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cozylittleartblog · 2 months
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valentines newsletter ???? ?? HELLO ???????? ?????? ? ????
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lazycranberrydoodles · 6 months
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english translation book 5 baby we are in the ‘people assuming kid form hua cheng is xie lian’s son’ era 🔥🔥🔥 / follow for more hualian silliness
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denim-wizard · 3 months
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all scars // no gods
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absolem0 · 19 days
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thank you ffxvi producer for personally delivering event rewards to every ffxiv player
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starstruck-critter · 3 months
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he is like a spore creature to me
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strange-0 · 1 month
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Me too Jason, me too.
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shortnotsweet · 5 months
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[ “SOMEBODY TOLD ME”]:
BREAKING MY BACK JUST TO KNOW YOUR NAME. SEVENTEEN TRACKS AND I’VE HAD IT WITH THIS GAME. A BREAKIN’ MY BACK JUST TO KNOW YOUR NAME—BUT HEAVEN AIN’T CLOSE IN A PLACE LIKE THIS.
— The Killers, Hot Fuss (2004)
Princess Rhaenyra’s insolence is wearing her stepmother’s patience thin. Queen Alicent is not ten years her senior, but even during her own sixteenth year, she cannot recall herself behaving so brazenly. She would never burst into courtly discussions in nothing but gilded armor and the underskirts of her riding leathers, awash in blood. (She would never be spotted in blood that was not her own, anyway. Alicent has never picked up a sword, not one that belonged to her.) Nevermind that Rhaenyra is attending to diplomatic affairs with bared teeth and scales, no—the crux of the matter is just that, her affairs. Rhaenyra is the Realm’s Delight, a beauty incomparable to any fair maiden, Alicent included. She indulges herself with appetite of a spoiled child, the confidence of man, and the pickings befitting only to her royal blood. Criston Cole. Daemon Targaryen. Harwin Strong. Laena Velaryon. She’s full of love, isn’t she? That selfish, foolish girl. What does Rhaenyra Targaryen know of love, of duty? She is a child in so many ways—she thinks killing makes her a man, thinks the throne is hers despite being a woman, thinks she can have her knight and her uncle and her protector and Laena Velaryon in one fail swoop. She’s wrong. She doesn’t know herself half as well as Alicent does. Alicent, who sees her for what she truly is, who wants to see all of her and more of her and none of her. Alicent has been stolen into the Keep by her own father—both of their fathers—but Rhaenyra is the key to this place, is the window to everything barred. Rhaenyra Targaryen has a dragon. Rhaenyra can fly.
That’s what Rhaenyra had promised her once, with her lips pulled back in a grin, exposing the white of her teeth like the violently radiant creature she was. “Perhaps when you grow tired of plotting against me, we shall ride on dragonback together,” she had said. The tease.
Alicent had yanked her into an empty corridor by the silk of her sleeve, ready to chastise her for her ill behavior. Conversing with the lords and ladies of the court at a feast was one thing, but chattering about her bloody encounters in battle over the pudding tureen were another. The lord at her elbow was going green. Alicent’s own face was likely red; her heart raced whenever Rhaenyra got like this. Alicent had never seen the battlefield—only seen battered men in dented armor and the slumps of corpses lined along dirt roads in the aftermath of war—but her own imagination terrified her like nothing else.
(Rhaenyra is better with a sword than half of the knights in Westeros, and more lovely than the lot. Her reign has not yet begun, but already the commoners flock to her—lured in by tales of her beauty and fine hair—and soldiers would follow her into battle. Alicent would not follow, but she would watch and bite her nails down to the quick.
She thinks of the figure Rhaenyra cuts in full armor, the heat in her gaze underneath the slots of her helmet. Alicent remembers the weight of her own hand in Rhaenyra’s—which was gloved—when the princess rode up to the spectators box and grasped it in her own, bringing Alicent’s knuckles to her lips. She thinks of Rhaenyra murdered in the sky, skewered with another man’s sword, plummeting to the ground, torn in half, streaking crimson across the clouds. Alicent would scream, or cry. She might laugh. She would throw herself from the window of her tower. Rhaenyra’s bloody exploits terrified Alicent for reasons she could not identify, and excited her for reasons she refused to.)
“I’d sooner be confined to the castle for the rest of my days than get on the back of that bloody lizard,” Alicent scoffed. Rhaenyra only tucked her hand over Alicent’s, where it was resting on her forearm. She flexed her fingers, moving to release her grip on the dark fabric, but Rhaenyra intertwined their fingers and held them fast.
“You’re confined already. You are already accustomed to such a thing. I know you. But—”
“But you forget yourself. You think you’re invulnerable, Rhaenyra. You don’t know who you are.” Alicent intends for it to be a sneer, but instead it comes out quietly, and too gentle for disdain. She can’t know. Rhaenyra is as trapped as she is, but they’re trapped together. They belong together. She belongs with Alicent.
“I am Rhaenyra Targaryen, Heir to the Iron Throne and all of Westeros. I am a dragonrider. I am—I am your daughter. In a way. Your sister, too. Your enemy. Your sword, your shield.”
“And what am I?” What else is left for me? Alicent wonders.
“My Queen. For now.” Rhaenyra cocks her head, and the gleam in her eyes burns like fire raining down. “When I am Queen, you will be my lady.”
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lilbitofmac · 6 months
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boyfriends boyfriends boyfriends
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homuku · 1 month
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hello all i have watched a certain movie 2 years after it got popular
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pretend this spread is finished and doesnt look like shit in some places
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noctilia · 1 year
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deerspherestudios · 5 months
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sorry, I can’t draw :_)
I got an idea, what would happen if Mychael and MC swapped places? And that's what came out of it...
I use a translator, so there may be mistakes. Thanks for your work! 🩷
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soooooo. shes addicting
concept credit still goes to @pisoprano @blur0se and @asukiess, i just yap onto a page
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jestroer · 11 months
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Hello!!! IM BACK!!!
Here is a rancher duo dancin’ for today’s warm up!!!
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medicalunprofessional · 7 months
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meat? in our circus?
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chknbzkt · 11 months
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My god it’s finally done 💀 WOOOO
Damn I missed the whole month but I still got something for Mermay and beyond! Eclipse’s updated design (I may decide to tweak it a tad further but I had to get across how Not Normal this Mer is compared to the other abyssal horror of the Down Below)
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It’s a mix between an oarfish, gulper eel, viperfish, someee barracuda and god knows what else, Eclipse’s existence is unnatural and Wrong even considering the origins of Mer in general throughout history.
Let’s just say Willy Old Boy had a hand in things, by accident mind, but a happy accident in his case. And even long after the world has exploded, Eclipse’s involvement in tragic goings on years past is about to resurface in ways it really rather wouldn’t.
Poor guy has a real storm coming 🐰
On the end, we have a WIP of one of Monty’s first encounters with The Siren that Screams for the Storm. Fast spreading rumors about a behemoth of a monster migrating in the direction of Monty’s shanty town (the location of someone he treasures who can’t simply leave) saw Monty saddling up with Moon in tow to try and find it and stop it, or at least change its direction.
They had no idea what the hell they were getting into how do you even begin to fight this 😭
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meaty-ocre · 11 months
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frankenstein girls seem strangely... judgmental. and kinda serve cunt.
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