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gary miller astaroth cringe compilation
#faith game spoilers#second pics lyrics are from Little Sisters by ROAR#faith the unholy trinity#faith game#gary miller#amy martin#shes there vaguely#also john too i guess#john ward#my art#oh my fucking god he is so hard to draw
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where are all the 200k word post-day of unity fics where alador is going through a nasty and increasingly messy divorce and trying to help rebuild the boiling isles and also fixing his relationship with his kids but he's also struggling with having his own autonomy again and his own guilt over not being an actual father to his kids and he doesnt know who is outside of his responsibilities of work/family bcus he never had actual friends once he left school and once upon a time alador was the one to show darius there's more to life than what you can do for other people and now darius has the opportunity to help alador relearn the same thing and maybe together they can both rediscover what real love feels like again after years of bitterness
#krav talks#toh#aladarius#dalador#also alador is autistic and amity inherited it from him#and darius simultaneously figures out how to be a safe person for hunter again by slowly rebuilding the trust between him and alador#bcus hunter is also autistic but is more similar to alador on the spectrum than amity#and darius has to like. re-remember how to accommodate in those specific ways so he doesnt make alador OR hunter close themselves off again#but its not dadrius at first bcus hunter is staying with camila#OH ALSO it actually includes camila taking on an active role in her childrens' lives on the boiling isles#like she often goes to visit and becomes actual friends with the other adults in luz & hunter's lives#including darius. she and darius get along quite well. she is like a diluted form of luz's intense and raw Pure Goodness#and she's more grounded and is like the sturdiest tree in the forest and her company is as refreshing as the feeling of human rain#where luz is as bright and as intense as a roaring bonfire in the summer#camila is an ever-burning candle on a moonless night#she gives nothing but clarity and relief. she doesnt burn as bright as her daughter but that doesnt lessen the impact of her presence#sorry i love camila so much.
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Flourish AU - Dragonheart Pirkko - Durmond Priory
Champion of the Caustic Elder Dragon
"Lasting change isn't gentle. It's harsh, abrasive, and inescapable. Either we'll adapt or we'll die trying."
"A better world starts with deciding what we're prepared to lose."
#my posts#guild wars 2#gw2#gw2 fan submission#Dragonheart Pirkko#Flourish AU#with all the sales going on i finally finished her look#she needed the maguuma shoulders + wanderer mask#(the wanderer mask NEVER goes on sale so if you want it you better grab it like Now. no really look at the gemstore history)#(it hadn't even been in the store at all since 2022 and this is the first time it's ever been on sale I Am Not Joking)#the only thing i wish is for a Vlast variant for the Aurene leggies for her but oh well. not every dream will come true.#i really gotta talk about this particular AU sometime tho tbh...#in Regrowth she's afraid of what she is and could become.#in Flourish though? she accepts even the parts that scare her. her power isn't something to fear. it's a tool and a weapon.#the blood of the jungle dragon flows through her veins and Tyria WILL hear her ROAR. her ENEMIES should be afraid.#she becomes the Champion of Vlast for a lot of reasons but the most significant is that they're so much alike.#neither has ever been anything other than the destiny that was set before them... and they don't know who they are outside that context.#they're trapped in roles they were molded for since their first breath. they barely understand the world they were built to save.#and yet... in spite of it all. they continue on. they do what they must. they fight for those who can't fight for themselves.#they're going to figure it out together... because in this big bright bold world they're the only two that REALLY understand each other.#they want to leave the world better than it was for them.#... even if they likely won't survive to see that happen.#the future will be better because it has to be. it must be. otherwise what have they spent their entire lives fighting for?#they don't belong to this world... but they can still build a better one. one that won't need anyone like them ever again.#I have... many thoughts about these two...
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(timestamped) ZOJJA WILL SAY F*CK?????
#talks#also funny they managed to get felicia day back after like 10 years so zojja doesnt have to decompose any longer#they're probably going to censor it like a dragon roars when she says the first. oh hold on no more dragons. well something will happen.#Youtube
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“Reese,” Vengeance of the Moon Knight (Vol. 2/2024), #1.
Writer: Jed MacKay; Penciler and Inker: Alessandro Cappuccio; Colorist: Rachelle Rosenberg; Letterer: Cory Petit
#Marvel#Marvel comics#Marvel 616#Vengeance of the Moon Knight#Vengeance of the Moon Knight vol. 2#Vengeance of the Moon Knight 2024#Moon Knight comics#latest release#Reese#Tigra#Greer Nelson#«yo T» and «oh word???» really got me#and 👀👀👀 I for one am all here for seeing Tigra go on a triple r (roaring rampage of revenge)#despite my own opinions I just think it would be funny to see some twitter dude complaining that they «fridged» Marc#let Tigra spill a little blood…for the catharsis as she works things out#I also jist think it could create an interesting dynamic if her and the rest of the Midnight Mission continue to be at odds
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Kingdom of Ash Chapter 63
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Aedion and Kyllian kept their panicking troops in line as they marched, all the way to the banks of the Florine.
There was no use running northward. Not when the bone drums began pounding. And grew louder with every passing minute that Aedion ordered their legion into formation.
Stalking for the front lines, his armor so heavy it could have been made of stone, the lack of the ancient sword at his side like some phantom limb, Aedion said to Ren, "I need you to do me a favor."
Ren, buckling on his quiver, didn't bother to look up. "Don't tell me to run."
"Never." Close-they were so close to Theralis. How fitting it would have been to at last die on the field where Terrasen had fallen a decade ago. To have his blood soak into the earth where so many of the court he'd loved had died, for his bones to join theirs, unmarked on the plain.
"I need you to call for aid."
Ren looked up then. His scarred face was leaner than it had been weeks ago. When was the last time any of them had a proper meal? Or full night's rest? Where Lysandra was, what form she wore, Aedion didn't know. He had not sought her out last night, and she had stayed away from him entirely.
"I'm no one now," Aedion said, the lines of soldiers parting for them. Bane and Fae, Silent Assassin and Wendlynian and Wastes-hailing soldier alike. "But you are Lord of Allsbrook.
Send out messengers. Send out Nox Owen. Call for aid. Dispatch them to every direction, to anyone they might find. Tell Nox and the others to beg if they have to, but tell them to say that Terrasen calls for aid."
Only Aelin had the authority to do so, or Darrow and his council, but Aedion didn't care.
Ren halted, and Aedion paused with him, well aware of the soldiers within earshot. Of the Fae hearing many possessed. Endymion and Sellene already stood by the front line of the left flank, their faces grave and weary. A home that was what they'd lost, what they now fought to gain. If any should survive this. What would his father make of his son, fighting alongside his people at last?
"Will anyone come?" Ren asked, aware of those listening ears, too. Aware of the grim faces that remained with them, despite the death that marched at their backs.
Aedion fitted his helmet onto his head, the metal bitingly cold. "None came ten years ago. But maybe someone will bother this time."
Ren gripped his arm, tugging him close. "There might be nothing left to defend, Aedion."
"Send out the call anyway." He jerked his chin to the lines they'd passed through. Ilias was polishing his blades amongst a cluster of his father's assassins, his attention pinned on the enemy ahead. Preparing to make a final stand on this snowy plain so far from his warm desert. "You insist I'm still your general? Then here's my final order. Call for aid."
A muscle feathered in Ren's jaw. But he said, "Consider it done." Then he was gone.
They didn't bother with good-byes. Their luck was bad enough.
So Aedion continued, alone, to the front lines. Two Bane soldiers stepped aside to make room, and Aedion hefted up his shield, seamlessly fitting it between their unified front.
The metal wall against which Morath would strike first, and hardest.
The snows swirled, veiling all beyond a hundred or so feet.
Yet the bone drums pounded louder. Soon the earth shook beneath marching feet.
Their final stand, here on an unnamed field before the Florine. How had it come to this?
Aedion drew his sword, the other soldiers following suit, the cry of ringing metal cutting through the howling wind Morath appeared, a line of solid black emerging from the snow.
Each foot they gained, more appeared behind. How far back was that witch tower?
How soon would its power be unleashed?
He prayed, for the sake of his soldiers, that it would be quick, and relatively painless. That they would not know much fear before they were blasted into ashes.
The Bane didn't clash their swords on their shields this time.
There was only the marching of Morath, and the drums.
Had they gone to Orynth when Darrow demanded, they would have made it. Had time to cross the bridge, or take the northern route.
This defeat, these deaths, rested upon his shoulders alone.
Down the line, motion caught his eye-just as a fuzzy, massive head poked between Prince Galan and one of his remaining soldiers. A ghost leopard.
Green eyes slid toward him, drained and bleak.
Aedion looked away first. This would be bad enough without knowing she was here. That Lysandra would undoubtedly stay until she, too, fell.
He prayed he went first. So he wouldn't witness it.
Morath drew close enough that Ren's order to the archers rang out.
Arrows flew, fading into the snows.
Morath sent an answering volley that blotted out the watery light.
"We fight as one," Aedion called down the line, "We die as one."
A horn blared from deep within the enemy ranks. Morath began its all-out run on their front line.
Aedion's boots dug into the mud as he braced his shield arm. Like it could possibly hold back the tide stretching into the horizon.
He counted his breaths, knowing they were limited. A ghost leopard's snarl ripped down the line, a challenge to the charging army.
Fifty feet. Ren's archers still fired fewer and fewer arrows. Forty. Thirty. The sword in his hand was no equal to the ancient blade he'd worn with such pride. But he'd make it work. Twenty. Ten. Aedion sucked in a breath. The black, depthless eyes of the Morath soldiers became clear beneath their helmets.
Morath's front line angled their swords, their spears—
Roaring fire blasted from the left flank. His left flank.
Aedion didn't dare take his focus off the enemy upon him, but several of the Morath soldiers did.
He slaughtered them for it. Slaughtered their stunned companions, too, as they whirled toward another blast of flame.
Aelin. Aelin—
Soldiers behind him shouted. In triumph and relief.
"Close the gap," Aedion growled to the warriors on either side of him, and pulled back enough to see the source of their salvation, free and sate at last—
It was not Aelin who unleashed fire upon the left flank. It was not Aelin at all who had crept up through the snow-veiled river.
Ships filled the Florine, near-ghosts in the swirling snows. Some bore the banners of their united fleet.
But many, so many he couldn't count, bore a cobalt flag adorned with a green sea dragon.
Rolfe's fleet. The Mycenians.
Yet there was no sign of the ancient sea dragons who had once gone into battle with them. Only human soldiers marched across the snow, each bearing a familiar-looking contraption, scarves over their mouths.
Firelances.
A horn blasted from the river. And then the firelances unleashed white-hot flame into Morath's ranks, as if they were plumes from hell. Dragons, all of them, spewing fire upon their enemy.
Flame melted armor and flesh. And burned the demons that dreaded heat and light.
As if they were farmers burning their reaped fields for the winter, Rolfe's Mycenians marched onward, firelances spewing, until they formed a line between Aedion and their enemy.
Morath turned and ran.
Outright sprinted, their warning cries rising above the bellowing flames. The Fire-Bringer has armed them! Her power burns anew!
The fools did not realize that there was no magic-none beyond pure luck and good timing.
Then a familiar voice rang out. "Quickly! On board, all of you!" Rolfe.
For the ships in the river had pulled up, gangways lowered and rowboats already at the shore.
Aedion wasted no time. "To the river! To the fleet!" Their soldiers didn't hesitate. They sprinted for the awaiting armada, onto any ship they could reach, leaping into the longboats. Chaotic and messy, but with Morath on retreat for only the gods knew how long, he didn't care.
Aedion kept his position at the front line, ensuring no soldier lagged behind.
Down the line, Prince Galan and a spotted, furry form did the same. Beside them, red hair waving in the wind, Ansel of Briarcliff held her sword pointed at their enemy. Tears slid down her freckled cheeks. The heads of her men lay scattered in the snow around her.
And ahead of them, still unleashing flame, Rolfe's Mycenians bought them the time to retreat.
Each second dripped by, but slowly, those boats filled. Slowly, their army left the shore, every boat that departed was replaced by another. Many Fae shifted, birds of prey filling the gray sky as they soared over the river.
And when there were none left but a few boats, among them a beautiful ship with a mast carved after an attacking sea dragon, Rolfe roared from the helm, "Fall back, all of you!" The Mycenians and their firelances made a quick retreat, hurrying for the longboats returning to shore.
Lysandra and Ansel ran with them, and Aedion followed suit. It was the longest sprint of his life.
But then he was at the gangplank of Rolfe's ship, the river deep enough that they'd been able to pull up close to the shore. Lysandra, Galan, and Ansel were already past him, and Aedion had barely cleared the deck when the gangway was lifted. Below, around, the Mycenians leaped into their longboats and rowed like hell. Not a single soldier left behind.
Only the dead.
Light flashed, and Aedion whirled toward the ship's helm in time to see Lysandra shift from ghost leopard to woman, naked as the day she was born. Rolte, to his credit, only looked mildly surprised as she flung her arms around his neck. And to his credit once more, the Pirate Lord wrapped his cloak around her before he gripped her back
Rolfe let go of Lysandra, offering her his cloak completely. As the shifter wrapped it around herself, he said, "You looked like you were in need of a rescue."
Aedion only embraced the man, then nodded toward Rolfe's gloved hands. "I assume we have that map of yours to thank."
"Turns out it's good for something other than plundering." Rolfe smirked. "Ravi and Sol of Suria intercepted us near the northern border," he admitted. "They thought you might be in trouble—-and sent us this way." He ran a hand through his hair. "They remain with what's left of your fleet, guarding the coast. If Morath attacks from the sea, they won't have enough ships to stand a chance. I told them that, and they still ordered me here." The Pirate Lord's tan face tightened. "So here I am."
Aedion hardly noticed the sailors and soldiers making the quick sailing to the other side of the river. "Thank you," he breathed. And thank the gods for Ravi and Sol.
Rolfe shook his head, gazing toward the mass of Morath soldiers still retreating. "We surprised them, but it won't hold them off for long."
Lysandra stepped to Rolfe's side. Aedion tried not to cringe at the sight of her bare feet and legs, her uncovered shoulders, as the bitter wind off the river bit at them. "We only need to get to Orynth and behind its walls. From there, we can regroup."
"I can't carry your entire army to Orynth," Rolfe said, gesturing to the soldiers massed on the far shore. "But I can bear you there now, if you would like to arrive in advance to prepare." The Pirate Lord studied the shore, as if looking for someone. "She's not here, is she." Lysandra shook her head. "No."
"Then we'll make do," was all Rolfe said, the portrait of cool command. His sea-green eyes slid to where Ansel of Briarcliff stood at the ship's rail, staring toward the field of heads left in the snow.
None of them spoke as the young queen slid to her knees, armor thunking on the deck, and bowed her head.
Aedion murmured, "Let me send word to our troops to march to Orynth, and then we'll sail for the city."
"I'll do it," Lysandra said, not looking at him. She didn't bother to say anything else.
Cloak falling to the planks, she shifted into a falcon and aimed for where Kyllian now climbed out of a longboat. They exchanged only a few words before Kyllian turned toward Aedion and lifted a hand in farewell.
Aedion raised one in answer, and then Lysandra shifted again. When she landed on the ship, returning to her human form and snatching up the cloak, it was to Ansel that she walked.
In silence, the shifter laid a hand on the queen's armored shoulder. Ansel didn't so much as glance up. Aedion asked Rolfe, "How many of those firelances do you have?"
The Pirate Lord drew his gaze from Ansel to the black mass fading behind them. His mouth tightened. "Not enough to outlast a siege."
And even the firelances would do nothing, absolutely nothing, once the witch towers reached Orynth's walls.
#Chapter 63#Kingdom of Ash#Sarah J. Maas#Aedion Ashryver#no spoilers please#first read#read with me#read along#First Read along with me NO SPOILERS PLEASE though warning for post & tags up to KoA 63 & more reacts/notes/quotes in tags below#TERRASEN CALLS FOR AID—full circle moment—only this time they all come & fight to get there WITH THE TRUE QUEEN#Florine!river or person?-Run! Never!-Theralis another book we need-MAKE THE CALL-NOX!-A horn-The assassins all together full circle#Lysandra is Ren-nope wrong theory okay-No-the voice-Ansel-GET TO ORYNTH-Prayed to go first oh Aedion-The army-No-Spatter#downpour bad bad bad no!-We fight We die As one-Roaring-Aelin?AELIN?!-They went and didn’t tell us so they could appear like this!#A PROPER ENTRANCE-on ur left😭-was it Aelin’s scream?no.-Essar-ROLFE-for onceTHANK YOU-CHILLLLS-Dragons-Fire lances#The fire bringer-luck-The bridge-again so many birds of prey-no one left-her hug-I will-who who?-Surprise-She’s not here.-Ravi-sol#The Pirate Lord Heir of the Mycenians Captain Rolfe
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yesterday i was making a very small clay shadow
#but then adhd hit#its just her head but i wanna paint on the eyes.and ear rings#PROBLEM..SHE SO SMALL#oh and i had thanksgiving yesterday that was a thing#but tiny clay shadow is more important#im not very good with clay#ill be like yeas this is easyyyyyyyyy and then i die.#thunder roars
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apparently act 3 is when I need to push through the desire to start playing a new character, because now that I'm there with Iona too, I'm struck by an intense urge to play this pretty asshole
particularly struck by the thought of how fucked his whole situation must be under that armor
like, being born to druids but with no magic of his own, growing up, he never really needed to learn practical skills like dressing a wound, or anything of the sort (what's the point if your mom can just wave vaguely in your direction and whatever issue you have is gone). But when he left and found himself on his own.... given how stubborn he is, he probably learned all his battle- and survival skills by pure trial and error.
I imagine he has a number of weird and wonky, poorly stitched and awkwardly healed old scars, all over his body. Boken many bones, gotten into weird accidents, and has gotten many a bad infection before, too- really, it's a borderline miracle that he still has not only all his limbs, but all his fingers and toes too.
No wonder that he has 16 con to his (currently) 17 dex and his 8 int; without being preternaturally healthy and hardy, he'd easily be a decade dead. nah, this boy is just rawdogging life, smashing his head against walls and hoping that they'll break before his skull does.
i've played him for only like an hour, and I simultaneously hate and love this asshole cockroach of a man so much already
#oc: petyr wildbrook#squirrel plays bg3#I feel like every story he tells about himself is going to be met with at least one “..... okay how are you still alive”#like.... “one time I drank from a river and was shitting myself to death for a solid tenday- got better though”#“oh yeah this is just like that time I fell like 50-ish feet off a cliff- yeah I was fine just broke my leg”#“no yeah i just walked home and set it there; it was fine”#“hey wanna see the gnarly scar from when i first tried to sew myself up? yeah I got roaring drunk first; for anesthesia purposes”#“yeah that's why it's so wonky”#“well that and the horrible infection I got from it but after like a tenday of running a 40°C fever it healed fine”#“yeah i just had to reopen it to drain the puss and it was okay”#“oh it was NOT fun lol but hey it did work so who's the idiot”#Shadowheart will have to cradle his face in her hands and tell him very intently that his mantra#of “if it looks stupid but works it's not stupid”#doesn't exactly work that way when it comes to things like. healing.#plot twist it's not the change in her divine allegiances that turned her hair white#she just realized that this man is now officially her boyfriend and went instantly grey
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the smallest thing can bring me close to tears sometimes
#this is about that tweet that said 'watching the tonys hits different when your daughter sees a star in her mold' showing a black kid watchi#ng lorna performing roar. and i just find that so beautiful. i love you & juliet i love that you represent so many different people i love t#hat you can encourage people and show kids people like them. i love that youre so proud of everything and everyone in the show i love that y#ou dont try to shy away from the representation in the show i love you & juliet i love you i love you i love you#it's just so beautiful. i remember how i felt when i saw queer characters in shows even though i didn't know what it meant yet. i know how i#still feel when i see autistic characters and trans characters and queer characters and it's so beautiful that she got to see Lorna performi#ng that song and oh my god i need to stop typing this because im in public
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kenji the type of boyfie to wear brooklynn's heels for her after a formal event because brooklynn's feet are killing her and she just can't keep walking in her heels any longer
#he's her malewife ok he's legally obligated to give up his shoes the minute she expresses any discomfort#but also i think after a minute he'd be like. oh ok wait these kinda slay ...#brookenji#or#brookji#?#i thiiiiink those two are the most common ship names for them but i think i have them as#but my friends and i call them kenbrook in casual convos#so. uh. yeah they're all over the place in terms of ship names LOL#mango roars
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@drakonprince approached her grace: ❝ I will not wed you. ❞ / from Rhaegar bc I couldn't resist akskakaks.
It is quite strange, the smile now dancing on her lips — — — reflective, and just a touch sardonic ; as though her teeth have sunk into something most peculiar, and her tongue seeks to recognize the flavor. A distant luster sheaths the once-attentive gaze she'd directed at her brother ; she is wandering, no doubt, turning over the cool stones sitting atop memories long buried. In recollection, they stir, rousing from beneath the caked dirt of their neglected graves.
For years and years, Viserys whispered, then snapped, then screamed lamentations, then frustrations, then fury about the timing of her birth ( as though she'd some authority over the matter ). The fool. Yet another fabrication : a falsehood of his own construction to legitimize his resentment of her, and, oh, how she, a trembling and subdued thing, had hated him in those moments. How she, diminished and love-starved and frightened, guttered the feeble embers of wrath threatening to spark to wildfire over the blatant dishonoring of their mother. Those infernal complaints rustle in the wind : ‘It is your fault. You should have been born sooner,’ he enjoyed hissing, and once, when temper flared, she barked, pointing a small, shaking finger at his face, ‘You were born before me, what of your fault?’
Now, slender fingers lift, testing a phantom ache on the smooth, unmarred jaw before grazing, tracing up, and traversing a high cheekbone until they press against her forehead.
And peals of laughter erupt from her lips, melodic and round and full ; they reach crescendo when her head falls back, braids shifting, ringing in time with the giggles. A rather startling reaction! Even Viserion and Rhaegal jerk, lifting serpentine heads from the giant mass of their curled bodies. She nearly tumbles back onto the pile of cushions. “Oh! Please, forgive me. You are not the cause of my outburst, dear brother,” she says, quieting herself, hand falling to her heart, eyes bright with some wry form of amusement. “It is only that I am once again astounded by Viserys’ devotion to ignorance.”
IGNORANCE AND FURY AND SHAME ; those had been his favorite weapons ( and, it was upon the softness of both her body and soul that he reveled in whetting his rage . . . and with her tears that he cleansed himself anew, reeling to unleash himself again ). “He was convinced that I could have turned your eye, but he could not have been more incorrect.” Suddenly, that feeling, that fervent wish to have had Rhaegar at her side rather than Viserys stirs. How different things would have been, she ponders, leaning forward on her knees and reaching to place her hands upon his arms ( in hopes of easing the stern set of his brow ). “You’ve naught to worry about from me, Rhaegar. I've no expectations of such a union between the two of us. We are one in spirit, in mind, in blood, and in heart. With that, I am most content.” A reassuring squeeze, and still, even after all this time, wonder sparks ( he is here, here, here! ).
“That beside, my advisors would have me take a husband whose veins are swimming with the blood of Old Ghis,” she quiets, softening her timbre ; violet meets indigo when she frowns. “What would our countrymen do — — — if I ascended the throne with Hizdahr zo Loraq at my side? Would they scorn me?”
#abuse mention tw#;; YOU SENT THIS AGES AGO BUT !! THE WAY I SCREAMED WHEN YOU SENT THIS !!!!#;; SHE JUST !!! SHE JUST WANTS HIM TO BE HER BROTHER 🥹🥹 HER PLATONIC SOULMATE 🥹🥹🥹 THE ONLY PERSON SHE TRUSTS FULLY#;; IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD! SHE LOVES HIM SO DEEPLY OH MY GOD#;; smth smth viserys subscribing to the very cycle that destroyed THEM ALL & that in turn nearly destroyed dany#;; smth smth dany and rhaegar breaking the CYCLES THAT DESTROYED THEIR HOUSE#drakonprince#♕░░ the roar of the storm ( IC INTERACTIONS )#♕░░ a queen belongs not to herself ; but to her people ( ANSWERED )#♕░░ v. i must have fire in my eyes when i face them ; not tears ( ASOIAF IV )
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wax poetry!
Send ‘wax poetic’ for Gale to work some poetry; his muse is you: still accepting.
She is the fork in the road and a divergence in rivers.
Following her currents, you would take me to sea.
And in the cave of her chest, that ominous empty, he hears and sees a sea-salt wave.
Gale swims. Shadowheart, phantom-woman, seems ever to him a sentinel, a lonely thing in a heartless gulf. Her eyes are deep as midnight inkwells, the hollowness of churches with angry gods, and its bitter prayers now echo in her ribs, confused, wretched, and deeply foul. She smells of the coast, the briskness of oceans, and she is so, so familiar with its vicious battering. You take it loyally. You've sea-deep faith.
Her body is a temple, windows of mosiacs both black and bruised. He worries for her greatly, fears her lady's goals, but Gale will approach her shoreline willingly.
And Shadowheart, he moors her, who prays for you?
She kneels at her tent. Gale watches from his.
#NERIMOI#ASK.#Oh. Ohhhhh. Oh..........#Gale is so worried about her. I think about the line you gave me#where Gale is like well. He knows Sharran followers usually end up robbed or#in worse state than if ever they avoided her call.#And he just...sees her marked and bruised and Shadowheart still follows her#lady despite a twinge of inner turmoil that's roaring ocean like in her. a dark ocean. a sunless one. a cold one. a lonely one.#and she still thinks that love...? It's so many levels of troubled.
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Hi love your works!
I love the Thenamesh zombie au and would like to ask for a prompt! Would love to read some Gil and Thena fighting action against a small group of zombies and towards the last zombies Gil is protecting Thena against a zombie too heavy and strong for her. Some cute fluff at the end maybe?:)
"You need a hand?" Gil called upward, anxiously watching as Thena scaled the higher up shelves for the remaining goods there.
"I got it," she called back down to him, pushing over cans of soup and bottles of water forgotten in the initial rush and panic.
Gil just sighed, collecting up what she sent down and putting it in the cart they'd commandeered. Thena never asked for his help with anything, and hardly ever even accepted it when he offered. Not that it surprised him. It was just part of being so badass, he supposed.
"I think that's it for this aisle," Thena leaned over to at least look at him. She looked around them, "doesn't seem to be much else worthwhile."
"Okay," Gil murmured, hoping that meant she would just come back down to the ground with him. It made him nervous, watching her jump around on the flimsy metal shelves, no matter how little she was. "Do you-"
Thena was already jumping from the shelf to the column, gripping the sides of it and then jumping down the rest of the way. She landed with a huff.
"Right," Gil sighed. He supposed there were worse things than having an amazing, cool, deadly - beautiful - woman by his side in the apocalypse. "We got some pretty good stuff, at least."
Thena examined the cart, tilting her head this way and that at the cans. "I can see why split pea soup was what was left."
"Hey, it's not so bad," he chuckled, taking the can from her hand. "If I find some maple syrup, this stuff will become your favourite meal."
"I doubt that," she at least laughed with him as they headed towards the exit again.
"Maybe I'll hold onto it until we're in farm land again," Gil mused as he walked the cart slowly and carefully--as quietly as possible. "This stuff goes great with bacon."
"I remember bacon," Thena smiled, whether she was reminiscing about the food or something else.
"Should we check the medical stuff?" Gil suggested as they arrived at the main stretch of aisles again. "See if there's anything left worth taking?"
Thena nodded, taking up her knife from her thigh, "meet you back here in fifteen."
"Make it ten," he corrected with a very particular sneer. But it made her laugh as she trotted off in the other direction. Gil left the cart where it was, drifting to the clothes close to the abandoned registers to see if there was anything they might want to take with them.
Not that there was much left, but he tilted his head at a white sweater that looked pretty clean. It was probably large enough that it would be a full on dress over Thena, but maybe she could wear it over her other stuff when it got colder.
"Gil!"
He ran. He ran as fast as he could, already reaching for the handheld axe he'd picked up a few stops ago (his trusty iron skillet was still strapped to his backpack). If Thena was calling for him, then she really, really needed help.
It was a security guard, probably long dormant and awakened by their rummaging around. It was massive, its lurching body leaning over Thena. Her back was on the ground, with only her legs being strong and long enough to keep it off of her.
"Gil, help!"
"I got 'im!" Gilgamesh slid over to her, sliding the handle of the axe against the thing's neck and pulling back. "How's this thing so heavy?!"
Thena laid on the ground, panting after her exhausting battle against the monster as well as gravity itself. "I wish I knew."
Gil twisted his back, tossing the thing aside and wrenching the head off its shoulders in the process. He stepped back, making a face as he eagerly schlupped the remains of it off of him. He dropped the axe, wiping his hands on his pants before pulling Thena up. "Are you okay?"
"Fine," she muttered, although he had a feeling her pride was far more wounded than anything. "I should have been more alert."
"Hey, with the noise we made on the way in, I was sure we were alone too," Gil frowned as she dusted herself off. He kept his eyes on her. Thena wasn't often on the receiving end of anything she couldn't handle, and encounters like this didn't necessarily get easier with time.
Thena inhaled before turning around and pushing her face into his chest and throwing her arms around him. "Thanks for saving me."
Gil wrapped his arms around her delicate little waist, pressing his cheek against the top of her head. She never needed to thank him, especially for protecting her. He would do anything for it--for her. He gave her hip a squeeze, "any time."
Thena pulled back, smiling at him like he was the sun itself. It made his heart feel funny inside his chest. Her eyes travelled down, "sorry. I guess he made a bit of a mess out of us."
"Hm," Gil also glanced down at them, splattered with security guard neck fluids. He smiled though, "I think I have an answer to that."
"Oh?" she voiced her curiosity as they headed back to their cart hand in hand.
"You know," Gil frowned, and Thena seemed to anticipate what he was going to say. "It's not the end of the world if you need my help once in a while."
She sighed, obviously having know that was what he was getting at. She shrugged, "I'm just...used to taking care of things myself."
"Well," Gil corrected, giving her hand a squeeze, "you're not by yourself anymore. So, maybe it's not the worst thing in the world if you learn to lean on me a little more?"
Thena raised a brow at him in good humour. "Oh, so I should rely more on the big, strong man with me?"
Gil blushed, "okay, okay, I didn't say that."
"No, no," she continued through her laughter, "by all means. Tell me more about how you can help little old me."
Gil sighed. He should have known she would get a kick out of his suggestion to depend on him more. But she was laughing, and that sound was his greatest weakness in the world. "Fine, yes, chivalry is dead. Now will you just put this on?"
Gil crossed his arms, turning around so Thena could change out of her messed up tanktop and into the light sweater. He also needed to change his shirt, but he didn't dare open his eyes while Thena was changing. Knowing her, she wouldn't even be offended--just tease him for trying to be a gentleman about it.
"This is nice, Gil."
It did look nice. She looked nice--it looked nice on her. They looked nice together. It...she...pretty.
Thena blinked at whatever expression he had on, tugging at the hem of the oversized sweater that just brushed the end of her white cargo shorts. She rolled the sleeves of it up to her elbows, avoiding his eyes as her cheeks turned pink. "What do you think?"
Gil smiled, taking her hand again to bring her with him to the men's section, "it looks good on you."
Her smile was soft, almost kind of shy. She gave his hand a squeeze, "now, to find something for my big, strong man to wear?"
He rolled his eyes. He was never going to hear the end of this.
#Thenamesh Zombie AU#Thena here like#if I tease him and call him a big strong man ironically#it's definitely just light flirting#and not an indication that I want him to carry me in those arms of his#and rail me in front of a roaring fire#and poor Gil#he just wants to be a gentleman#sweet kind hearted Gil#and his parkour danger wife#ready to fight the world with her bare hands#he is going to carry her one of these days'#he's decided#whether she likes it or not#she is going to let him take care of her eventually#and oh boy#she is going to be so taken care of#Gilgamesh: you are going to feel so cherished and protected!!!#Thena: okay#but also she is absolutely dying on the inside#and even the smallest displays of affection from him
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we are apparently in such a routine these days that the wm doesn’t even ask if i want to walk after work because now it’s: “we’ll talk about it when we walk later”. and, on another level of somethjng, she has literally put it in our calendars for tomorrow evening. girl HELP ?
#she wasn’t in the office at all last week and we are. off to a rip roaring start this week. okay clingy!#she wanted to extend our one on one so she went oh this won’t work earlier. we’ll just do half while we walk!
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Vhaegar is much uglier than Syrax cant believe they did Visenya's dragon like that
No need to pit two bad bitches against each other, they can BOTH be ugly as shit
#personal#answered#anonymous#vhagar's design is the worst for me tho syrax is a close second#'oh but she's old and in the real world animals-' THIS IS NOT THE REAL WORLD#this is a fake world with dragons and blood magic and ice zombies and shapeshifters and giant prehistoric wolves#why can't the dragons just look cool from birth to death#why do old dragons have to be fucking ugly#let them look cool! let her literally look cool and be huge as hell and have a better roar!#vhagar sweetie i'm so sorry
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I JUST FOUND OUT THERES A JURASSIC WORLD EXHIBITION NEARBY AND I NEED SOMEONE TO TAKE MY DINO OBSESSED ASS THERE THIS SUMMER OMG
#might ask my sister bc shes the only one i trust to be nyself with and i get ridiculously childlike about dinosaurs#or i take my autistic friend#😭😭😭😭#been half repressed about my dino obsession all my life 😬#but my parents took me to watch jurassic park in movies when i was like 2 or smth if i remember correctly#and i have been in love since#i remember wtahcing the 3d trex chasing out in 3d at the museum#and my mother tried to make me not watch bc as a 5 year old it was supposed to be terrifying#staring into a trex roaring mouth#but seeing as i see monsters as my true family#i have always loved them#and i was like 🥰🥰😍😍 even back hen ajsgshfhskka#i was chasing the adrenaline even back then lmaooo#i might be autistic#we'll never officially know#oh well#i might never make it to the exhibit#ignore me
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