#lace hold

[satans-knitwear]

Me at any given time: I have the perfect lingerie to match that! 🤔🌹

Treat me ~ Tip Me ~ More of me

[scribeofmorpheus]

One of my favourite companion commentary moments about the Solavellan relationship in dav is when Harding, a certified Solas hater at this point, is like: "Solas is stupid, he had the freaking Inquisitor, the Heral of Andraste!, as his wife and he left to do his silly, elfy, sad stuff anyway! Because he's an idiot. Does he know he's an idiot? He could have been at home, with his wife, in Skyhold, chilling, reading books instead of being trapped in prison! Idiot. Who breaks the hero of Thedas' heart? An idiot, that's who! I still hate him for everything he did to the Titans, but to hurt the Inquisitor too!?"

Meanwhile, Morrigan is like: "Thirsty for Dread Dick even at the end of the world, I see?" when the Inquisitor tries to get people to try and redeem him.

[citruslllad]

friends who beat the shit out of cops together

[sen-ya]

kiss kiss fall in love

[miramelindamusings]

The moment there is a bit of cool weather where I live, all I can think about is rumbelle. I've been thinking alot about Lacey too so here are a few of the sketches I've done :)

[swordmaid]

why is this taking me 626252 years to finish honestly…..anyway…lol I kinda like jaime with bows

[limnologylover]

i have completely lost my sense of scale i think, please look at my knitting, im knitting a lace shawl with size 30 cotton crochet thread and it feels BULKY. what is wrong with me

[babbimetal]

NEW OUTFITS NEW OUTFITS NEW OUTFITS NEW OUTFITS AHHH NEW ERA IS COMING UP QUICK

[satans-knitwear]

I have a few more from this set and I couldnt decide if I should post or not???

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[browniejeane]

Had a dream last night of the Veilguard team sunbathing on the coast of Rivian. My Room (F!Shadow Dragon Rogue who romanced Lucanis), and Neve in their skivvies on the beach with sunglasses firmly in place. Bell tried to chill with them but then Emmrich and Manfred set up a fancy little area with a massive white tent, iced tea, chairs, rug, and books and she just couldnt help herself. Taash, Harding, and Davrin are wrestling in the water. Lucanis isn't sure how to relax and is sipping a thermos of coffee at the edge of Emmrich's little set up.

Assan is fishing. Manfred also manages to capture a truly massive fish and is just toddling around in the background, hissing happily, holding it out in front of him by its tail.

[tenyardstowitchyard]

I am not ready, at all

but the good part of this is that i will not watching it live, because i will sleeping, so i will woken up in the world where silksong have release date or not. Not a big deal you know ?

[ilophilia]

Jinx is the type of person to work at a theme park and pretend the ride is broken on the speakers before launching a bunch of people into the air.

[internet-goblin]

YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES!!!!!!!!

YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!

EVERYTHING I WANTED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

LACE HARDING MY BELOVED!

SHE'S SO ADORABLE I LOVE HER!!!

MY DARLING LACE!!!!

I AM A FAN AND I HAVE BEEN SERVICED!!!

[dirtytransmasc]

[mild tw for marital rape/forced 'consent' its only referenced a little, but it feels necessary to mention it]

imagine Alicent only standing up for herself when Aegon is in the picture. Imagine her talking her son to her chambers cause he's fussy and won't go down for bed and was asking for his mum, and she has him tucked close, blissfully asleep, and Viserys calls for her.

she knows she can't refuse, but she tells the servant he had sent to make him aware of Aegon's state. he still demands that she be brought to his chambers and that the babe go back to his nursemaid. she looks down at her baby, who's now woken due to the disturbance, who is staring up at her with soft tired eyes, a little yawn escaping him.

she doesn't want to go, she doesn't want to be forced to take her husband, to pleasure him at her own discomfort. she doesn't want to leave her son, to have him sent back to bed where he will remain restless and in the care of someone who is not his mother. she had never want to refuse more than she did in that moment.

she hesitates, her facade falters. Aegon is still looking up at her as tears well up in her eyes. he quirks his head at her, fingers reaching for her cheeks as if to comfort her. with a sudden conviction, she takes him in her arms, rising from the bed, requesting a robe and a blanket. when her servant looks at her in question, she clarifies that she will be taking Aegon with her and does not wish to rouse him in attempts to dress him. they look at her with shock, but don't voice the concern written on their faces.

they bring her Viserys's favorite robe. Alicent recognizes it from her time with Rhaenyra and Aemma. she's worn it before, Viserys has made sure the servants bring it to her every time he requests her. she hates the way it feels against her skin, knowing why he makes her wear it. she wraps aegon in his blanket, soft and royal blue, his hands beginning to play with its golden tassles as she tucks him inside her robe, pressed to her chest with care.

even as fear bites at her heels, anxiety churning her stomach, she walks to Viserys's chamber with her held high. she knows she is only asking for her husband's wrath; she knows she should just obey him, but she just can't. her son will not suffer a sleepless night and horrid following day all because her husband feels the need to use her body once more. he will not suffer at his father's hands tonight, even if she has to endure Viserys's anger for it.

she enters her husband's chambers, finding him in bed, in a white night gown, clearly ready to use her; he was never subtle when he asked for her, not even the first time.

she pauses in the doorway, pulling back the robe slightly, making him aware of Aegon's presence. she watches his face fall, barely muted anger. she holds onto Aegon tighter. part of her fears he may hurt her for this disturbance, but more of her fears he will hurt Aegon on her behalf.

"I told the damned servants to take him," his voice is warped and cruel, just an angry scowl of sorts.

"Aegon is not well, dear husband... I could not leave him," she admits before he can say anything else. she puts her foot forward as a mother, hoping to claim mercy from the man who made her one.

he mutters something in response, not quite loud enough for her to hear. she has a feeling she is grateful for that.

"what was it you needed, my dear?" she tries to sound sweet and kind, in attempts to abate his anger, "I'm sure I could still attend to it."

"you know what I wanted," he yelled. it had been the first time he'd truly raised his voice to her. she couldn't help but gasp, stepping back one step, than two, stopping when Aegon began to fuss, curling around him instead.

"Please Viserys, the baby." she ducks her head down to press her against his whispy white hair. her son his huffing, as if about to cry, and she's sure if she could see his face, his little cheeks would be red and his eyes would be crinkled and wet, his lip puckered. she begins to rock him slightly, still afraid to move.

"your'e dismissed," he grunts, but his tone gives it away. she knows he doesn't mean it, the if she leaves she will be in more trouble. she questions staying, calling a servant to take Aegon and giving him what he wants, but decides against it. he would not come before her son, not now, not ever.

"I'm sorry, my dear, another night, when I do not have Aegon to tend to," she forces some cheer into her tone, "he is still so young, so helpless. he needs his mother. I'm sure you understand?"

"he is not the only one in need of you." he had not lost his anger yet. not even for the sake of his son.

"yes, of course. forgive me. only he is not as understanding as you, my love." that wasn't the truth, Aegon was more kind and understanding at a year old, than viserys was in all of his years. "I will leave now. I am sorry for the disturbance."

she pauses for a moment, waiting for her husbands reaction. when he doesn't lash out at her, she breathes a quiet sigh of relief, feeling as though she has evaded a great beast. her heart calms in her chest, slowing from its fluttering and her stomachs stops its dizzing ache. she questions turning and running, fleeing from his presence before he can change his mind, but knows better.

she hurries to his side, eyeing him all the while, each step calculated, avoiding cracking any eggshells, until she is close enough to kiss his cheek. he allows it, and gives Aegon grace when he reaches out for him, letting him play with his finger a moment, before pulling it away, not even turning away fully before sneering. she takes that as her cue to leave, this one being much more genuine than the last.

"goodnight dear husband." he says nothing. she takes Aegon's little hand, waving it slightly, "say goodnight Aegon."

her son tries to imitate her, though unintelligible, as a toddler would. she continues to smile and coo at him even when his father ignores him, not letting him feel his father's scorn, quickly turning towards the door and back to her own chambers.

the second the door is close she feels herself sag, she would have fallen to the floor right then and there had there not been kingsgaurd watching. instead she holds her head high once more, walking calm and steady, like a queen should.

Aegon settles his forehead against her collar, giving a great yawn against her skin. she smiles at him fondly, kissing his brow, earning a tired little giggle from him. it hits her that he is unaware of the trouble he just saved her from. she feels equal parts relief as she does terror; she hopes he never knows, never understands, but is so so thankful for it none the less.

the second she steps into her chambers she pulls of the robe, setting it aside carefully despite the pain it brings her, respecting the memories it carried. she pulls back the covers before smothering her and her son amongst them. he's quick to curl against her, quite tuckered out after their harrowing adventure, even if he was unaware of its true weight. she herself still wanted to cry, but was similarly too tired to keep her eyes open for another moment. tomorrow, she tells herself, tomorrow will be difficult, but tonight you have your son, tonight you have a chance to rest.

so she does, she holds him close, tracing fingers over the gold threaded patterned of his blanket, feeling the shifting of his chest as he breathes and the tickle of his hair against her neck. all is well in that moment. she drifts to sleep at the thought.

[squash-the-dork]

[cannedvampirejuice]

merlin sketches thursdayyyy