#alice is so small

[pls-explodingstars-pls]

kinda what I was talking about earlier when i reblogged @feltsticker 's post

Some type of interrogation. I think though, you probably wouldn’t find out Alice’s identity Since it’s so early on ingame. Maybe there’d be some clues… but no grand reveal. They’d probably just talk about Kara. Why Alice thinks she deviated, things like that

[skyenish]

CW: Blood, Knife | For Halloween this year, my Yuu decided to go as American McGee’s Alice! | Twisted Wonderland OC art ✏️ |

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[edwardsdeathcabcd]

in midnight sun when edward sees his siblings playing a convoluted chess game, knowing they won’t let him play, and in new moon when bella watches him & alice play, but the game happened entirely in their heads & only took a few minutes LIKE. no wonder edward was happy to spend their honeymoon playing chess instead of fucking lmao he hasn’t had a good opponent in over 80 years

[lunacias]

001: first shift

[bacchuschucklefuck]

this has been a roller coaster of a design journey but finally I can present you: class swap artificer!adaine and rogue!fabian

[stopper-my-heart]

Heartstopper S1E3: "Kiss" -- A very non-inclusive sample of fantastic acting via facial expression by Joe Locke

You can practically see words running across Charlie's face here. "I don't under- What do you mean?"

Look at this LIP QUIVER after Charlie looks down. This is just before he takes the bold step of moving them from the abstract into the concrete by touching his pinkie to Nick's, and then asking, "Would you kiss me?"

Charlie has been working very hard to remain outwardly patient, calm and positive-neutral after they've kissed. When Charlie asks Nick if he's okay (with an eyebrow twitch of hopeful pleading that escapes his careful containment) and Nick's focus is taken away from Charlie's face, it's safe for Charlie to momentarily drop his mask a little bit. We then catch a glimpse of just how much Nick's answer to this question matters to Charlie before his face re-softens for Nick.

[shortnotsweet]

[ “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.”

[cangrellesteponme]

i don't think wonderland is ready for those alices

[sproldenlover]

i had to share this because i’m crying about it

[thelandswemadeofpaper]

My favorite scenes in season 2, I am done with the men in their lives

[ladystoneboobs]

House of the Dragon s01e05 We Light the Way // Game of Thrones s02e06 The Old Gods and the New // House of the Dragon s01e05 We Light the Way // A Clash of Kings by George R. R. Martin, Chapter LVI, Theon V // House of the Dragon s01e07 Driftmark // Game of Thrones s02e03 What Is Dead May Never Die // House of the Dragon s01e07 Driftmark // Game of Thrones s02e07 A Man Without Honor // House of the Dragon s01e07 Driftmark // A Clash of Kings by George R. R. Martin, Chapter LVI, Theon V // House of the Dragon s01e07 Driftmark // A Clash of Kings by George R. R. Martin, Chapter XXXVII, Theon III // A Clash of Kings by George R. R. Martin, Chapter LVI, Theon V // House of the Dragon s01e07 Driftmark // Game of Thrones s02e06 The Old Gods and the New // House of the Dragon s01e09 The Green Council // Game of Thrones s01e04 Cripples, Bastards and Broken Things // House of the Dragon s01e09 The Green Council // A Clash of Kings by George R. R. Martin, Chapter LXVI, Theon VI // House of the Dragon s01e09 The Green Council // A Clash of Kings by George R. R. Martin, Chapter XLVI, Bran VI // House of the Dragon s01e09 The Green Council // Game of Thrones s02e03 What Is Dead May Never Die //

[thingsthatneedtobesaidsblog]

Honestly, no one's really talking about Alicents abortion (seriously and indepth, I mean). Like before Maester Orwyle showed up she was not only thinking about her conversation with Rhaenyra and her regret but the fact that she was pregnant ( I believe she was actually pregnant because she wouldn't have been so pale and sweaty if she wasn't) she has literally been going through hell and her telling Larys to enter without second thought shows that her mind has been everywhere and you can clearly see the panic in her eyes when she notices that she didn't hide the pot because again she has so much on her head and I think it another distraction from her being pregnant and having to abort it.

I inturputed her hand on her stomach as a sorry and her feeling guilty but also a distant desire for a child. But there's also the fact that she already hates motherhood, so it's honestly complicated how she feels about it unless we get a scene of her telling Criston about the abortion. Her personal feelings are entirety unknown. Everyone can make guess, but they're just guesses.

I hope she tells Criston because I would love to see his reaction, especially knowing he almost had a bastard and whlie he was away at war being hot headed and she had to go through it alone.

[the-carlos-cow-eyes]

Also, RIP Alice, you were my favorite and I loved your relationship with Billy :(

[obsob]

drawings ive done this week for a competition!! probably the most ambitious thing ive drawn in my new style but im very happy with them! :3

[cryptid-stimming]

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I’d like to apologize for the Agatha All Along spam.

I’m just hyperfixating very hard right now.