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br0ck-eddie · 1 month
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A little over 1k words of some cheesy mush with maintenance worker!eddie
Valentine’s Day
A day full of red and pink hearts. Candy. Chocolates. Flowers. Showering your significant other with love.
If you had someone.
For you, it was just another day. A Wednesday this year. The first half would be spent at the office, typing up endless reports and filing away paperwork. The other half, you had a date with your couch. You planned to pick up some cupcakes from the bakery across the street from work and wearing your comfiest pjs while watching another rom-com on the couch.
Always the same, more or less.
Just another day.
And so you sat at your desk, a few hours into your work day sipping on your coffee, eyes feeling like they wanted to fall right out of your head from staring so long at the computer screen already.
You don’t notice the familiar noise of a ladder being carried until someone stands in front of your desk. Someone who makes you feel giddy with every smile or greeting they shoot your way. Attention that is only for you.
“Hey, sugar.”
With a lopsided grin and wild curls tamed into a low ponytail, you have to stop yourself from swooning over the maintenance worker that steals a bit more of your heart each time he looks your way.
“Hi, Eddie.”
You send him a smile of your own as he leans against the top of your cubicle.
“Someone told me this light has to be changed again.” He points up to one of the panels near your work station with a grin on his face. Full of mischief.
“Didn’t I just change it last week?”
You shrug in response. If you had it your way there would be no lights over your cubicle. The lights are nothing more than a nuisance, causing migraines on your worst days.
He chuckles and bounces off your desk with ease, putting the ladder in place so he can get to work.
You watch as he climbs, navy sleeves rolled up to show off the pale skin hidden beneath, black ink moving with the muscles in his arms.
He shooks you a quick smirk once he reaches the top, “if you wanted to see me so bad, sugar, all you had to do was ask.”
With a playful roll of your eyes, he continues, voice full of amusement, “no need to go breaking things on purpose for little ol’ me.”
His hands work on removing the dead bulb, tongue poking out a bit, making him look even more endearing.
This little back and forth has been going on for the better part of a year now. Little flirtations that made your grueling days pass a bit easier. Something you always looked forward to.
“Any big plans for today?”
His voice shakes you out of your daydreaming.
You sigh as your eyes find his staring down at you, hands moving as if he’s done this a thousand times. Maybe he has.
“Nah, just another day for me.”
You cringe as the words leave your mouth, hoping he doesn’t notice the bitterness on your face.
He does.
But, to him it’s a flash of sadness. Gone as quickly as it crosses your face.
You smile up at him, redirecting the conversation away from you and your loneliness.
“How about you, Eddie? Got a date tonight?” The words burn as they leave your lips. It’s something that hardly crossed your mind, Eddie possibly having a partner. It filled you with dread.
He looked like he was thinking hard on his answer, humming to himself before that lopsided smile graced his face again.
“I’ll probably get some takeout on my way home and spend some time with my sweetheart.”
Sweetheart.
Your heart sank as you kept a smile on your face, feeling a new hatred grow for this holiday.
“Must be a lucky gal.”
The bitterness numbed your tongue.
He chuckles at a joke you seem to not be a part of, the pit in your stomach filling with more and more dread.
“She’s my guitar, sugar.”
What?
He makes his way down the ladder, snorting at the look on your face as he sets the dead bulb on top of your cubicle, the new bulb in his hand as he makes his way back up the ladder.
“My sweetheart. She’s been with me through everything.”
Oh.
You almost want to laugh at how that makes you feel. Shaking off the weird feelings, you look back up as he secures the bulb in place.
“Are you any good?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” He smirks before biting his lip in concentration.
“Maybe I’ll show you some time.”
You think you see a slight blush on his face but chalk it up to the lighting.
Before you know it, Eddie’s heading off to his next assignment, much sooner than you’d like. You pout, missing his presence already as you decide to head out for your lunch hour, a walk would do you some good.
Coming back to your desk with a brown paper bag filled with a bagel sandwich and a soda in hand, you notice something sitting on your desk that wasn’t there before.
A heart-shaped gold package filled with hazelnut chocolates.
Sitting underneath the container is a note. Completely forgetting about your sandwich for the moment, you tear into the chocolates, taking one out as you read the note.
‘Hey, sugar. I saw these and thought of you. I know they’re your favorite. Happy Valentine’s Day. -E’
The sweetness of the treat and the words scribbled on yellow lined paper make your teeth ache. Make your heart ache.
You put the chocolates away in your desk, the smile never leaving your face as you finally pull your lunch out, accidentally knocking the love note off your desk.
It floats face down onto the rug by your feet, showing more writing.
Holding the paper in one hand, the smile on your face grew even wider at the words Eddie tried to hide.
‘Maybe if you’re up for it, we can get some takeout together and I can show you how good my guitar skills are.’
The number hastily scribbled underneath sent your heart racing.
Maybe today wasn’t so bad after all.
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sciderman · 2 months
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Gwen Stacy was 100 gazillion percent not dead before Peter’s web reached her??? What killed her while she fell? THE AIR????
and here begins one of the more hotly debated topics in spider-man comics canon - what killed gwen stacy?
(i could make a video essay about this)
goblin says that the shock of the fall alone is enough to kill her
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and honestly, i don't think that sounds fake. like i mean, i've never been thrown off a bridge before but like, the shock of that could probably kill me. i don't think that's fake at all. i'd have a fucking heart attack mid-air. yeah.
but there is the pointed. snap.
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so, really, regardless of whether gwen was already dead or not, the snap is a reality. if she was alive or dead, it doesn't matter, so if the shock of the fall didn't kill her, the snap would've.
i kind of don't know why norman would say she was dead before the webbing reached her. it seems more in norman's diabolical brand to double down and tell peter that his webbing IS what killed gwen. but i think maybe this is another case of the writers and artists not being on the same page - same as how it's described as the george washington bridge
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but the artists didn't get the memo. that bitch is not the george washington bridge.
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that bitch is the brooklyn bridge!!
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headcanon that i guess in 616 the brooklyn bridge is called the george washington bridge. sure. why not.
i figure the gwen "snap!" thing is another instance of the writers and artists just being on distinctly different pages. there's this very funny workflow in comics where they kind of give the artist a rough outline of the plot and the final dialogue isn't actually written until the comic is pencilled so there's always, always miscommunications between the writers and artists. where the artist draws the brooklyn bridge but the writer thinks it would be fun if actually it was the george washington bridge after the fact because get it. norman loves money. but in the synopsis it didn't actually matter what bridge it was so the artist just drew whatever the fuck bridge!!
so. i think it's the same with the snap. in the synopsis it probably says "gwen dies in the fall" - artist interprets it as whiplash, and draws it so. writer has the idea that actually, it's the shock that kills her. synopsis says "dies in the fall" and it doesn't actually matter how. point is she dies! however the fuck!
i'm honestly so obsessed with the running gag in spider-man comics where you know the writers and artists are on different pages. in two separate rooms doing two separate things. rereading the comics is so funny when you know that weird workflow and you see a scene where the art is saying one thing and the words are saying another. almost like a 4kids dub.
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that's why you get such great moments such as the panel that has caused the most outrage in my activity feed. the brown/blue pants debate.
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HIS PANTS ARE BLUE!!
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finntheehumaneater · 7 months
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An Ego Thing (Part 2/???)
HELLO. I had a mini panic attack at the amount of notes on the first part of this, and then blasted Noah Kahan while I wrote this part, so PLEASE EXCUSE AN ERRORS BECAUSE IF I READ OVER IT I’LL SECOND GUESS MYSELF AND NIT POST IT.
I named this “an ego thing” after the song by Lizzie McAlpine because I love that song and I thought it fit (not really but still. I love that song so much. Music is important to me.)
a lot of you guys liked and reblogged, so let me know if you want me to tag you in the next part in the comments :)
@strangersteddierthings
Enjoy :)
It would’ve been better if Steve had asked anyone else to give Eddie back his jacket. Anyone but Robin Buckley. Because she was furious. 
“What the fuck is the wrong with you?” She snapped, shoved the coat at Eddie so hard that he stumbled backwards and almost tripped over his own feet, his now pressed against the side of his van. 
He felt all too trapped under her glare, and he did not like it all. She crossed her arms and her eyes narrowed even further—if that was even possible—and her words had far too much force behind them. 
“He told me that it was a bad idea to tell everyone, and I told him that it was fine! A-and look what you did! Now he’s upset, and you need to fucking apologize to him—preferably in person—before I—“
“Robin—“ He tried to cut in, tried to explain himself, but just like with Steve, he was met with more harsh words, more furious tone—except this was more livid and less hurt. 
“No, Eddie fucking Munson, you shut the fuck up and listen.” She said quietly, which made him flinch at how soft her tone sounded—yet still stinging at the same time. “If you tell anyone about this, I will fucking—“
“Robin!”
He didn’t have the guts to yell at Steve like that, and it was worse doing it at Robin, but he had spent the past two days feeling horrible, and he was done feeling like that. He took a deep breath, trying to stop his hands from fidgeting with the sleeves of the coat that he was still holding, his boots slipping slightly in the thin layer of early-snow that had already fallen, despite it only being early December. 
“I-I didn’t kiss Steve because I thought it would be funny, or because I was trying to be a dick, okay? I…I kissed him because—“ He cut himself off, not knowing what he wanted to say next. He didn’t exactly know what he felt about Steve, and maybe that’s why all he could do before was leave without explanation.
He didn’t just like Steve, it was more than that. But, then again, he wasn’t sure he was ready to call it love, either. But the only way he could get Robin to not melt him into the snow with her stare was to finish his sentence, and she looked even angrier than before, considering how he had snapped at her like that, so he had to say something—
“Because what?” She whispered, her arms dropping to her side, falling against her green patterned coat as she took a step back, and it made Eddie realize that he had been staring for far too long than he thought he had, and it was probably making her feel uncomfortable.
He cleared his throat and found his hands curling into fists in the soft fabric of his coat. “Because—because I wanted to.”
Gods, he was such a fucking idiot. Because he wanted to? Of course he wanted to, but that didn’t make the situation any clearer to Robin. He needed to just say it—
“A-and I wanted to, because…”
“Because…?” She prompted, her face softening into something more like confusion as she bent down slightly to meet his eyes, her head tilted. 
“Because…I…like him…” Is what he settled for, even though that didn’t feel right.
“You like him?” She said, much louder than she had been speaking before, and it was all Eddie could do not to flinch away from her, which would have resulted in his head smacking into the side of the van, seeing as she still hadn’t moved far enough away for him to step forward a good amount. Still, his hands twitched closer to him, which she seemed to take notice of.
“Oh.” Was all she whispered, lowering the volume of her voice a considerable amount, for his sake. 
“Yeah.” He whispered back, looking away again. “And I didn’t mean to make him upset, or to scare him—because I would never tell anyone, I swear—but…I just don’t know how to say it to him. And now he probably hates me—“
“He—He doesn’t. He doesn’t hate you. I mean—yeah, he’s upset, but he doesn’t hate you.” She muttered, sighing. “I should’ve known you liked him, because now that you’ve told me, you have been very obvious about your feelings in the past.”
“Shit—I have? Does—does he know already?” He hated the blatantly obvious panic that was crawling into his voice, clinging onto his words like smoke. 
“No, no. As much as I love Steve, he’s pretty fucking stupid when it comes to realizing stuff like this. You’re good.”
“Fuck…thank God..” He breathed, sliding down the side of the van and sitting in the snow, not even really minding the wet feeling that was seeping into his jeans, because his legs were already kind of numb, anyways. 
Robin sat down in front of him, tucking the bottom of her coat beneath her so that she wouldn’t get wet when the snow on the ground melted. “Are you going to tell him? Because I don’t think he'd be upset anymore if he knew…”
The way her voice trailed off let him know that she was withholding a very vital piece of information from him, and he did not like that. “Why? What am I missing?” 
She rolled her eyes and mumbled under her breath, “God, you guys are perfect for each other.”
And if that didn’t only serve to make Eddie even more confused.
“What I mean,” She continued, using her hands more like she needed to visually explain it for him to understand. Like he was some kind of child. “Steve likes you back.”
And oh, God, did Eddie feel dizzy, his head snapping up to meet her gaze, eyes wide, eyebrows pressed together. “You’re joking.”
“I never joke.”
That was a lie. But she seemed serious about this.
“So, Edward…“
“Don’t call me that.”
“Are you going to tell him?”
Eddie sighed and pulled his knees to his chest. “I don’t know if I can…”
“Well, if you do, let me know how it goes.” She said, standing up and brushing off the back of her coat.
“You—You won’t tell him, right?” Eddie said quietly, not liking how he had to look up at her, now.
“Of course not.” She said, holding out her hand to help him up, and he reluctantly took it, her skin cold and clammy from the gradually dropping temperature outside. This really was an early winter.
“Right…thanks, Buckley.” He dropped her hand as soon as he was standing up and stepped back, just wanting some time alone to process this information. Maybe a nice drive around the town with some music playing so that he could just think. “Did you walk here?”
“No, dumbass, I drove. Yes, I walked, what the fuck do you think?” She rolled her eyes again. Eddie really hated when she did that. “I’ll see you around okay? And I’m still pissed at you for running off on Steve like that. He was really upset when he called me.”
“Yeah, yeah…sorry…” He muttered—and he would’ve offered to drive her home, but he really just wanted to be alone. Just him and his music. “I’ll see you around?”
“Yeah, of course. Let me know how it goes—actually, scratch that, Steve will probably immediately call me afterwards, but—I still want your side of things!” She called, starting to walk down the road again, somehow not slipping in the ice that had formed in patches on the road, since the “snowplow” (some random ass guy with a scraper attached to the front of his pickup-truck) hadn’t bothered to spread the road-salt out evenly.
He waved goodbye and then leaned his forehead against the side of the van, giving Robin a few minutes to walk away before he got in and fumbled with a Cassette tape, before shoving it in the slot above the radio dials.
Now he just needed to figure out how to tell Steve…
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1dinodaily · 1 year
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The Entire Month of November is now Dinovember!
Each day of November has a dinosaur prompt for you to draw. We will be starting the month at the dawn of the dinosaurs, and drawing some of the most iconic dinosaurs of the Triassic, Jurassic, Cretaceous, and modern periods. Join me in drawing daily dinosaurs, or just draw the ones you like! If you post your dinosaurs and tag them with #dinovember or #dinovember2022 or tag me (@1dinodaily), I will reblog your art and feature it on @1dinodaily!
Rules for getting featured:
Must be your own art, but all styles, skill levels, and media types are welcome
Post the correct dinosaur before the end of the day
No NSFW content
Prompt list in text format:
Eoraptor
Herrerasaurus
Plateosaurus
Coelophysis
Allosaurus
Brachiosaurus
Compsognathus
Stegosaurus
Yi Qi
Cryolophosaurus
Megalosaurus
Diplodocus
Tyrannosaurus
Parasaurolophus
Therizinosaurus
Triceratops
Iguanodon
Microraptor
Argentinosaurus
Spinosaurus
Velociraptor
Anklyosaurus
Deinocheirus
Carnotaurus
Secretary bird
Kākāpō
Snowy Owl
Hooded Grebe
Kiwi
California Condor
I can’t wait to see your submissions!
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blaithnne · 10 months
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And what if Alfur was ftm transgender then what would you do
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quinnie-is-cold · 5 months
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Slight angsty idea (because Dream, very validly, thinks Corrupted Nightmare is after him) finally gets caught by Nightmare. Only instead of taking his soul Nightmare just really missed Dream and wants to be with him again and sets him up in his castle as a guest and takes care of him because Dream deserves the best in life
I love love loveee those kinds of things.. it's so sweet and precious.. even if it's platonic!! Though I most definitely prefer that Dream and Nightmare kiss upon reuniting with each other!!
Nightmare is just soooo lonely.. has been trying to think of something other than Dream for literal centuries.. and then when Dream is out of the stone. Nightmare trying to keep taking his soul before realizing.. damn he kinda wants the whole bitch instead of just the apple..
Like the realization would probably leave him stunned and he doesn't try to like have a conversation with Dream in any normal way. Like no semblance of normality in the way he approaches this. Why do that when he can kidnap his brother and then spoil him with only the best things like he deserves? It's a foolproof plan!!
Meanwhile Dream's internally screaming the whole time, wondering if this is a hansel and gretel type situation where Nightmare's stuffing him full before eating him but.. nope! He just genuinely wants to be around Dream again and love him like his precious baby brother deserves!!
And then their relationship actually starts to mend on part of Dream bringing up the conversation of yk.. what are they doing here, like this? Tearful conversation followed by lots of kissing... so many 'I missed you', so many 'I love you's.. all of it, in one moment of bliss. One moment where they could just.. be with each other again. Something both—knowingly or not—longed to have for literal centuries..
Then Dream and Nightmare live out their little married brother lives together.. they kiss, they (Nightmare) read together. All of it!! And then they're happy forever :)
Which I'm a sucker for!! Not ashamed of it, some of us don't want our OTPs to being going through the character equivalent of stubbing our toe repeatedly. I'm happy with them being happy! (Sometimes I make them suffer out of love)
That's all my silly lil thoughts! Enjoy :3
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pebblerosegamer · 23 days
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@tasmanianstripes Okay! Welp, cracks knuckles time to ramble about this absolute mess of a family that i love dearly.
But, just to let you know, this stuff may change or is still being worked out, and also that hollow in my main au isn't exactly the focus, so these are not permanent ideas, nor dynamics i plan rn to completely explore / finish.
Basically what i mean is that hollow does indeed get trapped in the black egg and pk never figures out they arent empty, rough life.
My pk, i see him as a caring and also very selfless character, i imagine thats why he did the black egg plan at all, despite all the misery and pain it caused him and others- sacrificing his clean name and his children so everyone else can thrive.
So we have a selfless guy who cares about everyone a lot, hows that tie in with hollow?
First I'll start at the beginning! At the beginning was of course the abyss climb, hollow making it to the top and emptily watching their other siblings fall, and of course then taken in by pk, from their perspective, pk could be seen as a savior almost, saving them- though i think hollow either knew, learnt of it later, or wasnt 'alive' yet, they werent exactly there for those first moments.
And from there pk cared for them, which hurt him because of what and who they are, but for hollow it was more enlightening, over time with the short very very very quiet moments the two had together, i think a bond formed, though an odd one, which was hollow very subtly and unknowingly liking pk and looking up to him, and pk being reminded of all hes done, and how much suffering he's caused, but also a thin sense of fondness, cause he did see them somewhat as his kid, despite how hard he tried not to…
I think this bond was thin and very subtle, and no one had any clue besides the few times pk had realized he was too soft with them, (and reined himself in, (only to later soften again subconsciously…)) he didn't want to get close at all, because he knew he'd loose them, and that they had to stay empty, and he didnt want to taint them.
Plus, the vessel to him is quite a sad reminder of all hes done, all the bloodshed- all those children gone- i believe he hid away the void constructs due to that reason aswell… he has a few quite, quite bad memories of those times that just- he'd rather not relive���
But at the time pk was very alone, his root left to care for her gardens and he naturally isolated himself, the vessel was really his only 'companion', so even despite that, he managed to begin caring for them anyway, occasionally, maybe after awhile, managing to overlook the memories.
I think when pk was sure they couldnt be tainted by his antics, he began staying a little longer with hollow, specifically whenever he told them to stay somewhere. I think he joined them on occasion, staring out into either the gardens, the ballroom, off the balcony, or perhaps in his office, he reminiscing, reflecting, and wondering, and of course the vessel doing none of the above- enjoying the empty company, and maybe the painful guilt? Maybe he saw it as some sort of punishment? Idk prob not the last one.
But! Now we get into the part where hornet shows up! How joyous.
Now when hornet came to the palace she wasnt allowed to the upper floors, where the vessel was usually kept, to which she grumpily stomped away and later stole a key and got into said upper floors~
Hornet's first reaction to hollow was probably just "why are they so tall" then approached them and glared at them for a solid minute, haha. I think hornet and hollow's relationship would be nonexistent, i think she'd be curious about who and what they are but clearly they cant talk nor want to so she seeks answers elsewhere, they also dont seem intrigued by the idea of playing knights, too busy staring off balconies or something… which leaves their bond quite hollow. (Haha get it)
Now though, with pk and hornet, and hollow watching them- i think they wouldn't think of anything, but when the two get closer i think they'd feel very slightly insecure, noticing how hornet is so lively and clearly a person, and how pk reacts and cares for her- i think subtly it would make them question themselves, wondering if they should be more like her to get father's approval- but also the entire kingdom would be doomed if that happened, simply they'd be quite torn, but in the end they stay empty…
Now, ive mentioned the xero incident before, and rambling about hollow here it reminds me that chances are, hollow could swoop in and protect pk when it happens- which thinking of it, sounds very interesting and gives hollow perhaps more meaning for pk, since we dont see most of the past of pk and hollow in my au… it could show a different side of them? I will have to think about it more.
But thats nearly all, besides the last few scenes with pk and hollow, which is them getting sealed away- i think those would be really, really tough moments for pk, i think whilst hes readying hollow to be trapped for literally eternity i think he'd just be thinking and thinking of it, realizing that- damnit, hes going to miss them, hes really really going to miss hollow- realizing how much they mean to him probably is one of the most painful realizations for pk in the story- especially since he thought he tried his darnest not to get attached… i wonder if he'd do some sort of final goodbye, nothing sappy like "i love you" though- i don't think he could express that since hes been denying that for like 3 years(?) straight, though maybe "goodbye." Or some variation of that. "My hollow knight, goodbye." < maybe??????????? Is that too sappy???????? I think???????? Probably too sappy…
Anyway i think after the plan i think it'd affect pk big time, i think he'll be looking out at the balcony hollow used to be left at and he'd just wanna cry, and remembering that he doesnt need to do those little routines for the vessel anymore- he'll probably catch himself going to the vessel's room to get them or almost prepping a bath for them, or wondering if its about time to clean up their armor, or sharpen their nail- nonetheless when he remembers again he'll feel sadly empty, like something is missing.
But, to do a TLDR; hollow is empty, but subtly, very subtly, longs to be more, pk is overly caring and an absolute softie, but tries not to show it to avoid tampering the vessel, also hollow makes him sad due to their history, but pk is too caring of a guy and loves hollow anyway, in conclusion everyone is sad 👍
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notreallyuseless · 3 months
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Me: *having fun and laughing at Baghera and Cellbit killing people*
My brain out of nowhere: what would q!Phil think... how would he react if he saw his two teammates in this state. Would he feel guilt? Because he couldnt save them? Because he let them go down this murderous path? Would he feel anger? Towards the Watcher for pushing them to this extreme? Towards himself for not being there for them?
Would he wish he stayed there so that something like this didnt't happen to them.? Or would he wish he was there so that they wouldnt feel so alone?
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Every Fire & Blood Mention of Alys Rivers
With it's lord, Larys Strong, away in King's Landing, the castle was but lightly garrisoned. Having no wish to suffer the fate of Black Harren, its elderly castellan Ser Simon Strong (uncle to the late Lord Lyonel, great-uncle to Lord Larys) was quick to strike his banners when Caraxes lighted atop Kingspyre Tower. In addition to the castle, Prince Daemon at a stroke had captured the not - inconsiderable wealth of House Strong and a dozen valuable hostages, amongst them Ser Simon and his grandsons. The castle small folk became his captives as well, amongst them a wet nurse named Alys Rivers. (The Dying of the Dragons - A Son for a Son.)
Who was this woman? A serving wench who dabbled in potions and spells, says Munkun. A woods witch, claims Septon Eustace. A malign enchantress who bathed in the blood of virgins to preserve her youth, Mushroom would have us believe. (The Dying of the Dragons - A Son for a Son.) Her name suggests bastard birth...but we know little of her father, and less of her mother. Munkun and Eustace tell us she was sired by Lord Lyonel Strong in his callow youth, making her a natural half-sister to his sons Harwin (Breakbones) and Larys (The Clubfoot). but Mushroom insists that she was much older, that she was wet-nurse to both boys, perhaps even to their father a generation earlier. (The Dying of the Dragons - A Son for a Son)
Though her own children had all been stillborn, the milk that flowed so abundantly from the breasts of Alys Rivers had nourished countless babes born of other women at Harrenhal. Was she in truth a witch who lay with demons, bringing forth dead children as payment for the knowledge they gave her? Was she a simpleminded slattern, as Eustace believes? A wanton who used her poisons and potions to bind men to her, body and soul? (The Dying of the Dragons - A Son for a Son)
Alys Rivers was at least 40 years of age during the Dance of Dragons, that much is known; Mushroom makes her even older. All agree that she looked younger than her years, but whether this was simple happenstance or achieved through her practice of the dark arts, men continue to dispute. Whatever her powers, it would seem Daemon Targaryen was immune to them, for little is heard of this supposed sorceress whilst the prince held Harrenhal. (The Dying of the Dragons - A Son for a Son)
Thus did the flower of House Strong, an ancient line of noble warriors boasting descent from the First Men, come to an ignoble end in the ward at Harrenhal. No true born Strong was spared, nor any bastard save ... oddly...Alys Rivers. Though the wet nurse was twice his age (thrice if we put our trust in Mushroom), Prince Aemond had taken her into his bed as a prize of war soon after taking Harrenhal, seemingly preferring her to all the other women of the castle, including many pretty maids of his own years. (The Dying of the Dragons - Rhaenyra Triumphant)
The loss of King's Landing and the Iron Throne had enraged him, and when word of the Fishfeed reached Harrenhal, The Lord Protector had almost strangled the squire who delivered the news. Only the intercession of his bedmate Alys Rivers had saved the boy's life. (The Dying of the Dragons -Rhaenyra Triumphant)
... Prince Aemond refused to consider this "craven course". As regent for his brother, he might have commanded the Hand's obedience, yet he did not. Munkun says that this was because of his respect for the older man, whilst Mushroom suggests that the two men had become rivals for the affections of the wet nurse Alys Rivers, who had used love potions and philtres to inflame their passions. Septon Eustace echoes the dwarf in part, but says it was Aemond alone who had become besotted with the Rivers woman, to such an extent that he could not bear the thought of leaving her. (The Dying of the Dragons -Rhaenyra Triumphant)
The castle stood empty no more than three days before Lady Sabitha Frey swooped down to seize it. Inside she found only Alys Rivers, the wet nurse and purported witch who had warmed Prince Aemond's bed during his days at Harrenhal, and now claimed to be carrying his child. ( The Dying of the Dragons - Rhaenyra Triumphant) "I have the dragon's bastard in me" the woman said, as she stood naked in the godswood with one hand upon her swollen belly. "I can feel his fires licking at my womb". Not was her babe the only fire kindled by Aemond Targaryen.... (The Dying of the Dragons - Rhaenyra Triumphant) The Kinslayer then returned unexpectedly to Harrenhal, where he burned every wooden structure in the castle. Six knights and two score men-at-arms perished trying to slay his dragon, whilst Lady Sabitha Frey only saved herself from the flames by hiding in a privy. She fled back to the Twins soon after...but her prize captive, the witch woman Alys Rivers escaped with Prince Aemond. (The Dying of the Dragons - Rhaenyra Triumphant)
Vhagar had come at last, and on her back rode the one-eyed Prince Aemond Targaryen, clad in nightblack armor chased with gold. He had not come alone, Alys Rivers flew with him, her long hair streaming black behind her, her belly swollen with child. (The Dying of the Dragons - Rhaenyra Triumphant) The prince helped his woman down from Vhagar's back, then turned to face his uncle. "Nuncle, I hear you have been seeking us".
"Only you" Daemon replied. "Who told you where to find me?"
"My lady," Aemond answered. "She saw you in a storm cloud, in a mountain pool at dusk, in the fire we lit to cook our suppers. She sees much and more, my Alys. You were a fool to come alone". (The Dying of the Dragons - Rhaenyra Triumphant) Whilst the young prince kissed his woman and vaulted lightly onto Vhagar. (The Dying of the Dragons - Rhaenrya Triumphant) The hour was late, the sun was close to setting, and the lake was calm, its surface glimmering like a sheet of beaten copper. Up and up she soared, searching for Caraxes as Alys Rivers watched from atop Kingspyre Tower in Harrenhal below. (The Dying of the Dragons - Rhaenrya Triumphant) The fourth (and last, for our purposes) of these remarkable women emerged from the twisted towers and blasted keeps of Harrenhal, that vast ruin beside the water of the Gods Eye. Shunned and forgotten since Daemon Targaryen and his nephew Aemond had met there for their final flight, Black Harren's accursed seat had become a haunt of outlaws, robber knights, and broken men, who sallied forth from behind its walls to prey upon travelers, fisherfolk, and farmers. A year ago they had been few, but of late their numbers had grown, and it was being said that a sorceress ruled over them, a witch queen of fearsome power. (Under the Regents - The Hooded Hand) ..... Arriving before the walls of Harrenhal, however he found the gates closed and hundreds of armed men on the battlements. There were at least six hundred souls within the castle, a third of them men of fighting age. When Ser Regis demanded to speak to their lord, a woman emerged to treat with him, with a child beside her. The "witch queen" of Harrenhal proved to be none other than Alys Rivers, the baseborn wet nurse who had been the prisoner and then the paramour of Prince Aemond Targaryen and now claimed to be his widow. (Under the Regents - The Hooded Hand) The boy was Aemond's, she told the knight. "His bastard?" said Ser Regis. "His true born son and heir". Alys Rivers spat back, "and the rightful king of Westeros". She commanded the knight to "kneel before your king" and swear him his sword. Ser Regis laughed at this, saying, "I do not kneel to bastards, much less the baseborn whelp of a kinslayer and a milk cow". (Under the Regents - The Hooded Hand) What happened next remains a matter of some dispute. Some say that Alys Rivers merely raised a hand, and Ser Regis began to scream and clutch his head, until his skull burst apart, spraying blood and brains. (Under the Regents - The Hooded Hand)
Others insist the widow's gesture was a signal, at which a crossbowman on the battlements let fly a bolt that took Ser Regis through an eye. (Under the Regents - The Hooded Hand) Whatever the case, Ser Regis Groves was dead in an instant. Half a heartbeat later, the gates of Harrenhal burst open, and a swarm of howling riders charged forth. A bloody fight ensued. The king's men were put to rout. Ser Damon Darry being well-horsed, well-armored, and well-trained, was one of the few to escape. The witch queen's minions hunted him all through the night before abandoning the chase. Some thirty-two men lived to return to Castle Darry, of the hundreds that had set out. (Under the Regents - The Hooded Hand)
The next day, a thirty-third made his appearance. Having been captured with a dozen others, he had been forced to watch them die by torture one by one before being turned loose to deliver a warning. "I'm to tell you what she said" he gasped, "but you can't laugh. The widow put a curse on me. Any man o' you laughs I die." When Ser Damon assured him that no one was going to laugh at him, the messenger said, "Don't come again unless you mean to bend your knees, she says. Any man who comes near her walls will die. There's power in them stones, and the widow's woken it. Seven save us all she has a dragon. I seen it." (Under the Regents - The Hooded Hand)
The name of the messenger is lost to us, along with the name of the man who laughed. But someone did, one of Lord Darry's men. The messenger looked at him, stricken, then clutched at his throat and began to wheeze. Unable to draw breath, he was dead in moments. Supposedly the imprints of a woman's fingers could be seen upon his skin, as if she had been in the room, choking him. (Under the Regents - The Hooded Hand) ....But before Ser Tyland could organize such an assault, or even consider who might take Ser Regis's place in Aegon's Seven. a threat far worse than any 'witch queen' descended on the city. (Under the Regents - The Hooded Hand)
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meowonaise · 29 days
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xingchen cover of "summer eulogy" by @lacecap!! both music and art/video by them ^_^
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hiso03 · 3 months
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Headcanon (It's more like a scenario I created because I like the song).
On one occasion Hal had to travel to Mexico on a mission, while he was at one of the country's traditional fairs, he decided to enter the auditorium full of people under the pretext of "gathering information".
He manages to sneak in among so many people and somehow or other ends up with a pretty decent view of the stage, at first he continues trying to locate one of the people he was directed to while cursing Kyle for not agreeing to go with him.
He keeps moving through the crowd when he hears a particular song that catches his attention completely, forcing him to stop and stand there until the song ends and decides to continue with his mission, everything turns out successfully that night despite getting a few bumps and scrapes.
He returns to the Watchtower gives a quick report and leaves Diana and Clark to argue with Bruce about the next move they were planning to make.
A couple of days pass and to his surprise, he can't get the tune out of his head.
At first he tries to play it down and moves on, but Hal is weak in the face of doubt and one day while alone in the surveillance room decides to put an end to his torture. He takes out his cell phone and writes down what little he could understand and remember of the song in the hope of finding it.
To his bad luck Kyle passes by and hears a noise that awakens his curiosity. That's when he peeks into the room thinking maybe Jaime, Jessica or someone else was there, but to his surprise the one he ends up finding is Hal.
They both freeze when they see each other, but Kyle can't help but laugh when he hears the song in the background, making fun of Hal while he doesn't understand what his friend is laughing about until Kyle starts explaining the lyrics to him.
When Kyle starts talking to him as the song talks about someone who is in love and that the love he feels has made him "shine", the person in love constantly talks about how much his loved one glows and how beautiful his smile is; using a hundred cheesy phrases to describe the lyrics that inevitably lead Hal to think of Barry, his best friend.
So when he arrives on earth the first thing he does is go to Barry's house to look up the translation of the song on Barry's laptop and he can't help but blush as he reads each word and sees the image of Barry smiling at him over and over again in his head.
From that moment on he lasts several nights listening to the song on loop and being unable to look Barry in the eyes to the concern of his best friend. (This leads to a stupid misunderstanding where Barry thinks Hal is mad at him for something he did and the poor guy spends the next few weeks recapping every interaction to figure out what he did wrong).
When Hal finds Kyle again, Hal doesn't hesitate for a second to blame him for being unable to look Barry in the eye.
Kyle just laughs at him.
Lyrics: "You shine and shine so pretty. And we shine together between eyelashes.
Divine, divine smile"
The song is longer and prettier, if anyone wants to look it up, it's called: "Brillas" by Leon Larregui.
(I made the video last year after a friend of mine attended a concert of this singer. And I had never listened carefully to the lyrics until that day she posted it and I don't know why, but I immediately thought of Hal and Barry.)
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doughguts-art · 5 months
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Comic of Bandit and a friend's fellow elsen with an X. Friend is Arc, who doesn't have a tumblr.
Their elsen boi's name is Michael. He dualweilds meat cleavers and is a bit of a bastard with em too. We joked it was karma Bandit took a hand, since in Michael's story, he lops off someone's jaw with the knives.
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sentientsky · 4 months
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you're in a car with a beautiful (not-) boy and you don't know how you've managed to stay intact this long, how you haven't fractured at the edges yet, lit up from the inside with all that aching, cataclysmic want you've fought so hard to keep quiet—to keep from thrashing in your chest like a sparrow against glass.
you're in a car with a beautiful not-boy, and you're not human but if you were, you're certain this longing would have killed you by now, would have left you in the cool green earth—rotted you down to the quick—a thousand times over (and if that didn't kill you, then the look in his eyes now certainly would). and you don't, can't, won't believe in god because how could She create such a being and then not let you press your palms to the side of his face, not let you hold him, not let you open your mouth like a confession box and tell him, there is a bird inside my chest and you are the center of every solar system and i'm willing to play the part of icarus if only you'd let me. and you don't/can't/won't believe in god, but his eyes open and its like the sun in a three-piece beige suit and you're pretty sure you stopped breathing the moment he got in the car (hell, you haven't tasted oxygen since the moment he stood on the cliffside, hands all empty of swords and fire).
you're in a car with a beautiful not-boy, and you're all spitfire and grief and six thousand years of whispered half-syllables into the dark of a lonely night, of savouring the way his name burns your tongue like sacrament (holy, holy, holy).
and he's handing you a thermos now, and his hand brushes yours and it's been nearly thirty years, and still you'd let him turn you to salt if it meant he might touch you again.
... but you go too fast for him. you always go too fast, with all your ugly, hollow-boned want and your burning yellow eyes and your hands, sullied with the weight of sin; fingertips that look more like claws than anything you'd ever want to touch with any scrap of volition.
and you're in your car with this beautiful boy who is not a boy and you're burning up, plummeting like a waxen-winged thing. and he's looking at you and you're falling, and the world is twisting around the edges, and he's stepping out of the car and your ribcage is becoming a slaughterhouse—an abattoir with all its knives turned up towards the sky. and then you're in a car, and you’re alone. and that is all.
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v8nom · 3 months
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Chaeyoung’s sounds - high, keening, needy, whines - fill the room, and she would be embarrassed if not for her predicament.
A soft leather collar is wrapped securely around her throat, thick with a metal hoop dangling off the front. It’s attached to a thin leash pulled taught, making her neck strain forwards.
Chaeyoung can’t help but whimper, breathing heavy and heady at the hand forcing her head further upwards. “Mina,” she whines, helpless. 
Mina’s gaze is sultry and evil; it stokes the already bright flame in Chaeyoung’s belly. She’s only the first of two imposing bodies caging her in, consuming her like her essence produces the very air they breathe. “Hm?” Mina hums casually, as if she isn’t holding Chaeyoung on a knife tip, isn’t holding Chaeyoung’s pleasure in the tight grasp of the leash and the elegant fingers on her jaw. Mina smiles, a wicked, predatory thing, the glint in her eye telling Chaeyoung all she needs to know. “What do you think, Sana?”
The second body, the recipient of Mina’s question, serves as restraint. One lithe arm wraps tight around her waist, forcing Chaeyoung back and confining her to face her fate.
They’d been teasing Chaeyoung for she doesn’t know how long, running hands and lips and teeth over her scantily clothed body, all the while breathing filthy, filthy things into her ear. She’s being driven to insanity, but there’s not a single other place she’d rather be.
“I think,” Sana begins, pausing to press her teeth into Chaeyoung’s earlobe - Chaeyoung’s hips buck into empty air, again - “that she isn’t using her words.”
Mina’s smile turns into a grin, her hand tugging on Chaeyoung’s collar, the leather of the leash wrapped tightly around her knuckles. The sight alone is enough to make Chaeyoung whine.
“Good girls use their words.” The taunt is accompanied by Sana’s wandering hand caressing her abs shamelessly, the older woman humming appreciatively into her ear. 
Chaeyoung wants to speak - would speak - but Mina’s teeth latch onto the side of her neck as Sana finds her breast and she loses herself.
They’re unrelenting. 
Dark bruises already cover the pale skin of her neck, Chaeyoung squirming as Mina presses light kisses on top of the existing constellation of sensitive spots. Every time Chaeyoung flinches, Mina grins a little wider.
Sana touches her with the same fervor, alternating between Chaeyoung’s breasts and humming at the whines that fall from Chaeyoung’s lips when she uses her nails. She twists and tugs, the flurry of sensations making Chaeyoung’s head spin.
Finally, finally, when Mina pulls back in a brief display of mercy, she gains control of her voice. “Please,” she breathes, “fuck me.”
One of Sana’s hands makes a burning trail up to her collar, two long fingers slipping under the leather, tugging. Chaeyoung nearly falls apart. Her knees buckle as a guttural, keening sound tears itself from her throat, eyes slamming shut for a brief moment. The shameless, unequivocal act of ownership makes Chaeyoung see stars - Sana’s action is akin to testing the tightness of the collar on a pet, and that meaning is not lost on Chaeyoung. 
Mina looks over her shoulder, most likely locking eyes with Sana. Something about them jointly deciding her fate, deciding if she deserves anything, is so deliciously humiliating that heat flickers painfully in her core. It’s like she’s on her knees in front of two gods, asking if she’s worthy.
Thankfully, their judgment doesn’t last long. 
“What do you think, Chaeyoung-ah? Do you think you’ve earned it?” Sana’s low voice is purred directly into her ear, short-circuiting Chaeyoung’s brain. Her fingers slip out from under her collar, and Chaeyoung almost cries out at the loss.
“Yes,” she gasps, fighting to grasp onto the meaning of language. She desperately hopes this part isn’t another game, that she isn’t walking into another trap. “Please.”
Mina hums. A delicate hand comes up to trace her cheekbones and the curve of her jaw, Chaeyoung leaning into it. “I think she’s earned it,” she says. Her gaze is almost soft, she almost looks proud. Chaeyoung allows herself to believe she is.
“I agree.”
A flood of relief flows down Chaeyoung’s spine.
“You’ve been such a good girl.”
Immediately followed by that raging fire.
Mina slides a hand down Chaeyoung’s body, slowly but surely slipping under the waistband of Chaeyoung’s skimpy shorts and briefs. The shorts, paired with her crop top, were the reason this all started. About an hour ago she had walked into the living room, still waking up but not groggy, stretching her arms above her head with a loud yawn. When her eyes slid back open, she was cornered by a drooling Mina and Sana, their eyes harbouring the sort of hunger only animals possess.
The collar and leash were added after she let herself be dragged into Mina’s bedroom by rough hands.
Mina doesn’t bother to waste time pulling the shorts off, but decides to pause with her hand cupping Chaeyoung’s crotch.
“Please,” Chaeyoung cries out, knees buckling at the touch. She can feel her slick on Mina’s hand.
Sana’s arm tightens around her waist, and Chaeyoung distantly realizes that Sana is holding her up. “Shh,” Sana soothes, “we’ve got you.”
Chaeyoung nods, no choice but to believe her, her mind, body, and soul completely at their mercy. She’s holding the pure essence of her out on a silver platter for them, a meager offering for them to decide the fate of: they could save her or destroy her. 
They accept, and worship her as if they’re the ones kneeling at her feet.
Fingers slide through her slick heat, gathering the obscene amount of wetness already there.
As Mina finds her clit, Chaeyoung’s head falls back against Sana’s shoulder, eyes slipping closed. She’s panting, mouth perpetually open from cries, and does the only thing she can do: wholly submit to the sensations. 
Mina works her up quickly, Chaeyoung being so sensitive that even her light, teasing touches do a good enough job.
“I’m—“ close she wants to say. She’s not teetering on the edge, Mina wouldn’t allow that, but she’s close enough to ache. She wants Mina to make her come, needs Mina to make her come.
“You’re what?” Mina taunts, pulling her fingers out of her heat and a desperate whine from Chaeyoung’s lips. Her hole clenches around nothing and she hurts.
Long fingers - Sana’s - wrap around her exposed throat above her collar, firm to make their presence known, but loose enough to allow blood flow.
“Close,” Chaeyoung breathes.
“Beg,” Sana whispers, “beg for it.”
“Please, I want to come.” She has no dignity left - she’s in scattered pieces and it’s up to Mina and Sana to tear her apart further so she can become whole again. “Please, please.”
“Good.” 
Mina sinks one, then two fingers into her, curling upwards as Sana presses kisses along her neck.
Neither of them hold back, working together to bring Chaeyoung to the edge.
She hurtles towards it, hips bucking in time with Mina’s thrusts as moans tumble out of her mouth. Chaeyoung gets so close so fast, not having the capacity to beg for release again.
Thankfully, Mina can sense it. “Come for us.” Her breath hits Chaeyoung’s lips a moment before Chaeyoung comes, cresting the wave with an unintelligible cry.
Colours explode behind her eyes as pleasure shoots to every corner of her body, body tensing and snapping sandwiched between Mina and Sana.
Her brain turns to static as she rides it; she doesn’t know anything except for how good she feels.
The tension on the leash eventually goes slack, and Mina eventually slows to a stop within Chaeyoung. Sana still holds her up, Chaeyoung’s legs trembling too much to support herself, and the collar is still wrapped around her neck.
Heavy breathing - Chaeyoung’s - is the only sound filling the room, and she feels completely, utterly, sated.
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crimsoncrim · 9 months
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artfight attacks, round three! :>
as always hit me up here if you’re interested! i’m on team werewolf, but i do both friendly fires and attacks/revenges!
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characters belong to @gree-gon, miaou_ml, yoctocrunch, and notgrs on artfight! <3
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concorp · 5 months
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why does qsmp need a game designer 0:
it’s very much a game. being designed for a limited playerbase, but a game. check out my #gamedev talk tag.
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