#my childhood spat back out the monster that you see

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my songs know what you did in the dark - fall out boy: "i got the scars from tomorrow and i wish you could see / that you're the antidote to everything except for me / a constellation of tears on your lashes / burn everything you love then burn the ashes"

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visual representation of diluc’s mother , esperanza . both young version & older version !

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-` ⭒ ✦  𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄   ⸻   my childhood spat back out the monster that you see

[dragons-hoard-of-fandoms]

My childhood spat back out the monster that you see

I made an attempt to visualize a very specific part of the imaginary "My Songs Know What You Did In the Dark" AMV that exists only in my head. Believe me when I say that if I had a shred of video editing skills it would look a lot cooler than this.

Please like it it literally took me five hours /lh

(If they don't all load at the same time I recommend refreshing the page, it looks best when they're all in sync.)

[thekidsarentalright]

hey did u guys know i’ve got the scars from tomorrow and i wish you could see how youre the antidote to everything except for me, a constellation of tears on your lashes, burn everything you love then burn the ashes, in the end everything collides my childhood spat back out the monster that u see

[attackedastoria]

In the end everything collides, my childhood spat back out the monster that you see...

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[iceablaze]

  Shouto’s heartbeat stutters as he shakes, so torn between running and staying, because, well, Izuku’s right. he’s not okay and he can’t even keep pretending to be because Izuku knows he’s not. before anything can even attempt to run across his mind, Izuku tugs his mask down and moves forward. the small movement makes Shouto flinch in anticipation of a hit he logically knows won’t come. 

  I am your friend.

      (  how can he still consider you that? horrible, selfish child.  )

  part of Shouto wants to argue that he is just as capable as Izuku, just as able to handle a jailbreaker, but his lukewarm core temperature betrays him. even if he could attempt to use his quirk in a fighting capacity, he is too exhausted and malnourished; the little energy he can muster with his quirk is keeping him at an alright temperature, so he can’t even guarantee he’d be able to cool or heat himself after a fight.

  anxiety rattles around in his chest but he nods, hands gripping around the two items Izuku bestows upon him. he lets out a shuddered breath and turns on heel, obeying Izuku’s instructions as best he can. nowhere is safe, no, but he allows his feet to take him until he can’t quite feel the tremble of the earthquakes. close, but not close enough to interfere.

  slumping against a wall, he lets himself slide to the ground and relax for a moment before inspecting the boxes Izuku had handed him — a first aid kit, which he surely knows Izuku won’t mind him dipping into, and a bento full of food even he can tell is warm. unsurety peaks in his brain, so he crosses his legs and settles the bento on his left and first aid kit on his right. the bento will stay warm from raising his temperature however much he can until Izuku can come to eat, and in the meantime he rifles through the first aid kit to patch up his rougher wounds.

"You are not fine." It was a fact, that Izuku was unfortunately forced to state out loud. Neither of them was fine, because they were teenagers who belonged in school, but instead were out in the ruined civilization, caught in a war.

At least with Izuku, it was a personal choice.

"Todoroki-kun, I-" A subtle jab at the back of his head swiftly shut down his train of thought. Izuku whipped around, eyes narrowing as he tugged the mask back over his face.

"It's a jailbreaker. You should get somewhere safe," Izuku said, as the ground began shaking underneath them. It was not a regular earthquake, and their time was limited. "I'll come to find you after, Todoroki-kun, and I promise I won't call anyone." He still had so many questions, but all of them could wait. Izuku pulled off his backpack and shoved both his first aid kit and still-warm bento into Shouto's hands. He had received homemade lunch from All Might a while ago, and Shouto looked like he could use it more. "Please don't hide from me. I am your friend."

[night-vipers]

Daddy Issues

Summary: A sudden visit to base by your estranged and abusive father brings back haunting memories from your childhood. Ghost feels like he's staring in a mirror and is there for you.

Warnings: Abusive parent, mentions of death, angst

"You suck at this game Soap" I laugh as he folds his cards for the 5th time in a row. He mutters something in his Scottish twang as he throws his cards on the table, obviously not a very good loser.

"I'm more of a Blackjack kind of guy" he says taking a sip of his drink. We had been winding down as a team, playing some poker after a run of successful missions. I sat beside Ghost who was secretly helping me with my cards, just to see the look on Soap's face when he lost. As we laughed, joked and talked shit the night moved on until one of the perimeter guards barged into the room, out of breath and with a concerned look on his face, his eyes landing straight on me.

"Sergeant, we need you to come to the front gate" he says to me as he straightens himself up.

I put my cards on the table and take the blanket off my legs "Sure, what's going on?" I ask as I begin to get up.

"There's a man demanding to speak to you, he says he is your father" the guard said, concern edging his words. The word 'father' made my blood run cold and it felt like I had been doused in ice cold water. I tried to hide the instant panic I felt as I got up and followed the guard towards the front gate. Ghost saw the way my expression and demeanour changed at the mention of my father and felt a certain unease about the situation, he decided to follow along following his gut instinct that this wasn't going to be good.

The walk down through the base and outside towards the front gate felt like it went in slow-motion. My whole body was tense and I felt like my teeth might crack with how hard I was gritting them together as we got closer to the gate. On approach I could hear yelling and it didn't take long for my fathers beat up and dented truck to come into view. It was the same truck that used to make my heart stop, the same truck that made me hide in my room as soon as I heard it pull into the driveway at home. In this moment I was a little girl again, facing the monster that altered me as a person for the rest of my life.

I was unaware that Ghost had followed behind and stood at the gate keeping a watchful eye on the situation. I motioned for the guards to step back and let me handle it as they retreated back to the gate. I took a deep breath and approached my father carefully, eyes alert like prey looking out for a predator. "Why are you here?" I question him as his eyes finally land on me.

"I came to find my dear old daughter, since you decided to run away from me" he slurred, his tone dangerous and not that of a caring father who missed his daughter.

"You're drunk" I sighed, rubbing neck nervously. I knew what happened when my father drank and it wasn't pretty.

"You think you can stand there and judge me" he snarled as he got closer "think just because you joined the army that you're not still the spoiled, nasty little girl we both know you are" he spat as he pointed his finger at me.

"You know nothing about me, you need to leave" I say, anger rising in my body.

"Don't talk to me like that" he says grabbing my shirt collar and jerking me forward "you're the reason my life turned to shit you ungrateful bitch. You're the reason your mother is dead" he growled in my face, the smell of whiskey smacking me in the face. That comment hit a nerve, a nerve that set my whole body on fire and I decided that it was time to say what I really thought.

"My mum is dead because of you" I yelled angrily as I pushed him back. "She killed herself so she didn't have to deal with the abuse, you didn't deserve her you piece of shit" I yelled as my chest heaved with anger. He smiled menacingly and before I could do anything he smacked me hard in the face, hard enough to send me tumbling into the dirt. My ears were ringing and I was expecting a second blow but it didn't come. Ghost had enough of the scene in front of him and decided it was time to end this.

"Take her inside" I heard Ghost bark before walking past me towards my father. Two of the guards helped me to my feet and took me inside, I was in shock and didn't even look back to see what was happening behind me.

Ghost stomped up to my father and before he could say anything Ghost had him by the neck, up against the side of his truck and a knife to his throat. "You ever touch her again, they'll be finding pieces of you on every continent" Ghost growled, knife pressing into the skin on my fathers neck.

"Who the hell are you?" my father spits angrily as he tries to fight against Ghost but it's useless. Ghost is strong and a wall of muscle whilst my father is weak and the alcoholism has wrecked his body.

"You every come here again or try to talk to her again in any way and I'll make sure you lose the ability to speak" Ghost grunted, his threats not empty. "You have no idea who that woman is in there. She is brave, smart, strong and deserves the world at her feet" Ghost states, pressing the knife harder on my fathers skin until a trickle of blood runs down to his shirt. "Am I understood" he says, his glare deadly.

My father struggles for a moment before nodding "Say it" Ghost says, enunciating each word as he presses harder with the knife.

"I understand" my father spits unwillingly. Ghost stares him down for another moment before releasing him with a shove. My father stumbles and makes his way to the drivers door and climbs in clumsily.

"Don't ever let me see you again" Ghost snarls as my father quickly pulls away from the base. Ghost watches until the truck is a blur before heading back inside to find me and make sure I was okay.

I was sat on the floor of my bathroom, body trembling with a mixture of shock, fear and adrenaline. I sat staring at the floor, lost in the trauma of losing my mother and growing up with an abusive father who hated me. A gentle knock at the door pulls me from my thoughts. "Come in" I mutter quietly. Ghost enters and crouches in front of me, eyes drawn to the bruise forming in the corner of my eye from the hit I received.

He holds his hand out to me and helps me off the floor, leading me to the bed and letting me sit. He goes back into the bathroom and gets a cloth damp with cold water and sits in front of me "Are you okay?" he asks softly, eyes on mine.

I nod quickly and bite down on my lip, knowing that I was an inch away from breaking completely "I'm fine" I whisper quietly, looking away from him. He sighs and lifts my chin with his finger, looking into my eyes again and seeing how glassy they were from all the emotions I was feeling in that moment.

"No you're not" he states simply and lifts the damp cloth to my eye. I flinch away subconsciously "easy it's okay" he says softly as he rests the cold compress against my eye. He moves some hair from my face and brings his hand to cup my cheek again. I lean into his touch a bit more and I can feel myself starting to break. My lip trembles and and I take a shuddered breath. Ghost moves the compress away and pulls me into his lap, snaking his arms around me protectively.

That was all it took to break me completely and I sobbed into his chest, letting out all the pain and fear I was feeling. He stroked my hair and ran his hand up and down my back in a soothing way. "He'll never hurt you again love, I promise" he whispers in my ear. I nod into his chest and sit upright, wiping away the stray tears from my cheeks. Ghost leans in and wipes another tear with his thumb and squeezes my leg reassuringly.

"You don't have to tell me about it tonight but when you can, I want to know the story" he says as he lays down in the bed and opens his arms, beckoning me to lay with him.

"Okay" I mumble and lay with him, my head resting on his chest as he wraps his arms around me again, his arms forming what felt like a protective barrier. In this moment I wasn't scared of my father, for the first time in my life.

[stpansy]

"in the end everything collides my childhood spat back out the monster that you see" meanwhile pw is onstage looking like the prettiest princess who's ever lived surrounded by people who adore him

[dawnbrn-m]

𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐀 𝐃𝐄𝐈𝐓𝐘, 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐁𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐃 𝐎𝐅?

warfare and strategy

prideful and ambitious, your followers come to you for guidance and luck in battles they feel are too much for them. you embody the bravery and bloodlust of warfare and the battle intelligence for strategy and leadership. Your patience tends to thin around those who don’t respect you or question your intelligence and strength.

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[siampie]

Get Off the Highway || Chapter 7

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Plus Size Reader

Word Count: 1.5 k 

Warnings/tags: Enemies to lovers trope, angst, childhood trauma, eldest daughter syndrome

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You were bopping your head at a tune playing in your mind while cooking. Lost in your own bubble, you didn’t see Dean walking into the kitchen, drawn there by the smell of the food. You had remained at the bunker for a few more days, in spite of your numerous spats with Dean.

“Whatcha you’re cooking, princess?”

You gasped at his question, your hand flying to your chest. “Wear a fucking bell, bucko.�� You glared at him. “Stop sneaking up on me.”

You and Dean Winchester had become somewhat cordial in the few days you had stayed at the bunker. Especially, after your nightmare. Who would have thought that one drink could solve conflicts? Now, the bickering had not stopped entirely but they were less—hostile. Somewhat, they were almost friendly, dared you say?

He grabbed the spoon on the counter, “it’s not my fault if you couldn’t hear me.” And scooped up some of the sauce.  

“Hey!” You protested as he brought the spoon to his mouth, “I hope it burns your tongue.” He smacked his lips a few times after slurping some of the sauce. “So?”

He shrugged, “not bad,” he placed the spoon back on the counter.

“Not bad?” You repeated, wounded in your pride. “It’s excellent. Perfect. The best curry I’ve cooked in a while. And all you gotta say is; not bad. How dare you?”

“I’ve had better.” Dean continued with a smirk.

“Where? In a burger joint?” You shot back, “you wouldn’t know good cuisine even if it was staring at you in the face. Get out of my kitchen, away with you.”  

Dean raised his hands in a surrender manner, “no need to get your panties in a twist.”

“Not bad,” you grumbled under your breath.

Your moral had improved in the few days you remained there. Less anxious and depressed. You felt slightly better in your mind. There were many things you were still struggling with. But like most things, there were good and bad days.

And unfortunately, there had been more bad days, than there were good.

However, you couldn’t hide away in the bunker forever. You had to, eventually, go back real life. The job never truly stopped. And your brother had wanted to meet up with you, so, you had to leave for the time being.  

“Don’t be a stranger,” Sam bent down to give you a quick hug.

“I won’t,” you smiled at him and turned to Dean, “try not to miss me too much, Bucko.”

“I’ll do my best,” he replied with a smirk.

You lightly punched his shoulder, “see you guys on the road.”

Your brother had been waiting for you at your apartment. As soon as you stepped into your home, his eyes roamed over you, checking you up for any injuries.

“I’m fine,” you told him, rolling your eyes.

“Let me be the judge of that,” Matt shot back. “I mean you disappeared for days without texting me, once.” He scolded you. “So, yes, I’m gonna check if you’re alright.”

“Don’t be so dramatic,” you told him. “I didn’t disappear, I was staying with friends.”

“Friends?” He frowned at you, confused. “You don’t have friends.”

“Rude.”

“Well, it’s true,” he shrugged. “The only person you talk to is me, and I’ve never heard you mention a friend before. Let alone, friends.”

“You’re done?” You glared at him, “and that wasn’t the point.”

“What was the point?”

“That I was fine and safe where I was, so you didn’t have to worry about me.”

Now, he was the one to glare at you, “easy for you to say. You’re not the one who stays behind, knowing all about the monsters you’re hunting. And how fast it could turn into a shit show. You are also not the one who gets to see your face, every time you come back all black and blue from a hunt.”

Your eyes fell shut at his outburst, guilt now blooming in your chest. You took a deep breath and turned to him. He was truly worried about you and you kept dismissing him. He was younger than you, and you’d practically raised him, but it felt nice to know that someone was worried about you. And only wanted you to be okay. You pulled him tightly into a hug.

“I’m sorry,” you apologized. “I didn’t mean to worry you; I’ll call more often. I promise.”

“You better,” he patted your back. “You’re my big sister, okay? I only got one like you, I’d love to keep you for as long as I can.”

You felt tears pressed against your eyes, your heart swelling with love for your younger brother. “I’ll do better.”

“I know.”

 He’d always been your greatest support. Probably because he was the one who had stayed the longest in the household after your siblings left to leave their own lives. He was your greatest support then, and still was to this day.

It was you and him against the world.

Once your brother was reassured of your wellbeing, and staying at your apartment for a few more days, you made the decision to get back on the road. In fact, Garth had required your help with a hunt close by.

You walked into the rundown diner, greeting a waitress walking by you with a smile. It wasn’t really busy, empty tables mostly. But a few patrons were sitting at the counter, regulars probably. Garth, sitting at the window, waved at you. Your lips tugged up at the corner as soon as you saw him.

Garth was one of those people who could just put a smile on anyone’s face. You didn’t know what it was about the guy, but he had a way to wove his way into your heart. And once he was lodged there, you couldn’t take him out. It was impossible.  

“It’s so good to see you,” Garth hugged you immediately.

“It’s good to see you, too,” you patted his back.

You nodded your thanks at the waitress who placed your order in front of you. “So, what do you need my help with?”

“A big bad wolf, not too far away from here.” Garth told you, “could do it on my own, but it might get ugly real fast. I thought I’ll ask for your help,” you stopped mid bite as he trailed off.

“My brother called you, didn’t he?”

“Andy,” Garth answered. “He’s worried and he’s not the only one.”

You took a bite out of your sandwich, “look,” you wiped your mouth, “I’m alright, there’s no need to worry about me. I’m fine.”   

“Well, sometimes you get a little too much into your own head,” Garth said, raising his hands in the air. “And starts spiraling into your own dark little pool.”

You looked at him as he was spitting facts at you. Garth always had a way to tell the uncomfortable truth, and to look unbothered by the reactions he would get. You hated it and loved it at the same time.

You swallowed the hard pill, “I just had a couple of rough days, but I’m fine.” He gave you a pitiful smile, that somehow bothered you greatly, “At least, I’m getting there.”

It was easy to pretend with Sam and Dean that everything was alright. But with Garth, things were different. It was as though he could read your mind or something. Since the day you met him, on that fateful night, he had been able to read through you. You hated it and at the same time, you felt seen somehow.

You weren’t sure how to feel about that.

“GARTH,” you cried as the werewolf pounced on his small frame. You rushed to your friend’s aid, the beast snapping his sharp teeth at him. Garth struggled to keep him away.  

You picked up the phone off of the ground and aimed it at the wolf, “hey, ugly!” You called, distracting the wolf, and pulled the trigger. The bullet hit his chest, and the wolf reared back, screaming in pain. Garth got back on his feet as fast as he could, his own gun back in his hands.

The werewolf growled at you, sneering almost. The silver bullet had hit his chest, but not his heart. Clearly, the monster was in pain. It didn’t stop him, though. You became his next victim; you took a step back as he stepped forward. He was faster than you, stronger than you. You had his attention, now what?

You aimed your gun at him once more. A shot rang. The werewolf let out a pained howl, gripping his chest. Before it turned back into a human, as it fell to the ground. Garth was standing behind him, smoke coming out of the gun he had just fired.

“You alright?” Garth asked you immediately.

You nodded, still shaken up by the near death, your eyes roaming his frame, checking him for any injuries. “You?”

“I’m good,” he nodded.

“Are you sure?” You questioned, before pointing to his shirt, “that looks like blood.”

“It’s not mine,” Garth assured you. “I’m fine.”

“Yeah, that was a close one,” you sighed. “Tell you what, we clean this up and I’ll take you out for a drink.”

“I thought you didn’t drink on weekdays?”

“You’re the exception to the rule,” you smiled at him. “Come on, let’s get to work.”

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[the-shrimp-alchemist]

hey guys there used to be this really good fma amv with light 'em up by fall out boy and i can't find it anymore. this is upsetting. there are a million others on youtube but none of them are the right one

details I remember clearly: "somewhere another pretty vein just dies" = hawkeye's throat being cut, "my childhood spat back out the monster that you see" = flashes through bradley's backstory, and "burn everything you love and then the--*click*" = hawkeye pointing her gun at roy's head. the amv was mainly mustang-centric but not entirely

help

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The Kneeling Queen, ch 7 - Aemond Targaryen x OC

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Summary: Aemond Targaryen and Maelessa Velaryon were childhood lovers. They were each other’s only comfort in a world full of darkness. When they grew up, their love blossomed until they were the only thing the other cared about. Their lives get increasingly complicated due to the fact that they’re supposed to be on opposite sides of the war. Will their love survive or will it burn to ash as the war ensues?

Chapter warnings: Angsty angst, mentions of mutilation, mentions of miscarriage, no Aemond in this chapter

Chapter 7: Dragonstone

The storm had passed and it was daylight when the Blood Wyrm landed on the beach on Dragonstone. Maelessa hopped off before the two men behind her and stomped angrily all the way up all the endless steps to the castle, barefoot and still wearing only her silk robe that she slept in. She found her mother in the room of the painted table when she entered. The queen gasped and ran toward her, pulling her into a tight embrace. Maelessa pouted but wrapped her arms around her mother’s waist, hugging her back. They had both lost Luke, and this embrace was them grieving together. The queen was thinner than she had been last time Maelessa saw her, meaning she had given birth. She pulled back.

“Where’s Visenya?” she asked. Rhaenyra’s face contorted into another sob, and she realised the horrible truth. There was no little sister, they had lost the baby. “Oh mum I’m so sorry,” she said, throwing her arms around her mother again. Her rage subsided, if only temporarily. Rhaenyra wiped her tears and they broke the hug.

“I’m so relieved to have you home again, Lessa. I’ve lost so much. My father, my throne, my babe and now my son. I couldn’t bear not knowing how you were, if you were safe. And knowing you were with him, I just couldn’t-”

“I grieve with you, mother… But did you not think of me? You robbed me of my only comfort by taking me from my bed in my home and bringing me back here,” Maelessa said and tears stung her eyes once more. Rhaenyra snorted through her tears.

“Your comfort? Surely you don’t mean Aemond? He murdered your brother in cold blood! How could you not think we would come rescue you from him?” she exclaimed, throwing her arms out to her sides. Maelessa was outraged at the words. Of course that’s what she would think. All she saw when she looked at Aemond was a one eyed monster. She didn’t know him like Maelessa did, she couldn’t see all the hurt he buried underneath the facade, all the love he bore in his heart but didn’t let anyone but Maelessa see.

“That’s a lie!” she exclaimed. “Luke’s death was an accident!”

“Is that what he told you? And you actually believed him!?”

“Of course I believe him! You should have seen the state of him, mother. He burst through my doors and fell to his knees in front of me, torn up and crying hysterically, begging for my forgiveness!” Maelessa explained, gesturing wildly with her hands. Erryk and Daemon had caught up now and stood behind her, listening. Rhaenyra shook her head. “Vhagar killed Luke but it was not on Aemond’s orders. My grandsire always said that the idea that we control our dragons is an illusion. He was right.”

“I don’t care how much he begged for your forgiveness, I don’t care for his tears. He robbed me of my son and I am not as eager to forgive as you. I sent you a raven a few days ago. I was going to spare Aemond’s life if you returned home willingly. That offer has expired,” the queen spat. Maelessa frowned.

“I never got your raven. Must’ve been eaten by Vhagar. Surely you realise you’ll have no support from me if you intend to murder the man I’m set to marry?” she asked. In the battle between green and black, Maelessa was constantly torn. She wanted her mother on the throne, like her grandsire had always said. But she didn’t want war, didn’t want bloodshed, didn’t want dead dragons littering the city. And she couldn’t let Aemond die. She wouldn’t.

“Your dragon is too small for warfare anyw- what is that?” Rhaenyra asked, stepping forward. Maelessa looked down and realised her robe had slipped, exposing the crimson AEMOND on her chest. She raised her chin and straightened her back, owning it.

“Pretty, isn’t it?” she asked. Even when he used a knife, his handwriting was neat and beautiful.

“Did he do this to you?” Rhaenyra asked, reaching forward to touch it just like Alicent had a few days prior.

“I wanted it,” was all Maelessa said, a tone of defiance in her voice. Rhaenyra pulled her hand back and stared at her daughter in disbelief. A thousand emotions danced in her eyes before disgust seemed to settle.

“He’s sick! You both are!”

“Where’s Jacaerys?” Maelessa asked, changing the topic.

“Don’t deflect, Maelessa, I’m trying to talk some sense into you!”

“No need, your best friend Alicent already gave me the whole speech. Where’s Jace?” she asked. She hadn’t asked to be kidnapped and forced to come to Dragonstone, yet now she stood here being forced to answer for things her mother had nothing to do with. Rhaenyra sighed, calming herself down enough to answer.

“Jacaerys took Vermax and flew north to Winterfell, seeking an ally in the Starks, the same day Luke flew to Storm’s End.”

Rage flared up in Maelessa again. Luke was too young for such a quest, her mother should have known.

“Why would you send Luke?” she questioned. “He’s- he was just a kid!”

“I would have sent you, were you here!” Rhaenyra countered, the two women growing increasingly hysterical.

“You could have sent Daemon, you could have gone yourself. There’s Baela, Rhaena, Rhaenys,” she listed them off on her fingers while she stared at her mother.

“Do not stand here and blame me for my son’s death!” Rhaenyra shouted. “Blame the kinslayer you love so much!”

“I do blame you!” Maelessa screamed, enraged. “You sent a child to Storm’s End with nothing but demands! Aemond at least came with an offer of marriage!” she yelled, making her mother laugh out loud, but it sounded more like a snort.

“Your beloved murderer is marrying someone else? You do understand that you’re being used as his whore, don’t you!?”

Now Maelessa’s restraint broke and she screamed loud enough for the whole castle to hear.

“SHUT UP! You don’t know anything about Aemond and me because you’ve never cared enough to ask! I’ve been brought back here against my will, I will NOT stand here and listen to you berate me and call me a whore!” she shrieked, turning on her heel and stomping out of the council room, running off to find a maester. She had to send a raven to Aemond. She wiped her tears and found some parchment and a quill to write with. She explained to him what had happened, how Daemon and Erryk had plotted to steal her away in the night. She assured him that she had no part in it and had no desire to return to Dragonstone. She wrote that she missed him already and that she would find a way to return to him shortly. The Maester was hesitant to send her letter to King’s Landing, but reluctantly agreed.

Maelessa got situated in her new chamber and when she was all alone she wept until she ran out of tears. A war was inevitable now and she didn’t know what to do. Part of her wanted to see her mother take the iron throne, her birthright as the king had declared. But now she feared for Aemond’s life if that came true. The other part of her wanted to see Aemond wearing the conqueror’s crown, sitting the throne. The two of them had formed secret plots to install Aemond on the throne instead of Aegon. But the time wasn’t right, the right opportunity had yet to present itself. And now it was too late, at least for Maelessa to have part in it.

Her first idea was to take Catlys for a ride back to King’s Landing, but cruelly enough, Daemon had chained her up in the volcano and hidden away the key. Catlys cried and screeched when Maelessa failed to work the iron collar off of her neck. Nothing worked. So she fell to her knees and wept even more, hugging her little dragon tight. They fell asleep next to each other that night, and in the morning found that Silverwing had joined them, laying with her enormous snout by Maelessa’s legs. She reached out to stroke the large dragon, and was permitted.

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[iceablaze]

  somehow, Shouto’s kicking himself for — well, being so obvious that someone he can barely remember the name of can recognize him the moment he steps into a cafe. he figures it’s the hair, obviously, but he can’t deny that there’s little that can cover up as much facial scarring as he has without looking terribly suspicious. though his scarf helped, well, that scar over his eye was pretty recognizable.

  ❝  I...  ❞  the confusion is clear on his face; he’d spent so long thinking that if he got caught, that was it, game over. yet here is Jirou, of which he’s somewhat positive is her name, offering to just chat with him, no parade or call to the police. it’s nice.

  ❝  I suppose I have time.  ❞  because how long had it been since he’d held a conversation with another person? too long, enough that he knows he is terribly, terribly lonely. some sort of deep melancholy weighs him down as he’s forced to address the earlier mention of one of their friends.  ❝  does...she have a favorite you can recommend?  ❞

@iceablaze​  ||  continued from  💜.

An observant gaze lingered over his appearance, a brow raised in thought. If he had been trying to stay lowkey he had been doing a great job of it. Had it not been for the strands of hair poking out of his beanie suspicions over his identity wouldn’t of arised. Her earjack retracted back as hands found their spot in her jacket’s pockets. Despite being dead he looked good, not that she’d say that outloud. A hum to begin her response, bringing her back to the cafe. 

❝ This is a new spot for me so I can’t say i’ve tried much. But Yaomomo told me their herbal tea blends are stellar. ❞ An earjack pointed at the herbal side of the menu board. Who knew a day out & away from school would turn out so odd. 

❝ If you were wondering, no. Nobody else is here with me. And I don’t have a big mouth about things that aren’t my business, so, we’re cool. If you’re not rushing off though did you want to chat? ❞