronpa v3: killing harmony. miu is crossing her arms and looking to the side with a blank, skeptical expression on her face. behind her is a silhouette of herself, drawn in all black, holding a hammer with a nervous expression. miu is colored in monochrome, and the background is bright red.

ouma is smiling, with a happy expression on his face. behind him is a silhouette of gonta gokuhara, drawn in all red, with a sad expression on his face, wrapping toilet paper around oumas neck. ouma is colored in a heavy red hue, while the background is pitch black. END ID/]

some silly doodles too! i draw so much stuff that makes me insane that i often forget the value of doodling A Silly Little Guy. ids in the alt text!

#miu iruma #kokichi ouma #gonta is here too. im not tagging him but. say hi to gonta #drv3 #ndrv3 #danganronpa #danganronpa v3 #danganronpa v3 killing harmony #joeys art #image described #oh chapter four. my favorite tragedy #a sad fucked up situation on all sides hope these guys get worse #ive had this in my drafts for agesss. i love how it turned out! its just a little too. red for my taste #or im just a little sick of drawing ouma lmao #drawn him a LOT for a guy who didn't like him much until his last seven or so hours of screen time #the power chapter four and five have on me #the power late game v3 has on me in general lol

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melbatron5000 · 2 days

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Things that can be explained by POV switches

If you haven't read this analysis, you should start with that!

A list:

Crowley's hair and sideburns changing.

2. The Bentley changing. When it's Aziraphale's perspective, it's a four-door. From Crowley's it's two-door.

3. Gabriel's statue and the disappearing cross. From Gabriel's perspective, there's a cross. From Beelzebub's there is not. I wonder if it's because Gabriel sees himself as bearing some sort of burden?

4. Honolulu roast sign in Nina's shop. I wonder if that's because we switch to Nina's perspective, she knows the sign is there, she hung it. But someone notices it and someone doesn't.

5. Differing title/location cards? I bet they will give us a clue as to whose perspective we're about to see through if we pay attention to how they change.

6. The drawing of Gabriel being different when Aziraphale draws it versus when he shows it in the pub. When he draws it, we're seeing through his eyes, but when he shows it, we're seeing through Crowley's.

7. Possibly the Resurrectionist pub sign -- one of Mr. Dalrymple with a cleaver, one of him with a scalpel. Someone remembers him as a butcher, someone remembers him as a surgeon. I think we can tell who.

8. The vanishing/reappearing storefront signs in Whickber street. Someone knows exactly what shops are where, someone doesn't notice.

9. The streets and castle in Edinburgh when Aziraphale visits -- cobblestones versus paved; the castle in the background in every shot from every angle.

10. Several of the weird background noises can be explained by POV, but I don't think all of them.

11. Crowley's sunglasses changing? That one is iffy to me. Because they're silver for half the show, then black for the second half. If that were a POV switch, you'd think they'd change back and forth more often.

12. Crowley throwing books. And being nice to Jim. And wearing sleeve garters. He's telling Aziraphale on the phone what's going on, and we're seeing Aziraphale's image of it in his mind. That's almost certainly not what happened, but the gist is close enough.

13. Aziraphale's over-the-top reporter cosplay right after he is gently amused at Muriel's over-the-top constable cosplay. He's telling Crowley on the phone what's happening, and Crowley is imagining how it's going. Aziraphale's reporter persona is probably not as inconspicuous as he thinks, but it's probably not as cute and silly as Crowley imagines.

14. Gabriel not coming down the lift in the Dirty Donkey. Maggie and Nina see him first, they don't know about the lift, so they see him just walking down the street, not getting off a Heavenly elevator. He probably wasn't wandering around anywhere else -- but he does say he had to carry the box for soooo long, so maybe he was roaming around . . .

15. The high number of queer couples in the show. Both Crowley and Aziraphale are more highly tuned to humans who present as they do when in human form. It's probably not that there are more queer couples around, just that A and C take more note of them.

That's everything from my Murder Board that I think POV can explain. If anyone has other weird things that can be explained by seeing them through various character's eyes, I'd love to know!

And there is still PLENTY that can't be explained by POV. PLENTY. AND the POV changes mean we're not only seeing what they think is happening rather than what is, we're also NOT seeing anything they don't want known. We have to look where the furniture isn't.

#good omens #good omens 2 #crowley #aziraphale #good omens meta #good omens analysis #good omens fan theory #ineffable mystery #whose pov is it anyway #pov switches #a clue

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ferosmorningstar · 3 days

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defending Lilith? the bad mother and the seems to be villain of the next season? sucks to be you

Not gonna make any drawing on this. cause is pointless and it didn't deserve the time and effort.

*takes a deep breath*

WE DON'T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT LILITH YET. And who the FUCKING hell told you she's just the only one who we have to blame? I really love Lucifer but know he also fucked things up in his marriage. and I was in his particular situation ages ago so I can get it. That makes me think that he have the same amount of guilt as Lilith because that's how relationships works sometimes, not everything would be perfect forever and Im sure as hell you never had to deal with something like this before.. But hey, it takes two to tango. And Lucifer seems to be troubled and depressed for his previous decisions. So this is my thoughts about the situation:

I think Lilith got angry and disappointed of Lucifer for the same reason he said to Charlie ''There's no point in trying to save sinners''. I think Lilith get so discouraged because the person she love didn't grant her the trust and support to help her people and the breaking point was when he maybe said something to Charlie that in the pilot made her said ''maybe dad was right'', and of course that he agree to let the exterminations happen. That's why she didn't let Charlie get close to Lucifer, to not let him discourage her in any way cause Lilith seems to raise Charlie at her image. I want to believe Lilith is not a bad person but she's very fierce in defending what she wants and believes. And of course I don't believe she's a bad mom at all since she seems to enjoy raising, love and caring for her child as in all the pictures they have and how Charlie speaks so highly of her makes you see that Lilith didn't abandon her as a child or anything like that, Lilith left knowing she raise a very brave young princess to follow her dreams . So that's why Lucifer now sees that it is not pointless to care about his daughter dreams even if he doesn't believe in it at first. Trying to reconnect with her because at the end both are big dreamers but he didn't get to know her too much until now. Also believe it was a bad move of Lilith to not let Charlie know her father better but if you think of it, she's trying to make her not rely in anyone but her own courage and conviction to be independent as her mother is. I would love to see the regal queen of hell is also a goofy dreamer who would do anything in her power to make her daughter dreams come true.

Even if the Lucilith ship makes me so happy I will accept if they won't get together again. Cause sometimes being apart for the sake of the other person it's also love. I really hope they get together .. but still I won't blame any of them if that never happens. And also hope they won't make her the villain just for the sake of drama

so stfu hater and have a nice day.

(sorry for my bad english, is not my first language)

#hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin lucifer #lucifer morningstar #lucilith #lilith morningstar #hazbin hotel

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fanficapologist · 2 days

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Of Dragons and Maelstroms: Aemond POV

Themes and Warnings: slow burn, enemies to lovers, blood, violence, explicit language, sexual violence, period-typical misogyny, sexual themes, smut, tension, marriage, jealousy, pregnancy, childbirth, miscarriage, attempted sexual assault, breastfeeding, major character death, divergent timelines

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood/Game of Thrones characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

Chapter Six

The Gods had a plan, that much was clear. He always knew there was more to him. More than just a second son, more than a scholar or a swordsman. From his blood would come the King of Kings, who would take over the world even more so than Aegon the Conqueror. Yet he knew the Gods would not simply grant him this honour, Aemond thought. No, they sought to test him, to put him on trial to see if he was worthy. And what better way to do so than to bind him to a person he could not stand?

Aemond was a devout follower of the Seven, his mother had ensured it. Dragons may have made the Targaryen’s Kings but there was a higher power all men must answer to, be they peasants or Princes. He would trust the Gods judgement for what they had in store for him, yet he yearned for their guidance in the face of adversity. The moment he returned to Kings Landing, he first visited the Sept, looking for answers. In the dark and stoney building, where the scent of incense filled the air, Aemond kneeled before an altar and lit a few candles.

To the Father, he prayed for strength to fulfill his duty, to uphold the legacy of House Targaryen, even in the face of personal anguish and resentment. To the Mother, he asked for patience and understanding as he embarked on the path set out for him. To the Maiden, Aemond pleaded for purity of intention, to be able to cast aside past turmoil in order for the marriage to bear fruit. When beseeching his chosen god, the Warrior, he asked for courage and valor, praying for the bravery to face the challenges ahead with steadfast resolve, even in the face of his own doubts and fears.

To the Smith, he prayed to be forged with resilience and fortitude, that he may withstand the trials and tribulations of a marriage born not of love but of necessity, and that he would be able serve the Realm justly. Aemond asked for the Crone to illuminate the path before him with her wisdom, that he may discern the lessons to be learned from this unexpected turn of fate, and that he may navigate the complexities of his future with clarity and insight. And finally, to the Stranger, he begged for guidance through the shadows of doubt and uncertainty, that he may emerge on the other side with acceptance and peace.

The Prince knew finding contentment with his great future, mapped out by the Gods themselves, would be easier some days compared to others. One such day that seemed easier was when he arrived back at the Keep and saw his sister, Queen Helaena, his nephews and niece, and Maera, laughing in the gardens. The lush greenery of the gardens provided a picturesque backdrop, with vibrant flowers blooming and the gentle rustle of leaves in the breeze lending a tranquil atmosphere.

Maera’s animated gestures and bright smile captivated Aemond’s attention, momentarily thawing the icy disdain between them. Despite their turbulent history, seeing Maera engrossed in conversation with Jaehaerys and Jaehaera stirred a small sense of warmth within Aemond. It seemed as though Maera was regaling the children with a captivating tale, her enthusiasm infectious and drawing genuine smiles from the young prince and princess.

As Aemond leaned against the cool marble pillar, his mind was consumed with conflicting thoughts and emotions. Despite his deep-seated disdain for Maera, he couldn't deny her natural affinity with children. Growing up in a House teeming with siblings, Maera's nurturing instinct seemed innate, effortlessly drawing the royal children to her side. It was no wonder they were captivated by her presence.

In his mind's eye, Aemond envisioned a future where Maera stood as a mother to their own offspring, silver-haired children destined to leave an indelible mark on the world. Though he harbored no affection for Maera, he couldn't deny the image of her nurturing her own children with unwavering love and dedication.

As he grappled with the realization of their intertwined fate, Aemond felt a surge of conflicting emotions. Their mutual disdain for each other seemed insurmountable, yet the prophecy foretold a future where their bloodline would shape the course of history. Despite the tumultuous journey that lay ahead, Aemond resolved to endure, accepting the weight of his destiny bound to Maera.

As Jaehaerys and Jaehaera rushed to greet him, their youthful enthusiasm brought a fleeting smile to Aemond’s lips. Their innocent energy provided a brief respite from the tension that lingered between him and Maera. Yet, as the Lady approached, her gaze locked onto his single violet eye, and Aemond couldn’t help but feel a sense of uneasy truce settle between them for the moment, if only for the sake of the children.

After the initial greetings, Jaehaera turned to Aemond with a serious expression. "Are female warriors as fierce as men, Kepus?”

Maera interjected before the one-eyed Prince could reply to his niece. "Absolutely, they are,” she declared firmly.

Aemond couldn’t help but smirk when he questioned her, watching the way Maera’s face scrunched up in annoyance, yet her eyebrows raised in intrigue, almost as if she was trying to hide the fact she too enjoyed the thrill of a challenge.

"Join me for training tomorrow in the courtyard, just like old times. I will fight for the young Prince and you can fight for Princess Jaehaera,” he requested as Maera folded her arms across her chest and furrowed her brow. Aemond would hate to admit it, but he was hoping with all his being that she would say yes.

Eventually she dropped arms and with a sigh, a small smile graced her face. “How could I refuse?” Maera replied, looking at the smiles beaming on the twins faces.

Aemond’s interest was piqued, and he couldn’t deny the allure of facing off against her in combat. The Gods may have bound them together, but Aemond refused to accept a weak partner. If Maera claimed to practice often, her skill with the sword must be honed and formidable.

And how delighted Aemond was to be right. A day later, as the Prince was practising with the Lord Commander, a sharp dagger flying through the air and hitting one of the straw dummies caught the crowd’s attention. Clad in a blue tunic and brown leather vest and trousers, she cut a striking figure, her brown and silver locks braided away from her face to accentuate her piercing forest green eyes.

Despite the intensity of his own practice, Aemond couldn’t help but steal glances in Maera’s direction. From the corner of his eye, he observed her swift movements as she engaged with the three squires the Lord Commander had assigned to her. With each clash of blades, Maera displayed a fierce determination that Aemond couldn’t help but begrudgingly admire. Amidst the clang of steel and the grunts of exertion, Aemond recognised Maera’s tenacity and skill on the training grounds as she beat all three men.

When the time finally came for the one-eyed Prince to spar with the Lady, their movements seemed to flow seamlessly, like dancers gliding across a ballroom floor. Their swords clashed with precision and grace, each strike and parry executed with fluidity and finesse. Their footwork was agile and precise, reminiscent of a choreographed dance, as they circled each other with a grace that belied the intensity of their duel. Their swords sang through the air as they hit each other, creating a mesmerizing rhythm that echoed throughout the courtyard. It almost came across as romantic.

As they continued their spar, Aemond felt a surge of exhilaration coursing through him. It was as if a piece of his old self, the youthful and carefree young boy of years past, was resurfacing amidst the intensity of their duel. Despite the weight of his responsibilities and the burdens of his past, in this moment, he felt alive, relishing the thrill of the fight. However, despite the Lady’s prowess, he sensed a momentary lapse in her focus. It was a familiar trait from their childhood days, one that he knew how to exploit.

With a calculated strike, Aemond breached Maera’s defense, his sword finding its mark and leaving a gash across her chest. He observed her wince, a fleeting moment of vulnerability that fueled his determination. seizing the opportunity, he delivered a swift kick, sending Maera crashing to the ground.With Maera lying beneath him, Aemond swiftly straddled her hips, his weight pressing down as he pinned her to the ground. His sword hovered dangerously close to her throat, a silent threat that demanded her submission.

Holding her in place, Aemond took in the sight before him. Maera's face flushed with exertion, beads of sweat glistening on her brow as she breathed deeply. Strands of her brown and silver hair had escaped their braid, framing her face in a wild halo. Her blue tunic bore the marks of their spar, torn and stained with blood from where his blade had struck her, revealing glimpses of her heaving chest beneath.

The Prince’s mind wandered as his breathing fell into a rhythm with hers. There was a strange and unsettling beauty in seeing her in such a vulnerable position, beneath him, her power stripped away. It was an intoxicating sensation, one that made his heart race and sent shivers down his spine. It was like a drug, addicting and irresistible.

When Maera finally yielded, Aemond smirked in victory, relishing in her admission of defeat. He knew how stubborn she could be, and forcing her to submit must have been a bitter pill for her to swallow. But oh, how he reveled in making her feel that pain.

That evening he could not help but stroke his cock to the sheer image of her defeated body beneath him, grunting softly as he slid his hand up and down repeatedly. His face twisted in pleasure as his mouth fell open, picturing her heaving breasts, her reddened face, her intense green-eyed stare before releasing into his hand. The image of her swollen with his child, the continuation of his bloodline foretold by the Gods, was enough to make him hard once more. And it made him angry, reminding him of the night of Aegon and Helaena’s wedding, when he desperately sought relief by his own hand because of Maera.

The Prince vowed not lose himself to depravity. He wanted to maintain some form of control, and whilst he knew Maera was a key part of his future, he would not allow himself to become ensnared by her. Not her beauty, not her wit, not her skill with the sword. He needed to remain sharp of mind, so he occupied himself with his duties, just as he always had. The dutiful son of House Targaryen.

For weeks he patrolled the Reach, Riverlands, and Westerlands tirelessly, his presence a looming shadow over the lands he traversed. He made it a point to liaise with the High Lords of each region, maintaining alliances and ensuring their unwavering loyalty to his brother, Aegon. Aemond’s commanding presence and diplomatic skills proved invaluable as he navigated the complex web of politics and power dynamics that governed each territory.

In addition to his diplomatic efforts, Aemond diligently sent ravens bearing news and requests back to the Capital, keeping his brother informed and up to date on the latest developments across the realm. His dedication to his duties served as both a distraction from his inner turmoil and a testament to his loyalty to the crown.

Yet he could not get returning to Kings Landing out of his mind. To face off against Maera once more brought him a strange excitement. The last time he saw her was the night the blue and black dragon landed on the beach—a moment that felt like an omen from the Gods, occurring as Aemond and Maera stood together, gazing up into the night sky.

During that encounter, Aemond took a perverse pleasure in verbally tormenting her. She stood before him in a thin cotton nightgown and robe, her curves accentuated beneath the white fabric, squirming uncomfortably under his scrutiny. Bandages adorned her chest, evidence of the wound Aemond had inflicted upon her during their sparring match.

And how he so looked forward to their fights continuing once he returned. In their battles of wit, the Prince found a peculiar joy—a satisfaction derived from the sharpening of his intellect and the thrill of outmaneuvering his opponent. With every exchange, he revelled in his victories, savoring each triumphant moment while carefully analyzing his missteps, always striving to improve his skills.

Beneath the surface of his desire for intellectual supremacy lay a deeper, more primal urge. He yearned for dominance over Maera in every facet of their interactions. He longed to exert control over her, to make her feel small and insignificant in his presence—a fitting retribution for what he perceived as her betrayal and the bewildering effect she had on his emotions. For Aemond, the prospect of facing Maera once again was not just an opportunity for verbal sparring; it was a chance to assert his power and assert his dominance over the woman who had unsettled him like no other.

One stormy day upon his return to the Red Keep, he intended to find his mother and sister. His usually sleek and straight white hair now clung to his face and neck, dampened by the relentless downpour outside, its ends curling slightly from the moisture.

Upon arriving at his mother's chambers, Aemond found them empty, devoid of the usual warmth and presence that he associated with her. Instead, he was directed by the guards stationed at the door to his sister Helaena's rooms. With a nod of acknowledgment, he made his way through the dimly lit corridors, his footsteps echoing against the polished marble floors.

As Aemond entered his sister Helaena's chambers, he found his mother, the dowager-queen Alicent, seated by the window, her expression fraught with concern as she watched the maids help her daughter out of the bath. The tension in her shoulders seemed to dissolve as Alicent’s gaze fell upon her second son, relief washing over her features.

“Mother…” Aemond began, concern etched into his expression. Before Aemond could utter another word, Alicent enveloped him in a tight embrace. Despite his usual reserve, he returned the gesture, his arms encircling her form.

When Alicent finally pulled away, she brushed a tear from her brown eye, managing a smile. “It’s fine, Aemond, we’re fine.”

Aemond’s gaze drifted to Helaena, now clad in her nightgown holding a millipede in her palm, her wet hair being gently combed by the maids. She seemed content in her own little world. “What happened?” Aemond inquired, his voice tinged with concern.

Alicent’s gaze turned towards her daughter, sadness clouding her features. “She’d been unsettled all afternoon,” Alicent began, her voice soft, laden with worry. “She asked to go outside for some air, and then we couldn’t coax her back in during the storm. She was hysterical.”

Aemond, standing by the door, felt a weight settle in his chest. Guilt tugged at him for not being there for his mother and sister in their time of need. Aegon, his elder brother, had once again proved of little assistance, and Aemond regretted being away from the Keep to attend to his duties, knowing his closer bond with Helaena could have offered solace.

His one-eyed gaze lingered on Helaena as she delicately lifted a millipede to her face, her expression serene yet distant. Their violet eyes met briefly, and she uttered cryptic words, her voice soft and ethereal. “It is not blind but it does not see.”

His brow furrowed in confusion at her enigmatic remark, but before he could inquire further, Alicent gently guided their attention back to her.

“Then Maera came,” Alicent continued, her tone tinged with a sense of relief. “And, well… they have always shared an unspoken bond.”

Aemond couldn’t help but feel a mixture of gratitude and frustration towards his foe. While he harbored resentment towards her, he couldn’t deny the relief he felt knowing that Helaena had been spared the anguish of being restrained or further distress, a testament to the calming influence that Maera seemed to possess. No one could reach Helaena like she could.

Lord Commander Criston Cole had taught the a prince that sometimes a truce was better than losing when facing an enemy. Despite their mutual disdain, they were bound by the will of the Gods, a fact that Aemond couldn’t ignore. With a hum, he acknowledged that perhaps it was time to bridge the gap between them, if only to make his own life easier.

Determined to confront Lady Maera and initiate this uneasy truce, Aemond stormed to her chambers, his steps echoing with purpose down the corridor. Upon arrival, he was met by her maid, who informed him that she was currently bathing. Despite the maid’s attempts to dissuade him, Aemond insisted on having an audience with Maera, his resolve unyielding.

There was a twisted pleasure in knowing that, as a Prince of the blood, he could demand to see her whenever he pleased, a small victory that gave him a sense of power over her. He enjoyed the idea of disrupting her routine, knowing full well that it would annoy her, yet finding joy in the knowledge that he held the upper hand in this encounter.

As Aemond entered the room, his gaze immediately fell upon the wooden screen that shielded Maera as she bathed. Despite the barrier between them, he wasted no time in inquiring about his sister's well-being, his concern evident in his voice. When Maera revealed the events of the storm and her role in bringing Helaena to safety, Aemond couldn't help but begrudgingly thank her, acknowledging her efforts in preventing further distress to his sister.

Seated near the hearth in Maera's room, Aemond suppressed a chuckle at the sight of her feeble attempt to maintain her modesty behind the screen. It struck him as ridiculous, given that any semblance of reputation Maera once held had long been tarnished, and therefore there was no need to hide from him. At least that was what he told himself.

The Prince remembered Helaena’s words from her wedding day, many years ago when he walked her down the aisle. Dragon fire melts the steel to bridge the gap between sky and sea. And what better way to bond with her than sword fighting like when they were children? It took some convincing but when she finally agreed, Aemond saw it as a step towards bridging the gap between them and potentially fulfilling the prophecy foretold by the witch of Harrenhall.

As weeks went by, Aemond couldn’t deny the exhilaration he felt. Despite their differences, they each possessed unique strengths with the sword that complemented one another. Through their training, they not only honed their swordsmanship but also coached each other to improve, fostering a sense of camaraderie between them. With each passing week, Aemond sensed a small part of his childhood self resurfacing, softening the cold and hardened edges he had acquired over the years.

Yet after each session, the Prince found himself grappling with newfound confusion and inner turmoil, leaving him unsettled and frustrated. He had always prided himself on his unwavering certainty and control over his surroundings, but the shifting dynamics with Maera left him feeling adrift and uncertain. When he was with her, Aemond experienced a sense of excitement and renewal, a departure from the stoicism that had defined him for so long. He couldn’t comprehend these conflicting emotions, and they gnawed at him like a relentless fire, consuming him from within. Despite his efforts to maintain control, he found himself burning alive. Burning for her.

“She has declared herself a virgin?” The witch’s tone was cool, her eyes glinting with an unsettling knowingness as she sat at her table.

Aemond sat in the dimly lit room of Harrenhall, visiting once again to attend to his duties, his gaze fixed on the flickering flames of the hearth. At Alys’s question, he turned his head and furrowed his brow, his voice laced with confusion and frustration. “She did not outright declare it, but it was something she said…”

His mind took him back to a day in the Godswood, having just returned from a trip to the Westerlands. The Prince immediately spotted Maera seated beneath the towering Weirwood tree, engrossed in the pages of the Seven-Pointed Star. Her brow was furrowed in concentration, her lips moving silently as she muttered the words to herself. Aemond couldn’t help but find the sight endearing, a stark contrast to her usual confident demeanor.

Her dark brown curls, adorned with the distinctive silver streak, cascaded around her shoulders, framing her face as she looked up from her book to meet his gaze. However, instead of the usual warmth, Aemond detected a troubled expression in her emerald eyes.

“Nyke se mandia,” I'm the eldest she said, the words heavy with emotion. "Nyke yenka emagon issare idīntan ēlī . sytiotāpagon zirȳ va skorkydoso naejot sagon sȳz ābrazȳrys se muña. Y…” I should have been married first. So I could guide them, advise them on being good wives, good mothers, on how to navigate the wedding night. But instead I…

“Why would she not defend herself? Why keep silent?” Aemond muttered, more to himself than to Alys, his thoughts swirling with unanswered questions.

Alys’s grin widened, her gaze piercing. “It’s like wine on a cotton shift; a stain not easily removed once spilled,” she remarked cryptically before shrugging. “If she refuted the claims, it would not have mattered anyway.”

Aemond shook his head, trying to make sense of it all. “If she is proved a maiden in the eyes of the court, she will be free to wed, and therefore seen as a more suitable wife for myself,” he mused, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips at the thought of Maera as his wife, as well as the great life they would lead, if what the witch predicted was true. Quickly refocusing, he continued, “The King of Kings must come from our blood. Though coming from a minor House, her chances are still slim.”

“The scales can still be tipped in your favor, my Prince,” Alys stated calmly, rising from her chair with purpose evident in her movements. “If you'll allow me?” Aemond tilted his head, studying her with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension. After a moment's hesitation, he nodded in reluctant agreement, though his expression remained guarded.

Alys proceeded to gather ingredients from various shelves, her movements fluid and deliberate. With practiced precision, she arranged them on the table before retrieving a knife from a nearby chest.

“Your blood, my Prince,” she requested, extending her hand toward him as if it were a perfectly ordinary request.

Aemond's frown deepened, his stance rigid with discomfort. “Blood magic is blasphemous,” he protested, the weight of his upbringing and values evident in his words.

Alys met his gaze steadily, her own unwavering. “And yet the Gods demand it,” she countered, her tone firm and unwavering. Seeing his reluctance, she added, “Blood mages have ancient roots, tracing back to the days of Old Valyria. Your ancestors had no qualms practicing it.”

Aemond averted his gaze, conflicted by the truth in her words. The history of his lineage was filled with tales of ancient magic and power. Could he dismiss it so easily now, when faced with a solution to his current predicament?

Alys's voice sliced through the tense air, snapping Aemond out of his contemplations. “If you wish to conduct your investigation without my help, so be it,” she declared firmly, her cat-like eyes boring into his with unwavering determination. “But time is not on your side.”

Aemond's jaw clenched as he wrestled with his inner turmoil. He knew the urgency of the situation, the pressing need to resolve the matter swiftly. The vision of the King of Kings seemed to slip further away with each passing day, and he couldn't afford to let that happen. Maera's fate hung in the balance, and he refused to let her slip through his fingers.

With a frustrated growl, he extended his hand toward the witch, a silent acknowledgment of his reluctant acceptance. “Just see it done,” he grumbled, his voice laced with impatience and resolve.

Alys wasted no time, and with a deft slice, she pierced through the Prince's palm, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from him. She then positioned the mortar beneath his hand, allowing the crimson droplets to pool within its depths. Retreating slightly, Alys placed the mortar on the table before deftly adding the tea leaves. With a measured hand, she began to grind the leaves and blood together, the sound of the mortar echoing softly in the room.

Once satisfied with the mixture, the witch retrieved a pot of boiling water, her movements deliberate and precise. Pouring the steaming liquid into a cup, she added the concoction from the mortar, stirring it methodically until the contents melded into a dark, swirling brew. After a muttering of some words, Alys raised the cup to her lips and drank the potion in a single gulp.

Aemond watched the ritual unfold before him, a mix of bewilderment and revulsion churning within him. The sight of his own blood mingling with the tea leaves filled him with a sense of unease, a stark departure from the teachings of the Faith of the Seven that he had been raised with. Yet, in the face of necessity, he found himself willing to set aside his reservations, driven by a relentless determination to seek out answers and secure Maera to his side.

Once Alys finished consuming the dark concoction, she hummed softly to herself, her gaze shifting from the cup to the Prince with a focused intensity. "I see a man hanging above a maelstrom you do not know. Upon the orders of two white feathers."

Aemond's brow furrowed in frustration at the cryptic words. "Riddles will not help me," he growled, his tone laced with impatience and anger.

Undeterred, Alys pressed on, her expression unwavering. "But this might. The ship known as the Bird of Thousand Colours," she declared, her voice carrying an air of certainty. "Find records of its departure from Blackwater Bay and any passengers on board. That will lead you to finding discrepancies in the rumours and clearing the Lady’s name."

Aemond's frustration boiled over, his anger evident in the sharpness of his retort. "You are sending me off to look for ship records? How will this prove she is a maiden to the court?!" he demanded, his voice tinged with disbelief.

"I can only tell you what I see, my Prince," Alys replied calmly, her demeanor serene despite the Prince's growing agitation.

With a huff of exasperation, Aemond stormed out of the room, his rage simmering beneath the surface. He was more frustrated than ever, his mind grappling with the seemingly futile task ahead. As he left Harrenhall behind, the weight of uncertainty hung heavy on his shoulders, his thoughts consumed with the looming challenge ahead.

The prospect of embarking on what he perceived as a wild goose chase only served to stoke the flames of his anger, and he vowed that if Alys’s words proved to be false, she would pay dearly for leading him astray.

Notes: Hey! I’m sorry I’ve been MIA, my health has been really shit. So doctor now thinks it’s ME (CFS) rather than PVFS because it’s been going on for almost five months. I’ve started new meds for headaches and nausea so I’ve been a bit all over the place. Uploads might be slower than usual but I’m writing when I can. And I see your asks and messages I’ll get to them soon but thought I’d upload a chapter while I get my shit together 🖤

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Thank you so much for reading! Comments, feedback, likes, and reblogs are greatly appreciated 🖤

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tornrose24 · 1 day

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I got bored and felt like doodling images from my TGAMM fic 'Her First Forever Friend' across the week.

Also, because I loved writing chapter 13 so much, I drew out three moments that I loved. So.... if you haven't gotten to chapter 13 yet, I'll hide the images under this 'keep reading' tag:

I just loved this chapter so much! I had to draw for it, and I really wanted to show off the sundress/french braid combo I gave Molly for the last scene!

#the ghost and molly mcgee #doing art for my fan fic #seriously DONT click the keep reading tag until you finish chapter 13 #molly mcgee #scratch the ghost #todd mortenson #libby stein torres #darryl mcgee #tgamm geoff #wraith molly #tgamm oc

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shiro-s2e2-erukinzu · 12 hours

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Me and my family just saw Spy × Family: CODE: White (dubbed version) and...

I ABSOLUTELY LOVED IT...!!! 💗😍💗 And so did my family...!! 😁🎉

But, before I talk about the movie, I wanted to show the card they handed out to the four of us:

It's a cute image of Anya reaching for the (Stella) stars and me, my mom, my brother and my dad each got one...!! 😄 They also had Spy × Family cups and popcorn buckets, but they were already sold out of those by the time we got there...! 😅 Well, at least we got the cards!! 😁

Now... ON TO THE MAIN EVENT!! 😆:

People who are fans of Spy × Family and haven't seen the movie yet, BEWARE... Cuz I'm about to discuss Spy × Family The Movie: CODE: White... You have been warned...! 👌

[SPOILERS AHEAD FROM THIS POINT ON]

Where do I begin...? There's SO MUCH that I love about this movie that I'd probably just just end up describing THE ENTIRE movie...! 😅 So to avoid doing that, I'm only going to list MY ABSOLUTE MOST FAVORITE parts of the movie!! 😆 HERE I GO!!:

The Ferris wheel scene - OMG! I LOVE THIS SCENE SO MUCH!! 😍 I loved that Anya got Loid and Yor to go on the ferris wheel so that they can talk things out!! 😁 MY TWIYOR HEART WAS GOING CRAZY!!! 💗😍💗 And I also loved that Yor and Anya waved at each other, that was so cute...!! 🤗

Anya, Yor and Bond playing together - THIS WAS SOOO SWEET!! 💗😭💗 I LOVE seeing Yor and Anya spending time together, their relationship is one of my absolute favorites in the entire series and I'm so happy that the movie had this scene in it!! 🤗

Yor Vs. Type-F and Twilight Vs. Snidel - Both of these fights were AMAZING!! 🤩 My favorite parts of both fights were their endings...!! Loid disguising himself as Snidel, getting the upper hand and then defeating Snidel was really cool!! 👏😆 While in Yor's fight, Yor dodging Type-F's attacks, then the reveal that she used THE LIPSTICK THAT LOID GOT HER to draw on and around Type-F to blow him up gave me GOOSEBUMPS! 👏😍

The Forgers spending time together as family - OF COURSE I'D LOVE ALL THE MOMENTS WHEN THE FORGERS ARE DOING STUFF TOGETHER!! 💗😍💗 I nearly cried when Loid met up with Yor, Anya, and Bond at the fountain and went home together near the end of the movie...!!! 💗😭💗 And speaking of the Forgers being together...

The Forgers working together - I FREAKING LOVE THIS SO MUCH!! 😍It's something that I really want to see happen in the series proper, AND THE MOVIE DELIVERED!!! 👏👏👏

There are SO MANY other moments that I LOVED in this movie, but I like I said earlier, I'd talk about the ENTIRE MOVIE at that point...!! 😅 But, there's one last thing that I wanna bring up before I go... There are two times in the movie where Anya reads minds and we DON'T hear their inner thoughts...!! The first time was after the ferris wheel and Anya reads Loid and Yor's minds, and the second time was after Loid and Anya reunite and Anya reads his mind...!! 😲 It's pretty obvious that whatever Anya heard was good because she smiled after both of those times, but that doesn't mean that I'm not still curious to know what Anya heard in those two moments...!! 🤔😁

Anyway, that's pretty much everything that I wanted say about the movie!! 😊 I would love to see it again in theaters, but I can also wait for the home release as well...!! 😁 Also, NOBODY TALKED DURING THE MOVIE, so the curse of other people being LOUD and ANNOYING during an anime movie that I wanna see seems to be broken...!! 👌😌

Well anyway, this was the best two days late birthday present for me ever, so until the next Mission... Take care, be safe out there and be kind to one another...!! LATERS! 👋😄

(P.S.: I would've had this review done yesterday, but I was having fun with my family, and that's more important! 💗)

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anonymouscheeses · 14 hours

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Big fckn redesigns here. Well mostly Charlie but Vaggie somewhat too 🥰🥰

Blue fits Charlie soooo much and I cease to see that many redesigns with this color. I still want red to be used in most of their designs because well. They are in hell, but not too present so to make way for other unique colors. Charlie has several physical traits from her parents but also she has some details in her clothes that match with them. When I uhh, introduce their designs you'll see lmao. I also tried to make her have a more roundish design, I jst LOVE those typ of designs omg. I just want the characters with not too many sharp corners pls Viv bro... 😔 oh yeah she's mixed cuz her mom's are darker in their redesigns. Alot of their genetics went down to Charlie so she doesn't look like an exact copy of Lucifer, I kind of hate that trend with hh and hb characters, like did the moxxies dad give birth to him bro 😭 also I kept her bow because it looks so cute and silly on her it just fits, I wish they made it bigger in her show design because it would fit her silliness so much. She has a cape with stars because morningSTAR smh why didnt they do something fun with that, missed potential but whatevs yknow I still love og designs no matter what anyone sayss. Did you know I love Charlie, I could ramble for days. I think I love Charlie guys. Maybe jst a hunch idk... also... s-snake fangs.. jeepers anddd..... snake tongue.... shiver me timberz

The wife ever. I had animation in mind more when I designed her, not like in a "How easy or hard would this be to animate" way. But I like to imagine when she's shocked her hair kind of fluffs out plus her actual fluff, when she's mad her bow turns into kind of horns and then her jacket expands like wings. Gave her a more hotel like outfit, she likes to work for fun (ew). Her socks are socks but she has some fluff under them she just tries to cover it up because she hates herself 🤪 (she doesn't hate her bigger body she actually feels much more comfortable chubby than when she was skinny with Adam. She was burdened with the weight of Adam's image of women... In this sorta rewrite she gained weight when she goes to the hotel because she's more happy. I'm dying I love chub Vaggie so much guys please) headcanon: she kind of likes fashion, it's like a fun hobby of hers to stitch together clothing and go out and buy clothes she'll never wear. She taught Charlie how to stitch and she SUCKS so you can jst see it on Charlie's pants.

Second outfits! Charlie's hotel uniform for. Well. Hotel stuff. She usually only wears it when new people come to the hotel, which.... isn't often, if at all. She still likes to keep it just in case. Also she goes really cartoonish when it happens, she does the looney tunes run and changes into her clothes in like 2 seconds. Can you see my vision? 😭😭

Vaggie's is in her armor. She has several pairs of armor lying around in the hotel in completely hidden spots. It's kind of surprising uhh. Yeah she wears it alot more than Charlie wears her alt uniform but still rare to find her in it. I don't get the whole thing with the exterminators and them not being able to fight according to Carmilla. Which is kinda stupid, I'm not gonna lie. So, instead of that, Vaggie has just let her guard down and has gotten much more comfortable in her surroundings so she feels like she doesn't need to fight anymore, she's just gotten rusty 's what I'm sayin. I have no idea how to draw armor. You can tell...

Extra below cut vvvv

BABY CHARLIE!!! With the heads of my redesigns for Luci, Eve, and Lillith. Haha you still cant see them. Uhh, ill definitely finish the thing one day. Its not even that big of a project thing, i think i jst keep going to other drawings so im like not focusing on one thing lmao. Lucifer has heterochromia because he was cursed to forever be reminded of his betrayal. I only explained that because Charlie has it too, it's kind of a curse on the entire blood line where at least one eye is red. This is like. Slightly older Charlie than the baby Charlie in show? I jst wanted to put her in overalls cuz omg that's jst so cute ughhh 😭😭

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fernsensei · 8 months

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and heeere it is! some thoughts on "what if gabriel and v2 met", the comic i've been working on much longer then i would've like to confess! i'm happy with the way it turned out to be and who knows, maybe i'll do a second part once i figure out how to bring this all to the culmination👁👁 hope you'll enjoy reading as much as i've enjoyed drawing!<3

#i want to thank ceo of tumblr personally for letting us post up to 30 images per post #i'd fucking scream if i had to make a second post for ONE (1) image #i could've colour it but i'm shit with colours so. maybe later #it's crazy how i've come from 'I HATE DRAWING THESE BITCHES' to 'i love them so much' in a matter of seconds #phew now i can go draw shitpost again with peace #'fuck it we ball' is my motto now #ultrakill #gabriel ultrakill #v2 ultrakill #gabv2el #<<bc i said so and bold of you to assume this wont turn out to be a homoerotic tragedy #gabriel/v2 #ultrakill fanart #comic #art

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calmparticles · 4 months

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