#alicen tag

[jackals-ships]

(Clears throat)

So what is Dog?

pulling out my red string board like <3 they're gods weirdest soldier and my silly little guy who's gone through a few different iterations ! the very first being a purple/violet blood cusp troll

before being switched to a human design on the basis of "oh this would be SO funny"

(one of their more recent versions)

their timeline deviates from Homestuck canon, by the time is dog is born earth is pretty well absorbed into the empire and humans are an odd but not Entirely unheard of sight. what IS pretty well unheard of is someone Like Dog

under the cut for Rambling Length <3

their name is actually Jackal Glass, formerly an imperial spy who was constantly on edge but also enjoyed their job. until they had a meeting with the Empress who asked if they wanted to join up with the Church, jackal was too 👁️👁️ to do anything BUT agree (especially with the Grand Highblood, the Clown Pope, in the room) (and also Her Hound, the Orphaner Dualscar behind the throne)

jackal within the church falls under something of an interrogator and bounty hunter, and initially is NOT having a good time but soon enough feels at home. they eventually form a relationship with the grand highblood (bachus) as moirails and jackals pretty dead set that's It (they don't think humans can Feel pitch like trolls, they're some flavor of vaguely aromantic, and moirails for them is closer to a queer platonic relationship)

they're proven Very Wrong however when they meet the Orphaner Dualscar (saturn) as part of a job where they play emissary for the church. they hate each other IMMEDIATELY. very much a "I see the worst parts of me in you and I HATE that" deal (+dog has Issues i've touched on b4 and am gonna rb) which is also how they earn the name dog

bc saturn refuses to remember their name, calling them dog instead and they go "yeah okay. fuck it"

the timelines always Fuzzy but they do end up together + married and dog spends their time going back an forth between the church ship and his

their role is still something of an emissary but it's mostly for show and they still work predominantly as something bounty hunter like

there's also a few different timelines/verses !

troll!dog is the one where they wake up as a troll and just kinda roll with it (art by @almostourgalaxy bc LOOKIT THEM....)

came back wrong verse where saturn dies but is brought back to life All Wrong and dog is (purposefully) ignorant

ghost!saturn where he dies but isn't brought back, and dog is haunted both metaphorically And literally

both of those are also by ahab who lets me play around in his cities <33

[jackals-ships]

goin <3 bc YEAH i have so many Thoughts about dog i am always down to talk about them

So what is Dog??

It's been a long time since I've been in Homestuck.

Dog is a fan character/self insert made by my dear buddy @jackals-ships wwvho selfships wwvith Dualscar in general (and more specifically MY Dualscar, wwvhich delights me to NO end!)

You could probably ask Jackal for a rundowwvn on Dog for more detail!

[partyhardyontitanic]

Thinking about how my s/i could interact with other people's and I had the idea of a lifetime including @askthelovenest and bowser

A ransom and kidnapping adventure!

[one-winged-dreams]

@sunstar-of-the-north @little-shiny-sharpies

ISN'T IT? 😭

@moon-and-stars-selfship you're a true gentleman amongst gentlemen.

[valentineveils]

if anyone would like 2 kno - the fantasy story im currently working on [in my head mostly] is abt a soldier who is revived after being dead for several hundred years by a parasitic fungal "god" who is attached to him like a growth and wants his help to restore her body . and in turn , she helps him find out how he died ^_^ i need to work out more of the plot tho but these guys r my main ocs rn vexus is also there

[mellomadness]

I couldn’t stop at one lmao

Thank you for the tag m’dear 🥰💕 I’m gonna tag:

@i-am-against-being-touched @lifeisablackhole9 @safyresky @shittyelfwriter @chibiihime and anyone else who’d like to join in! it’s super fun 🥰 as always, no pressure!!

fuck it. worm on a string picrew chain. let's fucking go

happy worm creation my friends

tagging @areyoudoingthis @cursed-coat-of-homosexuality @peanutbutterex @tfemteach @piratecaptainscaptainpirates (no pressure 💛)

[ewanmitchellcrumbs]

Rev. 22:20 - Chapter One: Confession

Warnings: Mild angst, talk of religion, unhappy family circumstances, male masturbation. Word count: ~1.6k

Summary: Aemond accompanies his mother to the Sept and notices someone he hasn't seen before.

Author's note: I do not have a tag list. Please follow @fics-by-ewanmitchellcrumbs and turn on post notifications to be updated when I post a fic. Community labels are for cops.

Aemond looks across at his mother, Alicent, as their carriage rolls over the cobbled streets of King’s Landing. She seems pensive, almost sad, her large brown eyes gaze wistfully out of the window as her fingers fidget nervously in her lap. His own tap rhythmless against his thighs, and he can’t help but wonder if she feels as lonely as he does. He would never dream of asking her though, he has never been one for words of affirmation. Aemond shows his love for his family by being a dutiful son, actions are far louder than words could ever be.

Part of this involves accompanying his mother on her weekly visits to The Grand Sept. She is a pious woman, a devout follower of the Seven; she prays before meal times, before bed and goes to the Sept every week without fail. He is unsure if she has always been unhappy, if it’s something he has been oblivious to before. He has never not accompanied Alicent to the Sept, but as a child he would busy himself playing chase with Helaena around the huge stone pillars while their mother lit candles and knelt in prayer.

The urge to play chase left him when he lost his eye, and Helaena grew more withdrawn too. As they got older, he stayed quiet, allowing mother and daughter to bond, acting as a silent, unmoving presence in the midst of their conversations. When Helaena’s pregnancy with the twins advanced to a stage where it was cumbersome for her to move around too much, she stopped joining them, and when the babes were born, it was too much of a fuss to get them both dressed and bring them along. Their ceaseless wailing would have been an unwelcome presence anyway, so it became just the two of them.

His father, Viserys, has been in ill health for as long as he could remember, and has never joined them. His grandsire, Otto, hasn’t either, always too busy with his duties as Hand of the King. He is certain that if neither of these things were the case, that they wouldn’t come along anyway; they are not men that care about their families, as much as they claim to be.

Aemond asked his mother once if Aegon had ever been to the Sept with her. She had sighed and said that it had last been when she was still able to carry him.

“If I’d have known the last time I put him down that that would be the final time I’d ever pick him up, I’d have held on a little longer - to all of you.”

Aemond had said nothing, swallowing thickly around the uncomfortable feelings that arose within him, and leant forward to light a candle, an action he hoped she found comfort in.

He does not share his mother’s belief in the Seven, he is a proud Targaryen and, given the choice, he would prefer to worship the old Gods of Valyria, but he observes the Faith of the Seven for Alicent’s sake. He sees the way her mouth shapes his brother’s name in her quiet pleas for the Mother’s mercy; he would never allow her to shoulder the burden of a second disappointment for a son.

While Alicent prays, Aemond bows his head in quiet reflection, thinking about his studies, his training, when he might next ride on dragonback. His mother never asks him what it is he prays for, and he’s grateful that she spares him the need to lie, although he suspects she knows he doesn’t bother, and that’s why she elects not to pry.

The sept feels more draughty than usual today when they enter, and Aemond’s knees protest uncomfortably as he kneels beside his mother, despite the cushion beneath him. He squirms irritably, silently cursing both himself for not wearing thicker clothing and for the lack of support the cushion provides on his aching kneecaps.

Alicent’s head bows, her eyes close as her hands clasp together in front of her, so she does not notice her son’s quiet grousing beside her. He is glad she is not able to see his discomfort, but he cannot possibly fathom the idea of shutting his eye and losing himself to his thoughts when he’s shivering with cold and in pain.

He is grateful for having kept his eye open when he sees her, his painful joints and gooseflesh long forgotten as he drinks in the sight of her, his lips parting involuntarily. The refracted sunlight through the Sept window dapples in her hair and illuminates her graceful features. She is a vision of the Maiden herself and Aemond ponders if perhaps she is one of the seven faces made flesh as she descends the staircase, replacing candlesticks as she goes. He has never seen a woman more beautiful.

His eyes linger over the white robes she wears. She is a Septa - no - a novice; she is missing the seven colour corded belt and crystal pendant that Septas wear, she must still be in training. Aemond wonders what curves he might find hidden beneath the layers she wears, lamenting the fact he will never find out, she will have taken a vow of chastity. This does little to quell the fire that has been stoked within him, however, as he continues to stare at her, willing with all his might for her to look back at him.

He strains painfully against his breeches as she sweeps across the chancel, utterly oblivious to his presence. Could a Septa refuse a Prince? He is uncertain, but he knows that the divinity that the Seven preaches now makes sense to him. If there were ever a creature worthy of holy reverence then it would be her, he is certain of it.

Aemond’s mind races with thoughts of what her voice must sound like, how she would smell, how she feels, tastes–

“Finished already?”

His head whips around to his mother, startled out of his impure thoughts. His right eye blinks rapidly and he exhales a shaky breath through his nose. “Mmm.”

“Very well,” Alicent sighs, rising to her feet and dusting off her skirts with her hands.

Aemond stands with her, though his eye remains fixed on the young woman that moves about ahead of them. He cannot tear himself away, she is ethereal, and worse still, utterly forbidden.

Alicent follows Aemond’s line of sight before speaking. “Oh, there’s a new novice,” She says cheerily.

He feels the tips of his ears grow hot at having been caught staring and clears his throat, eager to disguise his indiscretion. “I have never seen a Septa that is not near death before.”

His mother clicks her tongue. “The Grand Sept is a center for religious training. I expect she’s from a noble family and has been sent here to take her vows.”

As they walk towards the large double doors of the building, Aemond spares a glance back at her over his shoulder. It’s only then that she looks up. It is the merest of glances, before she turns away again, yet to Aemond it means absolutely everything. She has noticed him.

He is filled with nervous energy, with no outlet for it, as the carriage makes its way back to the Red Keep. His leg bounces impatiently, a far cry from his usual stoicism. 

“Sometimes I wish I’d given myself to the Faith and become a Septa,” Alicent muses quietly, picking her fingernails absentmindedly. “Instead of…”

Her eyes go wide with realisation at what she has said, her tone immediately becoming apologetic. “Oh, Aemond, I am sorry. I did not mean–”

He shakes his head, his lips quirking slightly. “I know you would never wish away my existence, Mother, you simply long for a better one for yourself. I am sorry that your circumstances are not happier.”

She smiles gratefully at him, lacing her fingers with his and giving a gentle squeeze. When she eventually lets go, Aemond withdraws his hand back to his lap, allowing himself to become lost in thought again.

Were her family circumstances unhappy? Is that why she’d decided to become a Septa? He was desperate to see her again, to speak to her. He needed to go back.

“Do you ever think about visiting the Sept more frequently?” He asks his mother, attempting to sound more casual than the question feels.

“I think once a week is often enough,” She replies softly.

“You wouldn’t wish to go more often?” He asks.

She raises an eyebrow at him. “Why? Is there some great sin you’re looking to atone for?”

“Hm. No, just curious,” He says, deciding to let the matter drop.

That evening as Aemond lays atop the bedclothes, his hand finds its way to his cock, fisting around it for relief. He hasn’t endured a moment where it hasn’t been painfully hard since visiting the Sept, and thoughts of her flood his mind as he rapidly strokes the length of himself.

Her pretty face, her beautiful eyes, her luscious lips and lustrous hair, the way she carries herself. It all drives him to near madness. He grunts as he feels the familiar pressure building at the base of his spine, imagining pushing her robes above her hips and burying his face between her thighs as he inhales deeply.

Aemond groans loudly as the thought pushes him over the edge, pulsating as spurts of hot spend coat his fingers and lower abdomen.

He is sure of one thing and one thing only, however; if he has to sin to see her again then he’s going to lie, lie, lie… 

Chapter two || Series masterlist

[the-dancing-sage]

Arts! These are courtesy of the very lovely @sunnyarts

It's the lively squish mom!

[one-winged-dreams]

tyyyy alicen~! <3

The thing I said I'd never have the attention span to get into despite its popularity and here I am. Humbling experience tbh.

uhhhh whoever wants to do this can! don't feel like tagging people rn

i was tagged by @werewolf-femboy-maid to make make myself using this picrew alongside my current obsession!

(The OG post was getting too long, so I made my own!)

I tag @mellomadness @ben-the-hyena @papabirdurskeks @sapphire-heart-tippy @one-winged-dreams @the-ruby-eyed-rat

[jackals-ships]

(Crashes through your window)

NUMBER 27!

@askthelovenest

[f/o numbers game]

i swear there was a vine meme Smthin with 27 but Google is withholding that information ANYWAY :} the boy

baby boy. baby <3 yes im including the fact he stabs a man who's rude to you at ur first meeting in my baby assessment !! also fun fact he's the first one i Fully romanced bc i didn't realize you could at first then i went 🥺 you can kiss him???

so fallout!jackal is, hilariously, one of my few s/i's who is just Some Dude. literally just Some Guy except this some guy has PUPPY EARS !!! and a tail which they keep hidden for Safety Reasons. they also have a very,,,not quite Meek demeanor but they're pretty shy and avoidant when around larger groups bc projecting time babieee so for awhile they're kinda aaaAA around Hancock bc he's Boisterous and Excited to see a new face and they're like i just wanna feed the rad roaches by myself please

anyways they accidentally rob him (which you can do in game) and he's like "....... fahrenheit are you SURE-?" "they confessed and everything" "..... REALLY?" and he's like Upset but they're Also the epitome of 🥺 and they DO feel bad !! so he has them working for him doing odd jobs in return for Not Shooting Them For Stealing From Him which helps them get closer and jackal opens up slowly <3

also the first time he saw their ears he was like "damn. weird trip I'm on-" until he saw jackal getting alll squirrelly then he was like "...OH SHIT THEY'RE REAL- can I touch 🥺?"

[velnica]

Desert Gold

Fandom: FFXIV Ship: Sanson/Guydelot Tags: Bunny Sanson, Established Relationship Rating: Explicit

Gift for @charmwitch

The Captain handed the missive from the Twin Adder to Roland, who scanned it with great interest. On paper it was a simple mission—trail the newly-risen smuggler Alicen Fairclough and catch her in the act with her Ul’dahn conspirator at the Gold Saucer. The problem? Sanson might need to pose as a Bunny Chief to maximise their chances.

Can be read as a standalone but contains mentions of the Breathe In universe.

“Took you long enough, Chief,” a warm voice whispered against the top of his head, kissing him between the bunny ears. Sanson pressed back against the Elezen’s long body, wondering if he could convince Guydelot to take another bath.

His bard, however, had other ideas.

One hand snaked down, fingertips tracing the ridges of Sanson’s abs through the fabric, massaging the skin under the deep-V of the bustier hem. Without stopping they continued their travel downwards, following the top of the panties and down the side of his legs, dancing along the criss-crossing threads of the stockings, occasionally slipping under to better caress the skin before retreating back out again. Teasing. Playing. Coaxing gasps out of Sanson that turned into a whimper when a finger traced the outline of his cock, pressing just enough to make him squirm. A second fingertip joined the first, each running on either side of his length and working him up until he strained against the silk, hips rutting against the maddening touch that was both too much and not enough at the same time. He moaned, loud and unbidden.

[twistedtangledfate]

//Also, every time I see the tag for Alicent my brain keeps reading Alicen thightower. You heard it here first, Alicent got sturdy thighs, can hold up a whole tower.

[one-winged-dreams]

Alicen did this interesting picrew and i'm starting the thread over because it was like, super long

I tag whoever wants to do it.

[mellomadness]

RULES: answer the questions in a new post and tag 10 blogs you would like to get to know better.

I was tagged by @arina-shavel and then double tagged by @miss-loonylove, thank you both of you xD

Edit: I was also tagged by @allevallie xD Did you all plan this?

a // age: 18

b // birthplace: San Diego, CA

c // current time: 1:50 pm

d // drink you last had: coffee

e // easiest person to talk to: my mom, my best friend Alicen, and my other best friend @i-am-against-being-touched

f // favorite songs: Mr Blue Sky by ELO, Africa by Toto, Anpanman by BTS, 땡 by BTS, 4 o’clock by Taehyung and Namjoon, Candy (So Good) by The Rose, Like We Used To by The Rose, 너와 by The Rose, I Wait by Day6, Congratulations by Day6, Portland by theklipp, Fake Happy by Paramore, 26 by Paramore, and Ariel by ideadead

g // grossest memory: uh... probably when I had to change my little brother’s diaper when he was a baby and he managed to get poop all up his back into his hair.

h // horror yes or horror no: as a Halloween fan: hell yes!!! As a paranoid and easily excitable person: still yes, but less enthusiastically

i // in love: if celebrities count as someone I can be “in love” with, Kim Namjoon. But otherwise.... I have my dog :)

j // jealous of people: depends on how attached I am to someone, but otherwise I’m only jealous (???) of people’s skill levels and it makes me want to work harder

k // (there’s no k omg)

l // love at first sight or should i walk by again?: I believe love is something you grow in and work at, so no, not love at first sight. However.... infatuation and attraction at first sight? God yes

m // middle name: Ellyse

n // number of siblings: 6! Two older half brothers, three younger siblings (2 younger sisters and 1 younger brother), and one older cousin who I refer to as my brobro because he’s basically my older brother anyway

o // one wish: to be able to make people happy with what I create, and that I can be happy doing so

p // person called last: apparently my mom, which is weird because we talk in person all the time

q // questions you’re always asked: “Oh you’re an artist? Can you draw me?” and “What’re we gonna make for dinner?”

r // (there’s no r!!! dang i was hoping i could plug my last name or something))

s // song you last sang: Hate to See Your Heart Break by Paramore

t // time you woke up: 9ish? Probably later. Summer is the time I sleep forever

u // underwear color: blue

v // vacation destination: personally I really wanna go to Quebec and Seoul with my mom, but alone I’d love to visit Italy or Spain... or just go to South Korea and visit as many cities as I possibly can and just enjoy the people and places. I don’t vacation often so... gotta make the most of it I suppose

w // worst habit: either swearing like a sailor, staying up until 3 am every night, or piling laundry up until I’m out of clothes *cough*procrastination*cough*

x // x-rays: I’ve had one on my left elbow after a particularly nasty slip on ice in MN, but recently I had some done on my left foot for an old ankle injury that should’ve been looked at years ago and I’m just now addressing

y // your favorite food: red pozolé

z // zodiac sign: Libra

Aight, time to tag! @i-am-against-being-touched (love you :p) @safyresky, @shittyelfwriter, @lifeisablackhole9, @conditionallyme, @nelts, @sovietgrocerybag, @insane-halloween-lover, @annakaashi, and @theragamuffininitiative :)

[photofabulicious]

|| a l l a • f å r • l i g g a || ..... Läste igår ut min fjärde bok i år ”Alla får ligga” av Henrik Fexeus. Har haft den i många år men inte brytt mig att läsa den. Desperat som jag är tyckte jag att det var dags att få lite hjälp på traven... haha. Det mesta i boken är självklara saker tycker jag. Men det är bra att bli påmind lite då och då, eftersom att det är lätt att glömma bort dessa grejer. Tror inte att denna bok kommer att få mig att ligga. Inte alls faktiskt. Haha. Tyvärr. ..... Betyg: 2,5 av 5 ..... Annars var det en fullsmockad dag igår. Sov som vanligt nästan ingenting. På kvällen blev det överraskningsmiddag på La Oliva för Sussie med Leo och co. Maten var mycket bra! Grym tapas. Efter detta blev det Ankan för att möta upp den nya pokerkursen som hade sitt avslut. Kul att vi blev ett gäng. Och ännu roligare att Alicen och Jack dök upp! Jag mådde inte speciellt bra under kvällen dock... Hatar att vara så här låg! För det här är verkligen inte jag. Känner inte igen mig själv någonstans. Jack och Arman ville muntra upp mig och drog med mig på efterfest hos Arman. Det hjälpte faktiskt! Mår mycket bättre nu. Sov över där och kom hem nyligen... Tack grabbar för att ni tog hand om mig! . . . . . Tags: (på/i Stockholm, Sweden)