So do you reckon, did he first lay his hand upon her knee when she declared she fancies him just the way he is, or did she draw his hand in hers to compel him to listen attentively?
ok but like, Modest!Alicent Hightower au (more modest than she already is) cause I feel like it, it adds ✨layers✨
Alicent who veils her hair during her day to day life, elegant laces and silks adorning her long ginger-brown hair, covering it completely at the Sept.
Alicent who wears dresses with long heavy skirts and always covers her elbows with billowing sleeves.
Alicent who conceals her silhouette with thick shaping garments. they also just helped her back during her pregnancies and taking care of kids (her servants recommended them so she'd have full range of motion and support)
Alicent who was stripped of her modesty, her dignity and sense of security whenever Viserys wanted her. stripped of it by her own father when he sent her to Viserys's chambers in a dress that didn't cover as much as she would have liked, especially when she visited a man with those (silent) instructions.
Alicent who lets her hair down around people she trusts. covering it around Rhaenyra after she abandoned her, a blow to Rhaenyra, a blatant "you hurt me and broke my trust". letting Criston see her hair after he becomes her sworn sword. covering in front of Viserys until he demands she stops. Alicent putting a little makeshift veil on her daughter, who wanted to look like her mum, promising it would protect her from how loud the world was.
Alicent who only trusts her closest servants to dress her, and even then insists on being in a full shift before they can come in.
Alicent who felt stripped bare while giving birth to her children.
little Alicent looking up to her mum who was also very modest, and spending her childhood playing in long skirts.
Alicent who wears shawls and scarves out in public or at events. Criston watches to make sure she remains properly covered. her hands fiddling with the patterns or tassels while she talks to others.
Alicent doing this with her kids:
Criston offering her his cloak when she's put in bad situations like sudden crowds or outings.
wearing flowy but opaque fabrics during the summers, looking ethereal and goddess-like with her layers skirts and sleeves.
the whole Larys situation being even more sickening.
all 3 of her sons being protective of her modesty alongside Criston, always offering their cloaks to her or standing to block her from the wind or wandering eyes. Aegon holding her veil in place when it's windy, Aemond placing a cloak over her in public, Daeron fiercely defending his mum from lusting glances or lingering stares.
Helaena continuing to veil with her mum when they go out, they love matching veils and trying ornate styles.
Alicent fixing her daughters veil in attempts to get it to stay in on dragon back. it doesn't. but they don't mind the extra bonding time none the less.
gold veils that literally make her look like she's dripping in gold.
tucking her babes in her shawls or holding them against her skirts that are practically swallowing them whole.
Alicent collecting layers. Ornate undergarments that cover her arms in gold and embroidered patterns, some almost like tapestries others more simple. undershirts that cover her neck, with "choker" patterns and sewn in jewels. modest nightgowns and robes made of the softest, most breathable fabrics in existence.
covering her face on holy days/days of importance.
YOU think MK is a selfless forgiving good boi mc. I think he's self-centered, but that doesn't devalue the good deeds that happen as a result. We are not the same
Funniest thing in Wuthering Heights was when Cathy made a big dramatic speech about how she and Heathcliff are so alike, “Whatever souls are made of, his and mine are the same,” and then goes on to tell her sister-in-law “That man is the WORST, you cannot fix him, he will make your life utterly miserable,”
I deeply adore olivia rodrigo's 'obsessed' sooo much. it's SUCH a BANGER + "I'm staring at her / like I wanna get hurt" is theeee lyric. it somehow speaks both to the impulsive insecure jealousy of a straight woman towards another woman while also being totally aware that you're exhibiting homo-romantic hostility to the MAX because obsessive hate from afar is almost a kind of love really. 10/10 no notes.👌🏼👌🏼👌🏼👌🏼👌🏼
Just finished my first playthrough of BG3. Romanced Lae'zel, but ending up turning into an Illithid because the idea of making Orpheus or Karlach do it didn't sit well with me (or my character).
I told Lae'zel to leave with Orpheus in the end (I heard she wouldn't stay with a ghaik anyway, which she's valid for, but also, it doesn't feel right to ask her to stay when I know how much her people mean to her). And like-
What is it about the role of Phryne Fisher that originally intrigued you?
“She’s the ideal woman, really. She’s like the woman every woman would like to be, I think, and every man would like to be with… And lots of women would like to be with her, too.”
- Essie Davis, (2020) Miss Fisher and the Crypt of Tears Q&A (x)
Itoki Hana - Moonstruck Blossom Vocal Arrange (English Translation)
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Ah, I had such a long dream...
I can yet hear a voice from somewhere
Like how time slips away,
I chase after my name
From a bud, a flower
From a chrysalis, a butterfly
Before your eyes
I change my form, again and again
Mirror, mirror,
Who am I?
I am given the answer, again and again
and I am reborn
If the beautiful are loved, then
If I could steal that gaze of yours, then
Please, reach out
those warm hands to me
In this way, ah, take me away from here
Before the sun rises...
Ah, I had such a long dream...
Like a symbol, my name rings out
So I don't get buried and fade away
I chase after your voice
From a bud, a flower
From a chrysalis, a wasp
Before your eyes,
I change my form, again and again
Mirror, mirror,
Who am I?
I am given the answer, again and again
and I am reborn
If the beautiful are just, then
If I could steal that heart of yours, then
Please, hold me
in those warm hands
In this way, ah, just put me to sleep
Before the sun rises...
Ah, even though I had already known...
There was never such thing as eternity, anywhere
I just wanted to become
a flower that would never wither.
O those beautiful hands,
do forever stay clean
Please, mirror, who am I?
Ah, dawn is breaking...