#inspired by that one vine

[talesfromawannabejournalist]

(knock knock)

Ao3 writer opens there door and groans seeing me

Me: hey, you got any more of that good stuff

Ao3 Writer: you got any money?

Me: you can have my dog!

Ao3 writer: (sighs) fine

gives a new chapter of a book I'm addicted to and I give my dog away

#I'm an addict for fanfiction. #inspired by that one vine

[the-ace-with-spades]

[At the table in a bar.] Hangman, drunk: Does anyone want to see a picture of my cock?

Phoenix: What the fuck, no---

Hangman: *shows her a photo of Bradley on his phone*

Rooster: Oh my god, Jake, we talked about this, you can't call me that.

#im sorry #this is inspired by that one vine #y'know which one #hangster #its been done probably #but #¯\_(ツ)_/¯ #incorrect quotes #q #op

[pettyprocrastination]

Reluctant Bride

Pairing: Ellaria Sand x Baratheon!Fem! Reader (background Oberyn Martell x baratheon!fem!reader)

warnings: description of war, derogatory description of women, forced marriage, oberyn talks lowly of the reader’s appearance and status because he’s angry he has to marry in the first place, Oberyn is a dick but he gets better, (this makes it sound worse than it is lol. Just lore building with angst and sapphic yearning lmao. 

Summary: Just months after the rebellion has ended, Ellaria Sand meets her lover’s betrothed.

word count: 1k 

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Ellaria was dressed in finer clothes than you on your own wedding day. 

Orange silk embroidered with golden serpents hugged her curves and fine jewels were weaved into her hair that your betrothed seemed content to twirl with his finger as he leaned in to whisper in her ear. 

You didn’t need to be told who she was. The beautiful woman by your husband’s side, you saw it plainly in his eyes. Love and devotion that could never be found in a marriage under the sept’s roof, but rather one made by affection and passion. 

Ellaria Sand was more of Oberyn’s wife than you ever thought you would be. 

But bless the poor woman’s heart, she was frightened. 

She didn’t want to come to his wedding at first. But Oberyn has all but begged her to, laying gentle kisses up her arm until he was mumbling his plea into the crook of her neck. 

“If I will be forced to wed against my will, the least you can allow me is the pleasure of having my true love by side when I am chained to another.” 

He always has a flair for dramatics, her sweet prince. 

But Ellaria felt it, as she entered Storm’s End by his side, the judgemental stares and hushed whispers when his hand did not release hers. She knew exactly what they thought of her without ever heaving to hear their voices grind against her ears. 

“He brought his whore?”

“To his own wedding, the gal!” 

“She’s a bastard too, I heard.” 

“That’s the dornish for you, debauched dogs, every single one of them.” 

But she would not flinch at their words, she knew she was a bastard since birth, Dorne may have welcomed it but the rest of Westeros had no issue reminding her and every other sand in the world of their place. She learned it well and wore it with pride. She was the lover of the Red Viper, a child of house Uller, the gossip of tittering lords and ladies did not frighten her. 

However, the Baratheons did. 

She would be a fool not to, truly. They were the ones that started the war, plunging the realm into a year of bloodshed and horror that their eldest son charged headfirst into without a second thought. 

Strong, dutiful, dangerous. 

As she entered Storm’s End, thunder echoing against its stone walls that made their grand home resemble a shadowed cave rather than a castle, she is reminded of their words. 

Ours is the fury. 

It had been the third child, who greeted them. Dressed in all black and face somber, he looked well past his age, like a soldier returning from war rather than the young man just coming to age as he was.

“It’s a great honor to have you, my prince.”

But Stannis Baratheon had suffered a siege while his brother commanded from the battlefield, he had seen the war just the same. 

His eyes, dark and cutting like a hidden blade, fell onto Ellaria, for a moment she felt as if she had come to an execution, rather than a wedding. Stannis looked at her like an intrusion, before bowing his head. 

“My sister is eager to join our houses with this union. As are you, I am sure.” 

Oberyn’s agreeance was slick with mockery, teeth flashed in a grin that made the young man’s face go sour. 

“There is nothing I look forward to more.” 

He had yet to let go of Ellaria’s hand. 

The pair did not separate until they reached the sept, a grand building covered in tapestries of every dead saint and alive with hymns that speak of love and devotion. 

Two things seldom found between husband and wife. 

Oberyn walked to the altar alone, but his eyes caught hers  in the crowd and he smiled. Even from afar, she knew him well enough to catch the twitch of his thumb at his side. That despite his anger and dismissive arrogance he loves to wrap himself in like a silken robe, he was at a disadvantage. This was not his home and nor were these were not his people.  He was in the house of the family responsible for the death of his sister with no plan for vengeance, but a wedding he was forced into, just like his Elia.

Ellaria’s gaze is pulled from her lover as the grand door creaks open over the singing, where their king enters, face still laden with scars of the rebellion, of his conquest, escorting the bride by hand. 

Robert Baratheon was large in every way possible. His presence commanded respect. Even in his formal wear the bulk of his muscle was seen through as he walked. The hymns dulled to a soft hum at his entrance, head turning as his eyes cut into the crowd before they landed on Ellaria and she froze in her spot. 

For a moment, fear clenched her heart. 

Robert had unleashed a war upon the realm when Rhaegar took his betrothed, he plunged his siblings into starvation and rode against countless noble families that now bend the knee to him. He caved in the chest of the silver-haired dragon prince himself, severing the three headed dragon with his war hammer until there was nothing left of it’s legacy than two eggs, lost to the wind. 

And here she stood at his sister’s wedding, the proud lover of her betrothed. 

There’s a brief moment where she wondered if he was going to say something. Shout an order for her to be escorted out for being so bold to be at the union, but then a hand squeezed his and he pulled away from her gaze to yours. 

“Don’t.” Barely a whisper that only he could hear. No question nor plea, but an order. 

One the Usurper obeys without resistance. 

Ellaria had never seen you in person before. But Oberyn had painted a foul picture of you the moment your betrothal was confirmed to still be held after the rebellion. He spoke of your sneer and the way your lips puckered into a sour pout each time somebody spoke to you, your eyes were flat and empty of any emotion. 

“If it weren’t for her skirt I wouldn’t know which one I was marrying.” Oberyn jested as he lifted a goblet of wine to his lips. “Her or Stannis.” 

Ellaria watched you walk down the aisle to her lover, struck by your beauty. 

A hood sat atop your head that fell to embroidered lace covering your shoulders, her eyes found a stray curl that dangled by your face and wondered what it would feel like under her finger tips. Dark eyes flick over to her own if only for a second and she felt herself stopped once more, not with fear. 

But desire. 

You continued forward and she watched you walk down the aisle to the awaiting prince. 

A strong nose frames the soft line of your features, shoulders drawn back and head held high like a queen to be worshiped or a painting to be admired. 

You were regal. Looking more like a crowned ruler than the king by your side.

Your voice did not waver during your vows, she wondered if you were frightened. Any woman would be. To marry a man who loathed her family for a death you had no part in. 

But you didn’t let it show. Instead the promise to be a loyal wife echoed through the sept before you leaned forward and pressed your lips to Oberyn’s, who was just as stiff as you. 

As she watched the first kiss of an unwanted marriage, Ellaria’s chest filled with envy of her beloved prince. 

#ellaria sand x reader #ellaria sand x you #baratheon wife tag #oberyn martell x reader #oberyn martell x you #teehee #id like to say my fantasy/medival fics have gotten some inspiration from my poetry of desire class last semester <3 thanks professor #those annotations were torture but the poetry slapped frfr #i think i still have my book actually #one of my favorites was the vine #i just. *clenches fist* love lore and WOMEN #im proud of this but also embarassed it took me like. four hours to write 1.2k words jfc man #i like putting oberyns wife in pretty hoods and gowns hehe #also i listented to tamino like the entire time i wrote this i hope it shows #anyways its..three am now. woof

[pink-pone]

guys omg, I feel inspired to make a Princess Cadence themed animatic !!! 💕

#I’m super inspired by this one song aaaaa #I know I said I also wanted to make a vine animatic #which i still do!! #however I gotta go with what my motivation latches onto at the current moment #and that my friends is a cadence themed one :3c #so far I juuuuust started storyboarding it #So it will definitely take some time #but!! #that’s ok uwu #it’s all about enjoying my craft babyyy #animatic #princess cadence #text post

[dollsome-does-tumblr]

#cozy tv spaces are so important to me!!!!! #polls #i know no one else knows what under the vines is but i am besotted with that vineyard to the point where it lowkey inspired this poll #p.s. i know the sunnydale high library should be on here; i just ran out of spots! #i could probably do a full part 2 of this poll #for the record i voted for green gables but i cherish them all

[soldatrose]

"Sextus Pompey was therefore executed on Antony's order in 35 BC in Miletus, as he would have been a problematic "host". His execution solved the problem while creating others afterwards, among which Octavian's accusations."

sextus: thanks for not resenting me despite my repeated attempts at wrecking your ass :)

antony: of course. you are a host :)

sextus: thank yo-

antony: hosTIS

sextus: antony no-

#spam tag #end of human pomp #FOUND IT. THE BAD (vine-inspired) JOKE. a problematic host!!!! #the author also says something like 'the carinae house was the cornerstone of the agreement' which had me sensibly chuckling #god i hope one of these days i get to rewrite that thesis on hospitality. i could be weirder about it #wait what am i saying. i could be weird about it now. shit how do i channel that energy back towards my work #anyway. friendly reminder that the spam tag exists so it can be blacklisted if need be. good night #in: méritens de villeneuve 2023

[hanzajesthanza]

growing up with sapkowski’s works timeline (teen to early adult)

13 — ciri age (BoE)

14 — ciri age (ToC)

15 — ciri age (LoTL), pavetta age (QoP)

17 — shani age

18 — essi daven age, nicolette age (ToF)

19 — angoulême age

23 — reynevan age (ToF)

24 — condwiramurs age

25 — cahir age, reynevan age (WoG)

27 — reynevan age (LP)

late 20s — milva age

#just putting this… out there into words. because i must say it #i was feeling shitty that i would have a birthday and havent accomplished anything #but then i thought about it and realized 23 is officially the age where you have a free pass to be stupid as hell #a la reynevan in narrenturm. so good job #‘haha i get to grow up with reynevan. that’s crazy dude [falls down the stairs]’ im going to be here forever. :| #i put essi and shani in here just to make everyone want to gouge their eyeballs out 👍 #essi is ‘barely eighteen’ so i will just say: eighteen #txt #the milva age is me guessing/approximating. don’t sue me #she was 16 when she left home and then she hunted for a few years by herself and then the dryads caught her and she hunted for them #and she just acts like someone in their late 20s so there plus she is protective of cahir who is youngest #also i had to look up reynevan’s age in LP because i haven’t gotten there yet and i was dodging spoilers like in the matrix #and because it takes place in 1429 i just deducted #and because i know he is 27 now now i am thinking of him and nicolette as that vine #‘babe. happy one year’ ‘awww :D … i’m 27??? O_o??’ #i’m not putting adéle age because um. her qualities and her fate aren’t exactly inspiring #alsooooo seeing adéle age and reynevan age next to each other. it’s kind of **FBI OPEN UP** #i’ll say ok because it’s a historical fantasy. but i still don’t like it lmao and that’s my right

[aceedoodles]

it's been 500 years since i last did charcoal art RIP

#still have to find a better way to get it on my phone than the camera bc it never looks righttttt #anyway here have a gift via my latest obsession #i was Inspired #edvin ryding #charcoal art #sketch #i only used the vine charcoal on this whoch was intersting lmao normally i use different ones #compressed being one of my faves #but i like the softer quality of the vine for this i think :] now i need to go set it #my doodles #doodles #my art #fanart #art #young royals #oh im gonna be one of those oeople for a minute #prince wilhelm

[pierswife]

Two very functional adults--

#was this inspired by me having baja blast for breakfast and that one vine? maybe-- #I should go find food <- still hasn't eaten food today kfhaidjaj #does the funny thing and goes taco bell again #data log: manda's doodles #ship: sunshine in spikemuth #except this is when manda still kinda a little bit hates piers' guts-- /lh #gotta update the ship lore doc I have to accurately reflect the “I fucking hate my neighbor” to lovers thing they have going on--

[mariocki]

Infinite list of favourite lyrics: 222/?

John Cale - Dying on the Vine (1985)

"Who could sleep through all that noisy chatter?

The troops, the celebrations in the sun.

The authorities say my papers are all in order

And if I wasn't such a coward

I would run.

I'll see you when all the shooting's over;

Meet me on the other side of town.

Yes, you can bring all your friends along for protection,

It's always nice to have them hanging around.

I was thinking about my mother,

I was thinking about what's mine.

I was living my life like a Hollywood,

But I was dying, dying on the vine."

#favourite lyrics #john cale #dying on the vine #larry sloman #1985 #artificial intelligence #coming at a time of intense productivity (recording three albums in a little over a year‚ as well as producing work by former bandmate Nico #and others) as well as professional frustration‚ as his sparse experimental work failed to gain a popular audience‚ Artificial Intelligence #was a sort of last stab at commercial releasing for Cale; returning to a more accessible pop sound characterised by drum machines and synth #overlays‚ Cale worked with a cowriter‚ Sloman‚ to produce typically avant garde music within a more radio friendly framework #the result wasn't particularly successful‚ and afaik this first single from the album didn't even chart here in the uk #a pity‚ because I'd count it among his very best works (and I'm not alone; the song has had a slow reappraisal and is now generally #considered one of his finest of this era). a despondent‚ gloomy study of one man's annihilation‚ draped in several layers of allegory; #the vine can be read as a fairly literal metaphor (fruit left too long without harvest spoiling)‚ or as a reference to his then home on the #intersection between hollywood blvd and vine street in LA‚ a then rundown area rife with drug abuse and criminal activity; or as a nod to #Cale's struggles with alcoholism in this period (as well as a cocaine habit; his daughter was born soon after the release of this album‚ as #a result of which he retreated from the music business for a while and kicked his addictions). #some have pointed to the quoted verse‚ apparently about an authoritarian state‚ as being inspired by Cale's love of the literature of #Graham Greene‚ and there are some other parallels earlier in the song; mostly tho this is about a moment of crisis‚ of Cale at rock bottom #surveying where he was at in his life at that point and realising he needs to change (just as possible to read the authoritarian state as #every day life‚ with the troops regular people living their noisy lives around him and Cale's temptation to 'run' as a metaphor for suicide #who knows. whatever he's saying‚ there's an awful‚ beautiful melancholy to the near lilt in his voice as he ponders 'I was thinking #about my mother..' an incredible work from an under appreciated artist who‚ happily‚ beat his demons and stayed sober

[soundcrusher]

Just a small doodle for the 'Birds of a Feather' au I have.

#transformers oc #birds of a feather au #thrillchaser #sg/phoeenix #reg/phoenix #I love thrillchaser in the birds of a feathr au #he's such a dad; and a good one at that #this was inspired by a thomas sanders vine

[wordsforyourwip]

Lake

Syntax

Vine

Priority

#writing prompts #one word prompts #prompt list #prompt blog #writing inspiration #wfyw word sets #daily prompt #lake #syntax #vine #priority

[the-floating-skull]

#apparently this is what I do instead of schoolwork now #heard the vine #remembered that one scene #got inspired #here we are #all video is from the CW’s Supernatural #I just dissected it and chucked it back together #audio belongs to the person who made the vine #sorry I don’t know who you are…. #all edits are mine :D #supernatural #rip vine #vine quotes

[superiorcatholicinspiration]

Study, Pray, Serve: 5th Sunday of Easter

Photo by Janko Ferlic on Pexels.com Here are some of the themes that we discover in the Mass readings for the 5th Sunday of Easter. 1st Reading – Acts of the Apostles 9:26-31 Saul arrives in Jerusalem and seeks to join the disciples, but they are afraid of meeting with him. Barnabas takes charge of the situation, and explains how Saul has had a conversion of heart. When Saul speaks boldly…

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#Catholic #Christian #Commandments #Disciple #Faith #grace #Homily #Inspiration #Jesus Christ #Love #Love one another #Mass #Remain in Christ #Vine and Branches

[feretra]

so many people sharing that weekend at the overlook dollmaker, but i’m very lowkey obsessed with the shining/doctor sleep and the narratives of overcoming generational demons, confronting your trauma, and terminal mentorship so y’know what? get urself a girl whose weekend is gonna be blowing up the overlook for everyone’s healing potential

#salome ( visage ) #[ adult!dan torrance is a major inspiration to the new incarnation of salome ] #[ you can’t read them easily because I don’t play Salome in a modern verse rn but they’re there ] #[ fucking love that man and all his growth as a character ] #[ I am literally that one vine ] #[ ‘the only thing worse than’ and it’s stephen king ] #[ cut to me as I say ‘an adaption of stephen king’ roflmaojdjejdj ]

[musicfeedsmysoul12]

Alright so one of the DCxDP Aus:

It's vaugley inspired by another post I can't find where Amity jumps around the country and sometimes field trips turn into week long road trips. Only vague because I saw: Fentons make the school buses turn into alien invasion shelters and brain went burrrrrrrr.

Anyways, so Superman is fighting off against aliens who have kryptonite. He's trying his best but he's failing, he can't get up.

Meanwhile, a school bus full of kids are watching. Amity Park, after their own world nearly killed them all being led by the GIW who managed to convince everyone ghosts were evil, had displaced itself and now bounces around dimensions. Usually it stays for a week so it's safe enough for trips but this time it didn't. No big, Danny can sense a portal in a city called Gotham so they were on their way when BANG invasion.

Danny thinks it's fun and frankly so does everyone else but Lancer who is exhausted.

Then they see Superman being hurt and…

Danny’s Obsession is both Protection and Space. They know Superman is an alien. He is the Ghost King and the class has become his Fraid through time. They all feel the need to protect.

So they do.

Danny bursts out of the bus first as Phantom and starts blasting. Sam is next, vines erupting from the ground to grab and drag aliens away, one of which she drags to Tucker so he can steal their tech to start hacking. Paulina is out with teeth bared and breathing fire, scales appearing. Dash is using his enhanced strength as Kwan using his super speed. Other kids pour out fighting. Then Star shouts: “KRYPTONITE IS HARDENED ECTOPLASAM! WE CAN EAT IT!”

The kids start snatching and chowing down as other heroes arrive. There are no adverse affects so they let the kids have their fun as they help Superman stand up.

At the end of the invasion, Mr. Lancer (who had come out to with a Blastor in hand) sighed. “Is there paperwork? We were trying to get to a portal in Gotham.”

Que: What?

Danny: “Yeah our home town we had to displace from our him dimension after they wanted to experiment on all of us. Amity pops up in a lot of universes and it's fun!”

Star: “Sometimes our field trips end with us finding the nearest portal though. Danny can find them.”

This just gets questions but like, Lancer is filling out paperwork and the teens are chatting with heroes happily so it ends up they just kind of roll with it.

The conversations are weird though.

Danny: “Ranking for this world?”

Sam: “Top ten. Not higher then Faerun.”

Tucker: “You just liked how you got involved in that one cult and helped summon a Nature God to murder a bunch of polluters.”

Sam: “And?”

Paulina: “I like that one world where everyone had some sort of power. That Midoriya kid was cute. To bad we got caught before we could sneak him on the bus.”

Lancer: “No kidnapping anyone to Amity!”

Tucker: “I liked the time we ended up on that one planet- Palaven? That was fun.”

Danny: “Yeah it was!”

The kids move on and Batman escorts them to Gotham. The portal turns out to be the Lazarus Pit (oh joy) and then life moves on.

Until a month later when Flash sees the kids at a Museum and learns Amity Park came back. The city begins hanging around more and we discoverAmith likes this dimension. It eventually settles near Gotham and Metropolis. Sometimes it vanishes but it always returns.

#dcxdp #dpxdc