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#May-Alice
women-4life · 2 months
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Mary McDonnell Characters
LAURA ROSLIN, SHARON RAYDOR, MAY-ALICE, KATE ROBERTS, VIRGINIA DIXON, EVE SHERIDAN, MARYLIN WHITMORE, MADELINE USHER
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elainiisms · 1 year
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i have a disease that makes me see every female character as a lesbian and its called being smarter than everyone
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heartstopperthoughts · 6 months
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Nick saying “I’m bi actually” and very politely reminding people that he may be in a same-sex relationship but his identity is still valid
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murderandcoffee · 3 months
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okay so I know we're all aware that alice is starting off with some strong spiral energy (pranks, ridiculous lies, teasing, "time isn't real", etc.), but consider--the dark
the way that she deals with the horrifying nature of her work is by ignoring it. she's turning a blind eye. the major symbol of the dark is the closed eye. she refuses to engage--she keeps herself in the dark
thoughts?
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lovl3igh · 1 month
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i don't even like aegon but the way alicent treated him in that scene makes my blood boil
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hitting 13 yo and blaming him for what happened because he didn't act like a babysitter "and where were you?!" i'm sorry ma'am where were YOU? the queen and the mother. giving nasty side eyes and finding new ways to torture rhaenyra and her sons surely
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fox-guardian · 24 days
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[ID: A digital drawing of Alice Dyer from The Magnus Protocol laying on a bed with brown sheets in the dark looking very sad. She is a slim white woman with freckles, long light brown hair with faded pink tips, a happy trail, and green-gray eyes. She is wearing three pairs of silver earrings, a berry red bra, and gray sweatpants. She is laying with her head on two stacked up pillows with one hand tucked under them and the other laying limp next to her. Her hips are twisted as she rests one leg over the other. She's looking off into the distance with a reddened nose and eyes, her face screwed up like she'd been crying. Her hair is swept out on the pillows behind her. The image is rendered with gray shadows. end ID]
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took a quick break between commissions to draw that sad and hot alice from that poll, hope i did justice to both 👍 she is thinking about her time spent with a certain cute wimp <3
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dmc-questions-anon · 29 days
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Do it for women.
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operationtimeguard · 1 year
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can you post all of the character profile things from the art book please !!
sure! alice, mishima + dummies under the cut ^^
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hope these are helpful!
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shortnotsweet · 5 months
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[ “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.”
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noctiilio · 6 months
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Completely normal doodles of Alice Margatroid and her extended family that did NOT send me through nearly every emotion known to man while making them.
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theboredbori · 3 months
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Damn, this Magnus do be Protocol-ing
Aka I am incredibly normal about them always, here's my current designs of Sam and Alice, they're so!!!! I love them!!!
Designs might be revised later on etc etc, it literally took me 3 hours yesterday to come up with a design for Alice that captures her essence
Talk to me about protocol I'm going insane
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djorgcre · 4 months
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m-a-m-a-b-o-y mama’s boy. mama’s boy.
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kojiandrew · 2 months
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ALICE HEWKIN as MAY & JUNE SONG The Brothers Sun - Season 1 (2024)
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darcyolsson · 8 months
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time to find out who the real fan favourite is.
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nonbinarylesbianherb · 10 months
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thatoneluckybee · 5 months
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i saw a screenshot of a soup tumblr post on pinterest and had a motivation
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