#wedlocke

[katfreaks-hidyhole]

Did some cleaning today and found this pic I did ages ago.

Did a Wedlocke a few years ago and these guys were tied together. Gratin the Watchog was paired with Nikujaga the Darmanitan; when he passed in battle, she gained Chogin the Scraggy/Scrafty as a partner. They were all good Pokemon.

[pipluv]

Sagalocke Chapter 1: A New Member

We trained everyone to level 7 before taking on the trainers on Route 202. After that, we explored Jubilife City, where I received a Town Map, a Pokétch, a Fishing Rod and a Quick Claw. Then, we walked to Route 204 to get our new team member.

Introducing Rose Apple, a bashful Budew who likes to relax, how cute. She’ll serve as moral support until we can get her a partner.

[muckyschmuck]

i repentseriously i repent

[brutalitybunny]

true love is something that can be so beautiful. joke stolen from @eelsabound

[the-merry-otter]

One of the consequences of sewing a lot recently is that I’ve had ample opportunity to develop creative swear phrases.

This means I am currently calling most misbehaving objects “cheeseless rat bastard”’s

[rynnthefangirl]

I’m just saying the Greens have a lot of fucking audacity to say that Rhaenyra gets away with everything when Alicent literally stabbed the crown princess right in front of the King and faced zero consequences.

[drakaripykiros130ac]

This is just something that needs to be said:

I have actually seen way too many people post hate on Jacaerys, Lucerys and Joffrey simply because they are bastards (confirmed by the show only).

Seeing this huge amount of people in the 21st century showing hatred for these characters because they were born out of wedlock is troubling.

You can’t just make these types of comments. You do realize how many people these days have kids outside of marriages? Single parents all around, couples who just don’t want to get married but want to start a family etc.

It’s one thing to put yourself in the shoes of characters from a medieval-setting TV show and think according to that time period…but to actually write in capital letters that the boys are disgusting, an abomination etc. because they are bastards…geez, get help.

Next thing you know, we’ll have people going around saying that Aegon the Usurper and Aemond are incredible and absolutely perfect because they were born “properly”. Oh wait…we already do.

[this-world-of-beautiful-monsters]

one of my pet peeves is any attempt in hotd fic to present the driftmark fight as uniquely the fault or evidence of evil in any particular kid/group of kids/color team, like-they were children socially programmed to look down on each other for being girls, bastards, and/or dragonless, were further influenced by their parents' intergenerational baggage, had their navigations of these hierarchies thrown off balance by various forms of extreme trauma, and THEN were given access to sharp objects and living nukes. somebody was going to get seriously hurt at some point, it was inevitable no matter who reacted to what stressor. then the only course of healing modeled by adults on either side of the conflict was bloody revenge, which only exacerbated the issue.

the whole point isn't pointing out extreme moral flaws in these children, it's that they're forced into increasingly violent situations before they can really develop any personalities at all and the adults in their lives are so marked by their own violent upbringings that instead of realizing "hey, our kids being taught to hate each other for the stupidest reasons imaginable resulted in one of them being partially blinded, we need to change how we interact with one another extremely fast before they end up dead" they double down. because hotd doesn't work as a story of good vs evil, despite fans (and show runners) attempting to frame it that way, it's the story of an incredibly sick social hierarchy's self-destruction via how it treats and mistreats its young.

[bastart13]

"Does that FE3H character have a bastard child?" tier list

One of the funniest things my sister and I have done with FE3H is create the Sylvain-Dimitri bastard tier list aka. on a scale from Sylvain to Dimitri, would that character have a bastard child?

Sylvain sleeps around and bitterly assumes every woman wants a child from him, so duh, while Dimitri would be so ashamed of holding hands with an unmarried partner, he would immediately marry them and claim all responsibility on the spot

The Gilbert tier is "they might if they weren't rizzless"

[beetlesanbutterflies]

How do you think Creature proposed? I know we see part of it in the film but i'm sitting her kicking my feet thinking about them running back to the room and Lisa is ready to go, and Creature suddenly stops and she's confused and asks him what's wrong. Is the stitching bad? Does he need another round in the tanning bed? Did he change his mind?

And he just stands there staring at her trying to think of how to convey that he loves her so much and no matter what happens to them, they will not share the same fate of going to the grave unmarried. and in the middle of Lisa trying to decipher all of this he just grabs her bag of peach rings and gets on one knee.

[senatortedcruz]

Totally agree with this but what’s even funnier is getting literal nonstop ads for Saudi tourism on Insta like their reputation is not still Gender Apartheid Country

[darlingpeasant]

This little moment was just so SO beautifully intimate and sweet. The way he immediately takes her hand as soon as he’s sure everyone has left and starts dancing and twirling her around then pulling her close to him. It’s gorgeous, it’s wholesome, it pulls at your heartstrings! 😭 but it’s also just sooo forbidden? If people/to-be couples couldn’t be alone in a crowd without being chaperoned, dancing alone together in a church would’ve put their fellow citizens into a coma lmao

[fulgurbugs]

I just beat scarlet today

[fuckyeahchinesefashion]

mian hua wa wa 棉花娃娃

[green-eyedfirework]

Dick smoothed the silks where he’d been crumpling them and took a deep breath.  He needed to keep his calm.  Even and level-headed.  Not emotional, or hysterical, or any of the other adjectives they lobbed at him in those condescending tones because he was an omega, because he was pregnant, and he had to work ten times harder to overcome the inherent bias to carve out the respect he was due.

He found himself crumpling the clothes again and let go, curling trembling fingers into fists.

Slade respected him.  Slade trusted him.  Dick had to remember that.  He just had to stay calm.

A perfunctory knock on the door and Dick straightened as it opened to let in his guards.  “His Majesty the King has summoned you,” the one on the left said and Dick let out a slow breath.

He’d seen the banners from the window, the shouts, the clamor.  The King was back home, returning after his three-month-long campaign against the outlaws in the north.  Victorious, judging by the sound of his welcome.

Dick didn’t care.  He was just glad that Slade was back.

The tower stairs were steep and unending, Dick was winded by the time they were halfway down and he had to considerably slow his pace.  Even then, he was dizzy when they reached the bottom and the guards didn’t wait for him to recover, pulling him along to meet the King.

The last time he saw Slade, he’d been happy.  Hopeful.  A child would solidify the alliance between Gotham and Defiance and Dick was beginning to believe that he could truly make this work.  That he could build a life here.

And then Slade had left.

And the snakes had slithered out.

Dick took another deep breath to calm his nerves, preparing to face his husband.  He’d spent all morning preparing what to say, what to do if Slade didn’t believe him, how to convince the King that some of his closest advisors had been part of the plot.  Whatever else, Dick didn’t want to spend another night under the same roof as the people that threatened to murder his child and hang him for treason.

The guards stopped and Dick looked up—only to freeze.  This wasn’t the King’s office.  Or their rooms.  Or the council chamber.  This was the throne room.

“His Highness King Consort Richard!”

This was the entire court.

Something cold slipped down his spine as Dick forced himself to unfreeze and keep walking, expression blank to conceal his shock.  The relief in his stomach was souring fast as his heart rate increased, his gaze flicking from the curious nobles watching him, to the blank-faced guards, to the council members with impenetrable gazes, to Wade LaFarge and his self-satisfied smirk, to the King.

Slade watched him approach, expression grave and eye narrowed.  There was no kindness when he looked at Dick, no softening when his eye moved down to assess Dick’s large stomach, no warmth when it moved back to his face.  His face could’ve been carved from stone for all the emotion it showed.

Dick’s stomach sank.

“Your Majesty,” Dick bowed.  “I am happy to hear of your safe return.  I have missed—”

“It’s been a long ride back and I don’t have the patience so let’s just get straight to it,” Slade leaned forward on his throne, cutting off Dick’s carefully prepared opening.  “King Consort Richard, you’ve been accused of adultery and treason.  How do you plead?”

Dick gaped at him.

Suddenly, this felt like a nightmare.  The whole thing, the weeks of being locked away in a tower, his inability to find a single ally, the malice at every turn, and the dangling of hope before it was snatched away.  Dick stared at the King of Defiance, at his mate, and wished desperately to wake up.  Please.  Before the dream got any worse.

“I don’t have all day, Your Highness,” Slade said, a hard edge to his voice.  The tone of an alpha that was used to being obeyed.

Dick opened his mouth, but he couldn’t speak, struck dumb by the shattering of his plans, of his rose-tinted view.  He had never imagined that Slade wouldn’t believe him.  He hadn’t planned for the King to turn against him too.

“How.  Do.  You.  Plead.”

It was Wade’s smirk that finally jolted him out of his stupor, the flash of rage that that smarmy smugness always inspired.  “Not guilty, Your Majesty,” Dick said, hoarser than he liked.  He could feel his eyes burning and he gritted his teeth against it.

Not here.  He wasn’t going to give Slade’s court a show.  Wade had spent weeks laying the groundwork for Dick to be dismissed as a flighty, impulsive, headstrong omega with no thought for duties or responsibilities, and Dick wasn’t going to give him more fodder.

“Very well.”  Slade leaned back, his expression growing further shadowed.  “The trial will be held at the end of the week.  You’re dismissed.”  The noise of the court exploded into mutterings as Dick stared at his mate, at the one person he thought would help.  “Your guards will be replaced,” Slade beckoned forward a couple of his personal guards, as though he needed elite guards to keep Dick from running, “and you will return to your current accommodations.  You must present your list of witnesses tomorrow.”

[awkward-sultana]

(Almost) Every Costume Per Episode + Claude de Valois's pink and white gown with silver embellishments in 3x09,16