#Wicked Envy

[gbhbl]

Single Slam: Future Palace, Extinction A.D., Wicked Envy, Fate’s Hollow, Massive Wagons, Calva Louise, Werewolves, Bad Neighbour, Allt, Oceans of Slumber, Between Owls, Deadscape, Summoning the Lich, Alterjoy, Powerwolf, Iress, Casket Robbery, Vanitas, The Salt Pale Collective, …has no tongues, Defences, Bones UK, Kurokuma, Unto Others, Graphic Nature, and Zeal & Ardor!

Today’s single slam features Future Palace, Extinction A.D., Wicked Envy, Fate’s Hollow, Massive Wagons, Calva Louise, Werewolves, Bad Neighbour, Allt, Oceans of Slumber, Between Owls, Deadscape, Summoning the Lich, Alterjoy, Powerwolf, Iress, Casket Robbery, Vanitas, The Salt Pale Collective, …has no tongues, Defences, Bones UK, Kurokuma, Unto Others, Graphic Nature, and Zeal & Ardor.

Today’s single slam features Future Palace, Extinction A.D., Wicked Envy, Fate’s Hollow, Massive Wagons, Calva Louise, Werewolves, Bad Neighbour, Allt, Oceans of Slumber, Between Owls, Deadscape, Summoning the Lich, Alterjoy, Powerwolf, Iress, Casket Robbery, Vanitas, The Salt Pale Collective, …has no tongues, Defences, Bones UK, Kurokuma, Unto Others, Graphic Nature, and Zeal & Ardor. You can…

[votive-candle]

29 / 07 / 2024 🪩🕺🏽🚓🤞🏽

i got WELL carried away with this one, lads

couldn't decide if i wanted to write a fanfic or draw fan art so i kind of did both at the same time for maximum efficiency

again i’ve not even played much of the game because i've been so inspired to draw and write as soon as i got started, so i am maybe projecting some personality onto them for now, but i want to think Kim likes to fluster Harry a lot (platonically or romantically, either is good)

mostly gleamed that from the "mambo or jambo line" among others

also wrote an excerpt from Shivers but it got a little suggestive for the comic

[loudunity]

Mixtape with Mission in Black, Lyshka, Datura, Wicked Envy, Invisible Control and NEwTT

Six songs for your listening pleasure, today’s post is filled with new music varying from serene to evil, so check it out and support the bands. If available, the songs are added to the Loud Unity Spotify playlist. Make sure to follow as it is updated on an almost daily basis. Photo: Mission in Black by Andreas Dalferth El Puerto Records have a real gem here, I wasn’t aware of the German based…

[justarandombrit]

Is this meme still around?

[shortnotsweet]

[ “SOMEBODY TOLD ME”]:

BREAKING MY BACK JUST TO KNOW YOUR NAME. SEVENTEEN TRACKS AND I’VE HAD IT WITH THIS GAME. A BREAKIN’ MY BACK JUST TO KNOW YOUR NAME—BUT HEAVEN AIN’T CLOSE IN A PLACE LIKE THIS.

— The Killers, Hot Fuss (2004)

Princess Rhaenyra’s insolence is wearing her stepmother’s patience thin. Queen Alicent is not ten years her senior, but even during her own sixteenth year, she cannot recall herself behaving so brazenly. She would never burst into courtly discussions in nothing but gilded armor and the underskirts of her riding leathers, awash in blood. (She would never be spotted in blood that was not her own, anyway. Alicent has never picked up a sword, not one that belonged to her.) Nevermind that Rhaenyra is attending to diplomatic affairs with bared teeth and scales, no—the crux of the matter is just that, her affairs. Rhaenyra is the Realm’s Delight, a beauty incomparable to any fair maiden, Alicent included. She indulges herself with appetite of a spoiled child, the confidence of man, and the pickings befitting only to her royal blood. Criston Cole. Daemon Targaryen. Harwin Strong. Laena Velaryon. She’s full of love, isn’t she? That selfish, foolish girl. What does Rhaenyra Targaryen know of love, of duty? She is a child in so many ways—she thinks killing makes her a man, thinks the throne is hers despite being a woman, thinks she can have her knight and her uncle and her protector and Laena Velaryon in one fail swoop. She’s wrong. She doesn’t know herself half as well as Alicent does. Alicent, who sees her for what she truly is, who wants to see all of her and more of her and none of her. Alicent has been stolen into the Keep by her own father—both of their fathers—but Rhaenyra is the key to this place, is the window to everything barred. Rhaenyra Targaryen has a dragon. Rhaenyra can fly.

That’s what Rhaenyra had promised her once, with her lips pulled back in a grin, exposing the white of her teeth like the violently radiant creature she was. “Perhaps when you grow tired of plotting against me, we shall ride on dragonback together,” she had said. The tease.

Alicent had yanked her into an empty corridor by the silk of her sleeve, ready to chastise her for her ill behavior. Conversing with the lords and ladies of the court at a feast was one thing, but chattering about her bloody encounters in battle over the pudding tureen were another. The lord at her elbow was going green. Alicent’s own face was likely red; her heart raced whenever Rhaenyra got like this. Alicent had never seen the battlefield—only seen battered men in dented armor and the slumps of corpses lined along dirt roads in the aftermath of war—but her own imagination terrified her like nothing else.

(Rhaenyra is better with a sword than half of the knights in Westeros, and more lovely than the lot. Her reign has not yet begun, but already the commoners flock to her—lured in by tales of her beauty and fine hair—and soldiers would follow her into battle. Alicent would not follow, but she would watch and bite her nails down to the quick.

She thinks of the figure Rhaenyra cuts in full armor, the heat in her gaze underneath the slots of her helmet. Alicent remembers the weight of her own hand in Rhaenyra’s—which was gloved—when the princess rode up to the spectators box and grasped it in her own, bringing Alicent’s knuckles to her lips. She thinks of Rhaenyra murdered in the sky, skewered with another man’s sword, plummeting to the ground, torn in half, streaking crimson across the clouds. Alicent would scream, or cry. She might laugh. She would throw herself from the window of her tower. Rhaenyra’s bloody exploits terrified Alicent for reasons she could not identify, and excited her for reasons she refused to.)

“I’d sooner be confined to the castle for the rest of my days than get on the back of that bloody lizard,” Alicent scoffed. Rhaenyra only tucked her hand over Alicent’s, where it was resting on her forearm. She flexed her fingers, moving to release her grip on the dark fabric, but Rhaenyra intertwined their fingers and held them fast.

“You’re confined already. You are already accustomed to such a thing. I know you. But—”

“But you forget yourself. You think you’re invulnerable, Rhaenyra. You don’t know who you are.” Alicent intends for it to be a sneer, but instead it comes out quietly, and too gentle for disdain. She can’t know. Rhaenyra is as trapped as she is, but they’re trapped together. They belong together. She belongs with Alicent.

“I am Rhaenyra Targaryen, Heir to the Iron Throne and all of Westeros. I am a dragonrider. I am—I am your daughter. In a way. Your sister, too. Your enemy. Your sword, your shield.”

“And what am I?” What else is left for me? Alicent wonders.

“My Queen. For now.” Rhaenyra cocks her head, and the gleam in her eyes burns like fire raining down. “When I am Queen, you will be my lady.”

[whaliiwatching]

annual winners of most annoying couple award

[asortofqueerfeeling]

Gender? More like, give me EXACTLY what Alex Winter and Keanu Reeves have (*in a totally non-threatening way*)

[kerrimaniscalco]

Sinner. Villain. Wicked. The Prince of Envy has never claimed to be a saint. But when a cryptic note arrives, signaling the beginning of a deadly game, he knows it will take more than a hint of sin to win and save his falling demon court. Riddles, hexed objects, anonymous players, nothing will stand in his way, though none of his meticulous plans prepare him for her, the frustrating artist who ignites his sin like no other…

🗝️ ONE MONTH LEFT FROM TODAY!!!! 

🔥 I couldn’t resist sharing this illustration of Prince Envy I commissioned from @Morgana0anagrom with you! (Pre-order newsletter subscribers will see more art this week…) 

IT IS GETTING SO CLOSE NOW OMGGGGGGG 💚🗝️🔥🫶🏼

[bombitart]

Emilia signs a contract with the Devil 😉 🫣. Characters from “Kingdom of the Wicked” by Kerri Maniscalco.

[dans-les-fleures]

The princes of hell love to go all stabby stabby on each other.

That's how they show that they care.

[books-and-draws-eclectic]

Throne of the Fallen, by Kerri Maniscalco

Envy: I'm charming her, yes *smug smile*

Envy: wait, fuck, I'm getting charmed too, back up, BACK UP

[riverkaterina]

Y'all, these things are going to give me an ANEURYSM.

First off: Gluttony's pin doesn't even have his house colors on it. WTF.

Second: Pride's has a lot of black and gold??

Third: Wrath's has dark blue?? I mean we can infer from his bedchambers that he likes the color so that gets a pass for now

Fourth: LUST'S HAS NO PURPLE! But I doubt he and Sloth are gonna share light blue. Quite literally no way in Hell. At least he's got his silver clothes on thank fuck

Fifth: Envy's got so much gold the only silver is in the detailing on his shirt 😭

Sixth: Greed has hella green on his and only the little bits of red in the detailing

Seventh: okay so at least Sloth's has only that sort of brass detailing on it. That's accurate. So I'm going to ASSUME for NOW that his colors are brass and light blue. If it's anything else I'm going to have stroke

(For real though I get they had to made some artistic choices and I love how they look like old sculptures)

(just laughing thinking about their reactions if they saw these. Pride wouldn't be caught True Dead™ in black and gold, Lust and Gluttony would be like "where TF are my colors??")

[litnerdwrites]

The idea that the Prince of Lust is a secret romantic is just so fucking cute! As excited as I am for Gluttony, and then, most likely, Pride's book, I think I'm most excited for Lust's. How could I not be, the way Envy's describing him just makes him seem so cute!

[cassianandfenrysaremyboyos]

Envy and Emilia jokingly flirting in front of Wrath is so funny. I love this brotp! Also jealous Wrath is hot

[ask-ursa-tonypeter]

[fic: wicked love] and [fic: pyrite] what do the Tonys and Peters think about their multiverse counterparts or their respective relationships/dynamics? is there anything they might respectively envy?

PYRITE (BROTHERCEST) TONY AND PETER Tony: Hey, kid? Don't fuck our dad.

Peter: Oh my god, I wouldn't!

Tony: Look, it was worth saying. We don't not share some DNA.

Peter: That's different! You're… you. …And that version of you seems like a really good dad, too.

Tony: The bar is that low, huh?

Peter: I mean it! It seems like he makes the other me really happy.

Not that, um-- obviously we're not doing what they're doing-- they're like, together-together, and we're-- we're just-- s-so yeah, it's different--

Tony: …Yeah. Sure.

-----

WICKED LOVE (DADSON) TONY AND PETER Peter: …They're kind of sweet?

Tony, pained: Baby, no.

Peter: Well, I mean-- it's not the best--

Tony: Peter.

Peter: --it's bad, but I don't know, it seems like they both needed someone to talk to about stuff? Like… they could actually be good brothers, if…

Tony: If one of them wasn't molesting the other one? That 'if' is doing a lot of heavy lifting there, Atlas.

Peter: Maybe… maybe he really loves him, you know? Like you love me.

Tony: …

Yeah, sure. Maybe he does.

[island-in-ignorance]

This book is prettier than me and I'm okay with it.