#The Scarlet Throne
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2024 reads / storygraph
The Scarlet Throne
Nepali-inspired high fantasy
a girl who is the vessel for a goddess, holding the power over her province - whose power secretly comes from a demon, through blood magic
when it’s decided that she’s too old and will be replaced by a new girl - she does whatever she can to keep her position and safety, even if she starts to grow a strange attachment to the girl
villain MC, feline smoke demon, siblings
character focused, political, no romance
#The Scarlet Throne#aroaessidhe 2024 reads#I love girls that are just sort of terrible#This was really good! I liked it a lot! I love a narrative exploring villainy and power with some interesting relationships#(demon bodysharing; sibling; abusive mother; small child she cares for; her spy) without sticking romance in there.#some vivid worldbuilding and i’m interested in where it goes next!#no romance#I’m like HOPING it’ll stay no romance with the trilogy#(I saw the author say book 2 would have some but might be meaning a side character? pls?)#I definitely assumed she was an adult in the very beginning and then was like SIXTEEN?? huh?? i do feel like her pov read as older sometime#But also I think the choice of her age & the writing style probably served the story best#also i'll note it's nepali inspired but the author is malaysian I think#so as always would be interested in someone from the culture fantasy-represented's opinion
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Waiting on Wednesday!
“Waiting On Wednesday” is a weekly meme that first originated at Breaking the Spine but has since linked up with “Can’t Wait Wednesday” at Wishful Endings now that the original creator is unable to host it anymore. Either way, this fun feature is a chance to showcase the upcoming releases that we can’t wait to get our hands on! Happy hump day! I hope you’ve all had a great week so far. This…
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DEADPOOL WOLVERINE SPOILERS AHEAD. i loved how it felt like a comic movie. jokes were actually funny. action scenes were so creative. cameos were super cool. matthew macfadyen served, smashed, killed etc. i would define it as a tribute to fans. it's a solid 8.5 for me. but as someone who went to cinema wearing a fucking wanda t-shirt, i demand some fucking answers about that scarlet witch statue which i've fucking seen with my own two eyes and then i screamed out loud.
#that means it's from 616 because there's only one scarlet witch and it's from 616#so if scarlet witch is a nexus being and that throne belongs to scarlet witch#deadpool wolverine#deadpool wolverine spoilers#wanda maximoff#marvel#txt
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One thing about me is if I see an evil mother, she WILL be my favorite character.
Love it when moms are obsessively protective over their children and/or instill them with power.
#lady jessica#jessica atreides#alicent hightower#alicent#cersei lannister#marisa coulter#mrs coulter#love quinn#wanda maximoff#the scarlet witch#dune part two#dune 2#dune#hotd#house of the dragon#game of thrones#got#asoiaf#a song of ice and fire#his dark materials#the golden compass#you tv series#marvel#marvel comics#daenerys targaryen#narcissa malfoy#harry potter#raiden shogun#genshin impact
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𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 | jon snow
summary ― .゚ ˖ in which jon wanders too far north of the wall into free folk territory and is put under your supervision, mance rayder's daughter, after your voluntary offer of him staying in your tent. you never thought you would be willing to bunk with a crow, but of course, there's a first for everything.
warnings ― .゚ ˖ MINORS DNI ! ( 18+ ) | language, graphic smut, unprotected sex ( wrap it before u tap it y'all ), inexperienced!jon, reader taking jon's virginity, little bit of subby!jon, riding, handjob, mentions of blood ( reader bites jon's lip on accident whoops ), oral ( f! recieving ), jon having a praise k!nk, jon having literally no self-control, reader calling jon a crow about a thousand times lmao, minimal use of Y/N, lmk if i missed anything!
word count ― .゚ ˖ 3k +
pairing ― .゚ ˖ jon snow x fem!rayder!reader.
author’s note ― .゚ ˖ jon snow is so babygirl
honestly loved writing this, lmk what you think! also, should i make a part two with ygritte involved ?? wink wink
publishing date ― .゚ ˖ june 26th, 2023 | © HEARTSHAPEDMISERY
When you first saw the darkness of his furs sticking out so flamboyantly against the white of the northern snow, you knew Ygritte had struck gold on her hunt with the others.
You watched with a cautious but intrigued look on your face as she pulled him along behind her by a long rope tied around his hands, cradling a longsword in the crook of her arm with a wide smile on her face. But, the look on the crow's face seemed to be the total opposite.
Everything about him was dark, from his ratted furs to his hair that looked like it hadn't been given a good wash in ages, to even the disgruntled frown that didn't seem to leave his face until Ygritte finally untied him from his restraints. He was a crow, through and through.
You had seen plenty men of the Night's Watch before―even killed a few―but the one who stood before you as you made your way into your father's council tent was different. His eyes were a deep, darling brown, holding a youth that couldn't have been any older than your own. Most of the crows you had captured were all old and gray, not nearly as attractive and brooding as this one.
You didn't know there was such a thing.
"Where'd you find this one?" you whispered to Ygritte, your voice low enough for only her ears, your eyes raking over his figure that seemed disproportioned from the thick of the furs and leathers he wore.
"About a few miles north of the wall," she told you, watching him just as closely as you were. "He was just too pretty to pass up." The two of you shared a laugh as she handed you the young crow's sword, heavy and dull in its scabbard.
The Lord of Bones pushed him roughly towards the man sitting in the center of the tent, biting into a hunk of meat as if it were his last meal.
"I smell a crow," Tormund muffled with his mouth full, turning his head barely enough to get a good look at the young man. His scowl hadn't changed, if anything worsened since being shoved into the large tent.
His name had been Jon Snow, which he revealed to Tormund just before kneeling before him and muttering your grace. The entire tent seemed to bustle with laughter at the attempt of respect, you and Ygritte sending each other a knowing look as the crow's face reddened with embarrassment. Tormund may have looked and fought like one, but he was no king.
"Stand boy," a voice hidden in the back of the tent sounded, silencing everyone in the room within a matter of seconds. Your father, Mance Rayder, unveiled himself from the shadowy corner room behind Tormund, looking down upon Jon Snow as he stood.
Jon was quick to rise to his feet, looking up at him as the man stood taller than even Tormund. "We don't kneel for anyone beyond the wall."
Slowly, you moved towards your father from Ygritte's side, resting your hands on the hilt of the crow's sword as you allowed it to stand in front of you. Your father always valued your opinion when coming to decisions over the free folk, and this matter was no different.
Your eyes had hardened by now, catching Jon's gaze with a look that could only be interpreted as defensive. No matter how pretty you thought he was, he was still a man of the Night's watch. Your enemy infiltrating your land.
You watched him carefully as he went on to explain why he had left the Night's Watch, telling your father about the things he had seen in Craster's Keep.
"And why would that make you want to abandon your brothers?" Mance asked, his voice low and gravelly. His words seemed to intimidate the young man, his eyes flitting away from your father's before moving back to them hesitantly.
"Answer the question," you growled, leaning in towards him with a malice that couldn't help but send a chill down his spine. His eyes shot to yours, wondering why you were making such commands in the presence of Mance Rayder.
He explained how the Night's Watch did nothing to prevent Craster from giving up his newborn son to the white walkers, creatures that had been known to be gone for centuries.
"I want to fight for the side that fights for the living," he told your father, sparing you only a quick look as you stepped back to Mance's side. "Did I come to the right place?"
Mance mulled over the boy's words before looking down at you, the look on his face clear that he wanted your opinion. "What do you say, girl? Shall the baby crow stay?"
As you held his sword close to your chest, you stepped closer to Jon, your face inches from his as you gave him a good look over. He seemed nervous, his breathy shaky as it blew past his lips.
"I say he can," you paused, circling around him before meeting his gaze once more with a sly smrik on your lips. "But he stays with me."
He didn't speak much to you at first―or anyone really―only saying a few words when needed to and biting his tongue when you made some snide remark or called him a crow.
Since you had taken the responsibility of monitoring him, you practically stuck to Jon like glue until nightfall―as did many other girls in your camp, including Ygritte. She was an exception, but you had to keep running the rest of them off since their eagerness to catch a glimpse of him drove them to fights and quarrels in the snow.
Not to degrade any of the people in your camp, but men that looked like Jon Snow were not a common sight in free folk territory.
After showing him around the camp and getting him a new set of furs made of polar bear skin and boiled leather, you eventually gave him Longclaw back―which was what he called that heavy sword of his. He was grateful, but his disgruntled frown hardly left his face.
"Lose the frown, Jon Snow," you had told him as he joined you and Ygritte for dinner around the fire you had built near your tent. "You're not in the South anymore. There's no need to look so miserable."
When nightfall finally took the sky, you escorted Jon to your tent with a mischievous smirk on your face, earning looks from other wilding girls―most of them being of annoyance or jealousy. Their glares didn't go unnoticed by Jon, a look of confusion and concern evident on his face.
"Are they always like this?" he asked sheepishly, looking over his shoulder as the two of you stood still in front of the flaps of your tent.
You couldn't help but laugh, the scowls on their faces feral and sour as you led him into your tent.
"You're the first pretty crow they've seen in ages, Jon Snow," you told him with a grin. "They'll claw each other's eyes out to lay naked with you."
Your words seemed to surprise him, but he didn't say anything as a reddish tint rose in his cheeks. He had never been with a girl, he was too young before he joined The Watch, and his vows forbade him from lying with a woman. He had never gotten the chance, so the idea couldn't help but intrigue him.
"Your furs are over there," you pointed to the makeshift bed across from yours, "Though I know you'll be far much warmer over here with me."
He disregarded your comment, silent as he made his way over to his side of the tent and tried not to think too hard about laying with you.
It wasn't a large tent, your furs only a mere few feet from his. You still laid rather close despite being on separate sides.
Beginning to undo your outer layers and shedding them off, you were left in only a thin undershirt and pants that barely left anything to the imagination as you sat across from him.
Jon's eyes widened.
You could feel his eyes on you, his cheeks flushed at the sight of your hardened nipples poking through the fabric as you reached over to light a few candles between the two of you to brighten up the tent. He felt a sting of guilt run through his chest; he didn't want to betray his vows, or even think about betraying them, but you were making it very difficult for him to abstain on his side of the tent.
"What, have you never seen a woman's body before, crow?" you said playfully as you undid your hair from the braid it had been pulled back in all day, tousling it with your tired fingers to get ready for bed.
Jon only widened his eyes, gulping rather harshly as his lips parted, catching your eyes that seemed to be filled with nothing but seduction.
"What do you care?" he looked away, the tension too much for him to bare. His cheeks were flaming red at this point, embarrassment flaring in his chest. He could feel his hard-on begin to grow under his thick trousers, hoping to the Old Gods you couldn't see.
"Oh, right," you said sarcastically. "The Night's Watch will hack your hand off if you even think about touching a woman, is that right? Miserable bastards."
Jon tried to protest, his words caught dead in his mouth as you cut him off abruptly.
"Have you ever laid with a woman, Jon Snow?" you asked lowly, sitting up from your spot on your warm furs before slowly starting to crawl over to him, sultry laced thickly in your voice.
He shook his head, his eyes wide and blown out with lust. You were dangerously close to him, sitting down in front of him with your legs tucked neatly beneath you as you leaned in towards him.
"Do you want to?" you said slyly, your lips inches from his.
Your hand slowly reached out for his, grasping it gently before bringing it to your breast and allowing him to cup it. A shaky sigh blew past his plump lips, his gaze flitting down to your chest as he rubbed the pad of his thumb over your sensitive nipple gently.
The words tumbled out of his mouth before he could even think. Before he could remember the vow that he had made not long ago. Your sweet scent of firewood and pine was like truth serum to his senses. "More than anything."
His gentle, pleading words were enough for you to bring your lips to his, enveloping in the taste of him as you moved swiftly onto his lap, lips moving in sync hungrily as if he would be your last.
His arms tightened around your waist, pulling you flush against his hard chest. As you lowered your hips down onto his lap, you could feel him hard against your core, making you gasp in surprise.
You laughed gently under your breath in excitement as his eyes fluttered shut, not being able to help yourself as you began to slowly grind against him, earning a low and shaky whimper from his throat.
It was like music to your ears; his soft whimpers and pants. When you had been with other wildling men, they grunted and groaned as they worked their way in and out of you, almost animalistic. Jon was different.
"Do you like it when I do this?" You cooed in his ear. His moans were soft and desperate as he yearned for more of your touch, his hands gentle and needy as they grasped at your hips and worked you across his lap slowly.
He had no idea how much of an effect it had on you. How his exasperated pants made something foreign blossom in your chest and spread down to your lower half.
"Please," he begged as he pulled away from your lips, looking up at you with an adoration you had never seen from any free folk. You had him wrapped around your finger, drunk on your warm touch. Nothing could've riled you up more.
"You can have me however you want," you promised him, tucking a stray piece of hair behind his ear. Slowly, you pulled your undershirt off over your head before wriggling out of your thin pants, leaving your body bare and on display for him. "You're mine now, Jon Snow."
Your hand traveled down slowly between your bodies, running over the front of his trousers and cupping his hard-on, dancing your fingers across it tauntingly. "But first, let me help you with this."
Your fingers quickly worked at the ties at his trousers, pulling it open and helping him get rid of them before assisting him in removing his heavy furs and leathers and throwing them to the side, leaving him bare and warm beneath you, his pale, toned skin burning against your own.
Carefully, you sat back down on his lap, sitting at the edge of his knees so you could get a good look at him splayed out before you. Excitement buzzed in your chest at the sight of his reddened tip, leaking with precum practically begging to be touched.
With a soft look, your hand grasped his hardened cock gently, making him shudder at the sudden contact.
The feeling was foreign to him; Sure, he had used his own hand once or twice to relieve himself when he was feeling desperate, but his calloused and thick hands didn't compare to your small, soft, and experienced ones as you began to pump him gently.
"O-Oh," he sighed, his eyes fluttering shut as you rubbed him carefully, allowing your forehead to press gently to his. You could feel his soft, warm pants fanning against your face, gentle moans falling from his lips every so often.
"You're so good for me," you whispered to him, your thumb running over the slit at the head of his cock, earning a shaky gasp from him. Your lips peppered kisses against his, before moving slowly to his cheeks and working your way down his jaw tauntingly.
The feeling of your lips leaving hot, open-mouthed kisses along the skin of his neck and collarbone made him ecstatic. He didn't know what he had done to earn such a heavenly gift from the gods, but he knew he never wanted this to end. He never wanted to be without your touch.
"F-Fuck," he whined, entranced by the look of desire in your eyes as you rubbed him.
His toned stomach contracted gently, his abs tensing as he inched closer and closer to his release. His moans became more guttural, incoherent mumbles to the sound of your name filling your ears.
"I'm g-gonna-" he warned, his eyes fluttering shut. But, before he could finish his sentence, hot, white spurts of his release shot onto his stomach, painting him sinfully as a shaky groan rumbled in his chest in response. It lit something inside you, the way he trembled beneath your touch and moaned your name as if it were a prayer. You could drown in it.
Carefully, you reached for the undershirt you had thrown off and wiped his stomach clean, not caring you had dirtied it and would have to wash it by hand on the morrow.
A calm silence fell between you, allowing his forehead to fall to the crook of your neck as his hands snaked around your waist, pulling your chest flush against his. Your warmth was something he wanted to live in forever. He never wanted to leave this tent.
"You're so-" he mumbled against your skin, his breath faltering as he tried to find the right words. "You're so good at that."
You couldn't help but blush. The way he worshipped you made you ecstatic, your hands raking through his dark curls as you tilted his head up to look at you.
"Can I kiss you?" he rasped. His eyes were full of want, his eyebrows pulling together slightly as he pawed at the flesh of your thigh. Carefully, you moved to bring your lips to his with a wide grin but he stopped you, pulling his head to the side tauntingly.
He shook his head gently. "Not there."
You didn't understand what he meant. Kiss you where?
Cautiously, he pulled you off of his lap and laid you down on the soft furs, his body hovering over yours as he slotted himself in between your legs.
He began to make his way down your body with gentle kisses, nipping at your supple skin as he trailed from the crook of your neck to all the way down between your plush thighs, leaving little love bites in the wake of his mouth as he inched dangerously close to where you needed him most.
"Getting brave, aren't we?" you taunt, his hands moving to tuck your legs onto his shoulders before he gripped your hips with both of his hands firmly, holding you in place as you could feel his warm breath fanning against your glistening core.
He ignored your snide remark, wasting no time before licking a clean stripe against your cunt and beginning to work away at you, his eyes fluttering shut at the sound of your euphoric moans.
Your face contorted with pleasure as you felt his lips wrap around your clit, gently sucking at it, before cautiously bringing his middle and ring fingers to your core and allowing them to curl in an upward motion blissfully.
You had never felt anything like this before. The way his tongue moved against your folds made you ecstatic, wondering what they put in the southern water to make him so good at what he was doing.
"J-Jon," you gasped, your fingers combing through his dark locks and giving them a good tug, earning a moan from him as it vibrated against your core and only pushed you closer to your high. Your thighs clenched around his head in an attempt to pull him closer to you, the tip of his nose brushing up against your clit just enough to make you jolt with a shaky gasp.
He enticed moans out of you like never before, licking and sucking at your core in ways you didn't even know were possible. He seemed so skilled for claiming to have never touched a woman before. Could he have been lying to you?
Your eyes practically rolled to the back of your head as you saw his hips begin to grind slowly against the furs as he lapped away at your core, his cock hard once more from the sweet taste of you. Moans grumbled in his chest as he squeezed your thighs tighter, his fingers sure to leave bruises on your supple skin.
The abrupt feeling of his fingers pulling out of your core made you whine. But his tongue entering you was enough to make you see stars, your back arching up off the soft furs as you could feel the tight coil in your stomach begin to snap.
Your wanton moans filled his ears, loud enough to be heard by the rest of the camp, but you didn't care. Your only concern was him and your climax—which wasn't far off.
"Gods!" your heel dug into the middle of his muscular back as you gripped the furs at your side, your orgasm washing over you unlike ever before. Your thighs trembled gently around Jon's head, his mouth pulling away from your core, his chin glistening with your release as he watched you with a lazy smile while you writhed in pleasure before him.
He pulled himself up so he was hovering over you once more, his face a mere few inches from yours as your chest heaved up and down, coming down from your high. Your eyelids felt heavy as he gripped your hip, and the sheer look of lust in his eyes made your lips crash against his hungrily.
You could taste your release on his lips as his tongue slipped into your mouth, not even thinking before wrapping your legs around his waist and flipping him over on the furs, now sitting on his lap as he laid breathlessly beneath you.
You smiled at the way he looked up at you with want, his hands playing with the flesh of your ass impatiently. His hardened cock beneath your wet core made it hard for you to concentrate, but you still managed to roll your hips against his tauntingly.
"Just lay there, sweet. Let me give you what you want," you rasped, your hands splayed flat on his chest as your teasing became nearly unbearable for him.
"Please," he pleaded. "I need to feel you."
Slowly, you brought your hand to grasp him gently, giving him a few pumps before guiding him towards your entrance as you hovered over him, your eyes not leaving his as you sank down onto him.
Relieved moans left your mouths in unison, your cunt stretching around him sweeter than he could imagine. Your warmth made his heart flutter, his hands gripping your hips firmly as he waited for you to move.
Soft whimpers filled the space between you as your hips slowly began to roll across his lap, your nails raking down the front of his toned chest as you fell into a steady pace. His mind was fogged with the sheer sight of you on top of him, finding the gentle bounce of your breasts with every movement entrancing.
"Fuck, you feel so good," he breathed, his head falling back as he screwed his eyes shut, which couldn't help but send a wave of pleasure straight to your core. You couldn't help yourself when your fingers trailed to your clit and began to rub the sensitive bundle of nerves back and forth, clenching around his length with each roll of your hips.
"Gods," he cursed, sitting up from his spot on the soft furs as you still guided your hips back and forth on his cock.
Your arm automatically slung around his broad shoulders as his own pulled you closer to him by your waist while he propped himself up with his free hand, allowing him to thrust up inside of you and reach deeper than before.
The way the tip of his cock just barely brushed your cervix enraptured you. You were finding it very hard to believe that he had never done this before.
"Right there," you panted out, gripping his bare shoulder so hard your fingernails were sure to leave tiny crescent indents in his skin. His pace quickened, slowly becoming more desperate and sloppy as your moans grew with it. You were sure the entire camp could've heard the lot of you by now.
His lips met yours in an instant, a poor attempt on Jon's part at silencing you as best he could. You allowed his tongue to roam your mouth, your fingers collecting at the nape of his neck to hold him closer to you. But to his surprise―with a sudden thrust of his hips―your teeth caught his bottom lip with a moan.
"Ahh," he hissed, the metallic taste of blood collecting at the front of his mouth. He pulled back, panting heavily as the look of lust didn't leave his eyes. Your lips were reddened and wet, and the way your tongue poked out barely to wipe them clean made a low groan rumble in his chest.
Within an instant, he smashed his lips back onto yours, pushing you back so you were laying flat on the furs now with his hips between your legs, his length still inside of you as he wasted no time to begin a steady pace pistoning in and out of you messily.
"Jon!" you moaned, his cock stretching you perfectly with each thrust. His lips attacked at the supple skin of your neck, peppering little love bites trailing down over your collarbone. You could feel him wince between moans against your skin as your nails dug into his back uncontrollably, leaving long, reddened welts along his pale skin.
Your fingers trailed slowly up to his hair, giving it a good tug as you brought his lips to yours. Your movements earned a low grumble in the back of his throat in response, his hips beginning to stutter as he could feel his climax rising.
You weren't far off either, with his sweet, incandescent moans that made the coil in your stomach tighten filling your ears. "Are you gonna come for me, baby?"
A guttural moan ripped through Jon's throat at your soft whispers, unable to form words as he nodded his head breathlessly. You could feel his cock twitch inside of you, his last few thrusts hard and deep before pulling out of you—just enough to send you over the edge of your high.
You swiftly propped yourself up on your elbows, breathless from your climax as he pumped his shaft a few times before releasing himself all over your stomach and chest. His face contorted with pleasure as you watched him with amazement, a sly smirk creeping on your face as he came hard.
A gentle silence fell between the two of you as he caught his breath, moving to lay next to you on the soft furs and wrapping his arm around your waist before pulling you close to his side. His warmth burned against your cheek as you laid your head on his chest, running your fingers lazily across his skin.
"You were right," he whispered against your hair, pressing a kiss to your head as you snuggled your face into the crook of his neck. You smiled against his skin, "How so?"
You lifted your head up, meeting his darling brown eyes as a small smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.
"I'm far much warmer with you."
#jon snow smut#jon snow#game of thrones#a song of ice and fire#got#fanfic#scarlet was here!#jon snow x reader
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did it hurt? when you realized wanda maximoff and daenerys targaryen were imperfect, nuanced, extremely powerful women in worlds that did little to care for or acknowledge their pain only to have all character development get thrown out the window by writers who wanted to be "edgy" and label them as one-dimensional "crazies" instead? did it?
#fight me. i stan these two queens.#mcu#wanda maximoff#wandavision#got#game of thrones#dany#daenerys#daenerys targaryen#marvel#scarlet witch
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reminder that the rampion crew all think that they are hot as hell:
• thorne whistled and said “hello scarlet” when he see pictures of her at her house
• cinder says this about scarlet “she was pretty with pronounced curves, and fiery red curls.”
• kai and scarlet both called jacin “handsome” upon seeing him for the first time
• cinder called wolf “handsome” while he was hugging his maha kelsey
• kai hated thorne immediately because of his looks
• both kai and scarlet blushed when meeting winter
• thorne remarks on jacin being smug as fuck when they first meet
• iko told winter she was beautiful and scarlet remarks that throne does not trust anyone who is prettier than him
• iko had a massive crush on kai
• throne says “i really do know how to pick them” talking about iko
• thorne calls kai dreamy and “—thorne fanned himself, swooning - his heavenly, chocolate-brown eyes, and perfectly tousled hair, and—“ before cinder shoves him into a wall
• wolf didn’t even pay attention to winter because scarlet was there whereas thorne thought she had a glamour
• scarlet admits she had a picture of kai on her wall from a cereal box
• cinder says jacin looks like a prince when he’s with winter when the rampion throw a celebration for cinder before her coronation
• cress says kai looks "dapper" in his clothes after she hugs him in winter
• and all of the couples think that their partner are hot as hell so it’s a win for the rampion crew to have such hot friends
#the rampion crew is hot as fuck#the lunar chronicles#linh cinder#marissa meyer#the rampion crew#emperor kaito#kaider#jacin clay#kai tlc#tlc#winter blackburn#winter hayle blackburn#cresswell#carswell throne#cress darnel#scarlet benoit#ze’ve kelsey
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Franchise Fever by Robert Sammelin
#Robert Sammelin#star trek#star wars#the mandalorian#peacemaker#spongebob squarepants#ahsoka#game of thrones#batman#scarlet witch#mr. spock#captain picard#grogu#art#illustration#film#movie#television
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you ever read a fic that changes the literal trajectory of life? that renders you incapable of picking up another piece of literature? cause same.
#FANFICTION IS REAL LITERATURE#CHANGE MY MIND#ANYONE WHO SAYS OTHERWISE IS WRONG#i have soo many examples#BLIND BY OBSIDIANSICKLE#scarlet scroll by silvershine#house of crows by silvershine#lost and found by lady silvamord#Mamihlapinatapai by FM_white#they tumble down by thimbleful#getou has insomnia by LapizSagana#Invictus by EllanaSan#+ so much more i can remember rn#atp i should just make a fic rec list lol#fan fiction#fanfic community#fanfic#naruto#sasusaku#fanfic writing#kakasaku#itasaku#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#getou x shoko#game of thrones#the hunger games#hayffie#got#jonsa
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Showcasing art from some of my favourite artists, and those that have attracted my attention, in the field of visual arts, including vintage; pulp; pop culture; books and comics; concert posters; fantastical and imaginative realism; classical; contemporary; new contemporary; pop surrealism; conceptual and illustration.
The art of Rebekah Isaacs.
#Art#Rebekah Isaacs#Buffy The Vampire Slayer#Angel & Faith#Zatanna#Kitty Pryde#Magik#X-Men#Comics#Comic Art#Wonder Woman#Vampirella#The Crow#Hack/Slash#Spider-Man#Spiderman#Shadow Service#Scarlet Witch#Psylocke#Money Shot#Labyrinth#Hawkeye#Kate Bishop#Harley Quinn#Poison Ivy#Gunsmith Cats#Gamora#Game Of Thrones#Demon Slayer#Betty & Veronica
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missing my mothers a lot today
#daenerys#daenerys targaryen#mother of dragons#game of thrones#cersei lannister#house targaryen#houseofthedragon#rhaenyra targaryen#rhaenyra the cruel#wanda maximoff#scarlet witch
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white authors who love to write about oppression they have never experienced themselves are dropping like FLEAS rn
#sarah j maas doesnt suprise me bc the way she writes oppression in her books is so ass#sjm is genuinely a bad writer#but pierce brown??? ive never read red rising but fr??#AND victoria aveyard?? how u gonna write abt nortan rule over the reds and the slandering of the scarlet guard as terrorists and then claim-#-ur neutral over something almost identical happening irl??? weirdo#tjr too? disappointing as hell#and now im hearing shit about alice oseman and brandon sanderson 😭😭 ru kidding me#im just gonna stick to rf kuang for ever and ever. she never lets me down.#free palestine#throne of glass#acotar#a court of thorns and roses#sarah j maas#crescent city#red queen#victoria aveyard#mistborn#red rising#heartstopper#taylor jenkins reid#the seven husbands of evelyn hugo#daisy jones and the six#radio silence#rewriting#hope all these authors know that jk rowling supports israel. if i had an opinion thag ever aligned with jkr i would re-evaluate
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Started Out As Least Favorites -> Now They'd Better Win It All
#peyton list#sophie turner#elizabeth olsen#cobra kai#game of thrones#mcu#marvel#wanda maximoff#scarlet witch#tory nichols#sansa stark
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I played around with some colours in Procreate overlaying some sketches of mine.
Forgive the weird watermarks or whatever they're called, I was in a bit of a rush -
#art#sketch#artists on tumblr#traditional art#fanart#nevaria-art#wanda maximoff#wanda#wanda multiverse of madness#wanda art#wanda mcu#wandavision#the scarlet witch#scarlet witch#lorna dane#polaris#the gifted#house of m#galadriel#thranduil#AURORA#game of thrones daenerys#daenerys art#daenerys stormborn#game of thrones#the hobbit#the lord of the rings#marvel fanart#marvel#marvel comics
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wolf and the woodcutter
did a redraw with Daniel's new design, and more of a focus on what he might possibly be thinking about
#my art#daniel akheron#scruffy#scarlet bride#colubra#oops!!! did you fall in love with the woman you've been guarding?#oops!! did you fall in love with the Scarlet Bride of the Agony Throne who's King is undying?#oops!! did you find out the King's dirty secret and now you want to save the bride from God?#oops!! oops !!!!
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looks like a cinnamon roll and is actually a cinnamon roll: kai, winter, and cress
looks like a cinnamon roll but could actually kill you: iko, thorne
looks like they could kill you but is actually a cinnamon roll: wolf
looks like they could kill you and could actually kill you: scarlet, jacin, and cinder
#the lunar chronicles#the rampion crew#marissa meyer#linh cinder#emperor kaito#kaider#jacin clay#kai tlc#tlc#cress darnel#carswell throne#winter blackburn#scarlet benoit#ze'ev kesley#saw this on pintrest and they got it so fucking wrong so i fixed it
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