#my icon.

[iluvoscarpiastri]

nvm so whatever silvia tried clearly didn’t work but I STAND WITH MY CANCELLED WIFE (charles) 😔✋

[tapdancingeggs]

Epithet Erased Icons ̖́-

please reblog and credit me if you use/save!!

because this show is my latest obsession

@jelloapocalypse !!

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[tapdancingeggs]

Hi! I need an icon that has both Giovanni and Sylvie in it (preferably of them bickering because siblings just be like that), if you could do that please? -anotherepitheterasedblog

behold, the boys!!

@anotherepitheterasedblog

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[edrec]

Oh God, please. Please, sweet merciful God, please.

[mothereddragons]

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the stone felt cool under her warm fingertips. the dragon queen had lost track of the time she'd spent staring down at the painted table, moving the dragon piece across the sea to dragonstone and back again, only to find herself displeased with the strategies she had come up with. the council meeting had ended long ago and most of her council were dismissed to their chambers for supper. she insisted she stay longer despite their concerns, but here she was the queen, and she would not be challenged. no, she thought. a plan is what we need and we need it now.

the lion, the wolf, the dragon. their placements on the map never pleased her, even as she gripped the carved wood and moved them around like she were playing a game of cyvasse without an opponent. violet eyes flickered around the chipped paint below her. the siege on king's landing was proving to be more difficult, but what about the north? hadn't robb mentioned something about his brother needing dragonglass? the dead, he'd said. the dead are coming. but what did it mean? what did any of it mean?

her skin felt hot. the sudden feel of two arms snaking around either side of her and a chest pressed against her back. the height was familiar. she could hear the slightest smile in robb's voice even though she could not see his face, and before long his lips were trailing down the side of her neck and she found herself moving a hand to rest on top of his. "the meeting was regressive." she said. she sighed and swallowed thickly, trying hard to stay focused on the task at hand. he was already distracting. "i thought i dismissed you for the evening." she cleared her throat. she didn't mind his kisses. "is this your way of letting me know you aren't tired?"

》 @ncrthernkxng

[mothereddragons]

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" still, that doesn't explain what you are doing this far from your home. " she said, violet eyes narrowing as the man stood from his kneeling position. they flickered back and forth to either her side, only just now noticing she had wandered off from her own safety net of guards, now idling with the man who had struck a sword through her father's back. the acrid smell of blood and decay entered her nostrils with each breath, yet somehow it was something she had grown accustomed to; that didn't make it any less unappealing. " you would know many a thing about solving problems with swords, you murdered my father in his realm. evil as he was . . . my assumptions of you are yet to be proven otherwise. "

@goldenkingslayer

[disneyprincessbuffyannesummers]

Your icon is brilliant, did you make it yourself?

yes i did.