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[kookykuni]

Hamlet WISHES he had a skull half as cool as this for his soliloquy.

[dontforgetoctober3rd]

A Keen Eye

(Aemond Targaryen X Rhaena Targaryen)

Summary: Aemond and Rhaena aren't actually in the fic themselves, its just a scene with the way that some highborn girls at the keep view Aemond and Rhaena's relationship and them gossiping about it soooo technically this fic is still Aemond X Rhaena! The fic is bite sized as well, I doubt it's even 100 words but enjoy anyway!

Rating: E (everyone and their mom)

The marriage between Aemond and Rhaena went well, healing a long festering wound between the two families. Several highborn maidens often gossiped about it.

"Do you think she is afraid of him?" Catherine Redwyne quipped in her group's embroidery gathering one day.

"I would be!" One of the Caswell twins put in.

"Why on earth would she have reason to be afraid of him?" Sara Umber asked with a scoff.

The girls all stopped their needlework and looked at her.

They all liked her well enough but Sara Umber was not ladylike and, quite often, her views conflicted with theirs.

It was a consensus among the southern girls that all Northern girls were wild, almost on par with Dornish women. Wild or not, Sara was still highborn and so they had accepted when their mothers bade them to make her part of the group. It certainly brought more interesting conversations, like now.

Catherine sighed as she responded. "Anyone with sense is afraid of Aemond Targaryen."

"Why, though?" Sara persisted. "He seems to treat her well enough. I saw them laughing together a few days ago."

Their Septa Maya, who had heretofore been forgotten over in her spot by the window, spoke.

"It is not difficult to understand the collective fear towards the Prince, Lady Sara. He controls the largest, most fearsome power in this world. Imagine having such a fearsome beast completely under your command!" Septa Maya called out, as she examined her own needlework with the help of a magnifying glass.

"A keen eye could say that is a more apt description of the Princess Rhaena." Sara said with a smile, returning to struggling with her own needlework. The girls all laughed in agreement as their Septa shook her head.

[mail-me-a-snail]

happy v-day night city !! a kissaroo from me (and vance) to you >3>

textless and bonus doodle under the cut

+ live johnny reaction (samurai censor bar for your safety)

[gottagobuycheese]

Under the fireworks brightly dyeing the night sky, Han Sooyoung's chilly, sharp dagger gleamed dangerously.

"You, just who the hell are you?”

Hugtober Day 9/9 - Can You Really Call This a Hug, I Didn’t Receive Physical Affection or Anything

[ID: A piece of digital fanart depicting Han Sooyoung and Kim Dokja from Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint. Han Sooyoung is dressed in a purple jacket, dark grey t-shirt, and a pair of black sweatpants and shoes. She kneels in the grass and pins Kim Dokja to the ground with her right hand, holding her dagger aloft in her left as the colorful lights of the fireworks light her figure from behind. Her hair is disheveled as she glares down at him, baring her teeth, though her ferocious expression betrays the faintest glimmer of fear. Kim Dokja, meanwhile, is sprawled flat on the grass, reflexively throwing his arms over his face. His legs kick up into the air by the force of Han Sooyoung’s initial tackle. He is dressed in his signature white coat, black button-up and slacks, and black shoes, which are partly lit up from the light of the fireworks. /end ID ]

(Credit for the fireworks brush set goes to bybaobab!)

[saephrond]

AITA for leaving because I didn't want to get an infectious disease and/or parasites in my perfect Elven feet?

So, I took my boots off for Daerhovan last night, and danced on glass and micro-organisms at the Pony stables like a wild beast. THE PONY STABLES! Where the cobblestone is COVERED in... well, you get the idea. Glass and poop. And who knows what else.

Nim ditched us to go sit in a dirty cart, whilst also being barefooted. I don't know where Fannir was, but probably doing something productive. Or probably getting foot infections somewhere else.

ANYWAY.

Do you know how many millennia it took me to get my feet looking so flawless? All the countless years spent oiling and massaging these bad boys, until they were softer than a newly born elfchild?

For some reason, Daer and I had trouble syncing with each other in dance, so we eventually started doing our own thing, where OUR BARED FEET were on display for the WHOLE TOWN and everyone in attendance.

As a high-elf, and after having partaken in such shenanigans, my prestige is down in the negatives.

AITA for leaving the concert after stubbing my toe on Daerhovan's? Looks like he decided to make his way downtown after the fact, so I don't feel bad.

But, WHEN I say he has steel-toes, I mean that if Elves were made of steel, Daerhovan would be that steely Elf, with the steel-toes, doing steely Elven things.

@loremastering @sewer-princess @elgaladwen

[linddzz]

work has been taking up a lot of bandwidth lately so there's less fun Blorbo posting at the moment, but check out this Funke Guy, the yellow line arrow crab (S. seticornis)

[kindred-spirit-93]

*succinct & eloquent opening line. maybe a clever joke or quote* :D

do you ever sit there and contemplate your life choices after like a certain experience or a talk with a loved one?

do you ever come across a quote or a piece that seems like it was written for you in this particular moment in time? an anecdote that mirrors your current situation perhaps?

well im currently going through it & after a double whammy of mama lore TM during some resurfacing anxious & assorted crises, i dont even know what im going through anymore. but we shared a really sweet heart to heart and reminisced over good and less good times aw!

i am reminded that there is still much to life, light to be sought and found, good times yet to be had. its bittersweet. its mature. its scary? its like coming to terms with your mortality but on a smaller scale. or bigger whos to say...

i wont be venting anything, i think for now at least im content to vague post lmao. also my dad bought me some stress eating treats so i might need to go wallow in my feels for a bit

after i jinxed myself by saying im going on hiatus but failing to stay off the website lol (i had moot withdrawl symptoms sue me), i wont be repeating the same mistake, but with context clues i trust u can see where im going with this

it might sound presumptious to state so confidently that this next month of my life will be the hardest in my career, especially since im not even half way there yet, but the truth of the matter is that it is.

ive been struggling for well over a year now (mostly academically) and im both succeeding in places i didnt before (alhamdulillah!) but failing in the exact same places elsewhere. guys i may have anxiety lol

self fulfilling prophecies, nocebo effect, whatever it is & regardless of what you want to call it, its rough. its hard. im tired. theres still so much left and im tired. i shouldnt be this tired. or this empty. or careless. what have i let myself become? why am i punishing myself still?

this coming month will dictate the rest of my future and ill have no one to blame but myself if i let the opportunity slip through my fingers. but if all goes well inshallah i can put this all behind me and start anew so theres that silver lining :D

i kinda lost direction of this post about half an hour ago lol. my point is im going to try harder at balancing several life aspects bc i really cant put it off any more. i need to establish balance because ive been out of the loop for too long now. *shudders in python*

anyways there are plenty of things i have to work on, both in my studies and life, so i have that going for me *party kazoo noises*

id love to grace you all with some wise words or a life lesson or something but i dont have a neat one liner to sum up anything. despite that im writing this because sometimes letting thoughts float in my head isnt enough, i need to articulate and write it out because to let them roam in the vast expanses of my mind under the pretense that i achieved something is frankly silly as it is counterproductive.

a n y w a y , to anyone and everyone reading take care of yourselves and your loved ones. i wish everyone the best in life and in their endeavours. i will probably pop back in every now and again to catch up on messages and make sure everyone is alive and nothing burned down. i will however attempt to exert self control. (key word: attempt)

aight imma head out before i get too emotional or combust with the need to say something stupid like i love you be more unserious XD

[invinciblerodent]

[nickyroethemarinebiologist]

Imma be honest I usually hate posting about my own works because I get embarrassed immediately afterwards BUT. And this is a big but. I really want to share this !! Because I've been planning (and now writing!!!!!!! Yippee!!!) a little (not little) book inspired by the Temeraire series. But with pirates!!!! And also privateers, theyre one of my favourite history tidbits

(I have not written many book blurbs before so this a new one for me)

Set in the early 1700s, amid the Golden Age of piracy, Timor tells the tale of a pirate captain caught in strange tides. When the Delight, captained by Jean Linsey, captures and raids a merchant ship, her crew finds something peculiar in the hold: the remnants of a dragon's egg, with no hatchling to be found.

The men are curious; their anxieties are short-lived, for as they draw from the raided ship, they find themselves struck by the presence of a dragonet — It has ravaged the deck, and could only be the mysterious missing hatchling.

The young dragon is thin, and by all assumptions a feral beast; it must be caught, and is restrained in the ship's hold. To his shock Linsey finds that the dragon is not only intelligent, but bonds with him almost immediately, setting the course for a whole new chapter of his life.

The dragon, he names Timor, after the Australian sea -- but while they navigate the course of their strange circumstance, Linsey finds it is not so easy to captain a dragon as it is a ship, for below the waves of the Atlantic, something monstrous is near…

(Or, to summarise, pirate captain Jean Linsey is forcefully adopted by a large stray cat, who is also a dragon, and immediately has the worst few months of his life)

[themyzzinglink]

*boops you* *boops you* *boops you* *boops you* *boops you* *boops

This calls for a super boop!!!! Here it comes!!!

[snapcracklepop-myjoints]

Not to be a bitch or anything but. Since people are reading Dracula daily again: if the shorthand tag becomes filled with non-shorthand Dracula content again I’m gonna start biting I’m so serious.

If Dracula is your intro to shorthand, and you’re thinking about learning it, cool ! Have fun ! But I’m literally begging you to stop tagging content that is only tenuously related to shorthand as “shorthand”. Please I’m so tired it’s such a small tag and it’s so easy for it to get completely overrun

[demonsfate]

I was listening to "Impostor" by Red and considered making a GIF set to it, but then I remembered that sometimes I like to draw. So I went for that instead.

I forgot the pin on the suit but fuck that.

[pennamesmith]

Today’s confession is that I saw people talking about how attracted to Phillip Graves they were and was severely disappointed when I realized they didn’t mean the old man from 100 Bullets.

[talysalankil]

i wanted to write a fic of it but I can't seem to find the inspiration for a full story, so I'll just throw it out into the void and someone else in the fandom can use it

post-TSATS, will and nico start getting seriously hot and heavy (making out? more? you decide!), but the cocoa puffs have a seriously bad habit of barging in on them. sometimes they demand attention, sometimes they just stand there and stare. either way it seriously kills the mood, kinda like if your cat walks in on your.

will dubs it being cocoa-blocked

[deus-ex-mona]

more like dai cut cushion amirite—

[vcrnons]

so. i just nearly died.