#Alice Ant

[emirrart]

06,07,2024

[whennoonelistenstalktothestars]

to be honest, i don't think anyone will ever understand what books mean to me. I know it sounds weird, but you gotta understand that I've been reading since i was 4. ever since I picked up my first "adult" book (thanks Stephen king) I've been in love with books. It's the only thing that's stayed consistent in my life. throught my trauma I was reading. even now, I read as a coping skill. TBH, I'd be dead without books. So I'm sending thanks to these specific books/series

1. Hunger Games Series

2. Percy Jackson + some spinoff series

3. Turtles all the way down + The fault in our stars

4. Radio Silence + Solitare

5. A Man Called Ove

6. Speak

7. No Longer Human

8. You'd be home by now

9. We are the ants

10. Hell Followed With us

[battybaddie13]

🐜🐜

[slavicstar]

sexy ant ladies, my beloved

[luvisia]

this is the true dynamic. to me.

anyways let me introduce you to my favorite outlast characters aka the "did fuck all wrong" squad and their scary ghost demon nightmare machine mascot

[dimalink]

Alice in the Park – ant lost his compass

Alice continues to walk by this little road with autumn leaves. And, it looks like, that she is, something like, is not moving at all. Little road is going and going next, straight casual line, every time. A little road makes a meander little left or little right. Like a little zigzag. It is still the same amazing grass all around. Sometimes, mushrooms. And, she is walking and walking.

And, every event is like in repeat. She walks, wind is blowing. She looks at leaves, they are rising, because of wind and little fly in the air. Later, Alice continues to walk. And, this is continues for some time! Alice thinks, that it is a very long time. Or, maybe, it is very fast. So, it is a situation, it is hard to understand, how much time it takes. And, she starts to feel herself boring.

Just, rapidly, out of bush, someone came out and start to mumble something. Alice does not turn back, and she listens all of these rustling in a grass and strange mumble voice. Alice cannot to get even a word.

A moment later, she understands, who crash into her.

Alice says – “Ogo!”

She say this, because of she was surprised. And, she turns back. But, she does not want to do this, at first moment. And, she, just, thinks to go by this road to its finish. Or what place it leads, anyway. A, now, Alice turns back. Well, she does it, she turns back, anyway. Alice thinks.

Alice says it again – “Ogo!”

At this time, because of one more amazing guest. Or, maybe, it is she, who is guest here. At least, this way green bug speaks.

And, before her eyes it was  - ant. And, he has in his hands a bag, he tries to find something in it. And, he, barely, looks at Alice.

 Ant was big. And now Alice can understand his mumble.

“Well, where is this thing? What place I put it? I need, to get out my compass, and what place I put it? Maybe, caterpillar takes it and does not return back. I cannot remember, where is my compass. What I need to do now…what I need to do now...”, - ant speaks.

“What I need to do now, what I need to do now?”, – ant mumble.

So, these are the words he was mumble. Alice understands this now. What I need to do now, what I need to do now. He speaks this one moment slowly, and next – very fast and, rather, calm. That’s why, Alice does not understand him at first moment. Just like, a whistle of some insect. Really, looks like that. Very similar. Alice thinks.

Alice takes her in hands. And say with a smiling – “Little hello, ant!”

“And who you are? Who you are? Are you a caterpillar? Bring me back my compass, please, in this case?”,-  slowly and politely speaks ant. Now he look at the Alice.

“I am not a caterpillar. What are you thinking about?”, – Alice speaks with a laughing.

“Green and big caterpillar!” – ant speaks seriously.

“It is not you?”, – ant repeats his question.

Alice keeps pause, and keep silence. And she looks at the ant. She never in her life, she never sees such a big and speaking ants. But, she does not start to say this.

“All right, all right. I see, you are not caterpillar! And, you does not have a compass!”, – say with concerned way ant!

“Let`s go together, in this case, by this road!”, – ant start to jump with a joy way!

“So, this attitude, it will be faster!”, - ant speaks.

“And, in this attitude, it is possible to walks here for eternity, if you are alone!”, – ant adds!

Dima Link is making retro videogames, apps, a little of music, write stories, and some retro more.

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[eddie-rifff]

i need genesis fans to open their hearts to ant phillips and his solo work. take my hand. listen to wise after the event. you like open tuning, dont you boy? fingerpicking? something to nod your head along to pensively?

[tbom-addicted]

Sprunki Insects (Vocals)

[yemme]

GOLDEN KAMUY

NINJA... NINJA... IS THERE NOTHING YOU CAN'T DO... DEAD ASS. KENTO YAMAZAKI GO TO YOUR CORNER... RIGHT FUCKING NOW... NOW YOU CAN'T FUCKING DIE... INVINCIBLE... ALICE IN BORDERLAND FAM GET TO WORK, NETFLIX. THE FUCKING INTRO ALONE TO THIS SHIT... FUCK ME. HE SO DAMN GOOD THIS NIKKA GOT ME CUSSIN' ...

[indoraptorgirlwind]

"SCOTTY IN WONDERLAND"

Not turned out as i expected, i think i'm gonna draw on hand next time but whatever, here it is at last. And i'm sorry if it's taking me too long to draw, work is just a hell.

@antvnger

[edsonjnovaes]

A Alice explica quem descobriu o Brasil, mas minha Terra é Pindorama 1.2

A Alice explica quem descobriu o Brasil. Welington Arruda – @welmelo. 16 mar 2025 amazoniajornal – 17 mar 2025 O ENCONTRO ACONTECEU! A Alice é um talento e um carisma em pessoa, decorou minha poesia, postou e eu TIVE que ver ao vivo! Que a nossa juventude seja a revolução! eusoumileny – 18 mar 2025 Paul Williams – @freemonotheist. 15 mar 2025 PINDORAMA É O NOME DESSA TERRA! Alice deu o papo!…

[allycatexplainsthings]

:)

Poll time!

Reblogs appreciated!

[dimalink]

Alice in park – jokes and equations

“Let`s make a bigger grade of spaces!”, – said little ant with yellow little eyes!

“Let`s divide it with two and calculate those certain integral about I speak yesterday! And add it to a equation system!”, – said little ant with red eyes and he walked forward and backward during this.

“It is already not fun! Nothing to smile here already!”, – said little ant with green little eyes. And he starts to flash fast with his eyes!

Alice starts, already, think, that she is going mad. And this dialog never ends. She wants to say something clever. Say something about equations. About integral. And she needs to take on her glasses. But, there were no glasses with her. And, anyway, she does not go clever after this! Something like a black hole.”, – Alice thinks about herself. And she never says it with a voice.

“It is, already, something science. And, also, equations!”, – Alice thinks.

“With this little ants you can go mad or you can learn how to solve equations and make a jokes!”, – start to think Alice.

Little ant with red eyes stops to make a smile and says – “This is not funny! This no little ant understands nothing in equations. And understands nothing about any theories., And knows nothing about jokes!”.

“It is not fun absolutely! Without jokes and equation to live! You are very sad!”, – said little ant with yellow eyes.

Little ant with green eyes says – “You have few of little hands! And you do not have antennas at your head. Of course, you understand nothing about equations and jokes!”.

Little ant says with a funny way and wave a two hands towards Alice – “Let1s be friends, no little ant you are! But, we want to continue to solve equations and make a jokes! We will go back to the bush! There are lots of bush and leaves. It is more interesting for us!”.

Alice shakes two hands. Little ants fast forget about Alice and start to laughing again. Next. Someone says a word about integral. And they return to the bush again. Where they were sitting before. And they have a talk. And they, all the time, make a rustle there. And they move there. And laughing. And sometimes they speak about equations at the sigh.

Dima Link is making retro videogames, apps, a little of music, write stories, and some retro more.

WEBSITE: http://www.dimalink.tv-games.ru/home_eng.html ITCHIO: https://dimalink.itch.io/

TUMBLR: https://dimalink.tumblr.com/ BLOGGER: https://dimalinkeng.blogspot.com/ MASTODON: https://mastodon.social/@DimaLink

[idkwhyyouaskingm3-blog]

It's interesting to me that when watching tma the domains Jon and Martin walked through all fit into the smirk fears but this one was such an amalgamation of them even though it was from the og tma universe.

Obviously they said that it was all an ants point of view but it really does make you think that the reason the fears ended up being the fears was because some dude decided they were and enough people believed it that it became true. Obviously Sam and Alice hadn't heard of the fears so the domain didn't fit into a category as comfortably

[malevessel]

I don't remember much about the possession.

I only know that I gave up. I betrayed my family, my brother and I gave up. I stopped fighting. I was very tired, not only from trying to expel my possessor, but from seeing how he harmed my family. He hit my brother when he started to dig deeper into my strange behavior. He insulted my mother and almost beat up my father. I couldn't take it anymore and gave up. Because I'm a coward

Sometimes I have flashes of what he does with my body. Small moments of lucidity, produced by some failure in his control. Yesterday, I think it was yesterday, I saw how he fucked a girl in a bed that I didn't know. God, Alice, I betrayed her too.

I don't feel pain, I don't feel anything he does, but the restlessness of being locked in your body, in your own mind, is more than enough torture.

A sharp pain in my eyes wakes me up and I slowly open them, blinded by the bright light of the sun. "I can move" is the first thought that comes to my mind. "I feel my body" is the second.

I try to stand up a little, failing due to lack of practice using my body, I don't know how much time has passed. I am in a large room, a hospital, and through the window I can see the bay of my city. At the side of the bed, there is an armchair, and my brother is asleep in it.

Anton, Ant!!! My voice feels different, deeper and more masculine. My brother wakes up and when he looks at me and sees that I'm awake, he screams. Mom, dad, he's woken up!!!

The next moment, a warm and aggressive hug was suffocating me, and my family was on top of me. My mother and my brother crying, and my father about to join in the crying too.

I'm sorry. It's the only sentence that comes out of my mouth. My mother is the first to speak. It's okay, honey. He's gone, he's not going to do anything to you anymore, not anymore

Then my brother. It's my fault Paul, I should have realized it sooner, I should have saved you......

I didn't really know what to say. The following hours my parents and my brother told me everything that had happened.

Five months had passed. Bob, my possessor, had sneaked into my house one night, through my window. The police assumed that he made the possession there. At first it was subtle, my parents and my brother noticed that something was wrong, but little did they know that a dangerous criminal had impersonated their son. The days passed and "my" behavior became erratic, increasingly evident that something was very, very wrong. In the end, my parents had no choice but to throw me out of the house, or Bob, and report me to the police. I was a danger to them. That was only during the first month, but they didn't know anything else about me, except for some information that Anton found out. It seems that Bob started a drug trafficking business again, with my body. They received no more news until a week ago when a police officer, more precisely Detective Sheila Mille, called my parents' house and explained the situation to them. The police were not sure that I was possessed, but for my family there was no doubt.

All the helplessness they felt during those months turned into anger, anger towards Bob, and hope, hope that I, their son, was still somewhere.

At my request, we talked again and stayed like that for a few more hours.

The police came to take my statement a few hours later, and when they left, Detective Sheila arrived, and with my family's permission, explained the situation to me, who Bob was, and why he could do what he did. I honestly couldn't understand much of what he was saying.

A few hours later I was discharged from the hospital and went home. While my parents prepared dinner, Anton and I met in my room. I needed to apologize

I'm sorry, I gave up, I couldn't do anything and you paid the price.

You don't have to apologize, Paul. In any case, it is my fault, for not having trusted my instincts, my heart that kept telling me that the person in front of me was not my brother.

When we finished talking, we had dinner as a family and when I returned to my room, I noticed it. A pain that was not pain. An anguish. My brother came through the door and threw something into my hands, a pack of cigarettes.

What the hell are you doing? I don't smoke

You don't, but Bob does. And he smoked every day for the five months he was in you. It's horrible and you're going to leave it as soon as possible, but not today. Today you have too many things on your mind to worry about that.

Before I could say anything else, the cigarette was already lit, and I was already smoking. This shit hit hard, it was going to be difficult to quit.

...........

The next morning I got up early and wanting to get back into my routine, I got ready to go to the gym. I hesitated whether to take the cigarettes or not and in the end decided not to, without realizing that I had already put them in my backpack without thinking about it.

......

This is going to continue

[novaursa]

Hi Novaursa! I saw that you are taking in requests. Can I make one with Targaryen!Reader (supports team black) and Gwayne Hightower? They had a feelings with each other but they don't act on it (at least on public).They are now in the battlefield and must fight each other.

Divided Banners

- Summary: When the Dance came you picked your half-sister. And now you have to face a price for choices made.

- Pairing: niece!reader/Gwanye Hightower

- Note: The reader is a second daughter of the late King Viserys I Targaryen and Dowager Queen Alicent Hightower. The reader is bonded with Grey Ghost.

- Rating: Mature 16+

- Tag(s): @sachaa-ff @deniixlovezelda @duck-duck-goose2 @aadu2173 @holdingforgeneralhugs

The roar of the battlefield surrounds you, a cacophony of clashing steel, screams, and the eerie screech of dragons. You sit atop Grey Ghost, his massive wings beating against the wind, your silver-white hair whipping in the air. You scan the chaos below, searching for your enemies—your family. They are the ones you should be fighting for, but you’ve turned your back on them. For Rhaenyra. For the throne she deserves. For your half-sister, who should wear the crown instead of Aegon.

But even now, in the heat of war, you can’t shake the lingering feeling of dread. You’ve heard the Hightower banners are here, which means he is here—Gwayne.

It has been months since you last saw him. Months since you shared stolen kisses in shadowed alcoves, behind closed doors where no one could see. But in public, you were enemies now, just another Targaryen who had betrayed the Greens, who had turned your back on your mother, on your brothers. On him.

Grey Ghost lets out a low growl beneath you as the enemy comes into view—green banners fluttering in the wind. You feel a pang in your chest, but there is no time for hesitation. You spur Grey Ghost forward, your heart pounding in your chest, as you descend on the battlefield.

The sea of green soldiers swarms below like ants, and you unleash a torrent of fire, scorching the ground beneath. Screams of agony reach your ears, but you block them out. This is war. There is no room for mercy.

Suddenly, a flash of silver armor catches your eye. Gwayne.

He is on horseback, leading a charge toward you, his sword gleaming in the fading light. His face is hardened with resolve, his jaw clenched. He knows it’s you. He always knows.

You curse under your breath, gripping Grey Ghost’s reins tighter, but you can’t look away from him. He’s still so beautiful, even in this moment. Even with the blood on his hands, even as he rides toward you with the intent to kill.

He raises his sword, and you realize with a sickening clarity that you are his target.

“Gwayne!” you call out, your voice lost in the roar of the battlefield. But he doesn’t stop. He can’t.

You dive down, forcing Grey Ghost to pull up just as Gwayne slashes at the air where you once were. His horse rears back, and for a moment, you see his face—pained, conflicted.

He’s struggling. Just like you.

You land on the ground a few feet away from him, dismounting from Grey Ghost as he flies off to circle above. Gwayne’s horse snorts nervously, sensing the tension, but he holds the reins steady.

For a moment, it’s just the two of you. The battlefield fades into the background, and all you can see is him. Gwayne, the man you love, standing before you with a sword in his hand, ready to strike you down. And you—his enemy now, with fire in your veins and blood on your hands.

“You shouldn’t be here,” he says, his voice barely audible over the din of battle. There’s something desperate in his eyes, a plea hidden beneath the hardness. “You’re making this harder than it already is.”

“And what am I supposed to do?” you snap back, your voice trembling. “Stand by and watch as you kill my family? My sister?”

“They’re my family too,” he growls, stepping closer. His sword is still raised, but his hands shake. “I never wanted this, none of this!”

“Neither did I, Gwayne,” you say softly. “But we can’t change it now. We’re on opposite sides of this war.”

He lets out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. “Is that all we are now? Opponents?”

You don’t answer. You can’t. The truth is too painful to admit. You’ve always been more than that. You always will be.

For a heartbeat, it feels like the world pauses. You remember the nights spent together, the whispered promises of love, the stolen moments of happiness. But those memories feel like another lifetime now. This is war. And in war, love is a luxury you can’t afford.

He takes another step toward you, his sword lowering ever so slightly. His voice cracks when he speaks. “I don’t want to hurt you. Please, don’t make me do this.”

“I won’t make it easy for you,” you whisper. “I can’t.”

There’s no more time for words. You both know what has to happen. You draw your sword, your hands trembling as you face him. His eyes widen, the hurt in them cutting deeper than any blade ever could.

And then, you clash.

The sound of steel meeting steel echoes around you. Every strike, every swing feels like a betrayal. You don’t want to hurt him, but you know if you hesitate, you’ll die. He’s stronger than you, more experienced, but you’re quicker, your strikes more precise.

He blocks your blows, parrying with practiced ease, but there’s hesitation in his movements. He’s holding back. You know it.

“Stop holding back!” you shout, your frustration boiling over. “Fight me, Gwayne!”

“I can’t!” he snaps, his voice raw with emotion. His sword wavers in his hand, and for a moment, you think you see tears in his eyes. “I can’t do this!”

“You have to!” you scream, slashing at him again, your sword narrowly missing his shoulder. “We don’t have a choice!”

He parries your strike, his breath ragged. “There’s always a choice.”

Before you can respond, a deafening roar fills the air, and you see it—Criston Cole’s scorpion ballista being aimed at Grey Ghost. Your heart stops in your chest.

“No,” you breathe, your blood turning to ice. “No, no, no!”

You turn to run toward Grey Ghost, to scream out a warning, but Gwayne grabs your arm, pulling you back. “Wait!”

“There’s no time!” you shout, struggling against his grip. “They’ll kill him!”

His eyes search yours for a long moment, and then, with a grim resolve, he lets you go. “Run,” he whispers, his voice barely audible over the chaos.

“What?” you breathe, confusion clouding your mind. “Gwayne, what are you—”

“Just go!” he shouts, pushing you toward Grey Ghost. “Before it’s too late!”

You hesitate for a moment, your heart warring with your mind, but then you see it—the way his eyes flicker toward the scorpion, the way his hand tightens around his sword. He’s going to stop them.

“Gwayne, don’t—” you start, but he cuts you off with a pained smile.

“Go,” he says again, his voice breaking. “I’ll buy you time. Just... go.”

Tears blur your vision as you mount Grey Ghost, your heart shattering into pieces. You don’t want to leave him. You don’t want to lose him. But you know if you stay, you’ll both die.

With one last glance, you urge Grey Ghost into the sky, the wind whipping around you as the world blurs beneath you. You don’t look back. You can’t.

You hear the scorpion fire, but there’s no strike. No deathly roar. And you know—Gwayne sabotaged it. He let you live. 

But at what cost?

The war rages on, but a part of you died on that battlefield near Duskendale. And as you fly away, the tears streaming down your face, you know you’ll never forget the sacrifice he made for you.

Or the fact that you may never see him again.