#Alice Eis

[thefugitivesaint]

Margaret Iannelli (1893-1967), 'The Dance of the Temptress: Alice Eis & Bert French', February 1915 Source

[weirdlookindog]

Alice Eis in The Vampire (1913)

[terrorofthetrident]

we really got alicent, aegon, and helaena looking pretty while crying with tear tracks on their faces in season one..aemond WHEN

[cryscendo]

Fic: Amantium irae: a quarrel of lovers

“If you want to be loved, love.”

Read Amantium irae, or “the royalty au”, on ao3!

HQ Version of Cover Art

Summary: Kurt never had his sights on being king, but it was always something of an inevitability. He would one day become king of Merula, and that day was approaching faster than he liked to admit. In that, his father insists on him taking a personal knight — something that he had always protested.

When his knight, Blaine Anderson, enters his life, he finds that things become much more conflicting than they once were. The prince finds himself having to navigate being a ruler and letting someone in that he never imagined that he would want around.

Art: Alice / @warblercore @mistyintherivers

Rating: E (for later chapters)

close ups of the cover art under the cut!

[formulapookie]

❤️☀️

Under the cut to read on Tumblr, here to read on Ao3

Careless whisper pecco/vale, 3.1k words

Pecco comes back home when it’s already ten in the evening.

He stayed at the track for hours overtime to analyze what happened with the bike and how he lost it in the corner, basically trashing a possible championship lead because he got it wrong.

Some mechanics told him he shouldn’t hold it so much against himself, but how can he not?  He crashed on home soil, in Misano, after not even being able to win it two weeks prior at the first appointment at that track.

He immediately puts on the race, watching every single moment with great attention.

Once his crash comes he puts on a replay. For an unholy amount of times. Looks and tries to understand how the fuck he could be so stupid to crash like that.

He sees himself sliding on track and on the gavel, a mess of red in the light gray of the side track.

“Stupid idiot”

It’s all he can tell himself. It’s all he thinks really.

“Fucking failure what the fuck is this”

He keeps on watching his figure falling from the bike and losing points in the championship, keeps on insulting himself for how he crashed, for what it means for the championship and for his future in Ducati.

At ten past midnight, when he’s watched himself fall long enough to have it tattooed in his brain, someone knocks at his door.

He knows who’s knocking, and he knows that’s the only reason he can’t ignore him.

He gets up from the cold floor he’s sat on, leaving the remote on the couch and goes to open the front door.

“Hi Vale” “Hi Pecco, care if I come in?”

Vale has - he’s got food with him, food Pecco can’t bring himself to deem worthy of, but lets him in anyway.

He can’t say no to Vale.

“Have you eaten anything yet?”

It’s a dumb question, Vale knows Pecco hasn’t, when he loses, or crashes God forbid, he’s capable of starving himself for two whole days if someone doesn’t force him to eat something.

“No”

“Allora I brought a few things for you” “Not hungry” “Yeah your bullshit doesn’t get to me Pecco, you’re fucking starving, and I can see the race playing on your TV so come eat something”

Pecco looks to the ground, then up to Vale

“I don’t think I-” “Don’t wanna hear it, sit down and eat”

He complies, it’s really difficult for Pecco to keep his ground against him, and once he’s seated Vale starts heating up the food he probably prepared while in Monza for his own race.

“How many times?”

He doesn’t need to specify, Pecco knows he’s asking how many times he’s watched himself fall trying to find out what he did wrong.

"Thirty one”

Vale huffs, taking the food out the microwave and placing it in front of a barely-acknowledging Pecco.

“It’s not healthy. To watch that many times yourself crashing, it gets to your head in ways it shouldn’t” “I have to understand-” “Eat, before we talk you have to eat”

The younger reluctantly starts feeding himself small bites of pasta, trying to keep the food down and not listen to his head telling him to throw it all up.

Once he’s finished Vale takes his plate and puts it in the dishwasher, then walks Pecco to the bedroom.

They should talk, he’s right, but Pecco denies himself of everything when he gets like this, and Vale himself knows how much of a help releasing stress and sadness after a crash can help

He’s done it more than once himself for God’s sake.

That’s why he’s always so slow after Pecco doesn’t perform like he’d want to, and even when he wins, sometimes he over criticizes himself so much Vale has to treat him as if he just lost.

He takes off the younger’s shirt once he gets him to bed, slowly leaving tender kisses on his neck and chest, then going back up and sharing a proper kiss with him, while his own shirt comes off.

“Vale I don’t deserve this you don’t have to-” “Would you stop punishing yourself like this? You watched it thirty one times Pecco, I think it’s enough torture for a long while, I’m gonna give you exactly what you need right now, not what you think you deserve”

Pecco is on the verge of crying, or closing himself up like an armadillo and letting everything in the outside world become far and muffled.

“Let me take care of you ok?” “Ok”

It’s reluctant not because Pecco doesn’t enjoy sex with Vale, he fucking loves it, but because he doesn’t think he’s deserving of it whenever he doesn’t get first place.

And Vale knows, and knows Pecco needs to get some weight off his shoulders, and nothing frees your mind more than sex he found out.

He gets back to kiss him, hands rapidly moving to unzip his pants, having Pecco lift his hips to make it easier for Vale to just take them off.

Vale makes quick work of taking his jeans off as well, then lays Pecco on the bed, starting to kiss at his chest and belly, slowly getting closer to his dick.

His hands are placed beside Pecco’s hips for stability, while the younger’s are one over his eyes and the other buried in Vale’s hair.

The crash is still playing in his head on loop, and Vale knows, knows Pecco thinks he’s disappointed everyone, his family first, him second.

Pecco has this huge fear of disappointing people and not living up to their expectations. And Vale tries to make him understand people would be proud even if he lost the championship, but he can’t get it through his head.

He lifts himself from Pecco’s skin and looks at him, removing the hand covering his eyes and tangling their fingers together.

“Get out of your head and get back to me”

Pecco nods, and accepts Vale’s lips on his with a bit more need than before. One of Vale’s hands sneaks past the waistband of his boxers and curls itself around Pecco’s dick, who’s half hard already, and leaking some precum too.

Pecco moans in the kiss, Vale’s hand is burning hot against his skin, and still feels so forbidden at times, even if it’s been more than one year now, since him and Vale began this complicated relationship between them. 

“Vale”

His voice is soft, but still somehow unsure, like he can’t bring himself to give up control fully, as if he can’t bring himself to let go.

Vale gets rid of the boy’s boxers, yanking them off as if they weren’t even there, and lets go of the hold on his hand.

Instead, he parts Pecco’s legs open, grabbing the lube from the nightstand near the bed, and warming it up quickly in his hands, before slowly pushing in the first finger.

Pecco grips at the sheets, a moan escaping his lips and getting quickly swallowed by Vale, who kisses him roughly, barely letting him breathe.

He pushes a second finger in and Pecco begins to shift towards that mind realm where he’s liquid between Vale’s fingers, where he lets everything morph into pleasure and actually enjoy it instead of overanalyzing every movement the older makes.

Vale keeps being slow, and one may think this is just more torture to Pecco, but it actually is the only way he can keep his thoughts at bay an let himself feel everything.

“Been a while eh? If I did this more often maybe you’d be more relaxed Pecchino yeah?” “Just - just please keep doing this” “Of course”

Vale bites at his Adam’s apple and a shot of pure arousal makes its way up to his brain, leaving him just able to moan out Vale’s name once more.

Pecco’s hand shifts from the sheets he’s gripping to Vale’s bicep, looking for anything that tells him this is here, actually happening, he does it everytime.

“Gonna add a third and then I’m fucking you ok?” “Yes it’s ok yes”

Vale smiles, and still slowly but more resolutely this time pushes  third finger in, scissoring his hole and feeling just how much Pecco needs this. From there it’s not long until he finds his prostate and starts brushing and teasing it, having Pecco make those sweet little whimpers that always get to Vale’s head.

The older kisses him again before breaking away completely to watch how well Pecco is taking him, his own cock is hard at the sight and honestly how could it not? Pecco looks like a vision, all blushy and unfocused, gripping at his arm trying to hold himself onto reality, onto Vale.

Vale removes his finger all together and Pecco reluctantly lets his hold on his arm go, leaving him free of completely undressing himself, and tossing his boxers just on the edge of the bed.

Vale aligns himself with Pecco’s hole and pushes in, he stretched him well, but still he always remains a bit tight around him, and it makes Vale go absolutely crazy for it.

“Fuck Vale deeper”

It’s not often Pecco asks for these things, so Vale is glad he’s doing it right now. He complies immediately, burying himself as deep as he possibly can, letting out a deep breath once he’s completely inside of him.

“Gonna move ok” “Yes yes it’s ok” “Good boy”

And it gets Pecco blushing, not just on his cheeks but all over his chest as well, especially when Vale grabs his thighs and spreads them wider, just to fit more comfortably in between them.

The first thrust is already so good Pecco has to restrain himself from moaning louder than before, but his self control is very short-lived because after a few more he’s letting himself go, sounds of pleasure timed with Vale’s thrusts and the sound of skin slapping.

Vale is holding on his thighs and Pecco is pretty sure that by the strength he’s using they’re gonna be bruised tomorrow. Good.

Vale leans down for yet another kiss, and Pecco welcomes him greedily, wrapping his legs around his waist and forcing them closer. Hands now are everywhere, both his and Vale’s running around on their bodies, their hair.

“Need more Vale I need more”

Of course he does, and the older knows, but he always waits for Pecco to ask, to get out of his shell, to let himself be that kind of vulnerable the boy only lets Vale see. Pecco’s legs are strong, and undeniably so, if Vale wants to free himself from their hold he’s not sure he could right now, not with the need he feels running through Pecco’s veins.

The only thing he can do is pick up the pace, trying to be more precise with his thrusts, look for the prostate and once he finds it just keep on hitting it, driving the boy insane.

Pecco is already close, but Vale knows perfectly well that just one orgasm isn’t going to be enough for him, he’s still too self critical after just one. And Vale surely is not going to refuse Pecco a second release.

“Don’t hold yourself back Pecco, let go, I’ll make sure you come as many times as you need” “Gonna - now” “I know baby I can feel it, come on let go”

And Pecco does just that, lets go of his brain like it’s a balloon in the wind and comes, painting his own abs white and moaning Vale’s name so loud the neighbors surely heard it. Vale keep going, fucking him through his high, and Pecco takes surprisingly little to start getting hard again.

“You’re so beautiful Pecco you know that? So so beautiful and it’s all for me” “Please don’t stop” “Not planning on doing it tesoro don’t worry”

Vale is really fucking good at this, not just with words, but with everything. Pecco feels surrounded by Vale in every aspect right now, despite Vale being slimmer than him he feels like the older man could easily overwhelm him and keep him pinned down on the mattress for hours even.

Which. Happened one time. When he won in Barcelona after crashing in the sprint, Vale had went to him as soon as he could, and he had basically worshiped him and his body for hours, fucking him, kissing him, working him open with his fingers and his tongue and leaving Pecco a babbling and incoherent mess, one hand always holding him down, as Pecco came more times than he can remember.

The memory gets him fully hard again, and Vale starts teasing him more, leaving deep and dark bruises all over his neck. He knows people will notice, ask about them, since he's allegedly single since he broke up with his ex around a year ago.

“Vale no marks they - they’ll ask” “Let them ask, who cares? I’m leaving these for you not them”

And Pecco loses it, he’s almost coming once again, Vale doing this just for him it’s somewhere between sweet, possessive, arousing and just straight up hot.Vale is not doing much better right now, after Pecco comes he’s always so tight around him, it’s overwhelming almost, he knows he’s not gonna last much longer, but luckily Pecco isn’t going to either, not with the way he’s touching the younger.

He gets harsher with it, moving his hands so they’re holding Pecco’s hips down on the mattres, and fucking into him with more force than before, making him moan and whine under him. Pecco gets a hand around his dick and starts stroking himself quick and dirty under Vale’s gaze, the other hand on the bed, fingers holding the sheets tight, knuckles almost going white.

“valevalevale”

It’s the only thing he manages to say before coming again, harder this time, little moans still escaping his chest as Vale keeps fucking him, then once Vale pulls out and comes on his abs as well he’s gone.

Pecco wakes up half an hour later, cleaned up dressed with a pair of boxers and a shirt that’s most definitely not his, as Vale is bringing him water and a little something to eat.

“Thanks” “No need to thank me Pecchino”

Vale sits beside him, he still smells like sex, Pecco smells like sex and Vale.

“Do we really need to talk?” “Yes Pecco we do. This can be good for you, to relax, but you still get right back to criticizing yourself as soon as we finish, everytime it’s like that” “I’m sorry I ruin the moment” “You don’t ruin shit Pecco, you just need someone to talk to, someone who gets how you feel”

Pecco wouldn’t want to doubt Vale’s words but it’s difficult not to. When he feels like today, when he feels like he’s disappointed everyone how can he not doubt?

“Listen, I crashed too, many times, but that doesn’t make me any less worth of what I achieved” “Yeah, but you are you” “And you are you too, if you sucked as much as you think you do you wouldn’t be champion no?”

Pecco scoffs, curling himself beside Vale. With him, after sex, is the only time Pecco actually lets down more barriers and cries. He finds it shaming, something to hide, something he can only trust Vale with.

“i don’t deserve my championships Vale, not like you do” “What the fuck are you saying now Pecco come on” “The truth. In moto2 it was luck, in 2022 I only won cause Fabio’s bike was shit, last year it was because Jorge fell” “No Pecco that’s no -” “This year I keep falling, I keep doing shit, I keep losing control of everything and I can’t hope forever that Jorge will be as stupid or talentless as me and crash it out more often than I do”

There’s silence, for a moment, a still second in which the flight of a mosquito could alter this whole equilibrium that’s set between the two. Then Vale replies.

“You aren’t talentless Pecco, whoever thinks that is an idiot, if you think that yourself then you’re an idiot as well. Can you get better? Yes you can, but that doesn’t mean you aren’t great now too, you do deserve your championships, every single one, and listen to me carefully now”

Vale grabs Pecco’s head in between his hands, turning him towards his face.

“You. didn’t. disappoint. anyone” “But I fell and-” “And so what? Championship’s over because you crashed? Two years ago you were 91 points behind Fabio. And you won because you got them all back. Martin is fast, yes, but you can be faster. You have to stop being so hard on yourself and actually understand how good you are. Fueling yourself with thoughts of ‘If I lose I’m a failure’, which I know you do, doesn’t work, it only gets you rigid and cold and self critical, which then reflects on every second you spend on that goddamn bike” “How can you not be disappointed in me” “Because you never give up Pecco, and that’s something I really admire in people” “But if I keep crashing like that next year Marc’s gonna kill me” “You crash because you’re scared of what the people you care about will think if you don’t win. You get distracted, and you crash. Sometimes you gotta think about the race, the points, not just go and look for the first place like a madman. I learnt it late maybe, I was like that too I’ll admit it, but now I see things a little differently than before”

Pecco doesn’t answer this time, he just snuggles more into Vale’s hold. He feels at ease there, protected, shielded by his own mind.

He’s not convinced of what Vale said, he probably will never be, but he can hear it in his tone Vale is sincere when he says he’s not disappointed in him for crashing.

Vale’s hug is warm against his skin, a relaxing kind of warmth, and Pecco gets lost in it. Vale knows Pecco is not convinced as well, but that’s all he can do for now, try and try and try to get him to understand his worth.

He can’t have Pecco hate himself like that, it would destroy both of them. Pecco firstly because he’d doubt too much of himself, Vale second because he’d see someone he deeply cares about get hurt. Someone he loves, even.

And he can’t have that. So he’ll settle for this, whatever this may be, to have Pecco learn to love himself a bit more each day they spend close, criticize himself yes, but productively, constructively, not in the demolishing way he’s doing right now.

Pecco falls asleep in his arms, and Vale stays. He stays. With Pecco he always does. He already got this thing wrong once, he won’t get it wrong with him.

[daemon-is-perfectly-unhinged]

Jon: I wasn't armed!

Alicent: Except with a rock.

Aemond: I still have the scar!

Jon: Which healed!

[bloodsbane]

I mentioned a while ago that I make a lot of pokemon characters and love designing them. I thought it'd be fun to actually share some of those here with y'all.

In particular, all of THESE GUYS are revivals/redesigns of VERY old characters, originally created for a group on deviantart, PMD-e, which I was incredibly into during high school. If you've followed me for long enough, you may recognize more than a few of them!

[stupid-coon]

Helaena this season

[misstressviole]

What is the purpose of aging Ali down if not for this scene

[aeroblossom]

i know we're one archon off just enough to make the eight gym leaders in a pokemon au, but consider another approach: the archons as champions ft. some story ideas, i put a concerning amount of thought into this --

mondstadt champion venti (flying • fairy) is fought in secret, since no one can guess he's the champion. the mondstadt elite four are eula (ice • dark), klee (fire • fairy), jean (flying • grass) and finally diluc (fire • flying). venti is friends with celebi - as is nahida - and istaroth manifests as dialga. albedo is kind of like the professor for mondstadt, sucrose gives you your pokedex :] durin is yveltal. dvalin is rayquaza. no one knows about it, but kaeya is friends with articuno.

rhinedottir explores the abyss which is basically the genshin equivalent of the distortion world headed by giratina, aided by her signature hydreigon. dragonspine is our mt silver lol. alice has a delphox (klee has a fennekin) and mismagius. barbeloth, of the hexenzirkel, has a xatu. albedo has a garchomp. for some reason, i picture nicole with hatterene. mona has a cosmog!

zhongli is similar (rock • dragon). the order is hu tao (fire • ghost), yelan (water • dark), ganyu (ice • fairy) and finally xiao (flying • dark). childe boss, but he has like three typings - (water • dark)/(electric • dark)/(electric • water). he has a wailord and probably attempts to fight kyogre with his bare hands in fontaine. oh and his foul legacy is from palkia. the adepti are like pokemon rangers btw! and guizhong, after her death, appears also as a cosmog maybe? xiao has an absol, ganyu has suicune, hu tao has trevenant and spiritomb. azhdaha is groudon guys i'm sorry. ningguang is our professor archetype for liyue, and the pokedex is delivered by keqing on the orders of ningguang.

inazuma has two champions - one as the raiden shogun puppet (electric • steel), and one as ei herself (electric • fighting). ayaka (ice • steel), then kazuha (flying • steel) - but he gets exiled, and is replaced by ayato (water • steel). followed by kokomi (water • dragon), and finally yae miko (electric • fairy). yae miko has ninetales and zoroark, kokomi has milotic and nihilego! yes i know that's an ultra beast shhh. professor trope is yae miko, and you have to smuggle your confiscated pokedex with yoimiya and sayu's help.

sumeru champion nahida (grass • psychic), who is heeded by wanderer (flying • dark) as her deputy. wanderer is like n from pkmnbw, you fight him instead of the champion, the pseudo-champion. btw his signature would be a mega evolving banette. the first elite four member is dehya (fighting • fire), followed by cyno (electric • dark), then nilou (water • grass) who was recently appointed! and finally alhaitham (grass • flying). nilou's position used to be tighnari's (grass • poison) but since he left the akademiya, nilou took it. dehya has a female pyroar, nilou has lilligant. nahida and venti are familiars to celebi and the two formes of shaymin! rukkhadevata manifests as xerneas. apep is zygarde lol. token professor looks to be tighnari, but is really just nahida, and collei gives it to you.

for fontaine, i imagine furina (water • fairy) as the champion who sacrifices her position - and her life - so there's no seat of champion left. she later adopts the (water • dark) typing. the fontaine elite four is fought in this order: navia (rock • dark), wriothesley (ice • fighting), clorinde (electric • steel), and finally neuvillette himself (water • dragon OBVIOUSLY). alternatively, neuvillette assumes champion position and his seat as last member of elite four is supplanted by arlecchino (fire • dark)! neuvillette has a dragonair and is a familiar to kyogre, furina has lapras and manaphy/phione, arlecchino has a houndoom. additionally, lyney (fire • dark), lynette (flying • dark) and freminet (ice • steel) fight for arlecchino. ooh but imagine if they get ahold of latios and latias somehow, and use those to fight you! their signatures are gardevoir (lyney) and gallade (lynette) other than a pair of meowstic, and freminet has an empoleon as well as an espurr. sigewinne has a signature azumarill, and she's the professor! the pokedex you were meant to receive falls in the water, so freminet fishes it out for you.

[saintvainglorious]

alicent's whole life has revolved around keeping her children alive, even and especially at the cost of their own happiness. everything she's ever done, everything she's ever sacrificed - her body, her freedom, her dignity - has been to that end. so her decision in the finale is a pretty stunning reversal.

if you're gonna make alicent suddenly overcome the sunk cost fallacy and decide that she's willing to sacrifice the kids she destroyed her life for to attain personal freedom at long last - an idea that I do actually find quite compelling!!! no one else on this show deserves to be monstrously selfish more than alicent!!! - you have GOT to build up to that shit more. getting fired from the small council cannot POSSIBLY be the thing that convinces alicent "i'm done w this shit i'm gonna sacrifice my sons and escape my ongoing self-destruction". one frolic in the woods CANNOT convince me she's ready to abandon it all. alicent's woodland adventures were not nearly cool enough to be the straw that breaks the camel's back.

this is not a character arc y'all. this is a "hey wouldn't it be cool if alicent and rhaenerya thematically switched places" coming up in the writer's room and then the writers tossing it in the last two episodes rather than working towards that endpoint throughout the entire season. It's not just a stretch, it's a slap in the face.

[weirdlookindog]

Alice Eis and Bert French in The Vampire (1913)

[gamercats-fight]

Alicent Hightower from House of the Dragon vs Lt. Riza Hawkeye from Fullmetal Alchemist. Vote for your fav!!

[oggirlboss]

do you ever think about how the people in the house of the dragon fandom that criticize alicent for her "eye for an eye" mentality are the same ones that cheer whenever they hear daemon say "a son for a son"?

[dreaminghelaena]

does anybody else see the vision or naw … they look so alike to me

[floorpancakes]