#But I feel sorry for him

[givemeasword-callmequeen]

I feel some sympathy for Aegon. Doesn't mean I support him.... But I feel sorry for him.

I feel sorry for the boy that run away when he learned that his father died.

I feel sorry for the boy that never wanted to be king & would have left the continent & everything behind.

I feel sorry for the boy who never feeled like he is enough.

I feel sorry for the boy who knew his own father never wanted him to be king.

I feel sorry for the boy who feels like nothing could please his mohher.

I feel sorry for the boy who lost his son in an terrible way.

I feel sorry for the boy who feels useless.

I feel sorry for the boy got burned by his own brother.

I feel sorry for the boy that lost his dragon.

I feel sorry for him.

[sangthael]

jimmy doesn’t practice knife safety

[bluegiragi]

blindspot (part 1)

early access + nsfw on patreon monster!AU masterpost

[nouverx]

Louise never heard about puppy love, cause they don't know that term in France 💔

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Lyrics are from Louise by TV Girl ! I was listening to it yesterday and that specific line on the second page screamed Alastor I just had to draw something about it

[anbaisai]

how it felt to wake up today

[150en]

Frogger? I barely know h- [mic cuts out]

[clarisse-doodles]

inspired by this post, in which Damian does not know what Vine is

[anna-scribbles]

inspired by recent events from my sister’s actual real life

[antivanlights]

The confirmation that Lucanis is demisexual (and a virgin) has opened my eyes further. When Lucanis flirts and leans in for the almost-kiss, he's not only panicking because of his concerns for growing close to someone while being possessed and working to stop the apocalypse... BUT HE IS ALSO panicking because if he's starting to feel that physical attraction, that's a major confirmation of his feelings. AND when we add that to his inexperience...

Majorly scary "oh fuck" moment. Too much is going on and he's reached a point where he can't really fool himself. I'd go stare blankly at the Fade-sky too.

[evercelle]

orv bookmark draws, pt. 3! chps 226, 254, 310 - [ part 1, part 2]

[liekadae]

Everyone be catchin strays

[inkskinned]

you know, you know. no gods, no masters, no kings on pedestals. everyone is fallible. death of the author. you know! you are balanced about your intake of media - you allow the wiggle room, the grace, the gratitude, the skepticism. nobody above criticism.

but still. a weird gut-punch feeling, something akin to betrayal. you read the article. surprise! an author you love is actually: a serial fucking predator.

well, shit. what now. no, you knew he was a person (all people are), but now you're wondering - what have i overlooked by accident? what messages have i internalized that are strange and cruel? and also, like, what the fuck?

his actions lay a thick glaze on top of everything. like each place is now ruined, opaque in a new way. but okay, fine, you've done this before. you knew better, right? you've been betrayed by many a cherished childhood author.

still, this stickiness. fuck. can you pick up that book again. will you read it to your children. you've recommended it to others - will you ever do that again? and of course, of course, no parasocial relationships. you were theoretically above this kind of sentiment. but the artist informs the art, right.

so it's not something as clear-cut as feeling he owed you, specifically (a stranger) better behavior - just that you kind of, in a distant and odd way... sort of trusted him to do better. it's not like a real trust or something speakable, just the faint hope that the product (good books) was a thin representation of the soul. now it feels like the product (good? books?) was a mask. in some small or insignificant way, your previous support of this person lent them power. your money and your time and your laughter.

and the thing is - you have this terrible, echoing sensation. how many times will this happen? over and over. you find out that the singer you love is actually a predator. you learn over drinks that your favorite high school english teacher is in jail for what he did to her. you listen to the news idly and suddenly discover that a woman you used to idolize has been abusing her kids for an actual eon.

what can you touch without the static melting off. you can't even really complain about it too much (you were supposed to know better, and besides, you don't want the same re-split "it's not your fault, love what you love" basic advice), but now it's here. somehow, it feels like - you let him into your life.

it's not that things need to be pure or an artist has to be like, endlessly perfect, mindful. demure. it's more just this terrible truth that has been replayed through your veins so often it feels criminally vain. power corrupts, absolute power corrupts absolutely. did you want any one person to be worth that power?

it's just that he wrote books where he seemed to understand that. he seemed to know about hierarchies and unfair systems and bigotry and privilege. you thought they were books about what it means to struggle. you thought they were about having power and still using it for good rather than for control. he spooned you a narrative of being a good guy, a kind soul. you fucking bought what that fucking monster sold.

maybe that's why they were fantasies, after all.

[sangthael]

finally put together a list of some hcs

[egophiliac]

don't think I'm not still obsessing over 7-12

[lizzybeeee]

When you spend 20 years attempting to bring down the child slavery, murdering, human trafficking exploitation ring that stole your childhood, murdered your friends, and killed countless innocents only to have them rebrand as 'Noble Freedom Fighters™' off-screen.

[anbaisai]

Blep. (Sequel to the boop)

Or alternatively titled: Snake Jamil, but even larger noodle

The species that Jamil is based on here is called the Blood Python (special thanks to @kirexa for the information!), which can reach an average of 4-6 ft in length and up to 30 lbs in weight.

Bonus panel: