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warp-speed · 1 year
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Queen Visenya Targaryen "The Conqueror" with her son, little Prince Maegor Targaryen.
You know....making sacrifices to some Valerian gods or whatever...no big deal.
-crayola watercolors and Prisma color pencils
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@chessxcat what are the odds that we are each other’s secret Santa ? 🤣🤣
I hope you like ittttt, tumblr was ONCE AGAIN, being a “fucker” so I’m uploading this from my phone.
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Izayoi woke to InuYasha standing over her, wide eyes almost brown in the darkness of her bedroom.
“Mama, can you heat the oven?”
She rose slowly, used to the hyperactive bundle that danced on either side of her form as if he would explode if she took so much as a moment to stretch.
“Heat the oven for what?”
Her questions came too slowly for his liking and groaned, long and low, no realizing that he was holding up the operation with his dramatics.
“You said we could make cookies in the morning.” If she had any plans of objecting he pointed adamantly at the clock. 12:01 am. “It’s morning.”
She decided to spare herself the agony of forcing him into bed for a few more hours.
Besides, it was practically Christmas. She’d impose bedtimes and boundaries another night.
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shadow0-1 · 1 year
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WLW MLM enabling
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hisbucky · 2 years
Conversation
Athena: He's a 10 but he comes with trauma.
Buck: Mine or yours?
Athena: Both.
Buck: Fair.
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justanechoflower · 6 months
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You're doing a great job flowey.
I'm proud of you.
:D
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depressedwetnapkin · 2 years
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Catherine: You're so ungrateful. I gave you life
Zach: Exactly. If you had never birthed me I wouldn't have so many fucking problems
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hyacinthecanard · 8 months
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Lyanna survived and lived hidden with her son in Greywater Watch. But when news of her brother Eddard taken prisonner in Kingslanding came, the wolf-blood is too much and she joins Robb Stark's forces to try to free him.
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lauravian · 1 month
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S1E10: The Moment of Truth
Redrawing a screenshot from every episode of Merlin... (until I get bored of it)
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lucksea · 2 months
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havent decided how i want the introduction to go yet but i imagine it would roughly be one of these two
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up-side-in-side-out · 7 months
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SHE LOVES HIM SO MUCH 😢😭😿😿😭😭😭hrgjwgwnmn
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Moon 23
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tayryn · 3 months
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I just love them so...
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...in or out of character.
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They just make me happy.
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ariesimping · 1 month
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It's a mother-son bonding. Destroying each other emotionally.🥰
"Stay here with me, "You are the cause
you be safe and won't of this unsafe and
be in pain anymore." pain that i have
. right now"
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shubaka · 5 months
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Q: Talking about darkness, what makes you fascinated by darkness?
A: I wouldn't say I'm fascinated by darkness, but I feel that darkness pulls me in, draws me in. Since I was a kid, I've been into horror comics a lot. I remember the first comic series my mom bought for me was called School Ghost Stories. I don't know if it's still available. It had about 12-13 volumes, I can't remember. It was a collection of short horror stories, somewhat similar to Junji Ito's works. It was something that always left a strong impression on me every time I read it. After finishing it, I would look for more horror stories to read, a lot of different ones.
My mom liked them too; she would buy them, and some were really terrifying (laughs). About witches or named "Survival," or something like that. So, I started getting into reading horror comics. Every time I went for karaoke, every Sunday, I would buy several comics and read them at home. Four volumes every Sunday.
Eventually, it became like I was addicted to the vibe of darkness. This complexity and profoundness it's within us without me being aware of it. Then it comes out in my musical works and performances all the time, without being aware. I feel like it's just me. It's something I consume, and then it becomes a part of me. (x)
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probablyhuntersmom · 6 months
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S1 // S2
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acourtofladydeath · 23 days
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Poly+ ACOTAR Week Day 1: Beginnings
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All his life Nyx has been raised by his parents, Rhysand and Feyre, and their mate Tamlin. One day he decides to ask him mom how their bonds snapped and she is more than happy to oblige.
Inspired by the storytelling in "The Princess Bride" and "How I Met Your Mother" this is angsty, fluffy fun.
So excited to kick off the first day of @polyacotarweek with one of my favorite trios, Feytamsand. Start reading below, or read the entire fic on AO3 here!
“Mom!” I shouted through the hall of the River House. It was her day off, which probably meant she was painting. The River House had a state of the art studio for her to work in, but she typically painted wherever inspiration struck. Which means she could be anywhere. 
The house was entirely too large. Something I loved growing up when I wanted to hide, but hated when I needed to find them. Sure, we could mind speak, but once I walked in on my parents having daemati sex, something I literally didn't know existed before then. After that, I refused to communicate that way unless there was an emergency. 
“In here Nyxie!” She called back from the library at the end of the hall. It had a huge window overlooking the Sidra and sunset. Throughout the day light cast through the window, ricocheting through the room. As it traveled it glanced across the wide array of books, some gilded and some plain, painting the floor in its own way. With the kaleidoscope of colors and dancing light, it was one of mom’s favorite spots to paint. Aunt Nes spent most of her time here when she visited, but today it was just mom. 
“What’s up, baby?” Mom said as I walked in. Covered head to toe in paint, she turned to look at me and wiped even more on her apron and one of her mate’s old shirts. Now which one, I wasn’t quite sure. But judging by those giant, billowy sleeves and the gauzy white linen fabric I had a pretty good guess. 
“I’m not a baby anymore,” I scoffed from the doorway. There was no way I’d get any closer to her like this. Last time she hugged me while painting it took three baths to get it all off and my clothes had to be burned. 
“Nyx you are thirteen, you are definitely still my baby. Even a hundred years from now you’ll still be my baby. I’m your mother, that’s how it goes.” She smiled softly at me then, one of those smiles that told me she was thinking about the past and the future all at once. They were my favorites. 
“What did you need? Or did you just want to watch me paint?” My mom asked, slight worry in her eyes. I’d never been great at schooling my expressions like dad was, mom and I had that in common. We both wore our emotions on our sleeves for all to see. 
I sighed, settling in to ask the question that had been gnawing at me for some time now. “One of the kids at school said something today that bothered me,” I rubbed at the muscles in the back of my neck with one hand, my gaze cast down on the floor as I tried to find the right words. 
It took me several long breaths, but mom waited patiently even as I felt her own anxiety build. “They said…” I let out a long sigh, there really was no good way to say this. “They said it’s not fair that I have two High Lords for parents, or for you to have two mates. And it’s not the first time, either.” 
Mom wrung her apron uneasily between her paint streaked hands, her art now completely forgotten as she focused on me. “I’m sorry you’re having to deal with this love. We knew people might say things like this, Nyx. I wish I had better answers for you, but the Mother gave your fathers and I each two mates.” She looked up at me with apology in her eyes, something I never intended and didn’t need to hear from her again. “I never wanted it to affect you negatively though.” 
“I know mom, and I know we’ve talked it to death.” I ran a frustrated hand through my hair. “It’s just still a lot, you know?” A thought struck me then. I knew my parents were all mates, I knew they’d met around the time of Amarantha’s reign under the mountain. We’d had a lot of conversations that time so I wasn’t caught off guard if other kids or parents mentioned it, but still…
“How’d you all find out anyway?” 
Mom cocked her head slightly to the side, her brow furrowed just a bit. “What do you mean?”
“How’d you find out you’re all mates? I mean, we’ve talked about the mountain and how you met them, but I’ve never really heard the full story of how your bonds snapped.” 
A secretive smile slid across her face then, and my mom straightened her head toward me. “Would you like to hear the full story? I think you’re old enough now.”
“Only if you promise to spare the gross bits…” I said, internally cringing as the unbidden image of mentally walking in on them flashed through my mind again. Fighting back a shudder at the memory I continued,  "But I am pretty curious.” I smiled slightly, and her own brightened wide enough to light the whole room. 
“Are you too old to sit on mom’s lap for story time? I can change out of my paint clothes first, I know you’ve taken after your dad with how much you care for your clothes.” she asks, humor alight in her words. 
I feel the heat of a blush on my cheeks as I answer. “Definitely too old for sitting on your lap…but maybe not for the couch…” She knew what I meant. When I had bad dreams or hard days at school, sometimes I’d lay on the couch, head in her lap. It felt too juvenile to use the word ‘cuddles’ but I guess that’s what it was. A kid’s allowed to cuddle his mom right? 
A few minutes later, mom was back wearing leggings and one of her favorite sweaters. She sat on the couch next to the big window in the library and patted the seat next to her, warmth filling the space between us. I pushed off the wall from where I stood and went to join her. As I settled in, she began her story. “Alright Nyx, let’s start from the beginning. Here’s the story of how I met your fathers.” 
Continue reading at the first cut on AO3.
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