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harrylights · 6 months

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thanks y’all for bein such sweethearts and indulging me i feel a lot better thanks to u <333

#the way y’all mean the world to me fr #i would genuinely fight anyone for any of u #with a sword ok #not fucking around

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strawberrycircuits · 7 months

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chosen one not as in the one the prophecy foretold but as in lamb to the slaughter. as in the only person both brave and foolish enough to do it. chosen one as in sculpted, molded to be the perfect sacrifice to something expertly, divinely crafted to annihilate you wholly and surely. chosen one as in taken away. chosen one as in death sentence. chosen one as in goodbye

ALL TERFS DIE IMMEDIATELY. THIS POST WAS MADE BY A TRANNY. DO NOT TAG THIS AS "HARRY POTTER" I WILL BLOCK YOU.

#'hey roz is this abou'You Know Damn Well What This Post Is About #ok this post bload up. this was about link the legend of zelda btw #go play skyward sword

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friedri-ce · 2 months

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thought it'd be really cool if gabriel turned into a fallen angel...

#heavily inspired by demons in hell #well. reasonable #i was looking at the demons and thinking #oohhh wow thats a lotta blood and flesh here.. oh ok sorry gabe im tearing your skin off (affectionately)#im unsure about the swords' names tho #perhaps you have your own assumptions of naming dark versions of splendor and justice #OH AND he has maurices on his pauldrons #ultrakill #gabriel ultrakill #blood tw #??? maybe

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stickyhugz · 2 months

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Red Bayard

#vld fanart #klance #voltron #voltron fanart #voltron legendary defender #it’s ok to trace ugly swords! they are ugly #keith kogane #lance mcclain

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the-phantom-peach · 2 months

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Happy Valentine’s Day folks 💌

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spaceistheplaceart · 11 months

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when the sparring becomes homoerotic! 😳

#i have a fic for this scenario but im still working on it. lmk in tags if u wanna see the fic!#sidlink #prince sidon #king sidon #totk #botw #tears of the kingdom #breath of the wild #op art #sidon x link #can you tell i love homoerotic fight scenes like when they tilt the chin up with the sword? no? ok

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crypticpatterns · 3 months

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me: adolin is the most normal character in the stormlight archive. he's like the only main character who hasn't done something completely unforgivable. he's the only sane person here

adolin, covered in sadeas' blood and talking to his sword:

#look it's fine sadeas deserved it and his sword is a person ok adolin is FINE #adolin kholin #cosmere #stormlight archive

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jaypentaghast · 7 months

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we're getting the new Jim outfit on thursday and i may not survive

#the way that neckline opens sideways #please tell my mom i love her #they have a cool sword ok?? i would commit atrocities for them #ofmd #our flag means death #ofmd s2 spoilers #our flag means death s2 spoilers #vico ortiz #jim jimenez #mine

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amygdalae · 1 year

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ENOUGH with the sword grandma

#the only sword grandma i want to see on my dash is my mutuals oc. ok #i mean the more sword grandmas the better i just dont want them to be teying to sell me something #(im talking abt the tumblr ad)

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general-cyno · 7 months

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When you met me tied up on that cross, what did I say? [...] Oh, that you made a promise to someone a long time ago to be the world's greatest swordsman.

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2-eeillustration · 3 months

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Studied some sword stances today just to see this idea in motion ⚔️💦

#Earthspark #Transformers #Return_0 #Megatron #cyberpunk #cyborg #claymore #ok gotta work on comms now #I can't stop thinking about this sword i had to get the visual outta my head

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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.”