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Im not prepared for what my spotify wrapped is gonna look like
#grew on me by chonny jash fine im fine by chonny jash two wuv by chonny jash SOLMWIT by chonny jash backlit by moonlight by chonny jash#the soul eclectic by chonny jash ode of the cog by chonny jash styrian rhapsody by chonny jash greener by chonny jash art by chonny jash#bargaining/compromise by chonny jash not perfect by chonny jash wings of wax by chonny jash taken for a ride by chonny jash light by chon-#i could keep going#i could go on but lets leave it there#haha reference#anyway i fucking love this mans music my Spotify wrapped will be broken by him#and then there's like. one or two vocaloid songs & maybe toby fox#im so normal bro#chonny jash#moss post
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Prompt 113
“I seem to have been taken hostage.” Batman’s words almost had Superman panic if not for the wry tone, a tone which the others didn’t know if their freaking out was to go by. Clark sighed through the comms, tired after battle and honestly wanting to go to bed now.
“I’ll be right over, what child has latched onto you now?” He asked while switching to a more private channel.
“I can already hear you making fun of me…” Wha- Oh. Clark bit his lip to keep himself from laughing as he took to the air. “They appear to be a pair of twins with…”
“You gotta’ say it Bruce, you gotta’,” Clark couldn’t stop the chuckle when he saw his friend on the top of a building, cape curled around his form in a way usually reserved for the robins.
“... with dark hair… and blue eyes…” That was it. Clark absolutely lost it in laughter.
#dcxdp#dpxdc#Danny & Ellie fell into this world during an invasion were very scared#Latched onto the first semi-ecto contaminated person they found#Bruce gives off slight ghost vibes and feels safe so they aren't letting go any time soon#Could be Superbat might not up to yall lol#Batman is just staring down at the small children who have latched onto his leg and are crying#Look the man is a dad and a hero and isn't going to leave the kids there#It's also highly concerning when he finds out they're not in the system#And their DNA is only half human with the rest being... something who knows#Apparently he's adopted a pair of half aliens but that's not going to stop him#“I could take them if you need-”#“No they're my babies now no takes backs”
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jin; i'll be there live clip ✰
#usersky#annietrack#heyryen#usermaggie#userkelli#useremmeline#usersolis#raplineuser#userpat#tuserandi#rjshope#uservans#usermizuoka#userzaynab#seokjinedit#btsedit#btsgif#dailybts#mine!#the cardigan AND the pink mic...... DO NOT TEXT.............. i am fine </3#i have a lot of feelings. i will leave you with this for now though i could go on#if anyone has any requests please let me know i'm overwhelmed with jin content and i'll do it when i have time <3333333 please!#PINK CARDIGAN YOU'RE NEXT REGARDLESS
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been thinking about ur fav assisting you with the hand job you’re giving him. Either you’re not used to giving one or maybe their cock is big enough that your hand can’t wrap around fully, but regardless it has them putting their hand over yours and showing you how they like it. They’re dribbling over both your hands with pre and really all you have to do is watch while they use your hand to get themselves off atp
#mari says#mari your hand kink is showing again#i was thinking abt it with a bunch of boys#not a train. individually#this has been in my brain for too long now im going back to sleep probably mwah mwah ciao#little breathless words while some are telling you exactly what gets them as they get to watch both your hands curl around the tip#and they let you rub your thumb over it#ok yea i gotta leave im thinking tewwww much#im mean really you could just be reading and theyre laying next to you and ofc they dont wanna interrupt…but if you can spare youre hand fo#them so they can get off and theyre using your hand like a dog while you’re practically unaffected?#tho id look unaffected and be going insane incthe brain abt it#spicy mari#sorry mino
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Whatever people say, to me it IS a big deal that we have our first ever woman president and that she's leftish leaning (as much left as possible in a place with a dying left in general).
A lot of people went to vote and she won by a landslide, so this is definitely the will of the mexican people.
#claudia sheinbaum#mexico#is she perfect??? absolutely not#could it be worse? YES#also don't let me talk about how crazy people are going about the party getting a big majority like i get it but they need to chill down#obviously leaving on the side por qué la gente voto a sus verdugos etcétera etcétera
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The ache will go away, eventually.
That was what the Professor told them, the day they got back. When they tumbled from the wardrobe in a heap of tangled limbs, and found that the world had been torn from under their feet with all the kindness of a serpent.
They picked themselves off of the floorboards with smiles plastered on child faces, and sat with the Professor in his study drinking cup after cup of tea.
But the smiles were fake. The tea was like ash on their tongues. And when they went to bed that night, none of them could sleep in beds that were too foreign, in bodies that had not been their own for years. Instead they grouped into one room and sat on the floor and whispered, late into the night.
When morning came, Mrs. Macready discovered the four of them asleep in Peter and Edmund’s bedroom, tangled in a heap of pillows and blankets with their arms looped across one another. They woke a few moments after her entry and seemed confused, lost even, staring around the room with pale faces, eyes raking over each framed painting on the wall and across every bit of furniture as if it was foreign to them. “Come to breakfast,” Mrs. Macready said as she turned to go, but inside she wondered.
For the children’s faces had held the same sadness that she saw sometimes in the Professor’s. A yearning, a shock, a numbness, as if their very hearts had been ripped from their chests.
At breakfast Lucy sat huddled between her brothers, wrapped in a shawl that was much too big for her as she warmed her hands around a mug of hot chocolate. Edmund fidgeted in his seat and kept reaching up to his hair as if to feel for something that was no longer there. Susan pushed her food idly around on her plate with her fork and hummed a strange melody under her breath. And Peter folded his hands beneath his chin and stared at the wall with eyes that seemed much too old for his face.
It chilled Mrs. Macready to see their silence, their strangeness, when only yesterday they had been running all over the house, pounding through the halls, shouting and laughing in the bedrooms. It was as if something, something terrible and mysterious and lengthy, had occurred yesterday, but surely that could not be.
She remarked upon it to the Professor, but he only smiled sadly at her and shook his head. “They’ll be all right,” he said, but she wasn’t so sure.
They seemed so lost.
Lucy disappeared into one of the rooms later that day, a room that Mrs. Macready knew was bare save for an old wardrobe of the professor’s. She couldn’t imagine what the child would want to go in there for, but children were strange and perhaps she was just playing some game. When Lucy came out again a few minutes later, sobbing and stumbling back down the hall with her hair askew, Mrs. Macready tried to console her, but Lucy found no comfort in her arms. “It wasn’t there,” she kept saying, inconsolable, and wouldn’t stop crying until her siblings came and gathered her in their arms and said in soothing voices, “Perhaps we’ll go back someday, Lu.”
Go back where, Mrs. Macready wondered? She stepped into the room Lucy had been in later on in the evening and looked around, but there was nothing but dust and an empty space where coats used to hang in the wardrobe. The children must have taken them recently and forgotten to return them, not that it really mattered. They were so old and musty and the Professor had probably forgotten them long ago. But what could have made the child cry so? Try as she might, Mrs. Macready could find no answer, and she left the room dissatisfied and covered in dust.
Lucy and Edmund and Peter and Susan took tea in the Professor’s room again that night, and the next, and the next, and the next. They slept in Peter and Edmund’s room, then Susan and Lucy’s, then Peter and Edmund’s again and so on, swapping every night till Mrs. Macready wondered how they could possibly get any sleep. The floor couldn’t be comfortable, but it was where she found them, morning after morning.
Each morning they looked sadder than before, and breakfast was silent. Each afternoon Lucy went into the room with the wardrobe, carrying a little lion figurine Edmund had carved her, and came out crying a little while later. And then one day she didn’t, and went wandering in the woods and fields around the Professor’s house instead. She came back with grassy fingers and a scratch on one cheek and a crown of flowers on her head, but she seemed content. Happy, even. Mrs. Macready heard her singing to herself in a language she’d never heard before as Lucy skipped past her in the hall, leaving flower petals on the floor in her wake. Mrs. Macready couldn’t bring herself to tell the child to pick them up, and instead just left them where they were.
More days and nights went by. One day it was Peter who went into the room with the wardrobe, bringing with him an old cloak of the Professor’s, and he was gone for quite a while. Thirty or forty minutes, Mrs. Macready would guess. When he came out, his shoulders were straighter and his chin lifted higher, but tears were dried upon his cheeks and his eyes were frightening. Noble and fierce, like the eyes of a king. The cloak still hung about his shoulders and made him seem almost like an adult.
Peter never went into the wardrobe room again, but Susan did, a few weeks later. She took a dried flower crown inside with her and sat in there at least an hour, and when she came out her hair was so elaborately braided that Mrs. Macready wondered where on earth she had learned it. The flower crown was perched atop her head as she went back down the hall, and she walked so gracefully that she seemed to be floating on the air itself. In spite of her red eyes, she smiled, and seemed content to wander the mansion afterwards, reading or sketching or making delicate jewelry out of little pebbles and dried flowers Lucy brought her from the woods.
More weeks went by. The children still took tea in the Professor’s study on occasion, but not as often as before. Lucy now went on her daily walks outdoors, and sometimes Peter or Susan, or both of them at once, accompanied her. Edmund stayed upstairs for the most part, reading or writing, keeping quiet and looking paler and sadder by the day.
Finally he, too, went into the wardrobe room.
He stayed for hours, hours upon hours. He took nothing in save for a wooden sword he had carved from a stick Lucy brought him from outside, and he didn’t come out again. The shadows lengthened across the hall and the sun sank lower in the sky and finally Mrs. Macready made herself speak quietly to Peter as the boy came out of the Professor’s study. “Your brother has been gone for hours,” she told him crisply, but she was privately alarmed, because Peter’s face shifted into panic and he disappeared upstairs without a word.
Mrs. Macready followed him silently after around thirty minutes and pressed an ear to the door of the wardrobe room. Voices drifted from beyond. Edmund’s and Peter’s, yes, but she could also hear the soft tones of Lucy and Susan.
“Why did he send us back?” Edmund was saying. It sounded as if he had been crying.
Mrs. Macready couldn’t catch the answer, but when the siblings trickled out of the room an hour later, Edmund’s wooden sword was missing, and the flower crown Susan had been wearing lately was gone, and Peter no longer had his old cloak, and Lucy wasn’t carrying her lion figurine, and the four of them had clasped hands and sad, but smiling, faces.
Mrs. Macready slipped into the room once they were gone and opened the wardrobe, and there at the bottom were the sword and the crown and the cloak and the lion. An offering of sorts, almost, or perhaps just items left there for future use, for whenever they next went into the wardrobe room.
But they never did, and one day they were gone for good, off home, and the mansion was silent again. And it had been a long time since that morning that Mrs. Macready had found them all piled together in one bedroom, but ever since then they hadn’t quite been children, and she wanted to know why.
She climbed the steps again to the floor of the house where the old wardrobe was, and then went into the room and crossed the floor to the opposite wall.
When she pulled the wardrobe door open, the four items the Pevensie children had left inside of it were missing.
And just for a moment, it seemed to her that a cool gust of air brushed her face, coming from the darkness beyond where the missing coats used to hang.
#oh also I want to clarify just in case - the 'offerings' left by the pevensies aren't meant to be anything weird#they're just little mementos that were special to them that they left there in case the wardrobe ever opened again#so whoever was on the other side could find them and maybe it would be somebody they'd known and loved during their time in narnia#i do have someone in mind who found the items but I'll leave whoever it is up to you :)#i just thought it would be nice for them to have a way of saying goodbye to the narnia they knew/creatures they loved during the golden age#sort of a way to let go of it and also leave something behind as a memory#narnia#tcon#the chronicles of narnia#lucy pevensie#peter pevensie#susan pevensie#edmund pevensie#mrs macready#digory kirke#the lion the witch and the wardrobe#cs lewis#ramblings from the void
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the mcrib is back
#i was writing a fic - yes#about wade's relationship with the mcrib#and as if by god the mcrib returned#i do not dine at the golden arches but wade's profound emotional relationship with mcdonalds foods in the fanficiton i write is.#very dear to me.#no promises i will finish writing the mcrib fic that nobody asked for .#cable is in that fic so ergo nobody wants it.#i've never eaten a mcrib sandwich. and i feel like i shouldn't.#let wade's relationship with the mcrib be a cautionary tale. it will only end in heartbreak.#we should not fall in love with entities that will come and go and leave your heart yearning.#be it man or. sandwich.#sci speaks#but it is a fun fic about nathan and his time adventures too. wade divulges into all the selfish things he would do.#if he could time travel.#he could time travel to any time period that the mcrib is available.#what would nathan do? if he were selfish. for a change.#would he bend time for a sandwich?#would you?
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saying this as respectfully as possible but. Do not put fandom content creators on a pedestal. We are also just fans contributing to a community just as you are. We have boundary on our own work and that’s it. What I say is not and should not be considered sth the whole fandom should listen to. I’m just a normal ass person ranting about things on my blog. If it does not have a fandom tag for others to engage in, do not make it out to be me trying to start fights or addressing the whole community. Because it’s not.
I’ve said it before and I will say it again, my art, my lore talk, is biased. I’ve never tried to hide that I view Marika a certain way and will always develop my theory following that base assumption.
Aside from translation stuffs and pointing out in-game items, everything else I say you can look at it, agree or disagree, and move on to form your own opinions. Just because I draw stuffs doesn’t mean you get to saddle me with responsibilities about managing fandom expectations. What the hell? I’m a fan artist, I’m the last person who you should look at for “leaderism” (?) WHAT?
I can and will be a hater in my own space, like I know sometimes other artists will just post their stuffs and not engage too heavily with fandom, and for a while I did try to do that here (because I’m already a dramatic ass on twitter), that’s just not me though.
You will get art and you will get my opinions as well.
#asking ppl to [celebrate different takes] is... WHAT?#different takes as in well I think she likes apples and you think she likes grapes. yeah that’s some fun discussion to be have#but different takes as in the fundamental of a character’s drive and personality??? NO#let’s put that down very clear here#I can still read fics where Marika is cold and calculate and manipulative as long as I can see there’re layers to it and the author#set it up in a way that I can see they got her backstory and build those layers based on that#and then there are ppl who literally only portray her as omg evil girlboss 101 let’s blame everything on this cardboard character#then I click back.#and there r ppl who might not vibe with how i portray her and they can ignore me. THAT'S OK TOO. we r in our own space.#it’s as simple as that!#ever since the dlc is out i literally could see the amount of ppl blocking me go up and im just “ok” because i do go around muting ppl too.#that's normal fandom space managing experience. pls do that#lore discussion is for ppl to engage in so u say ur piece i say mine and we can continue or not depending on situation#but FANWORK? leave each other alone or be a hater in ur own space ok?#personal#also where are these ppl who have been defending Marika at... because if u exclude me#and some others i can count on one hand. where are these ppl?#ppl saying headass stuffs about the HS aren't even Marika fans or engage too much in fandom to begin with#meanwhile u can't even find one youtube lore essay that says anything good about her#ppl are even trying to give Messmer's mother position to GEQ for no goddamn reason#like where is this overwhelming support for Marika at cuz as the active Marika stan around im not seeing it
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Silt Verses protagonists // Returning Home
#the silt verses#hi just realized carpenter and faulkner's returning home episodes are both chapter 9 of s2 and 3 respectively#idk what to do with this info#anyway something that makes me deeply emotional about this#just the way all of them return to it#paige expecting to come home to an empty abandoned place. surprised to find what's there. seeing the land as unpredictable.#carpenter knowing of the ruin of her previous childhood home. haunted more by the people she left behind. finding no comfort in being back.#faulkner being optimistic. saying perhaps his home could be a temple one day. this is the safest place i could be he says#(and I can't help but think about faulkner leaving marks before he left his home. so that no one else could find a home there.)#(both paige and faulkner returning home when they have no where else to go)#hayward looking up at his old home fondly. there's nothing left for him there. nothing he can find that he doesn't already have.#let her have the lie of me he says.
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logan on that plane when the divorcees started arguing had to have been AT LEAST one of his top 20 worst moments in life if not at least one of the most awkward like imagine not liking flying in the first place and then the plane starts being crumpled like tin foil once the metallokinetic gets frustrated and now we're all nosediving towards the middle of the ocean
#xmen#xmen dofp#xmen days of future past#erik lehnsherr#magneto#wolverine#logan howlett#snap chats#logan gotta act cool bout it all 'so youve always been an asshole' boy i know youre like three seconds away from a heart attack#man said he was the wrong guy for this but frankly if he could sit through all of that and keep going i think he's fine enough really#i wouldve checked out after that but im just not built for that kinda stress !!!#like in THREE MOVIES IM P SURE we've seen this mate be a lil nauseous at the idea of flyin for one reason or another#bro just does not have good luck with planes PLEAASSE#also side note. the stray hank caught during erik's rant i cANT LEAVE HIM ALONE#LIKE FAIR ENOUGH BUT STIIIILLLL LET HIM FLY THE PLANE VLKEJLKAJ#thank you hank for grounding erik so we all didnt have to fish the plane out of the sea
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i loved the part of the book where piranesi resolves to take better care of himself while he's rediscovering his own history. he just has so much compassion for himself! the journal upsets him so he takes a week off and does things he enjoys and then he settles into a safe place when he wants to tackle the subject again. and he doesn't believe The Other when he's told about his amnesia! he values his own insights and his own knowledge of the House even when fucking ketterley is actively trying to undermine his sense of self. piranesi's gentle treatment of himself and the person he used to be is genuinely so moving.
#piranesi#i could go on about his recounting of the times he let himself go hungry and made stupid decisions#but there's nothing in the way of self-recrimination#he just says:#i didn't know then what i know know and i would do things differently#he stands up for himself when he's talking to raphael too even though he likes her#obvs he's got oodles of compassion for other people too#he takes care of the dead. he gives nesting material to the albatrosses. he leaves the herring gulls alone before retrieving the paper#he enters the scary room for The Other. he warns sixteen about the flood. he blesses the prophet#(who does not fucking deserve it)#he writes directions to the statue#even when he comes back he goes and finds poor james ritter#but it's the self compassion that touches me the most
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I'm thinking abt that pretty fall leaves embroidery pattern post and about how like... it is categorically a repost, it's a reupload. right? a thing that is generally disliked. but because it's credited, it's genuinely boosting the artist in question. and it could ALWAYS be like this. reposting content could ALWAYS be a symbiotic relationship, but because sourcing back to the original creator of something is so uncommon, it's just easier to ask people not to repost it at all. and people still don't understand the difference. or they'll go to the effort of cropping out usernames/signatures to repost something, which is More Effort than literally crediting the creator of something you liked enough to want to repost. Like. I literally don't actually care if my own shit gets reposted, you have to understand. I just don't want it STOLEN. But "do not repost" is easier to write on my art than "you can repost this, but don't alter the image/remove my signature, don't you dare write 'credit goes to the artist' because that is not credit, please link back to my original post or someplace that you can actually find me. please use an actual link/url instead of writing a non-clickable link of my username, because making it text instead of a clickable link cuts the number of people who will go to the effort of visiting my own page in Half." All those aggregate themed accounts, those fuckin annoying as hell instagrams and facebook groups that are like "body positive art we love wamen 💕 hashtag feminism" and then MASS-STEAL plus sized art created by women, if pages like these that always go and steal my older self-portraits and other works... If they just put a link to my prints of those pieces in the text of those posts, or, fuck, my commission info page? I would literally be living on the moon right now. I would have a house on the moon
#there is actually nothing morally wrong with running an account that just reuploads ppl's artwork or their jokes or their cosplays#if you just put a VISIBLE LINK in the description of your post with proper credit then it would be beneficial for everyone#because you can get your little clout or whatever it is you want by putting a bunch of same-category content on a page#but nobody's getting fucked over because if your post blows up then people just get FUNNELED to the source#because it's placed so plainly where everyone can see it#and yeah it's better to retweet or reblog but#on the rare occasion that I see my shit reuploaded on tumblr WHICH IS WEIRD BC I MAKE MY OWN POSTS HERE but anyway#someone making their own post where they upload my stuff. and it's always the floral self portraits so let's say it's a post with all those#if I scroll to the bottom and it says like. Artwork by Serglesinner on Twitter <-- clickable link [Sergle's Prints] <-- clickable link#to my etsy#I'm like oh okay and all the anger leaves my body and I'm like ah I see. and I toss the rock aside#like oh okay so you actually care that a person made these pieces. Instead of posting the caption ''women <3'' or smth#like you've GOTTA die if you do that. but if you just link back#or if you go to the effort of writing like a description with a BLURB? like it's a damn museum. like a light paragraph of info#about what the art is and who made it and their links#I am literally sucking you in a strange and peculiar manner. that is extremely helpful#and maybe other artists don't want this AT ALL and they'd rather people not reupload even if it is credited#but I feeeeeeeeel. like 99% of the time this would solve the issue#reposters could genuinely be helping ppl. sometimes the repost gets more traction than the real thing#as long as it credits the creator then that's an okay thing to happen!#that can land somebody a sale! a commission order! a new fan! A JOB#A JOB!!!!!!!!!!#sergle.txt#I didn't write this eloquently AT ALL what the fuck ever barkbarkbarkbark
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Could I handle being known on the level that Andrew Joseph Minyard and Neil Abram Josten know one another? No, most certainly not. But does that stop me from craving a relationship like theirs on every possible level? No, never in a million years.
#my standards are ruined because of them#oh you didn’t stand at my back and promise that I’d never have to leave your side if I didn’t want to?#sorry i dont think this is going to work out#you didn’t choose me despite the agreement you made with your twin brother to never let anyone come between you?#i think im busy friday sorry#you didn’t reach for your gun and find me waiting instead? serving the same purpose but in a new life helping me realize the chase was over#and that i could stand still for a while?#oh i think my friend is calling me#all for the game#aftg#neil josten#andrew minyard#andreil
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What if Jeeves had worked as a page boy at a private boys' school in his youth?
#jeeves and wooster#bertie wooster#reginald jeeves#jooster#haha jeez(#jeeves had this indifferent look on his face#it's like he's embarrassed#or he's not happy about being distracted from his work of a pageboy#although i still don't fully understand what jeeves would do in that position or what his daily routine was🤔#as far as i could tell he was just an errand boy??#correct me if i'm wrong#i have one possible idea how they could have met if that's even realistic#because I think bertie had a strict routine#bertie could have been left in this private school for vacations (some short ones in the middle of the semester)#because of his bad behavior (maybe he misbehaved on purpose because he didn't want to go back home to angry aunt agatha)#or his bad studies and jeeves would have continued to work during the vacations because ?he is the staff?#oh my god i just googled eton college uniforms and#they wore cylinders :3#oh-#they were whipped as punishment-#okay well let's just leave it like that :']
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"rhaenys could have ended the war by dracarysing all the greens right there" yes because a distant relation to the throne deciding to barbecue an anointed and publicly positively hailed king and his entire family who is well loved within the city and in multiple other parts of the country for the sake of the succession of a far-away princess no one was ever on board with who hasn't been seen by the populace in literal years, her psycho husband, her three obvious bastards, and two toddlers from the psycho husband would go over super well with westeros and especially in king's landing where scores of the still-cheering population were killed for no reason by that same dragon who would do the barbecuing, because when targaryens act unilaterally without thinking of how the people would react there's never any problem, which is why the storming of the dragonpit and robert's rebellion were actually just collective delusions dreamed up by readers who hate rhaenyra and not key parts of the story and house targaryen's history that directly contributed to their demise and are intrinsic to the plot
truly team black stans are made up of only the most genius and media literate amongst us
#personal#house of the dragon#anti team black#i mean i guess??#like the crowd was cheering for aegon HARD#and they were always on board with aegon#and the hightowers are a powerful house with a lot of allies#and alicent and helaena specifically were well loved by the people in king's landing and the realm at large#and none of them ever liked rhaenyra or daemon who again have been MIA for basically a decade already#and again targaryens overreaching their power and not taking the people into account#is the reason why their house fell into oblivion and now rests entirely on a FIFTEEN YEAR OLD GIRL WHO IS THE ONLY ONE LEFT#if she roasted the dais the mob wouldn't have even let her leave they'd have killed her and meleys both in a heartbeat#storming of the dragonpit but a couple months earlier#the thing to remember is that i think a lot of team black stans are just kinda stupid#and do not care about the story at all or the actual intricacies of the world and its politics that is so important to the dance#(remember the rumors of rhaenyra mistreating helaena and alicent literally led to rhaenyra's death)#(because it led to the mobs and the storming of the dragonpit and the death of joffrey and her being driven out)#(and thus having to go to dragonstone where sunfyre got a little meal out of the whole debacle good for him)#(along with all of her ten million other shitty political decisions)#how do you profess to be pro-targaryen without even knowing targaryen history and where they erred and how that ended them#like *i* like the targaryens you guys have heard me talk about the conquerors all the livelong day#but i am also smart and i understand the world george created and the concept of repercussions#anyway yeah i am Annoyed at that new daemon clip (wow what a shock something annoyed me and had daemon in it)#(my least favorite character who could have foreseen this)
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I love your designs for them so so so much, your art in general is incredibly appealing!!! Your color works so beautiful, breathtaking honestly!!!
I’m super honored to be mutuals :D
SCREAMING CRYING PUKING THROWING UP WHEEZING HOLD ON HOLD ON HOLD ON OK HOLD ON HOLD THE PHONE THEY THEY THEM THEM!! THEM!!!!!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH I'm sorry this caught me so off guard but omg they are precious this is so so precious!!!;;;;;; 💖💖💖 I feel like I could look at them forever thank you so much!!;;; their poses are so cute and the colours are so nice and warm and pleasant and the fabrics look so comfy I feel so comfy and full of love I'm;;; it's them I cannot believe it's Them,,,, 💕💕
and what do you mean YOU're honoured, your art is absolutely insane I'm the honoured one !!!!!
all of your works are so incredibly done and you're so full of really cool ideas and concepts and you have Such a nice way of portraying all the characters like everything you post just feels so full of Care !!! ;v; the posing the expressoins the environment and colours and everything is just! a chef's kiss isn't big enough, it's 'blows a massive embarrassing smooch across the earth' kiss !!!! ;v; I'm so excited to see everything you're gonna create !!!!
and omg I am especially in love with your WW designs already I hope you have an absolute blast with the game !!! ;v; 💖💖💖
#HOW COULD I POSSIBLY PORTRAY MY JOY AND EXCITEMENT FOR THIS I FEEL SO HONOURED THE LITTLE GUYS;;;#I happened to see this Just as I went to cook dinner and I just stood there tearing up next to my roomie going on about this aaaah dshudsh#to qoute her 'please say something with Words' like excuse me how Could I!?#and the mushroom stew I'm so happy that's such a cute detail and it looks so delicious like the way you can Tell by them it's nice and warm#I feel like I could keep rewording a proper response forever bc I'm so full of love and excitement#and I do not know how to let it out clearly enough#however it's getting late and I will Not leave these in my drafts until tomorrow everyone needs to see them everyone look at them!!!!;;;;#tloz#other people's art#I'm sorry my doodle ended up so tiny I already have stuff on my tegaki canvas so I'm stuck in little doodle land fdhsjdf#I FEEL BAD ADDING SO MUCH TEXT AND STUFF TO YOUR BEAUTIFUL ART BUT I CAN'T JUST LEAVE IT WITHOUT THROWING MY LOVE AS WELL AS I CAN 💖💖💖#ask
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