#yes queen serve!

[yutamayo]

[doydoune]

bitter roots

alt version for the dum-dums who hate colours (me)

[ninkaku]

oh my god MY SHAYLAAAAA my comms for dazai chuuya n yosano :p @ahrabaki / @yoseno this ones for u happy late xmas even though u alr saw these

artist is @/damianito for embarrassment purposes i'm not tagging directly bcs this is an rp blog but if u see this in the searches. god bless

[bloodurged]

daemon should have been down on both of his knees, but I suppose this will do for now. twat.

[cozylittleartblog]

I absolutely LOVE your art of swatch and queen :> I barely see content of them together thank you for feeding the swatchqueen fandom (which has about 3 members). also ur art in general is just so pretty. pls draw more /nf

more people should appreciate swatch and queen, platonic or otherwise. she is dangerously sillygoofy and they enable her completely. they will Further her sillygoofy, actually. they might be tired of writing and bitcrushing rap anthems for her and smashing fruit for her amusement but will they stop? haha naww. they think the fruit barrels should have glitter in them actually-

[lilyharvord]

When is your harbor bay fic coming out. I am DYING to read it

Please understand as I write the harbor bay fic that the lyrics are definitely not “Heaven is nothing to her” at the closing chorus; but in my HEART, in MY heart, they are. And it works so much better considering I am lying on my floor looking at the ceiling and thinking about how the music slows to just the beat in the back and those words are so clear and it feels like falling when you listen to it, and I just imagine Cal stumbling down the beach to Mare, barely able to make out her outline, before reaching through the sparks bursting off of her like solar flares and taking her hand in his, and her whipping to face who she thinks is Tyton, or Ella, or Rafe, only for Cal to brave the worst of her lightning and cup her face as the wind from the storm she created whips her hair around, and the moment slows until they only see each other’s eyes, and only feel each others skin, and only hear each other’s breaths (Cal’s still recovering rattle, and Mare’s heavy panting as she comes down) and the sky slowly bleeds from dark to watery grey and then it starts to drizzle because Mare let go of the storm and it opens like a little curtain of relief over a bay that has literally been ravaged by Mare Barrow’s vengeance. 

I swear to god, I don’t not support woman’s wrongs, but I do support their right to tear the world apart over the man they love dying. Like yes girly, kill all the sea life in the bay, sink Iris’s battleship, and literally turn the beach to glass so no one can ever walk on it again. Let them know that your heart has literally shattered and you will tear the world apart over the pain of it. 

[stinkygarbagerat]

would like to take some references commissions adk

[averlym]

pleaaase may i have 28 and 29 aramour angst ✨ i crave it

28: “Move out of my way before I make you.” // 29: “You deserve better.” (prompt list here)

click for better quality!

[thedukeofhastingssexyrobe]

I literally had to fight back tears while watching the wedding scene because of princess augusta and charlotte brother' reactions to seeing george and charlotte smile during their wedding.

[rexxmako]

i'm gonna be fr, red one was pretty fun lol. there's a lot to say about it but i'll just put my additional thoughts in the tags. look it wasn't bad but not great either. a lot of the scenes felt dry and the jokes didn't land well, but i liked it, especially with the aesthetics.

altho thanks to gryla i now have "IS IT A CHARCOAL GRYLA OR A PROPANE GRYLA" in my head lmao. (yes and also i think there's gonna be a gorilla)

[slashersweethearts]

every time i ponder the meliwes orb i get a little emo out of guilt. i am so sorry white boy wes n i say this as melina’s #1 defender she did NOT deserve that boy 😭

[wovetalesarc]

❝    . . . daemon    targaryen    himself    once    wandered    through    dreams    in    the    very    way    you    do    so    now.    ❞    from    the    shadows    behind    the    greatest    pillars    that    still    manage    to    keep    dragonstone    held    up    after    centuries    of    war    &    bloodshed    does    rhaenys    allow    herself    to    be    seen    ,    striding across the stone floor in a dress that seems untouched by death , the    light    pouring    from    the    windows    shimmering    down    upon    her    form.    she    has    no    desire    to    frighten    the    young    queen    during    such    stressful    times as she attempts to achieve her goal    ,    but    she    knew    she    had    to    reach    out    to    the    young    targaryen    ,    if    only    to    offer    words    of    wisdom    &        guidance    so    that    she    may    feel    less    alone    than    she    most    likely    feels    now.    to    speak    to    one    another    ,    woman    to    woman    ,    with    no    men    to    judge    or    question    the    power    she    holds.

❝    careful        ,    or    you    may    drive    yourself    mad if you venture around these halls for too long    ,    though    you    have    a    stronger    mind    than    daemon    ever    did. & unlike harrenhal , dragonstone is less . . . off - putting.    ❞    a    soft    smile    is    offered    as    she    takes    a    step    forward    ,    careful    to    keep    her    distance    so    as    not    to    startle    the    young queen    any    further.    ❝    it's    been    quite    some    time    since    you've    entered    these    sacred    halls    ,    mother    of    dragons.    i    doubt    you    remember    your    time    here    as    a    child    before    you    were    forced    to    flee.    it    feels    a    right    of    passage    that    you    find    yourself    here    now    ,    closer    to    your    birthright    than    any    of    us    could    have    ever    dreamed. ❞ another step forward , her dress billowing in the wind despite no wind to be found , her voice dropping to a low whisper , slipping into their mother tongue so easily. ❝ you do your ancestors proud , @dragaryen , but heavy is the head who holds the crown. tell me , what troubles you now , dear child ? what fears do you keep hidden that plague you to walk these halls at this hour ?    ❞

[lexyscross]

A fresh playlist for all the baddies! 🖤

[lady-lilly-gray]

i love shipping magluck

but i might love the fact that both ian and justin have voiced kanda more

[blizzardfluffykpop]

As a Kpop fan now, if you've been here since at least 2021/2022ish~ you've outlived 2 apps. V Live and Universe, congrats, you don't get anything, but you can say you've outlived them.

[demenior]

Happy wip wednesday! More of the Fealty au. What are high seas adventures without at least one really big ocean storm??

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The whole ship shakes as a wave washes over the bow. Jester’s feet fly out from under her. She’s thrown so far that her safety line threatens to cut her in half as it goes taut. She hits the deck. Her head spins, and with it, her focus on the storm wavers.

Hands grab her, pulling her up. She coughs, winded. Before she can speak she reaches out to grab the air, as if she can physically snatch her control back. She feels it anchor in her sternum again, the turmoil and rage of the storm alive around and inside of her at the same time.

“Are you okay?” Eadwulf asks. He has to shout to be heard, even at this distance.

Jester jerks away from him. His hat is tied tightly under his chin, but it’s soaked through and lost it’s form. Despite his coat and hat, he’s waterlogged from head to toe.

When she doesn’t respond, Eadwulf ties off his safety rope beside hers.

“What are you doing?” she moves further away from him.

“You’re holding concentration on a spell,” Eadwulf reminds her, “I’m making sure you keep it.”