I was talking with a good friend the other day, and for some reason I can’t recall the conversation led to Fire Emblem. I never played it, so I started doing some research and I found out that the character art in this game
And I met Titania, with whom I experienced love at first sight. So the rest of the night, my friend and I spend it talking about how fucking awesome Titania is, and he suggested I should draw her…
history meme(french edition) → free choice: relationships (4/?) Antoinette de Bourbon & Anna d’Este
The specificity of the relationship
between Antoinette and Anna lies in the fact that the two women became the
pillars of the Guise family, more than the Guise men themselves, and managed to
find comfort and support in each other. The bond between mother-in-law and
daughter-in-law survived the darkest hour of the 16th century, and was so
strong that Anna attempted to recreate it with her own daughter-in-law, though
without much success. Born in a turbulent family, daughter of an outspoken and
daring mother who never feared to speak up at any cost, Anna suddenly enjoyed
the strong mind and sang-froid of the Guise mother, two qualities
that would prove to be not only useful, but determinant in her life.
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“Run.” The deformed command that fell from Jaebum’s mouth had Y/N running for the back door out of their cabin. Fear had overridden logic as she bolted past her shoes and off the deck. The soft earth beneath her feet was a mild comfort as she ran for her life. Forest leaves exploded in color as the sunset washed over them. Oak and maple leaves littered the forest floor forming a radiant carpet of yellows, reds and golden browns. Y/N’s barely covered feet ran over them, uncaring of the wonders around her. She looked to the sky only to see the sun slowly dipping below the horizon. Birds screamed warnings of impending danger above her. Quickly they flew overhead leaving her in their dust. The young woman whimpered wishing she could take flight just like them, to leave and return to Seoul.
Sokcho was supposed to be a beautiful weekend destination for Y/N and her beau. They’d gotten some time off for Chuseok and decided to spend it alone for the first time. Everything was planned, their stay, the touristy shit they’d wanted to partake in and even their last day of lounging. Jaebum was the one to suggest the mountains this far north, said it would “bring them closer to all the natural parts of themselves.” Y/N had to laugh at the irony of that one. Is this how her ancestors felt, running from larger things that wanted to eat them? Fear was a powerful thing, it kept her legs pumping despite the fire in her chest.
As she ran deeper into the woods the trees became closer, the roots thicker and more untamed. Thump. Thump. Thump. Y/N blood rushed in her ears, the birds long gone, all she could hear was the sound of her heart. She swore it was going to pop out of her chest at any moment; until then she kept going, bobbing and weaving through the underbrush. Thu-thump. Thump. Thump. That wasn’t her heart. Y/N broke out in a petrified sweat. She wondered how he’d caught up so fast and whether she’d collapse before he caught her.
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Can you elaborate more on how the Alys-Sigorn wedding was awesome and its like a baby that conquered the world? I just really like Alys/Sigorn and want to hear more about it.
Whew, where to begin? The Alys-Sigorn wedding is IMO a strong candidate for “best scene in the series,” and it’s probably exhibit A in the case for ADWD as the best book in that series (give or take Dany X and the dragontaming). It’s the surest sign that GRRM still knows what he’s doing and that the sedimentary layers of story are producing more powerful moments as he goes. It’s such a narratively dense event with so many resonances that you could spend days teasing it apart. Here’s just a brief overview.
At one level, the wedding symbolizes and enacts the alliance between the Stark North and the Free Folk, presided over by the Lord Commander of the Night’s Watch (himself having been raised in Winterfell, but also having ridden with the wildlings). It’s very ceremonial and ritualistic, GRRM taking his time setting it up and lingering on every detail so you really get what a momentous deal this is: a powerful wildling leader and the daughter of a significant Northern house joining to forge something new. This carries such weight with us because we’ve been living with this bitter divide and the knowledge of how longstanding and entrenched it is for multiple books. Climbing this hill seemed nigh-impossible back in ASOS when Stannis proposed it; now, we see a real ray of hope. And of course, this dovetails so beautifully with what happens at chapter’s end: the horn blast announcing Tormund Giantsbane’s arrival to cement that pact.
This sense of harmonic resolution wouldn’t mean much, though, if it didn’t also extend to the bride and groom specifically. Alys coming to Jon (specifically as Ned’s son) and securing his help against Cregan and Arnolf marks a symbolic reconciliation between Houses Stark and Karstark. Instead of the latter house as an enemy, as they’ve been since early in ASOS, we now see them as a complex family riven by internal conflict, and there’s a chance to set things right. It helps, of course, that Alys is immediately one of the most lovable characters in the story: “Let him be scared of me.” As for Sigorn, his father died at Castle Black thanks to Jon’s defenses, and earlier in ADWD, Sigorn himself opposed assimilation to the point of threatening Jon’s life. Here, however, he brings the Thenns into the larger realm and makes a very moving peace–and of course he, too, is written to encourage empathy in the wedding scene, coming off nervous, awkward, and ultimately good-hearted.
But what really makes this scene shine, undergirding and emphasizing all of the above, is the imagery. It…glows.
And Melisandre said, “Let them come forth, who would be joined.” The flames cast her shadow on the Wall behind her, and her ruby gleamed against the paleness of her throat.
Jon turned to Alys Karstark. “My lady. Are you ready?”
“Yes. Oh, yes.”
“You’re not scared?”
The girl smiled in a way that reminded Jon so much of his little sister that it almost broke his heart. “Let him be scared of me.”The snowflakes were melting on her cheeks, but her hair was wrapped in a swirl of lace that Satin had found somewhere, and the snow had begun to collect there, giving her a frosty crown. Her cheeks were flushed and red, and her eyes sparkled.
“Winter’s lady.” Jon squeezed her hand.
The Magnar of Thenn stood waiting by the fire, clad as if for battle, in fur and leather and bronze scales, a bronze sword at his hip. His receding hair made him look older than his years, but as he turned to watch his bride approach, Jon could see the boy in him. His eyes were big as walnuts, though whether it was the fire, the priestess, or the woman that had put the fear in him Jon could not say. Alys was more right than she knew.
“Who brings this woman to be wed?” asked Melisandre.
“I do,” said Jon. “Now comes Alys of House Karstark, a woman grown and flowered, of noble blood and birth.” He gave her hand one last squeeze and stepped back to join the others.
“Who comes forth to claim this woman?” asked Melisandre.
“Me.” Sigorn slapped his chest. “Magnar of Thenn.”
“Sigorn,” asked Melisandre, “will you share your fire with Alys, and warm her when the night is dark and full of terrors?”
“I swear me.” The Magnar’s promise was a white cloud in the air. Snow dappled his shoulders. His ears were red. “By the red god’s flames, I warm her all her days.”
“Alys, do you swear to share your fire with Sigorn, and warm him when the night is dark and full of terrors?”
“Till his blood is boiling.” Her maiden’s cloak was the black wool of the Night’s Watch. The Karstark sunburst sewn on its back was made of the same white fur that lined it.
Melisandre’s eyes shone as bright as the ruby at her throat. “Then come to me and be as one.” As she beckoned, a wall of flames roared upward, licking at the snowflakes with hot orange tongues. Alys Karstark took her Magnar by the hand.
Side by side they leapt the ditch.
“Two went into the flames.” A gust of wind lifted the red woman’s scarlet skirts till she pressed them down again. “One emerges.” Her coppery hair danced about her head. “What fire joins, none may put asunder.”
This is hope rendered in radiant red and gold; this is what endgame looks like. We saw it, just a flash of it, as their leap (like Theon and Jeyne’s, several chapters later) reached its apex. This leap over the flames and everything that goes with it exists in defiance of the Long Night, in spite of the army of the dead. It’s a fire to circle around, a well from which to draw strength, and a foundation for what comes next. House Thenn’s sigil is appropriate; they represent the Dawn.
aries: a brilliant sunrise, the sun bounding off the endless waters off the ocean, bright yellow and golds reflecting off the blue water. the sun’s rays are playful, sparkling off the ocean water and shimmering gold in the bright morning sky
taurus: a dim, secluded sun will hide behind the large, billowing blue-white clouds, turning the sun a dim, dark blue. but if you stick around and wait for the clouds to move away, a confident, but still a tad shy, pale yellow sunset. the sun will shine in millions of shades of orange and red, before dying out slowly into the edge of the horizon
gemini: a brisk, cold sunrise, the sun wasting no time to begin its ascension through the bright, cloudless blue sky. though this sun will travel fast, and burning brilliantly, it will tell countless stories of adventure and exhilaration before dipping below the waters.
cancer: a soft, but penetrating, dazzling pink sunrise, at some moments hidden behind gruesome, gray clouds, becoming an almost red, furious sun. but at others, a kind, rosy orb in the sky, shining with kindness and radiating empathy
leo: the richest sunset of all the signs, an immense, unfathomable sunset, smoldering a deep orange-red. the heat of this fierce, hot star will prickle your skin, even after it sets, burning with pride and power until it’s no longer visible
virgo: the most delicate of all the signs, this sunrise will be a pale, yellow sun, always covered by the clouds. hardly noticeable, it will provide life to the Earth and light to all, but will allow other beauties of nature to shine, never stealing the attention for themselves, but only there to provide it’s pale, soft light.
libra: a smaller, peacful sunrise, but still beautiful, but giving off the appearance as if something is missing. never alone in the sky. white, swirling clouds, towering green trees and birds of every species will accompany this sun from morning to night. never alone, this alluring sunrise will shine in every crevice and space, giving light to all and leaving darkness to none.
scorpio: a radiant, bright red sunset, the kind that hurts to look directly at it, for it is too harsh a burning. passionate and never-ceasing, its relentless, scalding heat hurting the eyes of those who dare to venture up to the horizon and never allowing anything to dull its shine- no cloud or bird could ever compare.
sagittarius: a mellow, illuminating golden sunrise, so charming that just to take a moment and gaze upon its glistening rays, giving light to absolutely everything,making each and every plant, animal, or human more beautiful and aesthetic than they were before and inspiring others to do what they want in life and giving hope to those who have none.
capricorn: a dim, low sunrise, taking what seems like an eternity to fully ascend from above the horizon and begin the day. appearing to be flawless in color, shape, size, and intensity, it will give off a bright light, but more of a revealing light then a burning heat. this sun will drive clouds and birds away with it’s shining rays that are too brilliant that others wouldn’t want to touch it in fear of it breaking.
aquarius: the most diverse and eclectic of the signs, this sunset will change pace and temperament constantly. sometimes, it’ll be the kindest of pinks, glimmering silently and compassionately; but other times, it’ll be a brutal, neon yellow-orange ball of heat, leaving no mercy to others.
pisces: the most graceful and exquisite of all the sunrises and sunsets, this sunrise will appear slowly and patiently. it will radiate innocence and happiness, peace and tranquility, shyness and compassion. it will sparkle off the ocean water and paint the Earth in such spectacular greens, blues, reds and yellows that it will be as if it popped right out of a fantasy book.
Omega!Hux and Alpha!Kylo had a meaningless one-night stand years ago - back when they were Lieutenant Hux and Apprentice Ren. They never even exchanged names. Years later, when Kylo Ren comes on board the Finalizer, he meets Hux's child - who is exactly the right age, has all-too-familiar eyes, and a Force Presence that /burns/ like the rising sun.
Kylo has never met an omega before.
He’s been told that they smell divine; like the most forbidden of fruits, where biting into one
would mean eternal damnation of the soul for giving in to such a tempting
creature. Their very skin is meant to glisten
with lusts and wants, their needy heatssetting them apart from the rest of the galaxy. They’re rare, craved by alphas and envied by
betas. A true prize, worthy of a budding knight like Kylo Ren.
Mating has never been high on Kylo’s list, not even when he
presented as an alpha when he was in his late teens. Alas, he finds that, on
this night in a tacky bar in a dusty town, Kylo’s needs have gotten the better
He moans, delving back in for another kiss off the pretty
redhead he’d managed to pique the interest of at the bar before he’d offered to
serve him drinks back at his accommodation. Kylo had smugly accepted. After
only a few shots and cocktails, Kylo has the redhead pushed back against the
nearest wall, consuming his lips in a desperate kiss.
“You’re beautiful,” Kylo whispers, tasting the remnants of
their last fruity shot on his partner’s lips.
“So I’ve been told,” the redhead replies, pushing Kylo
away from him for a moment.
Kylo watches eagerly as the other begins to strip, his
nimble fingers unfastening the button of the high collar of his jacket before
And it’s then that Kylo smells
“You—you’re an omega,”
Kylo gasps, taking in the seemingly glowing form of the other, lapping up
every inch of his pale skin.
“Aren’t you lucky,” the omega says, sauntering forwards,
making sure every twisting movement is exaggerating the curves of his body; the
sharpness of his hips, the plumpness of his ass, the perkiness of his nipples. “A
night with an omega.”
The omega is suddenly upon him, chest pressed against the
front of Kylo’s dark robes, his hand rubbing the front of the alpha’s pants.
Kylo gasps, growling, before hoisting
the omega up until his long legs are wrapped around Kylo’s hips and they’re
back against the wall, kissing as though their lives depend on it. Unable to
help himself, Kylo buries his nose in the omega’s neck, and feels as though he’s
The omega already smells of sex, as though heat is
radiating from his skin, but there’s a uniqueness to his scent that Kylo has
never sensed before among anyone. Kylo
picks up the scent of ash, as though the fire isn’t just in the omega’s hair
colour but in his heart too, flickering away, threatening to burn anyone who
comes too close. But underneath the threatening layers of heat and fire, the
omega smells sweet; like a freshly
baked pastry drizzled with a fruity syrup and covered in sugar, just begging to be liked before being
devoured by its hungry customer.
“I’m going to fuck you,” Kylo growls, feeling the omega
shiver in his hold. “I want to see beneath your beautiful.”
“Yes, alpha,” the
omega whines, craning his neck upwards to allow Kylo better access to the hot
underside of his jaw. “Please. Fuck
Lost to the intoxicating magnetism of the omega in front of
him, Kylo doesn’t bother to ask the omega for his name. It’s a fling, a quick
fix for the needs of his inner alpha. It’s the best fuck he’s ever had, but it
In the morning, Kylo dresses and leaves before the omega
has a chance to wake up, feeling that his sexual urges have been satisfied but
there remains a coldness in his chest as he walks towards the door, his heart
even jumping when he hears the omega whine softly in his sleep.
But regardless, Kylo leaves, returning to his shuttle and
leaving the town before the planet’s sun has risen.
What has happened is irrelevant, and Kylo knows he’ll never
see the omega again.
Whether he’s content with that is another matter entirely,
and one that he quickly pushes to the back of his mind before he returns to
Requested by anon: Hey hun could i get
one with charles where the reader has siren powers but like a literal
mythological siren and shes looking for charles for anwers? thank ilove your
Hey, thanks for the request. I hope you like it! xoxo
Not my gif
Warnings: Swears, typos (probably)
Your gaze immediately
found him the moment you entered the bar and you couldn’t help but sigh in
relief. You had been looking for this man for the past few months and always
seemed to have just missed him. For a professor he was surprisingly difficult
to find. But then again, you thought as you took off your coat and scarf, he
wasn’t just a simple professor.
And he didn’t seem to
be alone either, you realized, seeing him talk to the two men seated next to
him by the counter. This wasn’t exactly convenient and you would have preferred
talking to him in private, but you weren’t going to let this opportunity slip
through your fingers, not after having awaited this moment ever since you had
found out about the professor’s… well, genetic situation.
“Hey, baby. How come a
pretty thing like you is here all alone?” You felt and arm snake around your shoulders
and the smell of a very alcoholised and sweaty man hit you in a way that you
were already used to. Drunken men always hit on you. Well, most men hit on you most
of the time. High school had been nothing but uncomfortable dates for you, as
being sexually appealing to teenage boys and simultaneously not being able to
say no didn’t work out very well for you. But it wasn’t just that you were
attractive and it had taken you a while to realize just how far your power over
other people went. Unfortunately you had had to make the experience that
teenage boys wouldn’t always be the biggest of your problems. And that, in your
case, trying to talk yourself out of a situation often resulted into the exact
opposite reaction from what you had been hoping for. You had kicked more balls,
punched more noses und used more cans of pepper spray than you could count.
Request: “Can you do an arranged marriage au with kylo! For
political reasons and at first he’s dead set on hating reader and being cold.
Eventually something happens (I suck at thinking of plot twists) but he
realizes that he actually cares for the reader v much?”
Pairing: Kylo Ren x Reader
Word Count: 3.4k
Warnings: violence n stuff
A/n: I know this isn’t v good but I’m trying to get out of the mental frame of writing for academic essays lol
The murmurs encapsulating the room trickled to silence as Kylo Ren
strode into Ord Mantell’s parliament, alongside his mentor and master. Snoke
kept up with his young apprentice, despite his withering appearance, his
strength and malice radiating even more so than his counterpart. As the
Jedi-killer looked around the room from behind the security of his mask he was
met with empty faces. No one here feared him yet, for they had not seen the
true extend of his powers, having been under the jubilant protection of the
Galactic Republic. But now the senate was as good as gone, having dissipated in
the grand example of the Starkiller’s radiant red beams decimating the core
planets that housed the intergalactic government. He found anger in the fact
that they peered down at him from their high chairs with indifferent faces, silently
promising that they would all pay for their detrimental underestimation.
Snoke held an arm out in front of his student, stopping him in his
tracks before he could walk further. He had been so busy paying attention to
the assessing glares given by the members of your party that he failed to
realise he was standing right in front of you; the core system’s Queen. Well,
you were more of a governor if anything, claiming no real throne, but the
people had voted on the security of a new founded monarchy in crisis-filled
times like these.
He can already feel the exhaustion in his body as he awakens. He’s tired. Emotionally. Physically. Probably more so than he has been in a long time. A direct correlation to the little sleep that the past two nights has provided. But as he forces his eyes open, he instantly moves them to gaze at the cold and empty space beside of him.
He keeps them there for a few moments before he allows them to flutter shut once more. And then as he runs an exasperated hand down his face, his mind falls back to the place it has been so many times before over the past two days.