#rip grandpapa

[sublimecollectiondeer]

So my grandpapa just passed away (Rip my grandpapa) a lot of my relatives from another town came to his funeral, the funeral was like two days long, the first day is like preparations and getting donations from friends and families, the second day is sending his casket to the cemetery. It was sad but I started getting closer to my other relatives, more specifically my grandpapa's brothers and sister (he has a lottta siblings 💀) a lotta them were so similar yet so different from each other.

There are so many weird traditions we have to follow after his death, like only the same gender can sleep in the same room, anyone over the age 18 can't date/ get married for a year and other stuff 😀

🕊🕊🕊 Fly high grandpapa 🕊🕊🕊

[sage-nebula]

All these years later and I'm struck by the idea of a TSME AU on my way home from work. Sometimes the characters never really leave us, huh

[rayshippouuchiha]

Hello Tomorrow AU makes me giggle sometimes because if Nagisa sticks with becoming a teacher I feel like several people gave heart attacks.

Oh but see in this AU Nagisa actually has even more of a reason to be a teacher than in canon. Not only does he meet Koro-sensei, but his Father still runs the schools in Namimori AND his Grandpapa Reborn is a world-renowned tutor.

RIP to all these future kids who are gonna get a Hibari raised teacher who takes inspiration from both Koro-sensei and Reborn

[theladyhibiscus]

Had another dream and this one was about Twilight Princess Link.

So, it was about several years after the whole debacle about Zant, Midna, Ganon, etc. Link was happily married to a dark-skinned beauty with fluffy chestnut hair (not one of the fishing sisters lol) and had a highly intelligent, old-soul daughter who was 6 years-old. He adored his family and they all lived in a two-story home designed to look like a cute cottage. They lived near Lanayru on the field, like, they weren't too far from Lake Hylia. So, in the dream, Link and his wife were always very close and intimate. He was a loving and mature husband he was an awesome dad even though sometimes he marveled at his daughter's intelligence. Like, he would sometimes jokingly ask her "whose kid are you anyway?" She would always laugh and be all "well, I am my father's daughter!" And, he'd laugh and hug her.

But, not all was paradise. Link would actually miss slaying monsters. He snuck out some nights to take down some monsters dressed in his old tunic and hat. He used to get caught by his daughter or wife. His daughter would show concern because she didn't want to lose her dad to a mishap. Wifey felt the same but she would add in that things were much more peaceful now and there was no need to fight anymore. Also, he has a family now and if he were to die or become permanently injured, things wouldn't be the same for their little family. Link knew this and tried to fight the urge to "be the hero" again. But, he always told himself "that he misses the scent of monster's blood and the less monsters in Hyrule means that he was protecting more of her people."

So, one summer night, he snuck out again after not sneaking out for nearly a couple years because the urge became too much. He went down to Lake Hylia and discovered a little girl a few years under his daughter's age (who was now 10) being chased by a Stalfos. He jumped in, normal sword flashing in the moonlight, and fought the monster, the whole time smiling and chuckling at one point. Once it fell and turned to dust, he helped the little girl up and with a kitten's voice she asked for a pocket watch that the monster apparently stole from her. Link did notice the trinket while fighting and picked it up and gave it to the girl. She took her little hood off and got it from Link with a squeal. Link asked her why was somebody so little out here so late at night? She looked up at him with honey-brown hair and deep blue eyes and said that her mommy was sad that a bad monster attacked her carriage earlier that day and took her "sleeping" grandpapa's watch." I assume, the girl meant HER granddad and her MOM'S father. But anyway, Link was speechless looking at the little girl.

She looked exactly like Zelda.

So, he convinces the little girl to take her away from the lake and see if he can keep her safe with his wife and daughter and the little girl happily agrees and he picks her up and walks off to his home. When he returns, he sees his daughter peeking out of the upstairs window and he sees her and whispers to not say anything and that he found a small child out in the darkness of the lake. She nods and does a lock-and-key gesture near her mouth and he returns it with a happy nod (the have a connection obviously after all lol she IS her father's daughter). So, he thinks he's sneaking in but he suddenly finds his wife, wide awake, and walking down the steps with his daughter. His daughter looks like she's trying to distract her mother but it doesn't work. The wife sees Link and is absolutely DONE with him. Link clumsily tries to explain his situation while the wife is volcanic with him but she notices the little girl mentioning her daughter who is also staring at the little girl confusedly. The wife doesn't say anything and looks at Link and Link panics saying that he found the girl at the Lake being attacked by a Stalfos. Link explains her story and before the wife rips him a new one, the little girl squeals "it's true! Mr. Knight saved me from the bad monster and gave me back mommy's favorite pocket watch! Look! Look! Isn't it pretty?" The wife sees the pocketwatch and sighs tiredly. The daughter volunteers to take the girl to her room for now and the mother tiredly allows it. While the adults are settling down, the two girls sit in the CUTEST (but messiest) little girl's room I ever saw in my life.

The last part of the dream is the rescued girl squealing "is this your room? It's so pretty! Are these your toys? Can I play??"

Lol. I don't know why I dreamt that. XD

[cornerofhell]

“Okay, cherie, you’re almost there! Just a few more!” Mariah could hardly hear her grandpapa over the ripping, burning pain, her hands gripping the sweat-soaked bedsheets as her bare chest heaved, the air feeling like a life preserver and acid at the same time. The vampiress lay in one of the many fancy Pointe Du Lac beds, her papa Lestat at her end to catch the little one inside of her, and her mamas on both sides of her, being her rocks as she let out screams of pain. She had already had strange feelings about the child inside of her, and how she and the child’s sire had left off didn’t help. She didn’t blame it of course, but she was terrified- would it remind her of HIM? Would it end up like him no matter how she tried? Every kick and movement had felt like a blessing and a curse, a reminder of the sweet one inside her, and what it could become- and the pain of this birth was not helping. A contraction knocked Mariah out of her thoughts as she let out a groan and began pushing once more.  “Oh! The head’s here! Just one more cherie, push with all your might!” “Come on honey, you’re almost there!” The words of encouragement from her grandpapa and mama Bonny hit and with a grab of her mothers’ hands and crushing squeeze, Mariah let out a scream as she gave her all into the last push- And a loud wail filled the air. “IT’S A BOY!” The vampiress collapsed against the satin pillows behind her, exhausted but relieved that it was over… And curious.  She peeked through her eyelashes as she heard her grandfather and mother coo over the squealing infant, wiping off some of the afterbirth and cutting his cord. All she saw of hin was a shiny blue- what was that? Her eyes fluttered open in shock as the infant was then laid upon her chest. He was cold, freezing, like a tiny popsicle right ot of the freezer… But this didn’t seem to bother him, because the moment the babe was laid upon her, he quieted. Maria peered down at the little one and just…. Stared in awe. He wasn’t a snowperson like his father, but he wasn’t quite frostbitten either. His skin was white as snow, and soft to the touch. He was tiny too, was this little one really the one that had sent such powerful kicks throughout her body? Clearly, because she noticed his limbs. They weren’t snow- they were ice crystal shards of hands and feet! One of her fingers gently touched one of them out of curiosity and admiration- they were smooth and sharp. His hair was a light brunette, in adorable little tufts, and his face…. His eyes had dark circles, darker than hers or any she’d seen, and a little cute nose similar to her own, and a mouth full of sharp fangs that could rip through anything with ease.  He wasn’t your average newborn, but he was hers. He did have similar things with his father but they weren’t exact. And…., who was to say he’d end up any cruel like his father or his family because of that? You inherit your parents’ looks, not personality.  And as this tiny one nestled against her bosom, his mother just placed her hands upon him and held him closer.  He was perfect. How dare she think such a precious child would automatically be like him? How dare she think anything about this little prince? With just one look, this baby had taken over her very soul, and it would forever be his. And as she felt tears well up in her eyes as she held her son close, Mariah cooed to him. “Hi Charlie. Welcome home.”

------------------------------ The birth of Charles Lee Ray III or Charlie! He is the son of Mariah and FrostCorpsClub 's character Justin, who broke up because of Justin's toxicity and cheating. Justin has no idea she's been pregnant or that he has a son with her until later. Meanwhile Mariah loves her new son with all her heart Mariah is the daughter of Bonny Ray and Angelique Pointe Du Lac and is the grandaughter of Chucky and Tiffany and Louis Pointe Du Lac and Lestat De Lioncourt

[tare-anime]

Awwwwww 🥰🥰🥰

Grandpapa Loid cannot say no to the grandkids 🥰🥰🥰🥰

Rip Franky though (even the dog has a better love life than him 🤣🤣🤣👏👏👏)

Cute moment 🥰

[whomturgled]

i just spend like.... an hour... trying to make a carrd (which is incredibly annoying when using a tablet & touch keyboard bc ur too lazy to find the charger for ur bt keyboard), and I had the layout, the colours, the start and Just finished the 1st important page, after typing and retyping and deleting the same concept of words over and over..,,.,,,and then,....... I mistapped,........ my stupid lil fingie slipped a lil too far to the left........ and I deleted the whole page

in hindsight I think I could’ve done the undo button on it huh but I just stared for half a minute and exited out so like double whammy i’ve got idiot disease

[ragnarssons]

IT REALLY IS TOO MUCH FOR MY NERVES

[visexual-maelstrom]

liveblog for acofaf episode 6:

oh these rumors are nasty™

rumor that grabalba is fucking around in the bloom: bachelorette season idea *intensifies*

squak to baroness alven: poetic declaration of love and yearning 😍😍🥰🥰

squak to theodore: would you like to rough me up every day 😉😉😏😏

i'm in tears holy shit. "bees in my skirt" "geese with teeth" wtf is going on 🤣🤣

'the green hunter' by airry pearry

i wanna read this book now. someone please write it

noooooo grandpapa's here????? fuck

wait chirp's MARRIED???? ok maybe that's not so bad-

SHE HAS A CHILD????

screaming crying throwing up-

"have you read the green hunter?" "i hear they're turning it into a movie" lmao

"i like you but in a babysitter kind of way" andhera lmfao

never change andhera... never change

i love scorple.... o he's dead

critrole spurt 🤝 acofaf scorple dying the episode they were introduced rip

this is the weirdest double date ever

"i love him" awwwww rue!!!

[ask-the-clergy-bc]

Papa’s reactions to their friend having a clergy stalker?

RIP the Stalker, is all I can say. They are in for a world of hurt.

Also went ahead and put it under a read more because it can be a scary and sensitive topic!

(TRIGGER WARNING: For Stalking, harassment, reader distress, implied death of your stalker, and general awful and scary situations. )

Papa's Reaction to their Good Friend having a Stalker Within the Clergy

It already goes without saying this is entirely unacceptable. The Church of Emeritus embraces sin and taboo, but there are still lines you NEVER cross. There is still morality and ethics, and stalking/harassment is unacceptable.

Also, while this is a serious topic I know everyone handles situations differently. I tried to give each reader situation a bit of variety and how the reader would feel, so I hope this is ok! In the end, the reader is going to be supported and safe, with justice served!

Papa Nihil: Believe it or not, Nihil went through something similar when he was a young man. Back when he was touring he had one fan that just took things a little too far. Even though he was a man of power and good ghoul body guards, it didn't mean it wasn't scary for him! So he understands exactly how you feel, and is so angered by it! What's worse? That the person hurting you is UNDER his roof! Lucifer's churches are for protection and family, not whatever is going through your stalker's head! The first thing he does is talk to you. He might be grandpapa, but you are his friend and he wants to handle this in a way that makes you feel safe.

If it was up to him, this person would be ripped apart by ghouls. But it's not about him, it's about you and your justice. Nihil believes in handing back power to those it has been taken from. Your choice for this person was to have them brought in front of the acting high ministry and Nihil. Your stalker was rightfully verbally ripped apart and dragged off to the dungeons (yes, they still use them) until the local authorities were called. The behavior will never be tolerated in Lucifer's halls. Nihil is honestly so pissed he can't do more, like take the experience from you... but he is happy knowing you are safer. He did insist you have a ghoul buddy for a little while, if you still felt a bit scared.

Papa I: If there was one thing you could say about the eldest Emeritus brother, it was that he protected his flock fiercely. Even if you WEREN'T one of his closest friends, he would have the same reaction. Papa is LIVID that not only someone has the audacity to make you feel unsafe but non of the clergy officials has done anything to help you. You almost wanted to protest, but he was right. Most acted like their wasn't anything they could do. With your permission he summoned your stalker to berate them in front of you.

You even got your chance to give the person a piece of your mind- and it felt GOOD. Good to finally have the support and to say how you felt. What was better? You got to see first hand this person being thrown out on their ass out of the abbey front doors. (Honestly, they are lucky they got to leave ALIVE and not just with the cops.) The cherry on top? Knowing Papa would retrain his entire staff and ministry to ensure this NEVER happened again. Papa's only regret is that it doesn't erase all the hurt the situation has caused you. But he will make sure the Church never fails another Sibling again.

Papa II: It only takes you mentioning this to him ONCE. And that was only when it started to become a problem for you. You thought you could handle it until it just escalated beyond your control. Papa was always someone you trusted beyond anyone, and you spoke to him first. It was a bit surprising how calm he was about the whole situation. Later you realized it was because Papa wanted to make sure YOU were ok, and getting angry could be done after. And angry he was! But Papa did everything he could to assure you that you did nothing wrong and this person was not going to be tolerated. Papa merely asked for all the evidence you said you brought.

He listened politely as you showed him all the proof and all your piecing together of the situation. Truthfully, it felt good that your friend believed you and didn't brush you off as just 'paranoid' or over thinking. Actually, it was nice that he offered to let you sleep in his guest room with a ghoul to make you feel safe! Though, it was unnerving with the whole stalking just... stopped. Out of the blue, everything stopped. Days became weeks, and weeks became months. Even though it never magically went away you slowly went back to feeling safe under Lucifer's roof. To your knowledge your stalker 'disappeared', and no one ever heard from them again. They just left all of their things and never came back! There was a rumor of someone seeing one of the ghouls eating human meat but... rumors were often silly, weren't they?

Papa III: There have only been a handful of times during your friendship that you have seen Papa genuinely angry. And let me tell you, they have never been pretty. You went to Papa for help when you realized this person harassing you was a bigger problem than you could handle. He wasn't upset with you in the slightest, but you could practically see his face turn pink under his make up from sheer anger. Papa calmly reached for your hand and patted it with a horribly forced smile. "Give me their name, now."

Honestly, you weren't about to ask questions, you just wanted this whole ordeal to end! The only thing you could gather by the end of the week was that Papa had a VERY important talk with the sibling that had been harassing you. Actually, you found out the stalker had been shamed and excommunicated altogether! Their quarters were cleaned out and you never heard from them again! You DID bring up how you were scared that they might go off into the world and do this to someone else, but Papa smiled reassuringly. "I promise you, that won't be the case!" You never did ask for him to elaborate, but you trusted him.

Papa IV/Cardinal Copia: Unfortunately, Copia is no stranger to people who get a little too close for comfort. The new Papa has had his share of dealing with unsavory individuals who have tried to invade his privacy or weasel their way into his life. But none have ever come close to being a full fledged stalker. Copia has had the luxury of body guards and a congregation that would never let their Papa be hurt. You however, didn't have that privilege and had found someone harassing you for close to a year now. You and the Papa were close, but you felt guilty bringing it up to him. You had no reason to be, but some sort of shame made you feel like it was selfish when he was working so hard and touring. Even feeling like you needed to take care of it yourself, like an adult (even though that wasn't true in the slightest.)

Copia definitely felt guilty when you finally told him, because he feels the need to protect all of his friends. Or at the very LEAST be a person they can always come to! He offers to take you away from your current home and go with him on a business trip. That way you can have a breather and time away while his ghouls 'investigate'. You happily accept knowing you were in good hands. Eventually you went back home with your friend, and Copia announced that your problems were over! The ghouls had found your harasser and they won't be giving you problems anymore. You never asked him to elaborate, knowing how Ember was... but, at least you knew you had seven ghouls and one Papa who would never let harm come to you.

[platanchorsociety]

My younger sister (@johnnyjohnjohnboy) watches Nancy Drew - 2×01 Search for the Midnight Wraith

Why does the agleaca look like that?

She is serving suggestion on a waffle box Ace’s chosen metaphor?

Still don't like the title sequence

Ew, the sound of the hand sanitiser

Why don't they put something on the tip of the meat hook?

Bess' hair looks nice

Oh look, it's Nancy’s grandpapa

Laughed when Ace noticed Everett's meathook

Ace speaks in accusations, one liners and reality checks

Nancy never asked for your help, Ryan

Stop taking everything so personal, Nancy

Ghosts are famous for killing people by ripping off their insulin pumps

This whole show would make more sense from the point of view of Bess

Why are the scarecrows dabbing?

Ew, Nick and Nancy

I agree with Bobbsey, the stories have me rooting for the wraith

First time Nancy has had a self-sacrificing attitude

I thought it was gonna be a Medusa type beat and that they'd just ruined the mirror than could stop her

Now everyone is going to see the poem

Ryan is mean to Carson

Don't crush the truck! Poor truck!

They should do it in the truck to reclaim it

It feels like this Ace-Nancy thing has come out of nowhere

[procrasti-nation-101]

Continued

Me: OK NEXT ONE *no clue as to how to explain my face throughout episode two*

Podcast: *SoMEThiNg ABouT JAmEs!*

Me: *must find a picture or word to describe this feeling*

ah yes, PERFECT!

[rayshippouuchiha]

Did.... Did the Iida family not question why their grandfather would fucking MUTILATE himself enough to figure out about the fact that the mufflers can GROW BACK stronger? Like? Bruh!!! That's some serious self-harm and since that guy would likely have grown up with anti-quirked sentiment he was probably fucking mutilating himself to fit in with society and 'look normal' but instead his fucking mufflers grew back, and presumably he just, KEPT DOING THIS? And they were stronger each time? This man probably fucking hated himself and his quirk so goddamn much!? Y'all should not be emulating this man, you should get him some HELP what the fuck!!??

On the opposite hand, there's the idea that SOMEONE ELSE ripped out that man's mufflers and THATS how he found out?

Neither options are good here. Iida family please get some therapy, I recognize that mutilating yourself does make you stronger in this case, but sometimes, NOT mutilating yourself is better yeah?

Personally, I like to think that the entire Iida family is just batshit insane and Tenya is the only one who comes off as straight-laced until you realize he’s also down to murder.

Grandpapa Iida just fits right into it all.

[adventure-hearts]

FEB 20: FAVORITE CHARACTER BESIDES THE 12 KIDS & THEIR PARTNERS

If you know me, this shouldn’t be much of a surprise. Of course it’s Hiroaki Ishida. Everyone’s Cool Dad is my favourite minor character and, in my heart, the main character of his own spinoff...

There are numerous reasons why Hiroaki is the best, but I’m just going to name a few.

1. He’s cool AF. 

Just look at him with his cigarette and the air of someone who hasn’t slept in two years, like the protagonist in a film noir. He looks cool from the start.

Hiroaki also proves his inner coolness as soon as we meet him. He gets over the shock of finding out the Digimon quickly and sets out to to give invaluable help to the Chosen Children. Even his job (investigative reporter and/or Fuji TV producer) is baddass — and fortunately, it means that he’s always at the centre of the action and can help the kids. We have no choice but to stan.

2. He’s a sweetheart.

Hiroaki is the most developed parent and he has an interesting backstory and depth.

The first time we meet him, we see that he still carries a picture of his family on his wallet. This shows he’s more than the typical Japanese workaholic father who’s married to his job. He has deep love for his family and clearly carries regrets over the family’s situation. Later we learn that he didn’t want to lose his sons and the divorce, and he admits that separating the two boys was a selfish decision (though draconian divorce norms in Japan are probably to blame).

He isn’t a perfect single parent to Yamato, but you can tell he’s trying his best. Despite being often absent due to his work, he truly cares about Yamato and they have a close relationship. At times it feels like their roles were inverted a bit, but that adds to the dynamic. (There’s a lovely scene in the PSP game when Yamato brings him lunch at work and it’s a really sweet portrayal of the relationship.)

In short, he’s very caring, he helps everyone out whenever is needed, and there’s nothing he wouldn’t do for his kids. Yamato and Takeru clearly love him a lot, for good reason.

3. He’s a bit of dork

He may look tough, but Hiroaki’s sons (especially Takeru) have him wrapped around their little finger. Hiroaki agrees to take them camping as a cover up, and uses his Xmas bonus to buy them a computer.

He listens to dumb sutras and (supreme proof of inner dorkiness) he is a former a bass player.

So he’s likeable and entertaining!

PS: The little Takeru and me ships the hell out of Hiroaki and Natsuko (who herself is also cool AF). Yes, I know it’s not Realistic, but can they please get back together? Maybe a little Parent Trap situation played by Takeru (to Yamato’s horror)? Or can they just become exes with benefits as they grow older? (I’d read those fics.)

Special mentions: Daigo (RIP), Meiko, Sakurada (Hiroaki’s assistant), Mr Fujiyama, Shuu Kido (the rebel Kido brother), Chikara Hida, Kae Izumi (Best Mum), Ken’s parents, Michel (Takeru & Yamato’s grandpapa), “Chichos”.

[wickedjaime]

Now you're just a scar, a story I tell Such an ugly mark, I wear it so well. 

The ash swarmed the air, danced in thrashing golden light. Rhaella watched it fall, held her breath. Charred flesh still found its way inside her, though, and the heat took her, licked and clawed and flayed at her, even from afar. It was vast, towering, its halo reaching the heavens and the world, rising, rising. She had seen flames like this before, once. Summerhall. Summerhall, where grandmother and grandfather and Ser Duncan and Uncle Duncan and her heart burned and fell and died, and Rhaegar writhed from her loins, and she lay there screaming and bleeding, and the smoke choked her.

Aerys had found her, after the birth. No. Not Aerys, not yet. Ery. Still half a boy. Still with that gentleness only she was ever allowed to see. Still fitting the name she had given him, before the witch spewed her prophecies, and father and grandfather forsook her. Before all their dead children, and Duskendale. 

And her. She’d been Ellie, still. Ery had gifted her with that name, once. An innocent sound, as sweet and unbroken as she had been. The name had died the moment the witch spoke, but still. Still.

She still remembered the feeling of his arms around her and Rhaegar as they all lay in the only bed in Summerhall that had not become soot. Her loins ached, and her soul was numb, but she was warm, and Aerys’s skinny arms were strong, anchoring her, and Rhaegar was soft, and silent, and beautiful, and theirs. Only death paid for life, she knew, and they had all paid to bring forth the Promised Prince. She’d closed her eyes, rested her head on her brother’s shoulder. I felt safe with him, Rhaella remembered, and it was queer to think of it—a time where she’d been in the presence of her husband and had not been afraid, or numb. But, yes. She had felt safe with him, once, loved. Then. 

Ery had been glad to give her that safety, that strength, that home. He had kissed her temple with the softest, grieving sighs. You’ve done well, Ellie, he’d told her, thumb grazing Rhaegar’s cheek. 

Not well enough. She had bore him one son, but never another, not for years. Only blood, and withered, small corpses. When he’d decided the endless miscarriages and silent births were because of her imagined adultery, he had beaten her so badly she thought she would see grandpapa again, and half of her welcomed it.

That was the beginning of the madness. The birth of her scars. 

Not the end, though. 

The end came with jade fire, and the nights they summoned. Claws that sank, dug, ripped, marked her forever. Smoke, clung to his robes, drifting off unwashed skin. Tearing teeth, rancid breath. Laughter, and aching loins. She ached there again now, from Daenerys. He had forced their daughter in her. Not Ery. Aerys.

A tiny hand tugged at hers. “Mother?” asked Viserys. His voice had never been so hushed, so afraid. “Will... will Father become a dragon, now?”

Rhaella’s eyes didn’t leave the pyre, but she squeezed her son’s fingers. She hoped he couldn’t feel her shaking. “We were born dragons, my hatchling,” she told him. But this thing did not die as one. 

She sent Viserys away before he could question what she’d said—she would not lie to her son about what King Aerys had been, nor would she let him see his father become naught but dust and black. She would watch, though. The creature burning had only been her husband. Not her brother. Her brother had died long ago.

Rhaella watched. She watched as the gold flames swelled, and chanted, and flew, and burned. She watched as they descended, dimmed, cooled. She watched as black dust became dark wisps, as they fell like tears, tears she had never cried, because dragons breathed fire, never salt. She watched until it was done.

“Your Grace,” Ser Barristan called, voice riddled with concern. Ahh. It was night, now. She had not noticed.

Rhaella did not look his way. Kept her eyes on the pyre. She felt his averting eyes, though. His shame. It had drowned him since she’d started wearing dresses that did not hide her chest, her neck, her shoulders. No silk to shield, no loose, falling hair, no unmarred skin—just faded slashes, and bites, and endless red on white. He would see the Queen Regent’s scars. The world would. She’d commanded it.

“I will stay a while longer,” she said, coldly. “Leave me.”

He did as she bid him, in a way he never did when she was just Queen Consort, and she’d screamed behind oaken doors, and he’d stood vigil at the king’s command. But there was no king, now. Only a babe with a king’s title, and a Queen. 

You’ve done well. The faintest sound, the ghost of a wind, but in her heart, she heard it. Her loins ached, and her scars gleamed in the moonlight, gleamed black, black as Aerys’ soul, black as nothing, because it was nothing, in truth. Just the tale of some wraith who’d had a crown for eons, but had never been Queen.

Rhaella’s eyes did not leave the floating ash that had once been Aerys Targaryen. She placed one hand over her heart, where her brother was, now. You’ve done well, Ellie.

“Rhaella,” she whispered, so only he would hear. “My name is Rhaella.”

Ash filled the queen’s mouth. She drank it.

[girlwiththepapatattoo]

The sax was just too much for Grandpapa it seems.

RIP I hope your sons are kicking your ass at least once in Hell.