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#why does she always have silver hair is this Manon or Aelin#wait reading QoS update is this Elena?#throne of glass back cover#Sarah J. Maas#Throne of Glass#Queen of Shadows#Heir of Fire#Kingdom of Ash#Crown of Midnight#Empire of Storms#TOG#Maasverse#The Assassinâs Blade#Tower of Dawn#Throne of Glass series#TOG series#SJM#book cover#book images#character concept#universe fashion#fae#lost queen#Queen of Terrasen#Queen of the Assassins#Adarlans Assassin#Aelin of the wildfire#Fireheart#Aelin Ashryver Galathynius#Celaena Sardothien
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@danderechansworld (Iyumi starter for you!)
IyumiâŚappeared to be lost. She was wandering the sidewalks with a frown, grumbling to herself in thought until finally she stopped and growled loudly. âUgh! I hate this! I have no idea where I am!â she yelled then spotted a person walking her way and pointed at them.
âYou! I demand you tell me where I am and how to get home this instant!â
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the real MVPs of arcane
#my queen#my king#WHY IS NO ONE TALKING ABOUT THEM#THEY LOST EVERYTHING#SACRIFICED EVERYTHING#FOR EVERYONE#HAVE SOME GOD DAMN RESPECT#arcane spoilers#arcane#arcane season 2#ekko#ekko arcane#timebomb#meljay#mel medarda#mel arcane
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I'm never too busy to tell you that you're pretty. Ain't gotta ask me to.
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horror sub-genres: vampire
#sorry forgot queen of the damned#& vampire in brooklyn#horror#horror movies#vampires#nosferatu#dracula#vampyr#near dark#the lost boys#ganja & hess#a girl walks home alone at night#vamp#fright night#bram stoker's dracula#nadja#let the right one in#vampire hunter d#only lovers left alive#blade#interview with the vampire#30 days of night#thirst#what we do in the shadows#leptircia#the hunger#horror of dracula#planet of the vampires#blacula#the fearless vampire killers
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short comic about a queen's peculiar tower activities
(this is kind of unrelated to the rejoice mini comicverse i just wrote this dumb thing in 10 minutes cause i wanted to try horizontal comics pages đ)
#art#artists on tumblr#comics#original comic#ocs#this is based on a true story#kinda#>10 year old me who was obsessed with throwing her toys out the window for whatever reason#i had a lot of fun doing that but was sad cus. i lost my toys.#but my neighbor saw me and told my parents and i got them all back :)#it was just fun seeing them outside#they're always inside!#yea.. this took forever!#queen rejoice#comic#webcomic#original webcomic#rejoice comic#original characters
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Following my redesign of Mal, hereâs my take on Evie from Descendants! đ I wanted her look to be contrast Mal and be a lot more polished since sheâs royalty. I also leaned more into prim and princess-like based on her personality in the movie, but still maintaining dark elements in her aesthetic. I gave her a little skull makeup bag as a nod to the skull in her motherâs dungeon from the original film!
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#descendants#descendants art#descendants fanart#disney descendants#descendants 2015#sofia carson#evie#evil queen#queen grimhilde#snow white#disney villain#disney villains#disney fanart#vks#evie descendants#isle of the lost#villain kids#disney art#descendants 4#descendants rise of red#auradon#the isle of the lost#auradon prep
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so rhaenyra starts s3 with a god complex, believing herself to be the prince that was promised from aegon the conqueror's dream... but hugh and ulf will betray her, mysaria will misunderstand her, coryls will undermine her, bartimos will underestimate her, daemon will abandon her, her people will turn against her and burn her castle and kill her dragon. and when everyone who accepted rhaenyra as queen rejects her, the only person left to love rhaenyra will be alicent, who never loved rhaenyra as queen but rhaenyra as a person ("she was the vision that sustained him [...] it was his love for her that kept him resolute in his choice of heir."). alicent, who abandoned her gods and duty to go to rhaenyra on dragonstone and appeal to the person beneath the crown ("i cast myself on the mercy of a friend who once loved me."). alicent, who's made a god of rhaenyra, not as queen, but as the girl she read with beneath the godswood ("come with me.").
#and rhaenyra won't accept it at first#she'll refuse to believe that she was wrong and that the prophecy wasn't about her because she's lost so much#and i don't know how she will eventually come to the realization that she isn't the prince who was promised#but i think it will be when she's forced to sell her crown and make an attempt at escape (maybe with alicent)#and so ultimately#rhaenyra's love for alicent was her downfall#because a lot of the grievances her council has will be directly/indirectly related to rhaenyra protecting alicent#and rhaenyra's love for alicent keeping her grounded to her humanity while the world around her tries to turn her into an unfeeling queen#and so the love works against the system#because the love cannot exist within the system without everything falling apart#so by taking alicent prisoner rhaenyra is dooming herself to fail at being queen#because in that moment rhaenyra - like alicent in 2x08 - chooses love over duty#hotd#alicent hightower#rhaenicent#hotd spoilers#rhaenyra targaryen#house of the dragon
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Anok Yai as Akasha (Aaliyah) in Queen of the Damned
#anok yai#i am. lost for words.#women are SO !!!!!!!!!!#queen of the damned#halloween#aaliyah#style#<- so i can find this later#heidi klum's halloween party btw theyre not remaking the movie đ
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Prompt 345
Let it be known that none of them actually expected the idiotsâ of the weekâs ritual to work. The summoning hadnât worked for literal centuries- everyone knew it had been sealed away, presumably forever!
(Of course they had no way to know that in the Infinite Realms actually used the term forever as a measurement of time, what with how time itself wasnât particularly linear within. And to beings that could hypothetically live for eternity? Forever was a nice vacation time really)Â
So maybe they hadnât been exactly focused on stopping the ritual as much as they could of been, and by the time they realized it was working, well, itâd been a bit too late then. So yes, mistakes had perhaps in fact, been made.Â
First had come the chill, the cold of the ground as your body was lowered down, the cold of your blood dripping from your living corpse. Then came the shadows, the darkness creeping along their vision as their soul slipped from their body. Followed by boiling heat, flames scorching through their flesh and tearing from their chests like a blade piercing their hearts.Â
The form that emerged was massive, a cloak dripping crimson fluttering in the wind of an unseen battlefield, verdant flames licking at the air and causing the surrounding shadows to writhe. A dark growl echoed through the building, the stone below them shaking while deathly green eyes glowered down at the living with utter contempt.Â
âDo any of you imbeciles know how long it takes to get ghostlings to sleep-âÂ
#Prompts#DCxDP#DPxDC#Halfa Trio#Dark Ages Ship#Dad Pariah Dark#He didnât get a choice about it#The sarcophagus opened and Clockwork dumped the trio into his arms before he could fully wake up#Core bonded before he even registered anything#Look one has blue skin & one has white hair & one has green hair#Heâs like 60% wondering if theyâre actuall his & Clockworkâs & not gettin an answer#Clockwork is having fun acting as queen regent while Pariah takes care of de-aged trio#Gettin to kick the Observantsâ asses while PD accidentally heals his torn core#Look a family-obsession would actually make sense for a ghost king-#he just also buckled under the weight of the Realm without a council#Because he insisted he could make it work as everyone else repaired the at the time#war torn zone from (insert thing lost to time here)#Tucker's ghost form has blue skin & gold eyes#Sam's has red eyes & dark green hair
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The progressive theyâve made represented by handholding <3
just look at the difference in facial expressions:
#and the fact that these r both the penultimate episodes of each finale#I wonder if we will get parallels in sinsmas to Queen Bee#they r so fucking adorable and in love#they are actually soulmates#no one gets them like they do#there is no one more perfect for each of them#the absolute adoration in Blitzoâs eyes#this is the second time heâs nearly lost Stolas (to death)#he is never taking this bird for granted again#he MISSED him#he missed him so much he canât keep his hands off of him#helluva boss#stolitz#blitzo#hellaverse#stolas#helluva boss blitz#blitzo x stolas#hazbin hotel#stolas x blitz#stolas goetia#blitzø
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The Rings of Power 2x08: Shadow and Flame
"My place is here. You know it is." "And where is mine? If not with you?"
#đĽşđ such an ominous parting#AND YET... ELENDIL YOU KNOW WHERE ALL HER STUFF IS.. You've lost your rank and were STILL apparently being freely let into her room...#There's a TvLine article from yesterday about the Narsil scene that says#âHaving already confessed their love for each other Elendil canât imagine leaving without her.â#LIKE HELLO? WAS THAT THE SCENE IN THE PRISON BEING CONFIRMED AS CONFESSION?#either way this also seemed to have heavy overtones of such especially these two lines which are LOADED#mirendil#Elendil#Miriel#tar miriel#trop#rop#trop spoilers#the rings of power#miriel x elendil#elendil x miriel#tropgifs#trop gifs#Queen Miriel#rings of power#tropedit#lotr trop#lloyd owen#cynthia addai robinson#trop 2x08#I like the choice of having Miriel putting on her stoic Regal Demeanour again here she seems to crack a bit when looking at Narsil
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everybody go home. this is my magnum opus
#HELP THIS IS KILLING ME#the original version of this had hua cheng in a âi have a CRAZY wife she hates STUPID PEOPLE and LOVES DOGS and im NOT AFRAID TO USE HERâ#but if hua cheng was at midwestern gas station number 472 in the novelty slogan tshirt aisle#she for sure would get some sort of âyour wife (woman symbol) vs MY WIFE (wonder woman silhouette)â#or âtrophy đđ WIFEâ#or possibly a âreturn to wife if lostâ#or âi have a SMOKIN HOT wifeâ#or âim the BOSS til my WIFE gets homeâ#or â5 things you should know about my WIFE: 1. she is my queen 2. she is a bit crazy 3. she can whoop your ass#4. she says whatever she is thinking 5. mess with her and theyll never find your bodyâ#or âi go to work so my wife can COLLECT SCRAPSâ#or even at worst. â my wife is the PRINCESS the mouse LOSTâ#xie lian would be initially embarassed. but you know her ass would be wearing a âproud PROPERTY of an AWESOME WIFEâ shirts @ heaven meetings#or âiâm not scared of ANYTHING - my WIFE is a CALAMITYâ#which was sold as a metaphor for your wife being mean and powerful. but she wears it straight.#or even âim not GAY but my WIFE isâ lmfao#anyway.#tgcf#tian guan ci fu#hualian#hua cheng#xie lian#hualesbians#modern au#tgcf meme#my art#art#tgcf shitpost#lmao#mxtx
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⸝ The Lost Queen - XVIII ⸝
â summary: You woke up near a military camp without remembering how and why you got there, you didnât understand why they were dressed like ancient Greeks, all you knew was that you werenât safe and you needed to get out of that place as soon as possible. Too bad for you that you found yourself attracting unwanted attention from the Macedonian King and he wonât let you go so easily.
â genre: yandere, dark!au.
â warnings: time travel, obsessive and possessive behavior, murder, mention of torture, kidnapping, angst, fluffy (very rarely), dub-con, eventual smut, pregnancy.
â pairing: yandere!alexander the great x female!reader, yandere!generals x female!reader.
â word count: 2,330.
â tag list: @devils-blackrose, @faerykingdom, @hadesnewpersephone, @mariaelizabeth21-blog1 , @kadu-5607, @zoleea-exultant, @borntoexplore11-blog, @silmawensgarden, @elvinapandra, @jennifer0305 , @his0kaswife, @animetye-23.
â the lost queen series masterlist.
Chapter 18
Roxanna felt restless, as if something inside her was in constant conflict. She paced her room, unable to rest, her thoughts racing around a single issue: her impending marriage to Alexander, the foreign conqueror who seemed to be engulfing the world with his ambition.
Her father had been clear. The union was strategic, a calculated move to ensure the survival of his people in the face of the sweeping changes that lay ahead. With Dariusâs downfall looking increasingly likely, joining forces with the man who controlled the most feared armies seemed not only sensible, but necessary. ''It is for the good of all,'' he had said, with the grave tone of one who made decisions beyond his own heart. But his words found no echo in hers.
Roxanna tried not to let her panic show, but the reality was suffocating. She knew little of Alexander, only stories she had been told; enough, however, to recognize that he possessed a magnetic presence. His face was striking, almost chiseled, and his eyes shone with an intensity that could both fascinate and intimidate. He was the kind of man who seemed unshakable, but the force that drew crowds to his feet also made her uneasy.
The weight of this choice that was not hers was made even worse by the shadow of another woman. Alexander already had a wife. Roxanna had heard whispers about (Y/N), the so-called Lost Queen. It was a name that soldiers spoke with reverence, almost like a prayer, and it tormented her. (Y/N) was not dead, but missing, possibly captured by the Persians. Despite her absence, her presence seemed to dominate. The adoration that Alexander clearly had for his wife seemed to be transmitted to his men. She had heard that Alexander was sending out searches and preparing to invade Babylon, supposedly where his wife would be.
How could she, Roxanna, compete with her, a figure who loomed like a specter in the midst of Alexander's ambition? Roxanna was beautiful and she knew it. Her beauty was surpassed only by Darius's wife.
More than that, she felt an inner resistance to the idea of ââsharing. She knew it was common for kings to have multiple wives, but still, the idea of ââbecoming one of many repulsed her. Roxanna wanted to be more than the second wife, more than a symbol of victory over her people. She wanted to be the first, the only. It was a foolish desire, perhaps, but it was hers.
Still, she knew it didnât matter. The decision wasnât in her hands. If Alexander wanted her, there would be no escape. Refusal was unthinkable. She would be forced to play the role of wife, to fulfill the role assigned to her, whether her heart was in it or not.
She would be ready to give her heart to Alexander. But he... Was he ready to give his to her?
"A doctor has come to see you, my Queen." Bagoasâs soft voice cut through the silence of the room, respectful and controlled. He waited patiently at the door until you nodded, allowing him to enter. His gaze was always firm but affectionate, as if he were measuring the environment around him before taking a step. You couldnât help but grow fond of the eunuch.
"Let him in." You replied, trying to hide the nervousness that was setting in. But the anxiety grew in waves, relentless, as the man entered the room. He carried with him a leather bag and a series of strange instruments. The sight of some of them, with their sharp, mechanical shapes, made your stomach turn. For a brief moment, you couldnât help but think that they looked more like torture tools than healing tools.
You took a deep breath, trying to find calm. After all, this was an order from Perdiccas, who, even without saying it, showed genuine concern. The memory of him hugging you, holding your hand gently, whispering sweet words to you, was both comforting and disturbing. His presence awakened conflicting feelings. Part of you wished he was there, that he hadn't left the room so abruptly. But another part, hurt by the circumstances, wanted distance.
You needed to talk about what was happening. About everything. But not now. You needed to focus on yourself, on protecting yourself and the life growing inside you. At least, until Alexander came to get you.
Your gaze instinctively fell on your hands, which rested on the subtle curve of your belly. It was an almost unconscious gesture, an attempt to protect the life growing inside you. Although you weren't completely sure about the time, you estimated that your pregnancy was already close to four months. The idea was both beautiful and terrifying.
"How are you feeling, Your Majesty?" The doctor asked, his voice grave but gentle, as he took a few steps towards you. There was something in his gaze, a deep green that seemed to seek answers before you could even offer them.
"A little better." You murmured, trying to sound calm, but feeling the weight of your vulnerability. His eyes met yours, and for an instant, you felt disarmed, exposed. The tension in the air was palpable, and the anticipation of the upcoming examination increased the whirlwind of emotions that already took over you.
The doctorâs gaze fell on the discarded sheet next to the bed, where a small but unmistakable stain of blood marked the clear surface. He coughed discreetly, perhaps to disguise the evident discomfort he felt at the delicate situation.
"You were lucky," He said after a brief silence, gesturing for you to spread your legs. The request was direct, professional, but you couldn't help the blush that rose to your cheeks. The idea of ââexposing yourself like that, even in front of a doctor, made your body stiffen with embarrassment.
But you forced yourself to keep your composure, taking a deep breath to push away the discomfort. "Itâs like heâs a gynecologist," you told yourself in your head, trying to rationalize. He was a doctor, after all. It didnât matter that medicine back then was rudimentary, or that you had doubts about the real effectiveness of his knowledge.
Details. Just details.
"Was I lucky?" Your voice came out in a low murmur, with a slightly bitter tone that you couldnât hide. The whole situation felt surreal, as if you were trapped in a game that was out of your control.
And that was probably exactly what it was.
The doctor nodded, moving carefully as he lifted the light chiton covering your body. His gaze remained fixed on his task, professional but intense. "Yes," He replied, his voice deep but calm. "You almost miscarried."
The words hit you like a cold blast, making your heart clench. What had started as discomfort now became palpable fear. You knew the pregnancy was fragile, but hearing it so directly was a cruel confirmation of the vulnerability of this new life inside you.
Instinctively, your hands went back to your belly, as if trying to protect it from any unseen threat. The silence between you stretched for a moment, heavy, as you absorbed what he had said. It wasnât just luck. It was a warning. And a reminder that your body and mind were carrying far more than they could bear alone.
The doctor carefully lowered your chiton before approaching you again, this time placing his hands on your belly. His initial touch was firm, almost rough, and you flinched instinctively, feeling uncomfortable with the pressure he was applying. He seemed oblivious to your reaction, completely focused on his assessment, but you could barely contain the shiver that ran through your body.
"Why are you doing that so hard?" You started to ask, but he held up his hand, interrupting you before you could finish.
"How long have you been pregnant, Your Majesty?" He asked, his voice serious, his eyes fixed on yours with an intensity that seemed to weigh on you.
For a moment, the question took you by surprise. His incisive tone and the way he stared at you made you nervous, but you knew you had to answer. Swallowing hard, you murmured, "I think Iâm four months along..."
He nodded, but his gaze remained skeptical, as if questioning the accuracy of your answer. Stepping back, he seemed to ponder before finally uttering the words that left you speechless.
"I believe you are pregnant with twins."
"Twins?" You repeated in a whisper, almost as if you were asking yourself.
The doctor nodded again, this time with a more serious expression. He seemed to be measuring his words, but he still chose to be direct. "Your belly is more swollen than normal for a single pregnancy," He explained, his voice calm but filled with concern. After a brief sigh, he continued, this time with a darker tone. "Unfortunately, I must warn you of the risks. Giving birth to two babies... Itâs dangerous. Thereâs a good chance you wonât survive the birth."
His words hit you like a blow. Your eyes widened, and the room seemed to close in around you. To die in childbirth. In ancient times. It sounded like a sentence you never imagined you would face. Terror settled in your chest, and for a moment it felt like the air had been sucked out of the room.
You opened your mouth to respond, but before you could utter a word, another voice cut through the silence.
"I suggest you keep your comments to yourself."
It was Perdiccas, his imposing figure appearing in the doorway of the room. His tone was calm, but filled with disapproval as he fixed the doctor with a hard stare. His eyes flashed, as if ready to squelch any further attempts to alarm her. "My Queen is already terrified enough. We donât need your unnecessary comments."
His presence filled the space, and you felt a mixture of relief and discomfort. Perdiccas had always been a complex figure in your life â protective and, at the same time, charged with an authority that sometimes felt overwhelming. Yet his words, even as a reprimand to the doctor, brought a strange sense of security. As if, for a moment, he was willing to carry the weight you feared to face alone.
The doctor hesitated, clearly disconcerted, but bowed his head in deference. "My apologies, Your Majesty. It was merely a warning." He gathered his things quickly, as if to avoid any further confrontation with Perdiccas, and bowed out.
Now, only the two of you remained in the room. Perdiccas approached slowly, his eyes softening as they landed on you. "I will not let anything happen to you," He said, his voice lower and firmer, like a promise he seemed determined to keep.
And in that moment, you allowed yourself to believe his words. There was something in Perdiccasâ tone, in the firmness of his promise, that seemed sincere. Maybe it was the vulnerability that enveloped you, making him an anchor in the midst of the whirlwind of uncertainty. Or maybe it was the old feelings, the ones you tried to bury, but that now resurfaced, stubborn and undeniable, creating cracks in the armor you had built over time.
He was there, close enough for his presence to warm the cold room, and for a brief moment, you felt a security that you hadnât experienced in months. Against all the reasons your mind tried to list, you found yourself trusting Perdiccas once again, as if his promise were a rope pulling you out of the abyss.
Or maybe it was the pregnancy hormones.
You just hoped you wouldn't regret it a second time.
Alexander was determined: he would only take Roxanna as his wife if he had the consent of (Y/N), his beloved and first wife, from whom fate had separated him. He knew that to unite with another woman without (Y/N)'s knowledge and permission would be the same as betraying the deep feelings he still harbored for her. It was a line that Alexander was not willing to cross. Acting in the shadows, making decisions that could hurt or dishonor (Y/N), would be an act he would never forgive himself for. The respect and love he had for her were unshakable, and even in the face of difficult circumstances, he was determined to honor them above all else.
But before any decision about Roxanna could be made, he had to recover (Y/N). There was no other path to follow while she was still beyond his reach. Alexander had already made his decision: he would leave for Babylon immediately. No matter the challenges, he was willing to face them.
He would mobilize his army for the mission, for he knew that no effort would be too great to rescue his beloved. He trusted his generals and soldiers completely, loyal men who had always followed him, and it would be no different this time. When he communicated his determination, he was certain that they would support him without hesitation, understanding that, for Alexander, the search for (Y/N) was not only a matter of love, but of honor.
"Call the generals immediately." Alexander's firm voice echoed through the room. The page, without wasting time, bowed hurriedly and ran off to carry out the order.
Alexander was alone for a moment, but his mind was far from there. He could almost smell (Y/N)'s perfume, that delicate and unmistakable aroma that had enveloped him so many times. He seemed to hear the soft melody of her laughter in the background and feel the gentle touch of her fingers against his skin. It was as if the memory of her was more alive than ever, calling him to action.
Finally, he would be going after her. There would be no more delay, doubts or hesitations. Every step he took now would bring him closer to (Y/N), and nothing in the world could stop him from bringing her back.
''I'm coming for you, my Queen.''
â lady l: maybe a shorter chapter but that's because it's like a preparation for chapter 19 and especially 20. I hope you liked it and forgive me for any mistakes! â¤ď¸
See you a in the next chapter! I'll probably post the next this weekend, though. It's practically ready. đ
Also, expect a lot of drama to come! Alexander is coming to Babylon!! đ
#tlq#the lost queen#yandere history#yandere historical characters#alexander the great x reader#yandere Alexander the great#yandere Alexander the great x reader#long fic#yandere x reader
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#halloween#spooky season#vampire#movie#cinema#horror#horroredit#vampireedit#halloweenedit#videoedit#nosferatu#interview with the vampire#iwtv#bram stocker's dracula#the hunger#a girl walks home alone at night#queen of the damned#isabelle adjani#catherine deneuve#winona ryder#twilight#the lost boys#classichorrorblog#mine
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Scream Queen - Winona Ryder
#horror#horror movies#horror movie#gifs#gif#horror gifs#horror gif#my gif post#my gif#my gifs#horror edit#horroredit#winona ryder#dracula#bram stocker's dracula#beetlejuice#beetlejuice beetlejuice#alien resurrection#my gif pack#my gif edit#gifset#stranger things#lost souls#black swan 2010#the iceman#gone in the night#home front#homefront 2013#scream queen#screamqueen
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