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vague-posting about this here cuz i don't feel comfortable yapping about my su takes on twitter, but after everything that's happened the most interesting thing about the su fandom to me is that so many are 100% there for applying the "everyone can change and deserves a second chance" message to everyone, even the diamonds. except for one âď¸ she doesn't count. cuz she's dead.
#personal#very extremely delete later#ok cutting the vague post this is about a âwhose the worst cartoon momâ twt post with pink diamond in the running#and a bunch of people pointing at her. the woman who died in childbirth and never got to meet her child. and she's literally next to#mother gothel. the baby kidnapper who kidnapped a baby#i'm always gonna be a pink diamond nuancepilled defender. she was a shitty entitled teen who grew up with a silver spoon in her mouth#then got self-radicalized and rebelled for both selfish AND selfless reasons#âthis show is great because everyone makes mistakes and learns from them. except the pink one. she's bad and dead forever.â#anyways this is a crit towards the fandom not the show#âshe had steven so she could selfishly escape her mistakes and put all her burdens on her childâ or she wanted a child#âshe abandoned her familyâ or she died during childbirth#âshe started a war that got thousands of gems killed and mutilatedâ and if she hadn't nobody on earth would exist#the fact that some fans are more willing to jump to white diamondâs defense when talking about her reformation and redemption#white diamondâthe architect and supreme ruler of a 10000+ year old fascist empireâhas 10000% done worse more unforgivable things than pink#guys even blue diamond has shattered gems before. like not just kill them but permanently split their souls into pieces.#ruby called her a âSHATTERER.â she was INFAMOUS for murdering people. pink never shattered anyone#for fans of a show that explicitly says nobody's truly a villain you guys sure do want a villain really badly#anyways âwe need more compelx female characters y'all couldn't even handle rose quartzâ etc. etc. etc.
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"Mams...you okay?" You grin tiredly and teasingly ask your First Man, who is currently in the process of tearing up, his lips wobbling silently as he attempts to keep it in.
He looks up at you from where you lay exhausted in the hospital bed, attempting to blink back his tears. "Oh aye..." He replies shakily. "I-...I've never bin 'appier....Y-you should g-get some sleep...MC...get yer strength back..."
You grin stupidly at him, eyes closing sleepily as he watches you from the seat beside your bed, his attention drifts to you and his eyes water even more, the sheer lightness of the small weight in his arms making him dizzy as he leans further back into the armchair.
He looks down at the sleeping newborn in his arms. His baby girl. Her little yellow hat sitting perfectly on her little tiny head. He's sure she could fit on just on of his hands.
His bottom lip trembles, heart so full of love for the tiny thing in his arms it feels like it might burst. He holds her to his chest, bringing one finger up to gently caress her tiny tiny cheek. He sniffles, holding back happy sobs as he whispers gently. "Hiya little baby....I'm yer papa....I'm gonna take well great care of ye...I-I..I promise...Ăosa CrĂost...yer tiny..."
Mammon looks over to your sleeping form in the hospital bed and slowly inches his chair even closer to you, so as not to jostle your daughter too much. He grabs his phone off of the nightstand and makes an order for your favourite food to be delivered for when you woke up. He chuckles softly as he texts the groupchat, telling them that you and the baby are okay.(albeit slowly seeing as he's only able to use one hand)
He asks for Lucifer to send over the cake he made with the horrible icing saying 'Congradulation COngratulations, MC, Your You're so amazing' so he could celebrate with you when you woke up from your much deserved nap. He turns off his phone and sets it back on the bedside table next to yours which is charging.
He could celebrate with you after, you could laugh at how he looked like a deer in headlights when the nurse asked him if he wanted to hold his baby for the first time. He could spoil you more than he ever has before (which isn't humanly possible considering how much he spoils you.)
But that could all wait for when you woke up, right now he was content just watching over his favouritest girls in the whole wide world, making sure you were both safe and sound.
But you should never trust a scheming scumbag, MC.
Oh no, fuckhead was already coming up with plans to spoil your daughter silly. That was his little princess, God dammit! She deserved the three worlds combined! And even then she deserved more! And don't get him started on you, you weren't going to even think about doing chores for at least 6 months. You just preformed a miracle. You get rest time. No buts.
In the softening light of the sun through the windows, Mammon holds your baby girl with so much gentleness, as if she'd crack at the smallest touch, his loving gaze flickers from you to her with so much tenderness, you would've thought he was an angel.
#idk mams being a dad is so cute to me idc this man would go to the ends of the earth for his kids (and for you)#Ăosa crĂost means jesus christ but i feel like you guys could figure that out so idk#Mammon to his daughter: Right princess; if ye ever meet a small gremlin blob who's callin' me papa tha's Lil D No.2 he is insane. run away.#this is very much self indulgent i want a baby so baf omg#but in this economy? + im 15 + childbirth and pregnancy is scary? not ever gonna happen for atleast another ten years.#ATLEAST.#unless the economy magically fixes itself + nonces stop existing + worked on myself enough to feel like im able to acutally be a good pare#okay i'll shut up now night night#cw pregnancy#cw childbirth#obey me mammon#obey me mammon x reader#female reader#obey me x female reader#mammon x female reader
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they should do a modern remake of house but set in the 1880âs to really allow house to let his freak flag fly. i want him championing bold and outrageous ideas like washing your hands between patients and maybe sometimes the women arenât being hysterical
#i actually think an adaptation set in this time would be v interesting considering the female characters roles#like maybe cuddy is still running the hospital but sheâs CONSTANTLY fighting the board#bc sheâs acting in place of her husband who canât be there for whatever reason#which also would be awesome for cheating with house reasons but whatev we move#ANYWAYS i just think itd be so so cool#house md#gregory house
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Been thinking about the blue dick lately đŽâđ¨
#my na'vi loving ass suddenly decided to make an appearance#will i finish it? who knows#gonna keep my fingers crossed because I don't know how long before my interest runs away from me again đ#na'vi male#na'vi art#na'vi oc#avatar na'vi#na'vi male/human female#blue alien dick#my art wip#na'vi smut#big blue alien dickkkk ���đŠđŠ
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Lily Evans I will never forgive them for what theyâve done to you </3
#does anyone feel sometimes like Lily has been erased from the fandom#or just partnered up with another female character because they donât know what to do with her#this isnât hate to anyone who ships jegulus#but it does feel like the women in the marauders fandom get cast aside to allow the men to shine#like you want a quiet smart partner who is a younger sibling who looks up to their older sibling but knows they will never get on dymamic??#my girl Lily is right there!!#james and Lily were perfect for each other imo#itâs sad to see her get forgotten about to make room for jegulus#and sometimes it borders on misogynyâŚ#gonna run for cover now#marauders#lily evans#james potter#jily
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what's the worst thing you watched and kept up with (at least for a while) because you were gay and begging for scraps? mine was probably pretty little liars
#what was her name? emily? whatever it was i was a simp for the lesbian character on PLL#and put up with three seasons of fucking Nonsense for it#words and things#i say 'probably' because there are worse shows i watched for various girls that i had crushes on over the years#but thats a different kind of simping. i didnt watch them for girl kissing i watched them for a girl who i knew was probably straight#gay#lesbian#bisexual#<- yall got it the worst half of these things were subtly biphobic too#oh god does anyone remember that show where the MC was a succubi but didn't know about monsters#so she thought she was just a freak and was always on the run until the monster world finds one of her kills and hunts Her down#and she ends up. idk working at a monster bar and helping her Monster Cop boytoy hunt runaway monsters? or something?#listen what i remember from that is how badly i wanted her and her simp (female roommate maybe?) to fuck instead#and i swear they queerbaited me a little. but i might have just been delusional tbh
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âSolas?â
âYes, Vhenan."
âWhat are you drawing?â
He still has his eyes on the piece of parchment in front of him, but slows down the repetetive movements of his hand tracing the shapes on paper, as if that might offer him more time to find his answer. "Oh, just some practice. It helps me sort my thoughts," he says with the casual air of somebody trying to evade a question.
âCan I see, then?â
He glances up briefly and notices she has stopped reading her book on the early history of Neromanian magic. She has one elbow propped up on the table and rests her chin on her hand. She is looking at him expectantly, her book clearly forgotten.
He pauses the scratchy movements of his pencil and says rather hesitantly.
"It's not finished."
She leans forward a bit more, trying to catch a glimpse at his paper. He subtly angles it away from her. She might have barely noticed, had she not noted his newfound secrecy regarding his recent drawings. She has become increasingly curious over the past few weeks, and his forced casual demeanor after her question only fills her with more anticipation.
It makes her think of the first time he showed her his artwork. âŚ
The first time she had walked into the rotunda in Skyhold and found Solas high up on the scaffolding with a paint brush in his hands and a concentrated look on his face, she was surprised to learn of his motivation.
"History needs to be documented," he had said when she asked him what he was working on.
After climbing down the scaffolding and taking a step back to admire the process of his work, he continued, "Not by the words of diplomats, but through the eyes of those skilled in artistry. Words will be forgotten, but images? Those will hold significance across time."
She had been moved then. By the bold lines in the fresco and the fierce look in his eyes as he regarded her as he spoke. Like she was someone worthy of admiration. Like he truly saw her. It reminded her of his words before their first kiss.
'You change everything.' He had said.
She didn't really believe him then. She didn't want to be put on a pedestal, far removed from the world and the simple and nomadic lifestyle of her clan that she was accustomed to. She missed roaming mountains and hills, not fighting blighted Templars and navigating treacherous games of power with nobles. That life had seemed like such a long time ago, even though it had barely been a year.
But perhaps she didn't need to suffer though all of this alone. She had her friends. Dorian with his jokes. Varric with his stories. Cassandra with her quiet support and camaderie. Iron Bull helping her with her fighting stances and teaching her new drinking games with Cullen. Even Cole, though he was still figuring out what the word friend even meant. She would help him with that, she had decided then. Friends; they made the aching pull of homesickness more bearable.
But Solas.
Who was he to her? She could call him her friend the supposed. She had the feeling they were becoming closer and yet there was an undeniable distance. Always leaving space for interpretation and mystery while never backing away from any of her questions. So much knowledge he shared, and still she had the feeling she barely knew him at all. He had slowly and unknowingly developed a talent for surprising her with new insights and he did so later again that same evening.
The next hour passed quickly while they were still talking about art and the different depictions of elven lore. He had stared at her intently for a moment, considering her.
"I want to show you something." he had said.
She never passed up an opportunity to learn more so she had indulged him, following him to a plain-looking crate to the side of the room. He removed the protective wards with a wave of his hand. He then uncovered some, by the looks of it, handbound books. He observed them one by one carefully, with a nod of acceptance when he seemingly found what he was looking for and handed her one of the books.
As she opened the first few pages she discovered they were sketchbooks filled with rough outlines in preparation for the next installment of the mural.
Excitedly he pointed to notes in the margin and spoke of where he learned the techniques for collecting and grinding his own pigments. There was a red ocre in the Western Approach that he had recently discovered on one of their missions which was apparently incredibly well suited for his purpose. At her encouragement he had shown her more of of his other drawings too. First of symbolism and color studies, but then more personal ones: of the views of the mountains from Skyhold, running Halla, drying herbs and even of some of the members of the inquisition she recognized.
In turn she told him about how she used to carve wood, especially when winters were rough and her clan was stuck in the same place for long waiting out the biting cold and punishing snow. To keep her fingers from freezing and her mind from wandering to dark places, she had started to carve.
"I haven't had the time since, well you know, this whole mess." she waved the fingers of her marked hand which flashed a sliver of green. Solas had looked thoughtful after her comment, almost like there was a tinge of regret behind his eyes.
The conversation steered in a different direction afterwards, like the seriousness of their predicament weighted more heavily on their shoulders than before. The mysterious books disappeared back into the chest and not long after she had excused herself and called it a night. Somehow she couldn't shake the feeling she had overstepped.
A few days later she returned from a short scouting mission. She climbed the steps to her sleeping quarters, exhausted. She hardly noticed there was an odd-shaped package leaning against her bedroom door until she almost stumbled over it. Her tiredness trading itself for curiosity, she moved to pick it up.
There was no note attached but once she unwrapped the bundle she discovered a beautiful and distinctive elven carving knife and a solid piece of oak wood.
She couldn't help the warm feeling that spread though her body, feeling the comforting weight of the wood and the cool metal of the knife in her hands.
âŚ.
She shakes her head as she's brought back to the present. That same rotunda they have since spend so much of their time together. Researching, reading and talking. There had been barely an evening where she didn't end up in the rotunda with Solas. At least when she wasn't away from Skyhold, trying to save the world on missions throughout Thedas.
She looks at Solas from her spot at the table with a mischievous glint in her eyes.
It takes a lot of effort to hide her smile.
Whith an amused tilt to the corner of her lips she says, "You know, Dorian told me he found some sketchbooks laying around, depicting a rather familiar elf. Anything you would know about that?"
Is he⌠Is he blushing?
"Um, Well you see." he cleares his throat trying to school his expression. "Those were private⌠And hidden for a reason."
She can't contain a smile. Solas flustered, that's a rare sight.
"You've seen them?" he askes quietly. She notices he has started fumbling with the edges of the paper. She didn't believe his ears could turn a brighter shade of pink.
"Maybe," she says while averting her eyes to the ceiling. She glances back to him out of the corner of her eyes.
Solas looks at her like she has grown an extra pair of ears.
She leans back in her chair and stretches out her legs comfortably under the table. Knowing she has him she doesn't want to push more and decides to spare him some of her teasing. She turns to look at him and softens her expression.
"I rather liked them."
Knowing that is probably not enough to explain why she had looked at his private belongings without permission and seeing the dumbfounded expression on his face slowly making space for embarrassment she decides to tell the whole story.
"I know shouldn't have overstepped, but Dorian said he had something urgent to discuss and before I was even halfway up the stairs he assaulted me with flying books, shouting about discovering my secret admirer. Either I would have stumbled to death or caught them. And, well⌠Once I started looking I couldn't look away⌠" she trails off with a slight tinge of shame in her voice.
"You liked them?â
She lookes at him, surprised by the hopefulness in his voice.
A wave of understanding washes over her.
He hid the drawings from her, not because he didn't want her to see them but because he was afraid of her rejection. Even though they had spent the last few months becoming more and more tangled up with each other, stealing fleeting glances and sometimes passionate kisses, they still hadn't really taken a moment to talk about what there was between them.
When she saw the drawings he made of her she had finally understood his interest in her was genuine and went beyond anything resembling a casual dalliance - something she can now confess to have been rather afraid of, because she had developed deeper feelings for him from the moment he started sharing detailed stories dreamt in the fade and his perspective on magic intertwined with life. And then there had been that first kiss⌠Wel let's just say she's in way too deep to turn back now.
And for all the effort he put into keeping emotional distance between them, he had apparently failed from the moment he had started putting her likeless on paper. For she could see the passion and emotion in the lines, soft shadows and hidden meanings. It made them stand out from all the other drawings she had seen by his hand.
What he couldn't yet put into words, he had found a different way of showing.
"Yes I-" suddenly feeling unsure she pauses for a moment and crosses her arms looking for the right words. "The drawings, they reminded me of who I could be." She takes a deep breath finds her courage and continues. "Someone who people will tell stories about. Not stories about Divine intervention, but of an elven woman's fight for justice. For a kinder world. Somehow I never really managed to see myself that way when I look in the mirror. But those drawings⌠I guess it's easier to understand who I've become by seeing myself through your eyes. To see the change I'm part of, but most of all to remind myself of where I came from."
She had uncrossed her arms and angled her body towards him over the table. A determined expression rests on her face. He hadn't taken his eyes of her from the moment she started talking.
He looks at her thoughtfully for a moment, considering his reply.
"Very well" he says while some of the tension visibly drains away from his body. She raises her eyebrows in question. "Then it's only time you started showing me your carvings in return. Some good blocks of wood have gone missing. I overheard Blackwall complaining about recently." He shares the accusations with a bemused smile on his lips.
Now it was her turn to blush.
"I was planning on showing you, but first I wanted to practice⌠" she trailed off her sentence, knowing she doesn't actually have a valid excuse for hiding it from him. And it was not like she hadn't backed him into a corner first.
Feeling relieved he wasn't pulling away at her recent discovery she changes her mind with newfound courage and stands up abruptly while extending her hand in invitation. The purpose of their late night reading session forgotten.
"You're right. And I'm willing to offer you a tour of my recent carving exploits, but only if you can refrain from commenting over the woodchips carpeting the floor." He starts to move as if to get up but she makes him pause as she isn't done yet. "But in turn I will pose for your next drawing." Solas looks at her confused for a moment, as if considering her question.
She pauzes for a moment and adds without hesitation.
"Naked."
"What?"
"That's right."
From a balcony upstairs they could hear some muffled movement followed by a familiar voice echoing down "You know Solas, if you're looking for nude models you only need to ask!"
"Dorian!" they say in unison, horrified.
Solas quickly tucks the sketches under his arm and stands up to grasp her hand, surprising her by pulling her close so fast she has to steady herself with her other hand landing on his chest.
Only a breath away from her ear he says softly so only she can hear.
"It seems like you found yourself a deal, ma Vhenan."
She squeezes his hand in response and when she looks at him there isn't a hint of his previous embarrassment. Instead there is a look of hunger and challenge in his eyes. It's so easy then, to lean over and kiss him, her lips a promise and Dorian's earlier interuption temporarily forgotten. Before she can get lost in the soft press of his lips she pulls back and feels a delighted thrill in the way he slightly chases them as she takes a step back. With a teasing smile on her lips she tugs on his hand bringing him back to reality and encouraging him to follow. As they make their way quietly towards the door she throws a judgemental look over her shoulder towards where she imagines Dorian to be hiding.
She is just able to make out a muffled conversation on the first floor "⌠These lovesick fools seem to keep forgetting this is a public space, if they don't want an audience they should find a room!"
Not sure if she should be terribly embarrassed or slightly thankful for Dorians intervention she doesn't manage to hide her smile.
"Let's get out of here then." she says as they start to make their way through Skyhold.
He squeezes her hand.
"Gladly."
#solavellan#solavellan hell#solas x female lavellan#solavellen hell#solavellen fanfiction#dragon age inquisition#No one can convince me otherwise that this scene hasnt happened#bioware robbed us from this being a real cutscene in the game#I mean dont you just love the idea of Solas sharing his passion for art and history with lavellan?#and all this time at skyhold#for sure she has run into him a few times covered in paint#and i just love the headcannon that solas ans lavellan forget they have an audiance of Leliana#Dorian and Fiona sharing popcorn and betting on who will make the first move#and you just know the frustration Dorian has felt#seeing the fools in love while they barely make a move at each other aside from fleeting glances#he had to get involved somehow#imagine dorian spending weeks on tearing down the magical wards on that chest#just to findout it filled with portraits of lavellan#LOL#dragon age inquisition fanfic#the dread egg#solas#solasmance#inquisitor lavellan#writing and artwork by me#acrylic ink and finelines on bamboo paper
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Rey, who is in my very biased opinion, one of the funniest "girls" I have because she's just a guy, truly. Like Rey is just short for Reynold because he was recruited by a a goddess to help the hero she selected and the hero is conveniently Reynold's younger brother. So he agrees to help under the condition that the goddess gives him a female body for the other world. She's like "really odd flex but whatever" and gives him a female form and he's like "you know. I can't really blame anyone but myself for not specifying 'please don't turn me into a Lisa Frank personification'."
#my characters#ya know since i draw daily idk if ill do any challenges this month#i know theres a LOT of them out there but i might hold off and do huevember as a challenge and let this month just be chill#for what its worth he only asks for a female body because his baby brother (like 10 years younger than him)#commented ONE TIME ugh its so weird to have you dote on me like this#why couldnt you have been an older sister or look less suspicious#so when sent to help his brother hes like RIGHT GOT IT GIRL TIME LIKE THE MOST LOGIC COURSE OF ACTION#then does a really good job at helping the hero and then gets abducted by the demon army and#as rey keeps challenging the demons checking on him in the dungeon (who are all very kind?) to just interrogate him already#and they just ask why would they do that? they just wanted her outta the way for a bit#cause they dont actually want to hurt anyone and then the demon lord keeps personally visiting rey and continues#to point out how she gives him a headache and how the core is different than the shell#and so then he offers to revert rey back to his original form and reynold immediately accepts#and so now hes just a guy again surrounded by v nice demons#and hes like please just be mean ive been trained to handle violence you have to stop being nice#im not used to nice ok you have to be mean or else im going to develop stockholm syndrome#and the demons are just ?? we dont .... dont know.... what that is.......... what.....#then he gets engaged to the demon lord and all is well ! he becomes the trophy husband to the demon lord#and the world is saved (it was never at risk)#i have a lot of love for the idiots in this plot#because reynold and sascha are literal husbands thinking oh no my beloved husband is only married out of convenience to meeee#and solei is the goddess who recruited him and is so mad that reynold is more of a gremlin than sascha#like why is this mere mortal somehow worse than THE DEMON LORD how in the world#and reynold runs around just adopting all of the demon army and is like yeah#ill be the trophy husband with a hundred kids and a hot 7ft tall demon husband who can change into a huge dragon#and hes really content in this role!#but for a while he does appear as rey and hates how much of a highlighter he is
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#dark souls#dark souls 1#polls#gwynevere could count on the same notion as like fina/nehma maybe (characters who left but are there in spirit)#but again I run out of space so I focused on present ones#also there are carmina and yulva (dead)#and pharis and americus and cleric lady in the woods#velka is more present in ds3 than ds1 I suppose#hellkite is apparently a female dragon and hellkite is her name not title but it is lost in translation#like...... you guys see how much I needed 'other' option?#I can't fit all of them#fuckin grana and witch of izalith too aaaaaarehghfdsgf#and the most obscure of all: nito's (ex) wife#I can prove that she was a goddess of water and to some extent life but that besides the point
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wishful thinking but i hope the stepmother and the princesses team up to destroy the fabric of reality together in a plot that so quickly backfires/ends with backstabbing because their goals for self-destruction are inherently doomed in nature. the girlboss entropy principle.
#sorry i have these dreams. these girlboss dreams#neverafter#anyway i wont lie. kinda relived by this twist#i did feel like the way it was running the princesses were like. TOO heroic good bland strong female women#YEAH i LOVE women who make bad and selfdestructive decisions. i LOVE women terrorist cells#thanks brennan again for women characters who are soooooooo women fr#YES women who can be complicated AND wrong about it
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I still havenât gotten Karlach, Iâm sorry đ I only just figured out how to get Halsin
#I love her so much sheâs precious#also Bear Man..#đ#i love everyone I have so far sm#theyâre all so unique#I wanted to romance astarion but Shadowheart..#so this run is shadowheart bc astarion is a whiny bitch boy who I love very dearly#bg3#karlach#halsin#astarion#shadowheart#lae'zel#wyll#fem tav#female tav#the dark urge#poor little bard JDJD
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Do you have a number in mind? [Patreon | Commissions]
#Tuvok#bee doodles#comix page#my writing#Father who may not see or speak to his children for 70 years#Husband who may not see or speak to his wife for 70 years#Devotion in Absolutes <3#Was thinking about how Vulcans tend to be able to calculate percentages very quickly and off the cuff#Like 'There is an approximately 34.4% chance of us surviving' based on [hand wave] things which my Human mind cannot weigh#Thinking about how Tom said there's a good chance Tuvok will never see his wife again#Do you think Tuvok ever runs the numbers?? Or does he pointedly try not to - it'd be illogical. It wouldn't help. [It might...unsettle him]#Also tangentially related I have a headcanon that male and female Vulcans wear veil-like garments to their weddings#bc of all the wind and sand
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I know he isnâtâŚ
But Sunfyre looks so much like he could be Syrax baby.
A Syrax and Caraxes baby actually. Golden noodle boy, but not as noodly. More stout. Like mom.
#house of the dragon#sunfyre#syrax#caraxes#there is symbolism here#of both Aegon and Rhaenyra having very similarly colored dragons#a dragon flies over the city#âlook its the heirâ says someone in the ground#who they are referring too?#itâs the ballad of Mulan hare analogy all over again#when side by side there are clear differences between a male and a female hare#but as they run you can no longer tell them apart#are Aegon and Rhaenyra that different from one another?
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girls make the best daddies. argue with the wall.
#fdom#gentle fdom#bd/sm mistress#gentle domination#bd/sm bunny#cute boys#mommy k!nk#puppy boys#good boy#pretty boy#mommy daddy#girls do it better anyways#who run the world#girls#divine feminine#divine female#domme mommy#hornyposting
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You know when you read a piece of fiction - book, short story, fanfic, what have you - and thereâs just one tiny detail that just takes you completely out of the story?
I just read a passage in a piece of original fiction where the main character hugs a friend and tells us she smells like the âdelicate rose and jasmine of her familiar Chanel No 5â and my brain just screeched to a halt. Tell me you googled âfamous fancy perfumeâ and picked the first two scent notes you saw without telling me. Many things can be said about that particular fragrance I donât think anybody with a working nose would describe it as âdelicate floralsâ.
#cecil blogs her life#btw it wasnât in English and Iâm not gonna call them out anymore than necessary six#also!! I know I dnf but I glanced through the rest of it and this character seems to be a bog standard âsupportive friendâ character#whoâs also described as being a kind of carefree gentle spirit. who wears cn5???#im sure that there are young women who still wear cn5 but itâs really not common and w that personality?? she should be the main character#certain fragrances carry specific cultural and social codes and connotations#cn5 is a classic ârich old womanâ scent. a lot of people associate it with older female relatives wearing it at special occasions#you canât just name drop it on a cottagecore girlie and run thatâs not how fiction works#added: plus scents are such strong and often under-utilised descriptors! everybody knows that feeling where you smell smth and suddenly#youâre transported somewhere else in your memory#telling us that her perfume smelled like delicate roses etc is nice - actually namedropping such a famous fragrance (that is also#incongruent with the description you just gave) is bonkers to me
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