#alice's creator

[jessicanjpa]

(You can find the short films here and learn more about the project here.)

[ibuprofenjuliet]

like mother, like son

gif maker @barbieaemond <3

[sebbyisland]

On Rabbits.

Lewis Carroll - Alice in Wonderland |Kate DiCamillo - The Miraculous Adventure of Edward Tulane | @/fishofthewoods - to be a wild rabbit | Aesop's Fables - Tortoise and the Hare | Matthew Scully - Dominion: The Power of Man, the Suffering of Animals, and the Call to Mercy | A. A. Milne - Winnie the Pooh | Joseph Jastrow | Haruki Murakami - Kafka on the Shore

[seraphicsimmer]

I'm one of those witches, babe 🎶

[t3chn1c4ld]

My friend's hyperfixated on Bendy again, and I like following the leader XP

I decided to redesign some characters to my liking, starting with Alice Angel + Twisted Alice. She looks completely different, but I wanted to try making her look more angelic and from the 1930s.

[tessarionbestgirl]

Twitter is really a braindead place, because they are really saying George Martin, after having the work of his life being buchered, after seeing what Modern tv done to Lord of the rings, The Wheel of Time, and the witcher is wrong for step in and defend the world his created.

[universe-friday]

no one here knows i’m universe friday 🤭🤭…..

[austin-friars]

Philipa Gregory going out of her way to demonize Margaret Beaufort, who was 100% a victim of child marriage and rape, while in the same breath romanticizing Edward and Richard will always be jarring to me. In the show, Edward attempted to rape Elizabeth to the point where she had to threaten suicide to get him to back off, but she still portrayed him as genuinely 'good' guy. Richard was behind the death of his nephews historically, but she made that vague, and then had him with his niece (????), but for the majority of the show he was portrayed as a 'nice guy'. IDK it's weird. It's weird when female authors have the ability to impact how historical women are seen in their literature, and instead of being kind to them, they are cruel. Gregory's writing has negatively impacted the portrayals of Margaret and how she is viewed in a lot of historical literature circles.

Sis you had ONE job!!

[bietrofastimoff23]

damn, I hope Helaena is already pregnant, because if in this scene Alicent tells Aegon to make a new heir, it will be shitty 💀

[minnipe]

We’re good at being troubled. 

Aemond Targaryan x reader. {laenor/ Rhaenyra’s daughter} 

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{} Warnings! : slightly angst? : conflicting feelings. Not quite enemies but not friends:. {typical Targaryen vibes} vulgar language.: shitty writing. : Description of reader. [   typical velaryon features/ white hair/ lavender eyes—the skin of a biracial person.{} I hope you guys enjoy it! Let me know what you think. reblogs are appreciated 😊

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This is not done! Just trying out something let me know if you would want it to be developed into a full fic!

Word count : 444

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Aemond Targaryan hates Reader. He hates everything about her. He hates her lavender eyes that seem to be rimmed with gold. He hates her long curly hair the color of her mother's instead of the brown like her bastard brothers. He hates the way his own father pays more attention to her than him. He hates everything about her. Yet he remembers when they were young when they would lay in the gardens. His head rested in her lap as she ate lemon cakes. He remembers when she would watch him train along with his brother and cousins. The feeling he would get when they would spend the hours of the day in the library reading books in high valyrian together. They used to be close. Always together, intertwined. Her brother changed it. The night she took his side when he took his eye changed it. He hates her. He hates that he still thinks about her, that she chose her brother who hurt him over him. 

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The smokey air swarmed your nose. The smell of dragon overtaking your senses as you flew. You and your family making the trip to the Red Keep. Aemond was someone you were never close with even less so now that a petition over who was going to rule over Driftmark even though your grandfather  Corlys made it clear he wanted Lucerys to rule. It was stupid, yet the fear of Your dear brother getting embarrassed in front of all those people built inside of you leaked slowly. You knew of course that Your brothers were bastards. It was clear for everyone to see. The chestnut brown of their hair and eyes the milkyness of their skin. But it didn’t matter. The king didn’t care. Neither should anyone else. They were velaryon in heart. Your father claimed them before his death. The death that started the spiral. Enough things are going on right now. Yet being forced to go to the king’s landing was the worst. Your nerves ached as you rode at a regulated pace. Petting the pure white dragon as he cooed against you. Matanys you named him he hatched the night after you were born. Roaring he was bigger than the average dragon growing at a faster pace than most. Your closest companion,  other than your brothers. Memories flooded you as flashes from the past took over. When things were easier you promised Aemond that you would take him to ride when he grew big enough. Childhood promises melted into bitter thoughts. You didn't need to take him on your dragon he had one of his own. One he paid for in blood.

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*~ Yo, so why is Aemond such a fucking dick? He isn't such a badass actually He's only here because he ran away Because some shit happened back, home he's actually a dweeb Yo, what happened?*~

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[jessicanjpa]

It actually would have been interesting for Carlisle to be friends with Alice's creator—they're the only two vampires that we know had a real job in the human world, right?

[ibuprofenjuliet]

art & quote credit (gif credit):

| At Vespers by Charles Edward Halle 1846-1914 / Yvor Winters from “Sir Gawaine and the Green Knight” | 1st gif maker @tarth

| Tamara and Demon by Konstantín Makovski / Emilie Autumn, from The Asylum for Wayward Victorian Girls | 2nd gif maker @helaenna

| The Goblin Market by Hilda Koe / Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being | 3rd gif maker @birdmans

[aamellow]

You should draw Daisy in the scariest way you can think of. Really make her unsettling

very spooky daisy (doing drawing requests for tma tmagp content!) (the cursor of my brush is not there guys idk what your talking about)

[ashleymasenado]

TADC: Pomni Through the Looking Glass (and What She Found There)

@endomentendo, be glad that you have inspired me, but prepare to be spited cause that's exactly why I'm writing this. If I got most stuff wrong including the tech (look I had to improvise the looking glass okay no one really cares if it's different from yours (wow for once I don't care about getting canon right)) I'm probably just a little sorry.

Also if Pomni's name is the same in the real world and digital wonderland, then I'm glad I got this right then.

But for anyone else who's also enjoying this, please enjoy! And maybe leave a little comment on what you thought; I haven't written a full-length story, much less a one-shot in a long time, and I'm excited to be back into my natural talent of writing!

(P.S. before we move on: I might write a little thing based on Endo's little opening comic for in Wonderland…)

(Also apologies if my writing style feels old, I had just reread the original Through the Looking Glass recently lol)

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The little white kitty robot had been malfunctioning lately. At least, that's what her sister had been saying based on her own observations. And this time, the little thing had been moving on its own, all because a simple move of its shelf had flicked a switch and now it was just about to fall off said shelf. When it was close to hitting the ground, it was just barely caught by the only worker in the store that day, Pomni Gardner.

"There you go," she smiled tiredly, petting the furry kitty's head and shelfing it again. In all her five years of working at Cable and Analog Convenience, the little robot kitty she had made in high school was sometimes her rare source of company when her sister was out of town making supply trips. That, and the other two robot kittens on display only. But the little white kitten, which she had named Snowy, was one of the more active ones due to a little floor accident she figured was the cause of her random turn-ons these days.

Pomni leaned on the counter with a sigh, looking over the blank account of the past few mundane days on the computer for the store's records. No one had come into the store in a long time, so she had mostly felt that there was no need to come in at all. But ever since her sister's insistence for her to take her place just a day before she left, Pomni hadn't really had a choice in the manner.

She leaned back in her chair and stared up thoughtfully at the ceiling, desperate to get away from her boredom. It hadn't been a very long time ago since she had somehow dreamt of a strange place, created of her own imagination yet of very real sensations somehow. The little white clown with the giant pocket watch hopping from monitor to monitor and ending up in one that hadn't worked in years… she still wasn't sure it was such a wise choice to follow it and fall into the small screen, with a new form that forced her to question her new identity: was she the same person she was that morning, or a different one entirely? Hey, English class was finally coming in handy.

Even thought it was all a dream in the end, it was a very strange one. Even stranger, somehow she had woken up with a VR headset on her head, which she suspected her sister had placed on her to try and shake her awake, yet it hadn't really helped much. But she appreciated the effort, even if she hadn't asked her about it yet. The whole thing was very curious though.

Pomni groaned, more out of exasperation than anything else. She grabbed the little white cat off the nearby shelf and flicked the switch, watching it move around the table in a cute and almost realistic manner like an actual kitten. She had been quite proud of being the sole builder of this little mechanism, even if she had to use a few parts from their own store when it was only her sister running it back in the day. But in the end, she never really noticed, so it was all fine.

"You know, Snowy," she started, leaning her head on her hand as her elbow settled on the counter. She chuckled at the cliche nickname, her bored smile growing wider as the little cat came over to her hand and gave a small robotic purr. "It was the darndest thing, that dream I had a few months ago. It only feels like yesterday I had become a very different person, or atleast, that's what my body experienced. It was more of a physical change than anything. But can it really be considered physical if it was inside of a digital world? Anyway, it still gave me a weird existential crisis."

Pomni pulled the little white robot kitten onto her lap, feeling it settle there like a regular cat as she began to stroke its head. She and her sister, the only employees at C&A Convenience, weren't allowed to bring in any pets for the sake of their customers, so it was nice to have this little girl for company, even if she wasn't the real thing. "I wonder what it would be like to have you with me, Snowy. What would a little robot cat be like in that strange digital world? Would you be able to talk and be your own person, or would you still be as you are now? Gosh, when did I start asking so many questions?"

Pomni rubbed her own head, returning to petting the little kitten afterwards. She directed her attention to the newly imported wide-screen TV, which her sister had repaired with the help of their uncle. Now it looked just like new, which she really appreciated as she smiled and admired her reflection for just a moment. The screen was so big and clear, it was just like looking through a giant mirror. It was these kind of televisions that they said had images so vivid and lifelike it was like they were jumping out of the screen or they could pull you into the video itself. Pomni had never had a chance to see what that was like, and there was sadly no video player to plug into the TV, so she was just going to imagine it best she could.

"Could you imagine if an image could actually pull you into it, Snowy?" She said with a light chuckle, putting the little robot on the counter and standing up to get her fourth cup of coffee. She sat back down and started sipping her cup, looking over at Snowy who she had shut down so it wouldn't waddle off the counter and fall again. "It'd probably be a weird experience, just like when I accidentally fell through the monitor as if it were a hole in the ground. Just imagine the whole thing—the space just warping around you, like a vacuum cleaner, slowly taking you into a different place…"

Pomni was surprised at her own bravery to describe this fascinating and yet horrifying scenario, but not as surprised as she was to see the lights around her dim and the TV slowly flickering to life. She put down her cup on the counter and carefully leaned closer to the screen, which showed just a little bit of static and that same annoying buzzing sound you'd hear when the TV wouldn't work and all you'd get was said static. But as she leaned in closer to the screen for curiosity's sake, she saw the static was like a misty veil, like a lacy white curtain or the kind of mist you'd see on your window on a cold or snowy day.

"What in the…?"

Out of instinct, she reached out her hand to the screen and almost drew her hand back at its warmth. It wasn't an unwelcoming warmth, like a boiling pot or a fever, but it was a strange warmth nonetheless. And the screen seemed to ripple where she touched it… how curious.

She tried it again, keeping her hand there for longer. Using her other hand, she wiped at the misty veil of static, and drew back with a sound gasp.

For in the place of her normal reflection, of a young human 25-year-old woman, was the same character she had become in that dream of a digital Wonderland.

With a frustrated frown, she tried to pull her hand away from the screen, which she found was soundly stuck and was even beginning to sink into it. Gosh darn it, why didn't she learn anything from the last time?! Was this about to become a new adventure that she didn't want to be dragged into? Why did she ever come close to this TV in the first place…

Her reflection seemed to mirror her distress, even though she was yet to take that form—which she would soon take if she didn't pull back. But the warm feeling of her hand going through and next her arm was almost like rapidly falling into quicksand—no way out unless someone pulled you free.

And with a silent curse falling from her lips, Pomni was sucked through the television screen, which was as clear as the looking glass, before it was as silent and blank as it was before.

[mushyfart]

making my own little Left Right Game parallels between rob calling his son after he died and alice calling rob after HE (")died(") whoohoo!!! (actively weeping)

Im a little sheepish posting my art of TLRG under #creepcast despite it literally being in 2 creepcast episodes (and briefly mentioned in another 3)

oh also here's whatever this is

[coquetita]

can’t stop