Renthubs commission for @dioslab from @plumelagoon from their fic "eros and psyche" ~~ please read it and get all misty eyed like I did at a tale of curses, arranged marriage, lunar kings and demon princes!
And also check out the official matching art piece that @briseise did for their collab a bit back right here!!!! it's beautiful as all things honey does of couuurse!!!
Eddie making Steve laugh to the point of Steve revealing that he’s actually a snort laugher and Eddie lighting up like all his christmases have come at once
Alicent being ignored as a parent during those first few years. Alicent being expected to take care of aegon, while also allowing Viserys to take him whenever he so pleased, to show off and pass around like a model toy. Alicent being denied her child whenever lords and ladies were around. Alicent only getting him back when she was at her wits end, stressed after being separated from him for so long, watching people hold him wrong, play with him wrong, touch him wrong. Alicent only getting him back when he is fussy and no longer a source of entertainment for Viserys and his guests. Alicent holding her baby close to her chest during outings or events, stiffening when people ask to see him, hesitant to release her grip on him. Alicent biting her tongue when people ask to "give her a break" when she really wants to tell them that it's her baby and she's perfectly capable. Alicent being so exhausted from guests and Aegon being so little and full of energy, and her second pregnancy, causing her to doze with Aegon in her arms, only to nearly lash out when someone tries to slip him from her arms, engulfing him in her arms as if to fend him from hungry wolves. Alicent carrying him around, even as she grows tired, her arms burning and back aching, so she knows he is safe, away from prying hands and acrid whispers, away from his father's attempts to use him for amusement purposes. Alicent feigning a smile, feigning composure and enjoyment, when really, she just wants to be home, in her chambers with her son, where no one can bother them, where they aren't props meant to smile and wave for a man who does not love them.
(inspired by this reblog of my post from earlier. cause yes, @squgs [hope you don't mind me tagging] is right, she would very much go to war for her baby)
[ID: A digital drawing of Oliver Banks and Tim Stoker on a pink background. Oliver is a thin black man with dark skin, locs half pulled into a bun, and eyebrow piercing, a lip ring, stud earrings, and cartilage piercings. He is wearing oval glasses on a chain, a red t-shirt, gray boxers, and white crew socks. Tim is a mid-sized Latino trans man with light brown skin, a lilac side-shaved mullet, a small goatee, body hair, and a cut in his brow. He is wearing rectangular glasses, a purple t-shirt, aqua boxers, and dark purple socks with lighter purple toes. Tim is sitting cross-legged and is holding a game controller in one hand, and Oliver is sitting behind him, leaning into him as he hugs him from behind, squeezing his middle and reaching for his chest under his shirt with one hand. Tim holds that arm with his free hand, and smiles as Oliver kisses at his neck. "Comfy?" he asks, and Oliver replies "mhm~". end ID]
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happy tim stoker tuesday have my rarepair being cute and gay