#long post warning.

[regal1ties]

(   targaryen a   /   emilia   clarke   /   ciswoman,   she &   her   )   here   ye   here   ye   —   the   riverlands   welcomes   𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙙𝙖𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙖 𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙜𝙖𝙧𝙮𝙚𝙣 of   𝙚𝙭𝙞𝙡𝙚.   king   matthos   baratheon   is   glad   that   the   thirty2   year   old   appears   to   be   alluring   and   he   shall   overlook   that   it’s   said   they   are   also   cynical,   as   long   as   they   are   glad   to   celebrate   peace   in   the   seven   kingdoms.   fortunately   for   them,   matthos   remains   oblivious   that   they   aren't   happy   with   his   reign.

001 : 𝚍𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚎𝚛.

full    name   :    daella targaryen.       nicknames   :   ella, lady sereni.        title   :    princess daella of westeros, princess daella of house targaryen, lady sereni of lys.        age   :    two   and    thirty.       date    of    birth   :       eleventh day of the first moon ( january 11 ),   267   years   after   aegon's   conquest.       place    of    birth   :    king's landing, the crownlands.       gender   :    ciswoman.    preferred    pronouns   :    she    &    her.       orientation   :    bisexual    &    biromantic.       current    location   :    riverrun,   the   riverlands.     alliance   :    house    targaryen,    herself.       religion   :    faith    of    the    seven.       spoken    language(s)   :    the    common    tongue, high and low valyrian.

002 : 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎.

faceclaim   :    emilia    clarke.       eyes   :    kind,    round    eyes    pair    well    with    the    subtle    lilac    irises    reminiscent    of    ancestors    of    valyria;    gold    flecks    illuminate    the    fire    born    child's    destiny:    fury    burns    in    her    eyes.       hair   :    a    delicate    and    ethereal    shade    of    platinum    hair,    illuminated    with    a    subtle    silver    sheen;    curling    tendrils    fall    to    the    middle    of    her    back    though    most    often    worn    in    intricately    woven    braids    in    place    of    a    crown.           build   :    ever    the    figure    of    elegant    grace,    bust    and    hips    engage    in    a    dance    of    equilibrium;    waistline    cinches,    creating    a    silhouette    that    mirrors    the    soft    curves    of    an    hourglass.    height   :    5feet,    4inches;    163cm.       distinguishing    characteristics:       dimpled    cheeks.

003 : 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢.

label   :    the    vixen.    mbti   :    estj-a;    the    executive.       enneagram   :    type3,    wing4.       natal    chart   :    capricorn    sun,    aquarius    moon,    virgo    rising.       temperament   :    choleric.       moral    alignment   :    chaotic    neutral. 

004 : 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚕.

biological    parents   : king jaehaerys iii targaryen & queen ... targaryen née ... sibling(s)   :    prince viserys targaryen, princess    elaena    targaryen    &    princess    rhalla    targaryen.       status   :    unwed    &    unbetrothed.       child(ren)   :    n/a.       extended    relation   :    house ... ( maternal relation ).    dragon   :    meraxes    —    a    slender,    obsidian   black    she    -    dragon    with    violet    markings    adorning    her    face.    the    membrane    of    her    wings    and    spinal    crests    are    a   soft   lavender.    her    temperament    mirrors    that    of    her    keeper:    a    soft,    gentle    disposition    with    the    potential    to    bite    back.    she    is    merely    the    size    of    a    large    house    cat    but    greets    those    she    meets    with    bared teeth.

005 : 𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢. tw. ...

coming soon.

006 : 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜.

the   eldest   daughter   took   to   the   former   targaryen   king   like   a   moth   to   a   flame.   perhaps   a   fatal   attraction,   watching   as   her   beloved   father   fell   upon   the   madness   like   a   sword,   spiraling   and   spiraling   downwards.   daella,   not   even   old   enough   to   understand   the   happenings   of   political   meetings   with   the   small   council,   can   vaguely   remember   sitting   atop   her   father's   knee   as   her   elder   brother   festered   a   war.   her   fascination   remained   with   the   golden   crown   sat   atop   her   father's   silver   hair,   dreaming   of   a   day   in   which   she   would   be   allowed   the   same   fate.   some   would   say   daella   is   a   mirror   image   of   the   mad   king,   holding   her   own   fury   behind   her   eyes   in   his   merciless   way.   but,   she   manages   her   disposition   with   poise   and   grace,   placating   would   be   outbursts   with   a   smile.

time   in   essos   allowed   daella   to   blossom   into   the   queen   she   could   be.   while   the   targaryens   faced   the   fate   of   many   an   unkind   situation,   daella   changed   their   position   with   valyrian   features   and   memories   of   a   king   that   had   fostered   a   healthy   relationship   with   the   lords   of   lys,   of   pentos,   astapor,   and   myr.   however,   it   was   in   lys   where   she   was   allowed   a   seat   upon   the   council   of   a   noble   family.   there,   she   learned   the   necessities   of   diplomacy;   hosting   functions   set   to   introduce   herself   and   her   siblings   to   other   families   sharing   the   lilac   gaze   of   valyrian   heritage.   many   a   connection   was   formed.   it   was   lys   that   garnered   her   renewed   alliance   with   houses   of   westeros.   it   was   lys   that   established   the   title   the   rightful   queen   of   the   seven   kingdoms.

daella's   love   for   her   father,   for   her   brother,   for   the   people   of   westeros   ignited   a   small,   lingering   flame   for   a   return   to   her   home   country.   but   she   needed   the   tools   to   return,   the   kinship   of   former   allies,   a   driving   force   that   would   set   her   feet   upon   the   westerosi   shores   once   again.   the   night   of   the   red   comet,   when   gifted   eggs   became   dragons,   daella's   passion   was   ignited.   the   three   dragonlings,   each   loyal   to   a   different   targaryen   sibling,   became   a   beacon   of   hope   for   the   last   of   the   house   of   the   dragon.   it   was   their   arrivals   that   dared   the   targaryen   heir   to   accept   invitations   from   former   allies   to   return   to   westeros.

007 : 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜.

potential   betrothal   :    only   a   power grab.   the   eldest   targaryen   wishes   to   position   herself   higher   in   the   ranks   of   westeros   to   establish   some   sort   of   alliance   with   a   greater   house.   this   potential   betrothal   will   not   involve   any   romantic   interest,   perhaps   just   really   good   friendship   (   but   this   is   to   be   plotted   ). would eventually know daella's true identity.

alliances   :    surely   there   are   still   those   in   westeros   who   remember   the   reign   of   the   targaryens   and   wish   to   align   themselves   with   the   potential   for   them   to   return.   or   perhaps   they   have   grown   particularly   tired   of   the   usurper's   antics.   whatever   it   is,   daella's   sweet   disposition   would   lure   them   in   to   support   her   claim   to   the   throne,   right?

essosi   connections   :    ( i.e. hookups, former flings, unrequited love, enemies, acquaintances, etc. ) daella   and   her   siblings   have   spent   the   last   twenty   -   five   years   hiding   out   in   essos.   while   her   time   has   mainly   been   spent   garnering   relationships   with   essosi   nobles,   she   frequented   taverns   and   plays,   inhabiting   the   streets   and   getting   to   know   the   people.   in   this   time,   perhaps   she   met   those   visiting   from   westeros.   sure,   she   would   likely   hide   her   true   identity   for   her   and   her   siblings'   safety,   but   perhaps   not.

#conquest.intro #long post warning. #001. ꒰ 𝘥𝘢𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘺𝘦𝘯 : dossier. ꒱ — ｡ * 𓂅 🔥 #001. ꒰ 𝘥𝘢𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘺𝘦𝘯 : interactions. ꒱ — ｡ * 𓂅 🔥 #001. ꒰ 𝘥𝘢𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘺𝘦𝘯 : countenance. ꒱ — ｡ * 𓂅 🔥 #001. ꒰ 𝘥𝘢𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘺𝘦𝘯 : wanted. ꒱ — ｡ * 𓂅 🔥 #001. ꒰ 𝘥𝘢𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘺𝘦𝘯 : event. ꒱ — ｡ * 𓂅 🔥 #001. ꒰ 𝘥𝘢𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘺𝘦𝘯 : task. ꒱ — ｡ * 𓂅 🔥 #001. ꒰ 𝘥𝘢𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘺𝘦𝘯 : answered. ꒱ — ｡ * 𓂅 🔥

[suiheisen]

"i would know her by reformed body alone... i would know her in death"

also... there's official art

#happy national lesbian necromancy day #studio trigger somehow made it even gayer #between this and senshi pantyshot... we were fed #dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon #spoilers #yes i needed to make my gifs huge #for... you know... #science #farcille #falin touden #marcille donato #long post #anime #art #autoplay warning

[cookinguptales]

So I’ve been enjoying the Disney vs. DeSantis memes as much as anyone, but like. I do feel like a lot of people who had normal childhoods are missing some context to all this.

I was raised in the Bible Belt in a fairly fundie environment. My parents were reasonably cool about some things, compared to the rest of my family, but they certainly had their issues. But they did let me watch Disney movies, which turned out to be a point of major contention between them and my other relatives.

See, I think some people think this weird fight between Disney and fundies is new. It is very not new. I know that Disney’s attempts at inclusion in their media have been the source of a lot of mockery, but what a lot of people don’t understand is that as far as actual company policy goes, Disney has actually been an industry leader for queer rights. They’ve had policies assuring equal healthcare and partner benefits for queer employees since the early 90s.

I’m not sure how many people reading this right now remember the early 90s, but that was very much not industry standard. It was a big deal when Disney announced that non-married queer partners would be getting the same benefits as the married heterosexual ones.

Like — it went further than just saying that any unmarried partners would be eligible for spousal benefits. It straight-up said that non-same-sex partners would still need to be married to receive spousal benefits, but because same-sex partners couldn’t do that, proof that they lived together as an established couple would be enough.

In other words, it put long-term same-sex partners on a higher level than opposite-sex partners who just weren’t married yet. It put them on the exact same level as heterosexual married partners.

They weren’t the first company ever to do this, but they were super early. And they were certainly the first mainstream “family-friendly” company to do it.

Conservatives lost their damn minds.

Protests, boycotts, sermons, the whole nine yards. I can’t tell you how many books about the evils of Disney my grandmother tried to get my parents to read when I was a kid.

When we later moved to Florida, I realized just how many queer people work at Disney — because historically speaking, it’s been a company that has guaranteed them safety, non-discrimination, and equal rights. That’s when I became aware of their unofficial “Gay Days” and how Christians would show up from all over the country to protest them every year. Apparently my grandmother had been upset about these days for years, but my parents had just kind of ignored her.

Out of curiosity, I ended up reading one of the books my grandmother kept leaving at our house. And friends — it’s amazing how similar that (terrible, poorly written) rhetoric was to what people are saying these days. Disney hires gay pedophiles who want to abuse your children. Disney is trying to normalize Satanism in our beautiful, Christian America. 

Just tons of conspiracy theories in there that ranged from “a few bad things happened that weren’t actually Disney’s fault, but they did happen” to “Pocahontas is an evil movie, not because it distorts history and misrepresents indigenous life, but because it might teach children respect for nature. Which, as we all know, would cause them all to become Wiccans who believe in climate change.”

Like — please, take it from someone who knows. This weird fight between fundies and Disney is not new. This is not Disney’s first (gay) rodeo. These people have always believed that Disney is full of evil gays who are trying to groom and sexually abuse children.

The main difference now is that these beliefs are becoming mainstream. It’s not just conservative pastors who are talking about this. It’s not just church groups showing up to boycott Gay Day. Disney is starting to (reluctantly) say the quiet part out loud, and so are the Republicans. Disney is publicly supporting queer rights and announcing company-supported queer events and the Republican Party is publicly calling them pedophiles and enacting politically driven revenge.

This is important, because while this fight has always been important in the history of queer rights, it is now being magnified. The precedent that a fight like this could set is staggering. For better or for worse, we live in a corporation-driven country. I don’t like it any more than you do, and I’m not about to defend most of Disney’s business practices. But we do live in a nation where rights are largely tied to corporate approval, and the fact that we might be entering an age where even the most powerful corporations in the country are being banned from speaking out in favor of rights for marginalized people… that’s genuinely scary.

Like… I’ll just ask you this. Where do you think we’d be now, in 2023, if Disney had been prevented from promising its employees equal benefits in 1994? That was almost thirty years ago, and look how far things have come. When I looked up news articles for this post from that era, even then journalists, activists, and fundie church leaders were all talking about how a company of Disney’s prominence throwing their weight behind this movement could lead to the normalization of equal protections in this country.

The idea of it scared and thrilled people in equal parts even then. It still scares and thrills them now.

I keep seeing people say “I need them both to lose!” and I get it, I do. Disney has for sure done a lot of shit over the years. But I am begging you as a queer exvangelical to understand that no. You need Disney to win. You need Disney to wipe the fucking floor with these people.

Right now, this isn’t just a fight between a giant corporation and Ron DeSantis. This is a fight about the right of corporations to support marginalized groups. It’s a fight that ensures that companies like Disney still can offer benefits that a discriminatory government does not provide. It ensures that businesses much smaller than Disney can support activism.

Hell, it ensures that you can support activism.

The fight between weird Christian conspiracy theorists and Disney is not new, because the fight to prevent any tiny victory for marginalized groups is not new. The fight against the normalization of othered groups is not new.

That’s what they’re most afraid of. That each incremental victory will start to make marginalized groups feel safer, that each incremental victory will start to turn the tide of public opinion, that each incremental victory will eventually lead to sweeping law reform.

They’re afraid that they won’t be able to legally discriminate against us anymore.

So guys! Please. This fight, while hilarious, is also so fucking important. I am begging you to understand how old this fight is. These people always play the long game. They did it with Roe and they’re doing it with Disney.

We have! To keep! Pushing back!

#disney #ron desantis #gay rights #lgbt #queer #lgbt history #queer history #homophobia #florida #us politics #religious fundamentalism #christianity #long post #god that should cover all the pertinent tags and content warnings phew

[kyra45]

Scammer pretending to be in Palestine v2

This post has been remade with better info! Please go to this one:

Got an ask from someone claiming to be in Palestine needing mutual aid? Unfortunately there is a scammer going around and it’s likely the ask you got sent is the same one being sent by multiple accounts who target users interacting with Palestine posts. These blogs use the text/images off a real fundraiser and then post it here pretending to be the person it’s made for. Their accounts are usually only a few days old and they don’t interact beyond the ask/follow. Lately they might make the link to their PayPal account in different colors or claim their GoFundMe is pending so you will assume the real one is theirs. They don’t have any GoFundMe’s set up. They steal from them. If you need proof of something being stolen, searching the text of their post in a search engine should pull up the source. If you know how to report PayPal accounts, please report those used by the scammers.

(Moved to new list)

Below is a growing list of fake/stolen names used across the accounts:

Nour Samar | maryline lucy | Fred Odhiambo | Jeff Owino | Valentine Nakuti | Conslata Obwanga | JACINTA SITATI | David Okoth | Martín Mutugi | Daudi Likuyani | William Ngonyo | Fred Agy | George Ochieng | BONFACE ODHIAMBO | Sila Keli | John Chacha | benson komen | Alvin Omondi | Jacinta Sitati | Daudi Likuyani | Noah Keter | Faith Joram | Rawan AbuMahady (any PayPal’s using this name are scammers who have stolen it off a real GoFundMe. The real person does not have a PayPal account that they post on tumblr.) | Asnet Wangila | Remmy Cheptau

Keep in mind this post isn’t saying all accounts asking for mutual aid in Palestine are scams. Rather, this post is meant to bring awareness of a scammer stealing money from those who really need it by pretending to be a person in Palestine. To report scams, use this:

Report -> Something else -> Illegal uses or Content -> Phishing

#scam #Palestine #psa #scam alert #scam warning #long post #longpost

[tardxsblues]

Because you and Mr. Fell don't ever talk to each other. We talk all the time. We've been talking for millions of years. Bla-bla-bla-bla-bla-bla-bla-bla-bla. I say something brilliant, and he says something unintentionally funny back. It's great. You never say what you're really thinking.

#i bring you another gif montage #because i'm going insane #good omens #good omens 2 #goodomensedit #gos2 spoilers #good omens spoilers #crowley #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #idiots in love #neil gaiman #david tennant #michael sheen #tvedit #gif warning #long post #tw for the final 15

[tofixtheshadows]

I've been thinking a lot lately about how Kabru deprives himself.

Kabru as a character is intertwined with the idea that sometimes we have to sacrifice the needs of the few for the good of the many. He ultimately subverts this first by sabotaging the Canaries and then by letting Laios go, but in practice he's already been living a life of self-sacrifice.

Saving people, and learning the secrets of the dungeons to seal them, are what's important. Not his own comforts. Not his own desires. He forces them down until he doesn't know they're there, until one of them has to come spilling out during the confession in chapter 76.

Specifically, I think it's very significant, in a story about food and all that it entails, that Kabru is rarely shown eating. He's the deuteragonist of Dungeon Meshi, the cooking manga, but while meals are the anchoring points of Laios's journey, given loving focus, for Kabru, they're ... not.

I'm sure he eats during dungeon expeditions, in the routine way that adventurers must when they sit down to camp. But on the surface, you get the idea that Kabru spends most of his time doing his self-assigned dungeon-related tasks: meeting with people, studying them, putting together that evidence board, researching the dungeon, god knows what else. Feeding himself is secondary.

He's introduced during a meal, eating at a restaurant, just to set up the contrast between his party and Laios's. And it's the last normal meal we see him eating until the communal ending feast (if you consider Falin's dragon parts normal).

First, we get this:

Kabru's response here is such a non-answer, it strongly implies to me that he wasn't thinking about it until Rin brought it up. That he might not even be feeling the hunger signals that he logically knew he should.

They sit down to eat, but Kabru is never drawn reaching for food or eating it like the rest of his party. He only drinks.

It's possible this means nothing, that we can just assume he's putting food in his mouth off-panel, but again, this entire manga is about food. Cooking it, eating it, appreciating it, taking pleasure in it, grounding yourself in the necessary routine of it and affirming your right to live by consuming it. It's given such a huge focus.

We don't see him eat again until the harpy egg.

What a significant question for the protagonist to ask his foil in this story about eating! Aren't you hungry? Aren't you, Kabru?

He was revived only minutes ago after a violent encounter. And then he chokes down food that causes him further harm by triggering him, all because he's so determined to stay in Laios's good graces.

In his flashback, we see Milsiril trying to spoon-feed young Kabru cake that we know he doesn't like. He doesn't want to eat: he wants to be training.

Then with Mithrun, we see him eating the least-monstery monster food he can get his hands on, for the sake of survival- walking mushroom, barometz, an egg. The barometz is his first chance to make something like an a real meal, and he actually seems excited about it because he wants to replicate a lamb dish his mother used to make him!

...but he doesn't get to enjoy it like he wanted to.

Then, when all the Canaries are eating field rations ... Kabru still isn't shown eating. He's only shown giving food to Mithrun.

And of course the next time he eats is the bavarois, which for his sake is at least plant based ... but he still has to use a coping mechanism to get through it.

I don't think Kabru does this all on purpose. I think Kui does this all on purpose. Kabru's Post Traumatic Stress Disorder should be understood as informing his character just as much as Laios's autism informs his. It's another way that Kabru and Laios act as foils: where Laios takes pleasure in meals and approaches food with the excitement of discovery, Kabru's experiences with eating are tainted by his trauma. Laios indulges; Kabru denies himself. Laios is shown enjoying food, Kabru is shown struggling with it.

And I can very easily imagine a reason why Kabru might have a subconscious aversion towards eating.

Meals are the privilege of the living.

#Dungeon Meshi #Delicious in Dungeon #Kabru #Kabru of Utaya #Laios Touden #Dungeon Meshi meta #you can have him in the tags too. as a treat. #Dungeon Meshi spoilers #this was directly inspired by livelaughlaios's post about Kabru self harming but I decided it got too long to make it a direct reply #this is a theory I've been working on for weeks because I kept noticing this while skimming for screencaps #I'm hesitant to trigger tag this because of the way certain subcultures on tumblr operate #but if anyone needs me to add a content warning please let me know #also I included image descriptions! I did my best #I think they even help illustrate my points but my god were they sad to write. Kabru is so fucking sad you guys #musings with Dea

[sp0o0kylights]

Part One / Part Two (You are Here) / Part Three 

A03

Hopper had undersold Harrington's condition. 

Wayne hadn't expected anything pretty, but the face that turned to them as they walked through the door almost had him freezing in place. 

Black eye, bruised chin, split lip. 

More and more bruises, some faded and some very new, trailing down the kids neck. 

 The rest was hidden by his preppy little polo shirt, but Wayne didn't doubt that there were more.

Harrington tried to stand when they entered the room and the way he moved--entirely unbalanced, clearly in a lot of pain--made Wayne think the only thing the kid really needed was a hospital. 

Because Steve Harrington hadn't just been beaten. 

He'd been tortured--and very recently strangled. 

(Abruptly, Wayne realized that Hopper had implied the boy had been in the mall fire--just as much as he implied the mall fire was anything but. 

He also hadn't stated how Harrington had escaped the Suites trying to break into his house.) 

"Sit down." Hopper commanded, and Wayne expected Harrington to do anything but listen. 

Say something cocky, or act the part of a demanding little shit maybe, despite the condition he was in.

Instead the kid just sighed in relief and dropped like a stone, right back into the chair. 

Hopper came around his desk, talking all the while. "Steve, this is Wayne. Wayne, Steve."

"Hello Sir." Steve croaked politely. His voice was wrecked, no doubt from the necklace of finger shaped bruises around his neck.

"You're going to stay with him for a while, and you're gonna pay him for the privilege." Hopper informed him, as he began digging around his desk. "Money, chores, whatever Wayne wants." 

Wayne held his gaze as Steve turned to appraise him. 

Would Harrington pitch a fit? 

Would he look at Wayne's work clothes, streaked with dirt and sweat, with the name of the warehouse embroidered in the corner and crinkle up his nose, just like his daddy did? 

Hopper didn't lie, but a part of Wayne wanted to see just how different this Harrington was. If the respectful demeanor was an act done for Hopper. 

Or perhaps, Hopper had mentioned Steve's father for a reason, instead of his mother. Did he adopt her ice-like approach to life? 

Micro managing and long-held grudges were Stella Harrington’s game, and she excelled at it. 

Steve however, did nothing of the sort, instead settling with the situation in a way that reminded Wayne far too strongly of the men and women who'd come home from war.

"Okay." The kid said simply, after a long moment of consideration. He turned back to Hopper. "But we need to tell the rest of the Par--" 

Here he cut a look back to Wayne, correcting himself. "the kids. I don't want them showing up at my house trying to find me and freaking out." 

"They wouldn't--" Jim paused, fingers freezing from the rummaging they'd been doing. "they absolutely would, goddammit." He muttered darkly.  

"I'll tell the kids. The only thing I want you doing right now is laying low. I need to get a hold of Owens, but it's gonna take time to do that, and more time to fix this, so as of right now, Harrington? You're on vacation." He pointed sternly, as if Steve might argue.

The kid looked too tired and messed up to bother trying. 

"I mean it. You're out of the country, where is anybody's guess. No one's seen you and no one better be seeing you, got it?" His voice held firm, and Wayne had to blink because the tone here wasn't one of a police chief warning a teenager--but of a father talking to his son.

He knew, because his own voice did that now. Took on a worried tone that masqueraded as something more like annoyance and seriousness. 

"Yes, Sir." Harrington said, remaining weirdly compliant. "Consider me gone." 

A hand came up to briefly press above one eye, and Wayne wondered if the kid had been looked over, or if they had just crammed him into Hopper's office without offering so much as a tissue box. 

How many painkillers did they have back at the house? Wayne usually kept a good bottle around, but Steve was going to need more than that…

He found himself once again cataloging Steve's wounds, this time comparing them to the medicine cabinet he had at home. 

"I expect you to be a damn good house guest, you hear me?" Hopper continued, trying to cut a menacing figure. He finally found what he was looking for; pulling out a large, padded envelope. 

He handed it over to Harrington, who took it without looking, shoving it into the duffle bag he'd had sitting at his feet. 

There was a smudge of red on the handle of said bag, that matched perfectly up to a shittily done wrap on Steve's right hand. 

Wayne mentally added 'buy more bandages' to his list. 

Steve nodded at Hopper again. "Yes, Sir."

Jim’s eyes narrowed. "Quite that, you know I hate that." 

The briefest glimmer of mischief crossed Harrington's face. "Sorry, Sir. Won't happen again, Sir."

'Ahh.' Wayne thought. 'So there's a teenager in there after all.'

Jim rolled his eyes. "Get out of my office."

"Thanks Hop." Harrington said, finally dropping that odd obedience, a hint of a smile on his battered face. 

He stood, and Wayne had to stop himself from offering an arm out as Steve reached for his bag and limped towards him. 

He paused right before he left Hopper's office, hand on the doorframe.

 "You'll check up on Robin too, right?"  He asked, and for the first time his tone took on something more alive--and filled with worry. "And Dustin? Erica?" 

"Dustin and his mom are finally taking me up on my suggestion to see their family in Florida for a while, and the Sinclairs are taking a sabbatical from Hawkins. I'm working on the Buckley's." Hopper drummed his fingers on the desk. "So far, no one else besides you and El have been targeted, and we're going to keep it that way."

Steve let out a breath, and while Wayne could tell the worry hadn't left him, he could almost physically see Steve force himself to put it away.

Another act that was far beyond the kid's years. 

A different officer popped up as they walked down the hall towards the exit, waving his hand madly. "Harrington! Chief says you forgot this!" He barked.

(Or tried to anyway. Callahan wasn’t the most aggressive of officers and frankly, never would be.)

A slim sports bag was held in his hands, and Steve nearly tripped over his own feet when he tried to turn and claim it.

"I'll get it." Wayne said, knowing his tone sounded gruff.

No use for it. He could either sound gruff or sound sad, and Wayne knew better than to start off the relationship with yet another hurt young man by acting sad.

Pity wasn't gonna win him any favors here. 

He took the bag, slinging it over his shoulder, uncaring of the wince on Harrington's face until something sharp poked at his shoulder. 

Several somethings, in fact. 

"What the hell do you got in this thing?" He asked once they hit the parking lot, voice low as he escorted Steve to his truck. 

"Just a baseball bat, sir." Steve said, in the exact same tone Eddie used every time he thought he was bein’ slick. 

Considering the thing in the bag could have passed for a baseball bat if not for the sharp pokey bits, it wasn’t a bad attempt. Steve just hadn’t accounted for the fact that Wayne lived with Eddie. 

An unfair advantage, really. 

‘Least there can’t be any baby racoons in the damn bag.’ Wayne thought idly. 

Went on to gently put the bat in the backseat, watching as the kid struggled to lift himself into the truck.

"You can drop that, I take too being called Sir about as well as Hop does." He said, keeping his tone nice and calm, hoping to ease into calling Steve out on his lie. 

Fussed with a few dials on the stereo, giving Steve an excuse to take his time before starting the engine and taking the long way home.

Wayne wanted to talk a little-- without the chance of Ed’s interrupting. 

"Son,” He started off. “I was born in the morning, but not this morning. I'm hoping to make the next few weeks as easy as I can for both of us, and I can't do that if you're starting off with a lie." 

Steve blinked, turning to face him in a matter that was too fast for his injuries. He didn't bother hiding the hurt it caused him, but his voice stayed even as he spoke.

 "What do you mean Si--Wayne." 

"Nice catch.”  Wayne said. “We’ll get you there yet.” 

It was a trick he'd learned with Eddie--little tidbits of praise went a long way when it came to gaining trust.

Especially with kids who hadn't ever been given much. 

Harrington seemed smart to it, or perhaps was just hesitant to speak in general because he remained quiet, not offering up any info. No further lies, but nothing towards the truth, neither. 

Which was fine. Wayne didn’t think a little pushing would hurt.

"That bat of yours was digging into my shoulder like a bee swarm." Wayne continued, when it became clear Steve wasn't talking. "I'm more a fan of football than baseball, but last I checked they hadn't changed the design of a bat." 

"What teams?" Steve asked, perking up a touch. "Of football. Which ones are yours?"

Wayne could ignore it of course, or demand Steve give him an answer to the question he asked. 

He did neither. "I’m liking the Colts since they got moved here. You?" 

"Green Bay Packers, though I like the Colts too--that trade in 84’ was crazy." Steve said. After a second he proved that answering instead of pushing was the right move because he added; "What did Hopper tell you? About…" He trailed off, making a gesture Wayne didn't bother trying to interpret. 

"He said some things. I've guessed a few others." Wayne admitted. Cut a little look out of the corner of his eye as he came to a stop sign. "I know the feds are real interested in you after Starcourt." 

Steve took that in, hands tightening on the handle. 

"It really is a baseball bat." He said, a little fast and with the tiniest hint of that challenge Wayne had been looking for. "It just also has nails hammered into one end." 

Wayne took that in with one nice, slow blink. 

"A bat with nails in it." He said, and it made a hell of a lot of sense compared to the sensation he'd felt carrying the case. "You use it against anyone?" 

"Some of the feds." Steve admitted, and even with his eyes on the road Wayne could tell he was being stared at.

Judged.

Not in the way one expected a rich kid to judge, but in the way Eddie had, those first few months he'd lived here. The times when  he'd push, just a little, to see what Wayne's reaction would be. 

Eddie hadn't done it in a damn long time, but Wayne recognized the behavior nonetheless. 

"Anybody else?" He asked. 

"Nobody human." Steve replied. 

"Alright." Wayne said, and made a mental note to drop all questions related to that. 

He didn't need to know, definitely didn't want to know, and had a feeling if he did know he'd find himself being watched by the same spooks after Steve.

"I've got a few deck boxes that lock on my porch. Think you'd be agreeable to leaving the bat in one?" 

Steve paused, hand clenching tighter around the strap of his duffel bag. "If you gave me a key so I could get it in an emergency,  I'd be happy to." 

He tried to sound calm, even a little charming in that sort of upper-class businessman sort of way, but the fear bled through. 

The kid wasn't happy separating from the bat, and given it sounded like it might have saved his life recently, Wayne understood the hesitation. 

With an internal apology to Eddie, he promptly threw his nephew under the proverbial bus.  "I've got my nephew at home and he'd be far too interested in it, is all. Blades and weapons and such tend to attract him, and I don't need to be rushing anyone to the ER." 

All of which were very true facts (one Wayne learned the time he'd allowed Eddie to bring a sword  home, only for him to nearly cut his own nose off winging the thing around) but he figured it might make Steve more amenable to separating from it. 

Sure enough, some of the tenseness bled out of Steve's shoulders. "Yeah that's fair." 

The truck hit a few potholes as they finally turned into the trailer park, and the kid hissed, a quiet sound. 

Judging by the uncomfortable wince, and hands clenched into his jeans something painwise was giving him trouble. 

"When was the last time you took a pain pill?" Wayne asked, doing his best to weave around the other holes that dotted the gravel roads.

Steve blinked. "Uh…" 

"You take any today son?" 

Steve his head. 

"Didn't have time to grab it." He said, offering a sad look to his pack. 

Course he hadn't. 

"Let's get you inside then and get you some." Wayne said with a sigh. Thankfully Eddie's van wasn't here--Wayne was fairly certain he had band practice today but knowing him it could be a million other things.

Just meant he had to acclimate Steve as fast as he could, to try and get the poor guy settled before Ed’s came in. 

He just hoped life and lady luck would work with him, for once. 

#hands on knees #this is gonna have more than three parts fffffff #FAIR WARNING I do jump between Wayne and Eddie’s pov in this. #Everything Ive written so far while in parts for tumblr would basically be chapter 1 on A03 #Eddies POV change would be chapter two #Ugh Im gonna have to put this on A03. Dammit brain. #also I updated this very fast for me #no one get excited Idk the brain is doing #steddie #beat to shit Steve Harrington #wayne pov #outsider pov #wayne as a BAMF #I tried to get to the part where Eddie shows up but it just got too long for a tumblr post #pre steddie #wayne and Hopper both as psuedo parents to Steve #tw injuries #0o0 fanfics #stranger things

[egophiliac]

something quick to relieve the tension of these final hours ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

close-up, 'cause it got kinda lost in resizing:

#art #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland spoilers #twisted wonderland episode 7 spoilers #twisted wonderland book 7 spoilers #i have been staring at this too long and have no idea what it looks like #but i only have a limited amount of time to post it in now oh gosh #(just as a warning i might turn the old inbox off tonight) #(just in case!) #(because while i would love to stay up until 3 am to play it immediately...alas. adult life makes fools of us all.) #(you will know when i'm done because my screaming will be audible throughout the world) #eyestrain

[ohno-the-sun]

Updated Luca au references for my fic Under the Surface to celebrate Moon finally showing up yippee!

Wanted a more realistic depiction of what they looked like

Inspiration of the design from @chknbzkt

#sundrop #fnaf daycare attendant #moondrop #fnaf sun #fnaf moon #my art #Luca au #mermaid au #mermaid sun #mermaid moon #lol wrong season but alas #at least they’re creepy mermaids? #warning I will be obnoxious in reblogging this #I spent waaay too long on this pfpt #I’m actually so nervous posting this #oh also note I’m dumb and forgot that suns eye is fine in this au so the eye should be normal #fix later

[cupid-tune]

Sometimes I get curious about the alpha troll session, how much we don't know about and can only speculate on. I really enjoy the interpretations people come up with, the multitude of possibilities there are.

I'm especially interested in the events already talked about, I want to know exactly what happened and what caused them. There's so much left in the dark about Mituna's accident, how much of it was an accident, how much was planned.

With the ties Kurloz and Damara have to Lord English's arrival, I'm sure there was a lot of planning that went through to the other sessions.

But an Heir of Doom would've been too dangerous for their plans, able to snuff out the preparations and prepare everyone for battle before they even knew of English's existence.

He had to be stopped before that, it wasn't worth the risk.

So I wonder if Kurloz had anything to do with the actual accident, or he really was just a bystander happening to witness that fated moment.

Who knows if there really was any danger, if Mituna's incident really was something heroic that saved the others.

Or if Mituna played right into the tricks, and Kurloz only created a threat to make him and the others feel better. To give reason to his accident.

I do think he would still feel guilt about what he did, but it had to be done regardless. It's the same with Meulin, Kurloz didn't mean to cause this much damage, nor was it part of the plan. He's shrouded in mystery to the point that no one knows how he really feels, his actions don't align with his grief. It must be frustrating to know all the harm you caused to those closest to you was all in vain, that with the loss of everything you worked so hard for, you really are just a bad person at the end of the day.

#homestuck #homestuck fanart #kurloz makara #mituna captor #lil cal #comic #long post #flashing lights #flashing warning #I'm not entirely sure whether it's possible Lil Cal could've been in the alpha troll session given his paradox but #fuck it we roll #Idk I feel like he'd make an appearance somewhere with all the Lord English stuff still going on #I love love LOOVEE the speculation on the dancestor session #Give them content #Also the Mituna design is from Befriendus their design is awesome

[ruporas]

asking and receiving (bonus below readmore)

[ID: A black and white, digital Trigun comic of Vash and Wolfwood. In the first panel is a close up of Wolfwood's mouth as he says, "Vash". Accompanying it is a close up shot of Vash's eye, widen and cheeks flushed. Wolfwood presses a knee against the open space between Vash's legs and says, "Tell me everything you want from me." Wolfwood's face is equally as flushed. He continues to say, "I'll give it to you. Everything." As he talks, a wide shot shows the both of them in white space. Vash is sitting, leaning a little back with both hands pressed against the surface he's sitting on. Wolfwood is in his white dress shirt, stripped of the blazer. He's still leaning in with one knee in between Vash's spread legs, his right hand touching Vash's lips and his left hand behind his back.

The shot closes in on Vash's mouth and Wolfwood's hand against it, pressing down on the lower lip as he says, "You have to ask though. Go on." His hand moves down to Vash's chin, gently holding it. With a shy and uncertain expression, Vash hesitantly asks, "Um... K... Kiss... Please?" Wolfwood, without wasting a second, leans in and kisses him and indulges by pressing deeper, eliciting a small noise of surprise from Vash.

Wolfwood moves away from Vash first and with a smile, asks, "What else?" Vash tugs on Wolfwood's left sleeve, wordlessly budging Wolfwood to give him his hand that was still behind his back. In the next panel, Vash utters, "Hold me..?" He's holding Wolfwood's left hand with his own while his right hand is reaching for his waist. Wolfwood complies, moving his left hand to Vash's shoulder and his right hand continues to touch Vash's cheek. Wolfwood asks again, "What else?"

More comfortable now, Vash leans in to kiss Wolfwood. Wolfwood catches him immediately, pressing his thumb against Vash's lips to stop him before demanding, "Hey. Ask." Vash looks back in surprise and Wolfwood meets his eye with a quiet, insistent look. They're quiet for a moment before Vash leans in again and curtly requests, "Kiss. Me." Wolfwood says "Good", smiling as he lifts his hand away, and meets Vash's lips. In the next shot, Wolfwood had adjusted his position, sitting on Vash's thigh. The hand that was once on Vash's cheek has moved its way to Vash's nape, pushing away the collar of his jacket with his pinky. His other hand continues to grip on Vash's shoulder. Still kissing, Wolfwood asks again, "What else?"

In the next shot, Vash is starting to turn, moving Wolfwood with him. Vash asks, "Let me on top of you?" Wolfwood says, "Mhm" before asking again, "What else?" The next panel shows a close look of Vash's face. He's looking down, flushed and shy just as he had been at the beginning, but now, more decisive. Vash asks, "Wolfwood... Let me have you..?" A panel of Wolfwood taking Vash's hand into his, pulling it towards his chest. The next panel shows Wolfwood lying down where Vash had laid him. Vash's hand is on Wolfwood's chest, covering the cross of his rosary while Wolfwood's hand lingers against his, loosely pressing Vash's hand in place. He looks up at Vash with a shy smile of his own, flushed cheeks. He says, "All yours."

A panel shows a close up of Vash's tender gaze before he leans down to be closer to Wolfwood. The final shot is a front view of their positions, Vash's face turned away from the viewer; Vash is leaning over Wolfwood who's lying down with his right leg draped over Vash's legs. Wolfwood's left hand holds onto Vash's left arm. With finality, Vash says, "...Mine." End ID]

[ID: A follow up bonus comic in a looser, sketchier style. They're laying comfortably in bed when Vash asks, "What was that earlier?" referecing to the start of the previous comic. Wolfwood glances away and says, "To get you used to it. Asking. And getting what you ask for. Since you're alwasy hesitant about it." Vash's eyes widen, tight lipped. Wolfwood continues, "Knowing you, it'll be a tough habit to break..." When he says this, Vash can't help but laugh, unable to deny it. Wolfwood slowly brings a hand to Vash's cheek and continues to say, "So I'll keep trying -- whatever ways I can... to get it through your thick skull." Vash takes Wolfwood's hand with his, kissing the the palm gently. Wolfwood's eyes soften and holding onto Vash's cheek, he leans in to try for a kiss. Vash says, "Hey..." before stopping Wolfwood's lips with the back of his hand, a smug look on his face, "Ask." Wolfwood's embarrassed and with little irritation, asks, "Really?" Vash smiles, saying, "You're in need of practice too." They pause for a moment, Wolfwood looking contemplatively, before he's leaning in again, asking, "May I please kiss you?" Vash looks him in the eyes and says, "Yes." The comic ends with a "chu", indicating an off-panel kiss. End ID]

#vashwood #vash the stampede #nicholas d wolfwood #trigun #trigun maximum #it took me so long to post this even after getting clarification about the maturity warning and stuff #bc i am so shy about it. SDGMKDSGMKSD I LIKE THIS COMIC BUT IM ALSO SO LIKE... AUGHHHH.... #when i posted this on twitter though it was like... a few days after ep 11? ive always had the thought circling about vash deserving of #asking for things... and getting what he wants bc he never gets both. doesn't get the opportunity to ask and hardly does he get what he want #maybe the results can go in his favor but at some point along the way he'll still lose something bc nothing can ever go perfectly for him... #and he's usually the one begging and pleading with people to not. do something. it's not even asking at that point it's just straight up #please believe me. please trust me. please don't shoot that person. please don't kill anyone. please don't do it. #and wolfwood.... it was not always this lovey dovey ok. he wouldv noticed this habit miles away and they got into a fight about it the first #time they talked about it bc wolfwood is being hypocritical too. as he always is!!!! but i think as they get more intimate #wolfwood finds ways to make vash understand. smth smth insatiable want and love and desire for wolfwood that makes it much easier to ask. #wolfwood can also just be so compliant. sometimes. which is also an issue in of itself that id love to explore at some point #but he also just enjoys giving into vash fully and completely. #bc he loves him a lot. but anyway #i hope the id is comprehendible.... please lmk if there's something wrong with how im doing it asfdgkdsmgs #ruporas art

[regal1ties]

(   lannister   d   /   davika   hoorne   /   demiwoman,   they   &   she   )   here   ye   here   ye   —   the   riverlands   welcomes   𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙜𝙚   𝙣𝙖𝙧𝙘𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙖   𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧   of   𝙘𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙮   𝙧𝙤𝙘𝙠.   king   matthos   baratheon   is   glad   that   the   twenty9   year   old   appears   to   be   magnanimous   and   he   shall   overlook   that   it’s   said   they   are   also   timid,   as   long   as   they   are   glad   to   celebrate   peace   in   the   seven   kingdoms.   fortunately   for   them,   matthos   remains   oblivious   that   they   are   happy   with   his   reign.

001 : 𝚍𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚎𝚛.

full    name   :    narcissa   lannister.       nicknames   :   cissy,   cissa.        title   :    liege    narcissa,    liege   lannister   of   casterly   rock.        age   :    nine   and    twenty.       date    of    birth   :       third   of   august,   271   years   after   aegon's   conquest.       place    of    birth   :    near    casterly   rock,    the    westerlands.       gender   :    demi    -    woman.    preferred    pronouns   :    they    &    she.       orientation   :    pansexual    &    panromantic.       current    location   :    riverrun,   the   riverlands.     alliance   :    house    baratheon,    house   lannister.       religion   :    faith    of    the    seven.       spoken    language(s)   :    the    common    tongue.

002 : 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎.

faceclaim   :    davika    hoorne.       eyes   :    expressive    and    alluring    almond    -    shaped    eyes    the    color    of    the    deep    blues    of    the    sapphire    waters;    sparkling    within    the    light    to    reveal    deep    shades    of    cobalt    and    violet    as    if    the    very    essence    of    the    sea's    mystique    is    captured    within.       hair   :       a    cascade    of    midnight    silk    that    pools    at    their    waist;    black    hue    absorbs    surrounding    light,    exposing    undertones    of    indigo    in    its    enigmatic    richness;    most    often    worn    down,    in    loose    curls    —    a    tapestry    of    glossy    peaks    and    valleys    —    adorned    in    stray    braids,    flowers,    or    jewels.       build   :    slim,    toned    lissome    figure;    an    embodiment    of    fluid    lines    and    understated    elegance;    supple    waist    highlights    delicately    crafted    curves.       height   :    5feet,    6inches;    168cm.    distinguishing    characteristics   :       sharp    cheekbones,    plump    lips,    and    a    set    glare    that    could    only    belong    to    a lioness.

003 : 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢.

label   :    the    sycophant.    mbti   : intj-t;    the    architect.       enneagram   :    type3,    wing4.       natal    chart   :    leo    sun,    libra    moon,    taurus    rising.       temperament   :    sanguine.       moral    alignment   :    lawful   neutral. 

004 : 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚕.

biological    parents   : amaryllis    &    emory    hill. adoptive    parents   : ruling    lady    jocelyn    lannister    &    ruling    lady    …    née    ...       sibling(s)   :    lady    cerenna    lannister    &    lady    lidia    lannister.       status   :    unwed    &    unbetrothed.       child(ren)   :    n/a.       extended    relation   :    queen    joanna    lannister    (    aunt    ),    lord    lorcan    lannister    (    uncle    ),    house    baratheon    of    king's    landing.    pet   :    a    white,    fluffy    cat    (    maine    coon    )    named    flora.

005 : 𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢. tw. mentions of parental loss, death, loss of home / homelessness

married    for    love,    for    necessity,    narcissa's    lowborn    parents    were    cast    from    their    merchant    families    for    conceiving    a    child    outside    the    bounds    of    marriage.    the    pair    left    behind    their    family    name    and    assumed    the    surname    of    hill,    bastardizing    themselves    for    the    sake    of    their    daughter.    per    emory's    recommendation,    the    newly    wedded    couple    moved    to    casterly    rock,    to    do    what    they    knew    best.    narcissa    was    born    some    three    months    later.

narcissa    was    doted    upon    as    a    child;    never    worrying    for    the    happenings    of    the    world    around    them.    their    mother,    amaryllis,    worked    diligently    in    the    family's    garden    to    supply    magnificent    floral    arrangements    and    fresh    vegetables    to    the    nobles    who    stumbled    across    her    stall    within    the    protection    of    casterly    rock.    their    father,    emory,    continued    his    trade    as    a    smith,    selling    his    wares    directly    across   from    his    beloved    wife.    narcissa    grew    up    bounding    between    stalls;    sapphire    eyes    pleading    with    their    parents    for    a    piece    of    gold    to    spend    on    sweets.    but    being    raised    in    times    during    rebellion    meant    that    the    happiness    narcissa    had    settled    into    would    never    last.

emory    was    of    the    first    to    volunteer    his    life    to    the    baratheon's    cause    —    swearing    his    wife    and    daughter    would    never    grow    up    in    a    land       held    prisoner    by    a    mad    king's    rule.    emory's    family,    consequently,    was    of    the    first    to    be    notified    of    the    loss    of    their    patriarch.    narcissa    recalls    the    way    their    mother    clasped    her    chest    and    collapsed    into    the    dirt    of    her    garden.    the    way    once    mirroring    bright,    sapphire    eyes    began    to    dull    as    time    without    her    husband    continued    on.    narcissa    vaguely    recalls    the    night    they    begged    their    mother    to    come    back    to    them;    laying    lifeless    in    the    dirt    of    her    garden.

per    the    reputation    of    the    hills,    narcissa    was    looked    after    by    the    other    merchants    of    riverrun.    but    the    child's    home    was    taken    from    them,    their    mother's    garden    wilting    away    before    their    very    eyes.    narcissa    began    to    sleep    under    the    remnants    of    their    father's    forgery,    using    scraps    of    leather    to    combat    the    cold    nights    and    the    rain.    but    word    travels    fast    amongst    the    merchants    of    casterly    rock,    gracing    the    ears    of    the    ruling    lady    herself.    of    the    things    narcissa    remembers    of    their    childhood,    the    day    they    hesitantly    took    the    hand    of    lady    jocelyn    remains    their    favorite    memory.

it    was    a    confusing    transition    into    house    lannister.    where    narcissa    previously    had    free    roam    of    the    merchant    streets,    they    were    now    attending    lessons,    learning    how    to    be    a    proper    liege.    the    sudden    need    to    always    look    their    best    came    on    easily    with    access    to    a    designer    and    the    finest    fabrics    one    could    ask    for.    it    took    a    full    year    before    narcissa    could    understand    that    the    life    they    were    living    was    not    a    fever    dream.    their    mothers    doted    upon    them    as    they    were    used    to,    allowing    love    to    flourish    in    the    darkest    parts    of    their    heart. narcissa    took    to    the    lion's    den    exquisitely.    prior    unfortunate    circumstances    would    not    keep    the    young    liege    from    exuding    a    warmth    to    all    those    they    meet.    narcissa    found    themself    happiest    when    charming    anyone    they    came    into    contact    with,    built    for    the    life    of    a    noble    from    the    moment    they    began    their    lessons.    narcissa    takes    after    their    mother's    diplomacy;    watching,    learning,    crafting    entrancing    responses    to    ravens    sent    to    casterly    rock.    a    liege    of    many    talents,    narcissa    finds    her    skill    with    a    bow    and    joining    their    uncles    on    hunts    to    be    their    favorite    pastime.    however,    their    exquisite    garden    cultivated    and    watched    by    their    own    eyes    is    their    legacy.    beautiful    blooms    from    all    over    westeros    and    essos    thrive    under    their    green    thumb.    clippings    from    their    garden    can    be    found    in    the    merchant    streets    of    casterly    rock;    the    funds    raised    by    the    bouquets    staying    with    the    young    woman    who    sells    the    blooms.

narcissa    arrives    to    riverrun    excited    for    potential    to    reconnect    with    their    cousins.    to    celebrate    the    long    reign    of    their    uncle.    to    meet    with    friends    made    via    raven    and    diplomatic    missions.    narcissa,    wide    -    eyed    and    full    of    wonder,    intends    to    make    the    most    of    their    time    away    from    the    rock.

006 : 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜.

narcissa's    loyalty    is    unparalleled.    their    friends,    their    family,    the    lower    born    people    inhabiting    the    lands    near    casterly    rock    have    all    found    loyalty    in    the    eldest    child    of    the    ladies    lannister.    but,    their    loyalty    has    gotten    them    in    quite    a    few    unfortunate    situations.    there    was    a    time    when    young    narcissa    took    the    blame    for    another    for    stealing    bread    from    a    merchant    stand.    the    guards    marched    the    young    liege    to    their    mothers    and    narcissa    claimed    full    responsibility    for    the    actions    of    another.    but,    naivety    be    damned,    they    just    want    the    best    for    those    around    them.

anthophile   at   heart,   if   you   find   the   lannister   liege   haunting   the   gardens,   you   are   sure   to   find   a   lesson   of   every   exquisite   bloom   and   draping   greenery   that   falls   within   their   line   of   sight.   having   cultivated   their   own   garden,   narcissa   knows   the   parentage,   the   breeding,   and   the   origins   of   most   exotic   blooms   through   westeros   and   essos.

007 : 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜.

negative   influence   :     someone   who   periodically   gets   narcissa   into   trouble.   they   have   found   a   strange   affinity   for   taverns   and   nursing   a   antler   full   of   the   riverlands'   finest   ales.   perhaps   they   are   friends   who   party.   perhaps   they   are   friends   who   change   each   other's   perspectives.   perhaps   they   are   around   to   use   narcissa's   loyalty   to   their   advantage.

romantic   interest (flirtationship, potential betrothal)   :     a   sapphire   gem,   they   were   called   as   a   child.   now,   a   golden   lioness,   exuding   well   -   tailored   beauty   and   alluring   charm.   narcissa   is   soft   -   hearted   and   easily   falls   head   over   heels   for   the   people   they   meet,   whether   that   be   platonically   or   romantically.   this   person,   however,   there   is   no   denying   narcissa's   feelings   towards   them.   likely   they   have   met   in   person   a   time   or   two   and   established   a   flirtationship   that,   now   in   riverrun,   is   allowed   to   blossom.

confidants   :     growing   up   in   the   westerlands,   as   the   eldest   child   of   the   wardens   of   the   south,   narcissa   would   have   met   a   significant   amount   of   the   children   from   vassal   houses   of   the   lannisters.   from   this,   it   is   safe   to   assume   that   there   are   some   strong   bonds   between   these   "we're   in   the   same   position"   people.   aka,   give   me   a   group   of   besties   for   cissa.

#conquest.intro #long post warning. #002. ꒰ 𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘢 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 : dossier. ꒱ — ｡ * 𓂅 🌺 #002. ꒰ 𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘢 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 : interactions. ꒱ — ｡ * 𓂅 🌺 #002. ꒰ 𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘢 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 : countenance. ꒱ — ｡ * 𓂅 🌺 #002. ꒰ 𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘢 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 : introspection. ꒱ — ｡ * 𓂅 🌺 #002. ꒰ 𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘢 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 : wanted. ꒱ — ｡ * 𓂅 🌺 #002. ꒰ 𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘢 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 : event. ꒱ — ｡ * 𓂅 🌺 #002. ꒰ 𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘢 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 : task. ꒱ — ｡ * 𓂅 🌺 #002. ꒰ 𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘢 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 : answered. ꒱ — ｡ * 𓂅 🌺

[staff]

tumblr tuesday: goblin appreciation post

Last week was goblin week. This week, you get to feast your eyes upon the spoils of goblin week. Don't say goblin week doesn't spoil you. Honor goblin week, and goblin week shall honor you.

@evandahm

@thebeardlyben:

@fox-teeth:

@pitofsquids:

@toadlett:

@peikonlainen:

@malacandrax:

@michaeldrawrrett:

@goblinsgoblinsgoblins:

@snowwraith:

@oddsbod:

@littlemure:

@kiiro-art:

@leona-florianova:

@ghouleebones:

@pradaldi:

@warrenbutgnome:

#tumblr tuesday #goblin week #tag yourselves #goblin mode #goblin art #goblincore #character design #creature design #comics #art #illustration #long post #many goblins #some little odd bodies #so if you find that difficult #heed this warning: #weird creatures #are here

[r0b0t1me]

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#my art #bad future #LONG POST #THIS IS 23 PAGES LONG. YOUVE BEEN WARNED! #rottmnt movie #rise of the tmnt movie #i. started this back in october #if you have no idea whats going on! great! GO THROUGH THE BAD FUTURE TAG #its got a timeline and everything #anyway i. im free (collapses into dust) #if theres any typos well ill just explode into 43534838 pieces

[kyra45]

How to spot a scam blog

A very simple guide to figuring out if the blog messaging you is a scam:

Was you sent an ask within some time of sharing a specific type of post such as a trending topic or subject? - Usually scam accounts target particular posts and will spam asks to everyone who shared it. The ask may relate to certain events going on or more. These asks are always sent to many users all at once so it’s suggested to tumblr search part of the ask and see if its been sent by other accounts labeled as a scam or accounts with similar style.

Is the account relatively new? - More often than not, the accounts sending the asks are about a week old or even newer. They haven’t been made too long ago and often send asks within hours of being made. If you have timestamps turned on, you’ll be able to see the date something was posted. A fresher account is usually not going to be one who’s finding you unless they are searching tags and saw your blog.

How many posts are on the account? - Scam accounts rarely have many posts on their blogs beyond the initial pinned post. All their posts, being very few are very little, are most often just posts from a trending topic they looked up or a popular tag they decided to look through. They will share only a few and then make no further posts. This is to pad out their blog to make it look used but it’s easy to see how new the blog is if you scroll to the end.

Are the shared posts fitting a theme? - Scam accounts try to share posts based on the scam they’re trying to run. This means they’ll share posts related to the topic of their choosing and then stop once they’ve shared a few. Most of these posts come from the OP themselves and not from someone the blog is following though in rare cases they’ll find a person to reblog from so they don’t look suspicious.

Are the reblog dates accurate? - If you use timestamps, find a post the blog shared and check ‘Other notes’ and see if the reblog date matches the date that is listed on the blog itself. Often, scammers will backdate posts to make them look much older then they really are in an attempt to deceive people into thinking they’ve used tumblr for months or years.

Is the url auto-generated? - Not always seen from a scam account, but scammers often just use auto-generated usernames because it’s quick and easy to do. But real accounts may have these too. It’s just a thing to keep in mind.

Is the url familiar or similar to one you’ve seen before? - Scammers often try to copy their older accounts by using usernames based around previous scam attempts. It becomes obvious after about a while and usually makes it easy to figure out the scammer is back again. This isn’t always from scam accounts as regular accounts may do this for reasons.

How often do you get asks? - If you barely get asks and suddenly keep getting mutual aid asks it’s very likely you’re just a scammers latest target and they’ll keep spamming asks. This means you’ll consistently get the same style of asks from a brand new account that shouldn’t know you unless they found you in tags. You will keep getting these asks on a daily basis. You will eventually always get these asks.

Did they request you to message them directly? - On rare occasions a scam account will want you to send them a direct message and then they’ll just ask you for thousands of dollars on the spot.

Does your bio say no mutual aid asks? - Scammers don’t read/don’t care they will ignore that and send you asks anyway that won’t stop them.

Short version: More often than not the blog asking you for money is a scam if you don’t usually get asks for money from brand new accounts.

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