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How I sit on the chair made of swords
#drew aegon#might also do others#aegon the second#a song of ice and fire#game of thrones#asoiaf#got#house of the dragon#hotd#aegon ii targaryen#aegon targaryen#he might be my favorite on hotd honestly#hes just got so many mommy issues#hotd fanart#art#my art#fanart#went with kindof a combo or book and show descriptions so i could have a face claim but i wanted to make him chubby#traditional art#i find it so funny that he hasnt been mentioned to be cut by the throne yet#rightful king or whatever
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10 years later
#my art#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#jjk fanart#jujutsu kaisen fanart#yuji itadori#fushiguro megumi#nobara kugisaki#itafushi#itafushikugi#jjk spoilers#jjk manga spoilers#least heterosexual group photo ive ever drawn tbh#u have the kings of subtle pda and their judgy lesbian third wheel#this does remind me a lot of the kind of art i used to do jhgdjghdfj#specifically that one furuba main trio piece i did forever ago. same vibe better art#anyway......i tried my best........ i tried so hard#i do not know how old they look . the goal was 25/26 but atp i've gaslit myself into thinking they look the same#especially megumi im so . throws hands in the air in defeat#but idk what else i can do cries at least i like it??? i think???????#i don't know!!! if they look younger than 25 whatever!!!!!!!!#why is it so hard fr me to make chars look older im gna slam my head against the door#maybe its fine. idc <- (lie)#in other news itfs are married fight me abt it . yuuji rockin the right hand ring fr Lack Of Finger reasons#also i am Eating nobara's fit . she might also look a bit younger than intended the more i look at her gDI why cant i have nice things#new hairstyle carrying tbh. i think she would a. grow it out and b. switch the side she parts it on to make Seeing easier#god just take it all tht really matters 2 me is low pony nobara and Rings On Fingers itfs#i did my time in yoi i know how to make wedding bands Work
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I always find it a little funny when the fandom treats "bright one" as an important title when in context it's a lot closer to:
"Hey traveler!"
"Which one?"
"The one in white!"
"Oh! Siffrin, he means you."
Like okay, you can argue it's partially because the darkless hair and cloak could be important to the Island, but it's mostly because The King Also Doesn't Know Their Blinding Name and the easiest way to distinguish the two was to point to the one practically glowing with how much white he's wearing.
#(And also the King doesn't care to know whatever name Siffrin chose for himself. After all it's not like Siffrin remembers their OG name)#(And in context of the Island the King cares far more about preserving who Siffrin is in context of the Island than who he chooses to be)#anyway enough serious analysis in the tags in the funny text post#isat#in stars and time#the king isat#siffrin isat#isat spoilers#right island stuff... spoilers....
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"Well, they weren't the King when I dated them..."
But, it's not ghost king Danny. No no no. It's ghost king (and queen) Jack & Maddie.
#prompts#danny phantom#danny phantom crossover#ghost king jack#dcxdp#dpxdc#This is also how the Fentons find out about Phantom#Look Jack & Maddie were the ones to create the suit & helped so they have just as much right to the throne as Danny#And they might not be ghosts but they're definitely liminal at least at this point#Definitely ecto-contaminated enough to at least have some sort of Core#go with whatever crossover you want lol#semi-redeemed Vlad? morally grey/slowly getting there like a feral cat getting socialized#He's there to be offended & defend their honor
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Okay, "aging userbase" or whatever, but I've had a favourite since I first started using it and that was at like eleven or twelve, so.
#xellafail#tumblr polls#polls#personally I gravitate toward front right#I'll use front left to boil water for pasta and to reheat soup#but front right is king if I'm doing any proper cooking#(including cooking ground beef for meatsauce or whatever)#it's been forever since I've been in a 3-burner meal situation but I THINK my third choice is usually back left#my previous house had a 6-burner stove but the two burners in the middle were linked to each other#and we had a long pancake griddle that fit over them both#so I included both options#I'm interested to see if there are other stove variants I haven't thought of#obviously that'll require this to breach containment but who knows#tumblr likes polls right now so it might! we'll see lol
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i disappear inside myself / my friends don't know it can't be helped
[Pure You - Nothing But Thieves]
#my art#mysme#mystic messenger#v mystic messenger#jihyun kim#ummmm hi guys#^-^#fanart from me?? posted directly to this blog ??? or at all??? Well.#i was looping this song and i had the idea for this and then sat down for about four hours and here it is#im on like day 2 of v's route for the first time AND this song just came out like right as i got into his route yknow#and i was listening to those lyrics like.... huh.....#this soundssss. familiar.#anyway. politely i did NOT think that if i made fanart of this game after returning to it for the first time in like 6 years. it would be V#i adore this song though. and it compels me#i havent ever seen his route before so i still don't know how it ends idk how accurate this vibe even is#i would say try to avoid spoiling me in the tags but im gonna be real say whatever you want kings#i love u mysme fandom thats still around in 2024 you get me#anyway im drafting this at about 3 in the morning and i need to be awake earlyish tomorrow SO.#we'll see when i post this#its been so long since ive posted art i just do nawt make fanart until i get divinely inspired#iffff its blurry please click to see it its supposed to be crisp ^^;#been on this site how long i still pay no mind to their suggested image resolution#OH and by day 2 of V's route i mean like day 6 overall. you understand
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realizing i have. a lot of untapped trauma potential for clone^2 danny because i just Fully Processed Four Months Late the fact that his parents were capturing and torturing ghosts in the basement before he became Phantom. and the fact that he was on house rest for 2 weeks. during that time period. and he wasn't really leaving the house. he could hear their screaming through the floorboards
*points at clone danny* i can give you suuuuuuch a bad time babe ahaha. i've got two untouched years before you meet damian what fucks you up before then
#dpxdc#dp x dc#danny fenton is not the ghost king#dp x dc crossover#dpxdc crossover#dpdc#clone^2#danny fenton is a clone#like i dont even need to traumatize you worse the pure explorative options from this aLONE is enough to feed me for a week.#like. tucks hair behind ear let me shatter you into glass pieces then glue you back together babe. i can put you back together so good.#i'm missing a few shards because some parts of you broke into such small pieces i couldn't pick them back up again so you'll be missing a#few chunks of yourself that you'll never get back but that's okay. you'll still be a resemblance of your old self :]#don't let anakin (me) listen to late night sad songs he makes angst.#hhh imagine being stuck in a house for two weeks where you can hear your parents torturing ghosts in the basement and not only that but#you're the only person who can undERSTAND the ghosts. how many times did he see his parents drag in a ghost with whatever capturing device#they made recently? iirc the thermos was like. brand new in episode one right? but gOD the trauma this alone would cause#nobody touch me im cooking rn i need to think about how this would impact danny. like obvs it would fuel into a developing obsession to#keep his parents away from ghosts and to help the dead but what *else.* i need to refine my becoming phantom ficlet i wrote back in winter#raaa#and like even after two weeks they were *still capturing ghosts* danny just wasn't in the house 24/7 at the time.#*but those two fucking weeks man*#i need to sleep on this first before i make any major moves bc i know im tired but i am having thOUGHTs
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Dc x dp idea: take one of those ‘Danny is Damian’ AUs, take a ‘Danny is Persephone’ AU, AND MASH THAT SHIT UP.
right so start off with the usual: Damian runs away and takes the name Danny, gets adopted by the Fentons etc. right?
When the bats find Damian they don’t find him in Amity no no no they find him in the ghost zone, site John Constantine bs or smth. And naturally this is a ghost king Danny AU so his ass is in full regalia and when asked he avoids the question, because how do you explain to the family you haven’t seen in years that you’re now the queen of the afterlife because you beat the fuck out of a god after you ran away and FUCKING DIED?!
But the bats and they won’t leave shit alone so they dig and shit and find out WHOOPDE FUCKING DOO HES MARRIED. Now make this who you want, I’m going everlasting trio because why the fuck not. TWO OF EM.
So Danny gets hoes and they believe that he got Persephoned or some shit, because not their precious little spawn of Satan, Nuh uh. He’s not dead, YOURE IN DENIAL. They meet the trio through unfortunate events and that solidifies it more that he got Persephoned as in their mind it cruel plant goddess and tech geek pharaoh, who frankly has no thoughts.
Add some flavour and have Sam be called king or something. Because I like to think that the infinite realms base their titles off your perception. Sam is mean and scary and thus king where as Danny is relatively sweet and generally popular among the residents of the infinite realms so he is their queen. And tucker is pharaoh. Duh.
#dcxdp#dc#danny phantom#danny phantom crossover#writing prompts#batman#MORE FLAVOUR ADD JON IN SOMEHOW ON WHATEVER SIDE YOU LIKE#I’ve really not got much to add to the tags right now I think I put it all in the post#Jason: no way he gets bitches he’s being used! (he’s mad he gets NONE)#ghost king danny
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me being so excited for the messy ezran arc i forgot there'd be discourse about it
#anyway him and king ahling are holding hands in whatever they do being justified thank you goodnight#let ezran be messy#(not right. or wrong. but messy)
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i cant find my post about how shocked ace must have been reading the paper and being like “what do you mean my little brother has declared war on the government to recruit the infamous criminal nico robin” but i was just thinking its equally as funny thinking about sabo piecing together his past after marineford and trying to figure out what luffys been up to using revolutionary resources only to find out hes got jimi hendrix on his crew. like. one of his crewmates is soul king. the rock and roll phenomenon who is CURRENTLY touring the grand line. i can imagine him having to double check with robin when she joined up with the revolutionaries just to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating
#leastspecialgirl#one piece#asl brothers#revolutionary sabo#soul king brook#ended up finding it right after i pressed post. whatever
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DC x DP Prompt
Corpse AU
Danny: don’t worry not the first body I buried
Dick who called him about the dead joker in his trunk: that’s so reassuring thank you
#dcxdp#dpxdc#dp x dc#dc x dp#dick Grayson#danny fenton#what if dick beat the joker to death without the others there#just went ham on the crusty clown knock off#and then called the King of the Dead to help him#bc out of all the bats - this guy would understand killing right??#and this happens while 1) Jason is still dead and 2) on his birthday so 3)#Jason hanging out at the Phantom Keep Castle (or whatever) and suddenly his soul??? feels relief???#like tension he didn’t know he had just gone???#meanwhile Dick is concerned about what other body this ghost boy king has buried#and doesn’t grow any less concerned when the boy says ‘oh! myself! :D’
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I’m obsessed with GRRM’s new not a blog post because he’s basically like “I need to hurry up and finish that pesky Winds of Winter thingie so that I can move on and concentrate on what’s really important… the Dunk and Egg novellas!”
#i’m not even judging him or anything#like HE’S SO RIGHT#you get to do your passion project king#what are the dumb tall teenager and his little shit of a squire gonna do next?#honestly jon snow can stay dead for another 20 years or whatever i wanna see bloodraven be horrible on purpose#duncan the tall#aegon v targaryen#dunk and egg#asoiaf#akotsk#twoiaf#a knight of the seven kingdoms#a song of ice and fire#tales of dunk and egg#grrm
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Has this been done yet?
Pov: the king in act 3
And I said...
#i am actually really sad right now#but whatever#isat#in stars and time#isat the king#isat memes#isat spoilers#isat act 3 spoilers
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Whumptober Day 3 - Set up for Failure
Link walked the castle hallways in the dark. Occasionally he could still feel slippery warmth on his fingers, a strange echo of what had transpired. Vaguely, in the back of his mind, he found it odd that it would imprint itself on him so much considering it was hardly his first kill.
Perhaps it was just because it had been a while. Or because of who the person had been.
It had been deserved. But he regretted doing so in front of Zelda.
Nausea overcame him, alongside a mind numbing exhaustion that fought for control. His skin crawled, hair on the back of his neck standing on edge, but his mind was so utterly blank he could hardly put together a single thought.
He felt nothing, really, as he continued to walk. His skin settled. He checked his hands once, twice, thrice. No blood. But he could still feel it, could still hear the gurgling breath as air filled pathways it wasn’t meant to, bubbling and drowning.
He wished Zelda hadn’t been there. But there was no avoiding it. The man had lost his mind, had been threatening her. Whether he’d truly meant it or not was a moot point by now; the damage had been done.
The man’s followers had done more damage than anyone. And Link was still very keen on hunting the rest of them down like the animals they were.
He’d spent the last month in a continuous fury, focused and determined in a way he hadn’t been since the war. It had been invigorating, honestly, and it had brought him and Zelda closer together than ever before.
Now that it was over…
Link paused, world growing hazy and spinning. He felt dizzy. He felt sick.
He wished today hadn’t happened. But what else had there been to do?
It was over. That was all that mattered.
The king consort sighed heavily, deciding that perhaps some prayer would settle his rattled mind. He maneuvered through the castle discreetly, entering the small sanctuary dedicated to the goddesses that was set aside for the royal family.
He hadn’t expected to see Zelda there.
The room was only just a little larger than Link’s own bedchambers, wooden pews lining in pairs for four rows, leading up to an altar where the ancient goddesses shimmered in golden splendor high on the wall. Beneath them was a depiction of Hylia, harp in hand. The altar glowed in different colors as moonlight spilled through stained glass, flanked by incense that slowly trailed tendrils up to the heavens.
Zelda sat on the floor just in front of the statues and altar, a blanket wrapped tightly around her, knees drawn to her chest.
Link felt like he shouldn’t be here. He was likely the reason she was praying, hunched over in such a vulnerable position. The Queen of Hyrule should be seated at the pews, or perhaps standing in front of the alter with hands folded over her heart. Instead, she looked like a child seeking comfort. It made Link feel all the more uneasy.
But no. He shouldn’t leave her like this. That was cruel.
Is it crueler for her father’s killer to be near her?
Ozen’s face flashed through Link’s mind again, nagging at him. He shook the image away, only slightly perturbed that it haunted him. He’d killed hundreds. This couldn’t be any different. It couldn’t.
Slowly, Link walked to the front of the chapel, sitting on the floor beside her.
Zelda didn’t acknowledge him initially. The cold of the stone floor brought some life back to him, trying to push the fog in his head away. He started trembling, catching himself off guard.
“Do you think Farore made us to suffer?” the queen asked quietly, eyes never leaving the golden statues above.
Link watched her a moment, uncertain, and then followed her gaze. The Golden Three looked serenely back at the pair. His eyes traced over the scales of justice in Nayru’s hand, over the flowers blossoming and encircling Farore’s arm, the fire and stone sparking around Din’s fingers.
“I don’t see why that would be the case,” he answered truthfully. “They have no need to make us just to watch us suffer.”
“What if we’re their entertainment?” Zelda questioned almost bitterly.
Link honestly sometimes debated if they even mattered to the goddesses, but the Triforce had chosen them, so clearly they had their favor, for whatever that was worth.
“Farore made us for a reason,” Link settled on saying. “I don’t think she wants us to suffer. I wouldn’t make something to watch it suffer. I wouldn’t want to see our children suffer.”
He supposed, then, that perhaps with that logic Farore had to care at least a little bit. But perhaps she was too removed, too busy dealing with something else – his destiny, once entwined to her graces, was over, after all.
“I suppose our suffering is our own fault, then,” he admitted. “We must be doing something wrong.”
He wished he could take the words back as soon as he’d spoken them—he’d decided to sit here to comfort Zelda, blast it—but he had no way to retract them. He himself had thought it multiple times, wondering why he was the way he was. Clearly it was his fault. He didn’t pray enough. He knew that. It wasn’t as if Hylia wouldn’t help if he petitioned her, even if Farore was too far to reach. She’d answered his prayers in the past, when he still bothered to speak to her.
Zelda was quiet for a long time before looking at the ground, pulling her knees a little closer, eyes staring somewhere beyond the stone floor. “We aren’t the only ones Farore made. We all have destinies, we all play our part. Just because others break the pieces of the puzzle, just because we bleed when we try to fit together as a result… that isn’t our fault.”
The words settled heavily in his mind and heart, and a million scenarios ran through his mind. Ganondorf, ruining everyone’s lives with his selfishness and pride. Ozen, almost destroying Hyrule time and again with his own paranoia. Zelda, constantly using those around her to further her agenda.
Link, helpless and pathetic and stupid, letting himself be hurt time and again, wallowing in self-pity like a child pitching a fit, undeserving of any sort of praise or love given all the idiocy he’d done.
He almost smiled. “I’m constantly reminded why Nayru chose you with her grace. I imagine your explanation is the correct one.”
The pair sat beside each other, each lost in their own thoughts. Link wanted to look up at the statues again, perhaps even to try and pray, but found he didn’t even have the energy to raise his head. Instead, he watched his hands, convincing himself he’d scrubbed off the blood for the millionth time that night.
He probably shouldn’t have killed him. Ozen was no murderer. He may have been brandishing a sword, but he hardly knew how to use it. He may have been yelling at his daughter, but he had never actually hurt her.
How could Link have known that she wouldn’t get hurt, though? How could he have stopped himself, when years of anger and hurt snapped at once, when all he saw was blood and all he felt was rage?
What was wrong with him?
What was he at this point? Had he ever been a Hero? He was no Hero now. He hardly felt empathy anymore, hardly felt anything. Dealing with the insurgents was the first time he’d felt life breathe through him in what felt like years.
Even now, despite how he ached at the pain emanating from Zelda, he could still feel anger and impatience trying to burn inside him. He had the gall to be frustrated that Zelda was suffering like this because of his actions, the audacity to be upset that he had to comfort her after she’d watched him murder her father.
When had it gotten this bad? Why couldn’t he fix it? Could he fix it?
Zelda swallowed, taking a slow, deep breath, and when he looked at her, he could see how she bit her lip to control her emotions.
“I still loved him,” she whispered, barely audible, voice breaking.
The queen of Hyrule began to cry quietly, trying to hide her tears from her husband. Link tensed even further, stomach rolling in protest, heart slamming against his ribs. The frustration boiled to the top and he looked away for a moment, frozen in anger and fear and exhaustion and hurt and guilt, not sure what he should feel, knowing, begging himself to comfort the woman beside him, unable to speak a word.
He dug his nails into his skin until they broke through. It made his body feel like ice in an instant, quieting his mind and heart. He felt sick. This was his fault. He wanted to run and never look back.
Instead, he leaned slowly towards her, wrapping an arm around Zelda, inviting her to rest against him. She started to sob, wrapping herself more tightly in her blanket, burying her face in his shoulder.
Link just held her as she cried. He couldn’t speak for the longest time, but the longer her tears stained his tunic, the worse he felt. The anger dissipated, exhaustion burned away, leaving a raw, raw emptiness and hurt that he couldn’t put any words to, a wound that had scarred and reopened time and again over the years, never healing fully, never addressed, and never leaving him alone.
“I’m sorry,” he muttered, hardly able to get the words out. “I’m sorry.”
Once the words came out, they wouldn’t stop. He apologized over and over and over, images of Ozen, of Ganondorf, of Hemisi, of Merovar, of fallen Sheikah and Gerudo and Hylians, of Lady Impa bleeding on the floor after the attack, of his children watching him, of his own blood dripping down his body—I’m sorry, I’m sorry I’m sorry—
The King and Queen of Hyrule wept bitterly into the night, their cries carried on incense rising into the sky.
#this counts right#King Ozen certainly didn't set Zelda up for success#Link's own trauma didn't set him up for success#so there.#idk I wrote this just to vent and then I was like “wait whumptober's happening and that's an excuse to hurt blorbos unapologetically”#the prompt kind of works whatever#imprisoning war#hero of power#for context Zelda's father had followers that tried to overthrow her years after the war#they hurt Impa in the process and Link and Zelda were NOT happy#they fought back and overthrew the usurpers but Ozen tried one last time to take over#he probably would have never actually hurt his daughter but if he panicked and thought she would hurt him he might have#but Link is a trained killer and does not know how to regulate his emotions#it's a bad mix#whumptober#legend of zelda#imprisoning war zelda#writing
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Like when black people first got the right to vote, do you think their options were ideal …. Let’s build a time machine for you guys so you can go convince them not to vote in the name of political strategy. I’m sure you have a lot of wisdom to impart.
#us politics#politics#donald trump#kamala harris#hey dr king 👋🏽 I know you guys are working on this voting rights act or whatever but have you tried not voting perhaps 🤔#I think that would really stick it to them 🙂↕️
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Very-Morally-Upstanding-Callum: I would do anything* for you.
*terms and conditions apply
#“anything could mean anything right?”#my favourite line of the series so far#doing anything king#i support you!#in case it's not obvious I do think he means that#and god for him#kill some dudes whatever#you can do what you want Callum#i love you forever
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