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#hotd#house of the dragon#asoiaf#a song of ice and fire#weir musing#ig#aegon ii targaryen#aemond targaryen#alicent hightower#rhaenyra targaryen#daemon targaryen#rhaenys targaryen#corlys velaryon
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It was dark winters night . Drake sat up in his mansion thinking of misako . He sighed looking at their high-school pictures. He wished he never cheated. He wipes tears away looking at her old house
Even past that old house, it seems like the home was still up. Even after the harsh argument; it still remains there. Standing tall after the years where Misako was living there before she moved. Her parents were still there but they would still be talkative with the neighbors.
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It's 18F outside and I'm having ice cream. This is the Massachusetts way.
#you'd also do this if you had the best ice cream this side of the Atlantic#macks musings#Macksachusetts#Massachusetts
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@princesslizzyfnafton continued from here
Moon watches her wake up, and tries to stop her from sitting up but was just a bit too late. He gives a little frown at her new injury, scanning her just to check and make sure that nothing else was wrong and to match her to a guest profile. "You can't sleep here because the Pizzaplex has been closed for hours... You do not have a guest profile that I can find. Might I get your name?"
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// he's just having a moment, he's fiiiiine
#danny phantom#danny phantom art#danny phantom fanart#danny phantom phanart#danny fenton#mun's doodles ;;#muse ;;#fenton ;;#ic/ooc ;;#mun/muse ;;#{ big MOOD }#panic ;;
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I love Vulcans we need to get more into the emotional lives of Vulcans without imposing Human standards onto them. "The way you feel is wrong/repressive because it's not the way it's "supposed" to be from my perspective as an alien called Human" is boring to me especially when it's treated as correct. I wanna know how the aliens feel about their alien way of life. Vulcans are so interesting to me when written AS aliens and not as analogous to repressed Humans. I think about Tuvok's description of attachment to his family and how that isn't the emotion 'love' but something else, something that he feels no shame about having and sees as normal, as naturally Vulcan and I love it and I love it because there aren't any Humans there to go "Um actually checkmate you Vulcan s.o.b - that's emotion!" and he isn't being influenced by anything. These are his authentic thoughts. He sees his children, his family, as part of him. They were at times illogical, incomprehensible, and it was extremely rewarding to be in their lives. He thinks about them every day. They were well behaved. As teens they were contemptuous of authority and convinced of their own superiority. His youngest son loved one 200 verse story so he sang it to him. He'd rather die than betray his wife even in spirit. He's incomplete without them. It's obvious through Tuvok that Vulcan life is not inherently devoid of pleasure, comfort, or love and thus Human life (I think) should not be portrayed as inherently having something greater, deeper, more meaningful. I'm not talking here of society but of...emotional life. Interiority. There's this sense that all Vulcans are the same and miserable for it. That they hold themselves back and are indistinguishable and antagonistic to the self, repressed and wrong. That to be Vulcan is to suffer endlessly and Humans are all about Freedom Man and I don't know, I like that Tuvok's existence sort of challenges this as much as I acknowledge that Vulcan society is in fact repressive and unwelcoming to those who don't fit neatly into it. I'm not saying Vulcan society is a utopia, I'm questioning the perception of Vulcan emotional control - that way of life - as being inherently bad, devoid, or lacking. That Vulcans walk around with 'empty cups' and are only deluding themselves that to be that way is good. If only, Humanity moans, they could taste how delicious life could be! Tuvok is an average Vulcan. He does not struggle with emotion, he is not mixed species, he was not raised atypically, and yet he has a family he cares about and a wife he's loyal to and friends he values and none of these things seem to be Un-Vulcan to him. If Vulcan life was truly devoid of love and care, Tuvok wouldn't think of his family. They're not here, so why bother? When his pon farr came, he'd be trying to find the most compatible mate rather than risking his life by trying to meditate through it out of loyalty to T'Pel. T'Pel would also have just given Tuvok up for dead instead of waiting and his children wouldn't have traveled all the way to the most holy temple on the planet to say prayers for his safe return. I think these things are interesting and I wish they'd been explored more. The fact that caring about your family, caring about your friends, is not Un-Vulcan. The fact that Tuvok at no point longs for Humanity, sees nothing better or of interest to him in it. (Even in his teenage rebellion he only says he's sorry he was born Vulcan which reads less as Vulcan v Human and more like 'I hate this goddamn family' ykwim?). I want to know more about how Vulcans interact with each other, how they care for one another, what it means and what it's like to be Vulcan in more of an everyday way rather than what it means to be Vulcan vs Human.
#Vulcan emotional control WOULD be bad for Humans. But they're aliens. So.#I wrote this off the cuff v_v sorry if it just rambles in circles#I just don't like when Vulcans are written to be 'like us but missing out on something beautiful'#I think of people who don't live anything close to my life's experience. Are they lacking in something? Are they not living a 'full' life?#I'm not neurotypical - am I missing something essential to living a 'real' life because of that?#some people don't experience empathy - are they lesser because of it? No#I love my fellow man I guess. I think maybe in the far far future I'd hope that being just like me [human = neurotypical white american]#isn't a prerequisite for friendship and love and maybe we can just have harmless and beautiful differences#I wonder what's so good - INHERENTLY good about having emotion. What does it mean to be good? What does it mean to live 'fully'? As a Human#As an Alien? What does it means to have a life? Be alive? What's love and why is it important? What do these concepts mean to an Alien?#In Star Trek Voyager Ayala's son and Tuvok's son both pray for their father to come back home - is the Vulcan prayer lesser?#All this to say that I /AM/ going to make my own no-emotions aliens to put in star filled oyster - you just know I'm going to do that#there was no other option for me it was written in stone from oyestar's conception and I hope you'll all read the story#I eventually write with them even though you'll no doubt raise your brow and look me in the eye and go 'oh big surprise the Vulcan guy wrot#this. Oh hey look everyone the autistic Vulcan guy is musing about emotions what a surprise' and I'll be tugging at my shirt collar#like a cartoon character and gulping comedically and sweating bullets#Literally as I wrote that last sentence I realized I'm dissociating I'm going to go eat ice
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"National boyfriend week,huh? So....who's my boyfriend?"
#⛤⛥⛥#; mayleene speaks ;#{{ scopophobia }}#✝️ ic musings. ✝️#& dash commentary /#|| ic posting ||#{{ open starter; }}
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X @lon3lyqu3en
"Oh and what might that be?" Now she had gotten his attention, turning to face her with a raised eyebrow.
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“I am Sansa Stark of Winterfell. This is my home, and you can't frighten me.”
kaitlin's 100 favorite female muses — 48/100: Sansa Stark
#character challenge#character aesthetics#moodboard#character moodboard#character aesthetic#kaitlin's 100 favorite female muses#got#asoiaf#a song of ice and fire#asoiaf fanart#asoiaf art#game of thrones#sansa stark#winterfell#house stark#sophie turner#Sophie Jonas#sansa stark fanart#sansa stark edit#sansa stark aesthetic#game of thrones fan art#game of thrones aesthetic#sansa stark moodboard#sansa stark aesthetic board#asoiaf moodboard#asoiaf aesthetic#aesthetics#aesthetic#winter is coming#got aesthetic
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@not-someones-shadow
Huh. That's strange. There was a stranger by a tree near their house. Glamouring up was definitely a right call, if their key companion nagging at them didn't already.
Gently going outside, a very human woman stepped out with a awkward but likely harmless person behind her.
"Hey there! Admiring the ocean view I see?"
The house was nearly against the beach. Maybe a few minutes walk but one could still smell the salt of the water.
"You're welcome to stay if you like, stranger. Just wanted to check in on you."
The other person that seemed nearly glued to the woman's hip was glaring at the intruder. Like they know something she doesn't.
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Bear with it ||Open
Halsin ambled through the woods in his bear form. He had needed a break from the city even though he knew there was still much work to be done. The lack of nature and the confinement of the place were wearing on him however so he thought it best to give himself a little time and space to recenter himself.
And so, he was giving himself a single night to wander the woods outside the city. It was surprisingly peaceful given that the Absolute's army was on the way. Or at least it was until he heard someone or something moving nearby.
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Huh, its no wonder he liked this view so much. Outside the view of this height, inns had always been a perfect spot to prey on. And with Lantern Rite came plenty more sleeping folks from all over, not just Liyueans.
For now, he's had much to devour already, so he can wait for another night.
#me at those who liked uwu#ic#Muse: ???#my man is on the disguise ehe#open post#got some Lantern Rite opens too
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Corrupting Influence (Closed RP)
@tokufan400
Battered and her body suit torn which left most of her skin exposed. Shiranui Mizuki was now a prisoner. She had underestimated this general of the Demon King, this chimera that called herself Sylvia. Tugging the ropes that held her arms and legs together, it was admittedly well made to keep her restrained like this. The sounds of footsteps in high heels could be heard in the distance and grew steadily closer until she saw her captor standing before her.
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winter with lip…. he’s so annoying he’s definitely the type to come inside from the cold and immediately jump you because ‘you’re so warm baby jus’ lemme—’ proceeds to press his cold nose against your neck, cold hands against your tummy and promptly keeps you captive
this is adorable!! mature 18+. suggestive content, fluff!
you're minding your own damn business in your dorm, getting ready for bed and listening to some christmas music, when your door opens. lip stands there clad in a fleece jacket, hat, and gloves. a lopsided grin is on his mouth when he steps forward, burying his ice-cold nose in your neck.
you yelp in surprise and try to push him off, no real force behind the action. "c'mon, 'm so cold," he mumbles, fingers brushing your waist. "y'r so warm baby, jus' lemme—" he curls his hands under the band of your sweats, resting over the curve of your ass. "there we go, tha's better."
you sigh, giving in and bringing a hand up to his curls. you pull gently until he looks up at you, his face all red from the cold. you brush a finger over the bridge of his pink nose before kissing the tip of it. "i know another way we could warm you up," you whisper with a smirk.
lip gets your drift immediately, using the leverage of his hand placement to lift you up onto your bed.
#lip gallagher x reader#lip gallagher x you#lip gallagher fluff#lip gallagher imagine#maggie's musings [blurbs]#letters [asks]#secret admirers [anon]#sugar ice and everything nice [winter works]
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Heismay knew that, according to Reyna, there were many strange worlds out there. Sometimes he would come across places and things familiar yet different. Take the people here for instance. Some of the people resembled Eldea, Roussainte, Paripus, and even Clemar people. Yet they weren't quite the same still.
One other note was there was dragons here as well, yet they seemed to be sentient creatures, not raw forces of magic and power. So now, he is witnessing such a group of beasts attacking a village. He knows not why this is happening, but he will not let these innocents suffer. He sees another man, one that has dark skin and pointed ears, fighting them as well, so he joins the fray.
He draws his katana, and cuts into one of the dragons' wings. Far more flimsy in this world, they seem.
"You dare endanger these people?! I shall not stand by and allow this!" He calls out, his deep voice surprising for one so small.
It always seemed to be near Camp Dragonhead where the forces of Nidhogg attacked. Of course that was to be expected given that it was one of the defenses for the city of Ishgard. It was here that Zossaux found himself once more facing off against a hoard of dragons ordered by Nidhogg himself. The duskwight focused upon the task at hand, his glaives flying about the battle field as they cut into the hides of the dragons surrounding him. He was dancing through the attacks, using the steps to turn them into the attacks against the enemies. His dancing movements becoming empowered until he unleashed it all against his foes.
Zossaux's dancing attacks paused when he hears such a strange and deep voice coming from nearby. He turns towards the source of the voice and stops in surprise at the sight of what he sees. A small bat like being holding a katana... Facing off against the dragons behind him. "Ah... What...?" Was this a new beast tribe member? Wait, now wasn't the time for him to try and figure this out. The duskwight shakes off the strangeness of the stranger, continuing to dance his attacks at the dragons until finally they are all either dead or retreated back to where they make nest. With the threat of dragons gone the Elezen turns his full attention to the new bat-like being before speaking up, "thank you for your aide, but pardon if this sounds rude but, what matter of beast tribe do you hail from? Surely you are not from around these parts."
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@foolish-space-owl
It wasn't fair...it wasn't fucking fair. Things were going so well recently. He was getting closer to Stolas, his business was actually doing good, he could afford nice things, and his magic was getting strong. For fucking once, everything was going right. So...why?
"As you can see, your majesty." An annoyingly arrogant voice preaches from one side of a courtroom. "Our little imp is guilty of grave injustices. As such, I see no reason to prolong this any further." He continues.
It was such bullshit. This Elsa rip off dragged him here to get him guilty of shit that nobody else cared about. Didn't get Stolas involved, tried to accuse his whole agency. The only silver lining was that he managed to get them off on Satan's whole 'Imps are a slave race' chargin. But, he's got nobody else to defend him...this is it, isn't it? For all his new power...he can't do anything about this.
"Stolas...I'm sorry..." He whispers quietly as he tries not to cry.
#ic#rp#blitzo: silent o assassin imp#foolish space owl: prince with a heart stolas#temp muse: arrogant ajudicator andrealphus
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