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do not forget what they took from you (alicent hightower having beef with a three day old baby dragon)

[wsteros]

@legiate

“ how terrible. ” darkened under—eyes barely look up, fixated on the cut of meat. (i would consume you, beyond the bones.) brutality under a domestic guise, a macabre fantasy of housewives; equally bound to each other in an impossibility of escape. neither can leave, neither can stay. she is the rivers daughter, unable to escape the reeds tangled around her legs no matter how inland she goes. a loin cut, something she normally passes over but tonight is a special occasion & she’ll pry back the rib—bones and ready them to soak into a broth later.

the viscera is still caught under her fingernails, the mangled remains curled into the corner of their shed. an immaculate façade, no one is looking past the white picket fence or neatly cut lawn into their pastel suburbia hellscape. (two predator animals cannot stay in the same enclosure. one will turn on the other. it is a matter of time.) and you'd let her. as long as she promised to eat all of you. the knife is placed to the side, by the skin. she’s sat through enough cross—contamination lectures. the maddening brutality living in their walls, bruising their house through rot and seeping from the trees in red sap. the violence cannot be separated from them. “ isn’t is so lucky that you met me then? how terrible to live like that. ” mortification in pictures that plaster their walls, splashed art that cost more then her car. two people, two things living. her blood clots like the pipes in the cold, slathering layer after layer of paint over the mold in the corner like a budget motel but the foundation cracks remain.

i’ll kill you. or you’ll kill me. this house is too hungry to sustain us both. “ and you’ll never be free of me. we’re forever. ”

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𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙲𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳 𝙿𝙾𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙱𝙻𝚈 𝙶𝙾 𝚆𝚁𝙾𝙽𝙶 𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂.    feel free to change pronouns/tenses to suit scenarios, etc.

“baby, come here.”

“i get so lonely at night.”

“why can’t you tell that i’m desperate?”

“why can’t you tell that i’m bad for you?”

“i wish i was you.”

“so, why can’t you tell me what you think i should?”

“if you were here for the other night, you’d be terrified.”

“you know, i think the lines you’re afraid of are all made up.”

“last night, it was bad.”

“i wanna slow it down, but nobody would’ve let me.”

“maybe if you feel out of place, maybe it’s because you are.”

“i hope they crucify me.”

“no more parties in los angeles.”

“as of right now, my job is to lie down.”

“i hope they cancel me.”

“i pretend i’m ten times stronger for you.”

“you show so much promise.”

“it’s okay to be unhappy with all this.”

“what’s it like to be you?”

“do you see me that way?”

“do you remember my name?”

“i want her.”

“i want her to be just like you.”

“you know you’re my favorite.”

“just like me in my day, but you got all your priorities mixed up.”

“what’s it like being famous?”

“do you see a stranger when you look at my face?”

“sometimes, i wanna save you from everything.”

“it’s impossible to say what you’re gonna be.”

“it’s no business of mine how you waste your time.”

“i bet you miss what you had.”

“do you ever wonder why everyone is out to get you every day?”

“do you question anything?”

“how many warning signs until it hits you?”

“gravity’s your friend.”

“too many factors to be sure.”

“so many reasons to think twice.”

“you fall out of touch sometimes.”

“simple things make a difference in your day.”

“when you cry, i get fucking anxiety.”

“take the time to tell me how it ended up this way.”

“your love is cheap; it doesn’t cost anything.”

“what happens when you can’t keep doing it?”

“am i just scared for you?”

“can you feel the weight of their eyes on your neck?”

“i know you didn’t make any plans.”

“are we dead?”

“were you feeling left out?”

“they can tell that your mind is a mess.”

“these days don’t end.”

“you lost the things that brought us closer.”

“forgot how good it feels to be alone.”

“is this how i’m supposed to feel?”

“make it easy for me.”

“take it easy on me.”

“i still don’t know how you felt.”

“you can’t blame me.”

“why switch like different seasons?”

“you won’t find heaven, not in these hills.”

“you shouldn’t be here.”

“you can still make your mind.”

“i can’t save your life.”

“you can’t carry me through this.”

“i got your back sometime.”

“you’ll still be my favorite.”

“i wish i could save you.”

“i guess you got what you wanted.”

“you got your answer.”

“i’m in a dark place.”

“just know i’m not proud of everything i did so far.”

“i do it all for you.”

“can you follow my lead for once?”

“i can never make up for the time.”

“this is not love, i’m a glorified doorstop.”

“you wonder why we fell into a standstill.”

“we don’t need long.”

“still in the same boat.”

“please don’t ask to stay with me.”

“yeah, i’m still the same.”

“i feel insane.”

“don’t take this shit too serious.”

“look at what we accomplished.”

“i can tell you what it means.”

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yes i remembered my login NO i dont want to talk abt it

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do what must be done. show no mercy. (vidya)

when does a man become a monster? when does it become too big for her to control? when does her vision turn into the bigger picture? when will winter come? her hands have become burnt from pushing too deep into the fire, sleeves scorched and skin blistered but she needs this. she sees it. stronger then the tides, azor ahai will rise to defeat the long night and she has found him. among salt & smoke, bearing lightbringer and tempering the oceans itself. anakin skywalker, azor ahai reborn, the chosen one. it's all the same. she found him, she did everything that could be asked of her and more. the flesh is willing and giving, her love never stops. her suffering never stops.

she cannot pretend that she is desperate to stain her hands with more blood. especially not that of children but the lord of light asks and she responds with a blade. it is not their fault, they are children. but they are a threat to the throne, and thus— to the end of the long night. what must be done will be done. “ they will be dead before the comet rises. the throne will be yours, my lord. ”   the lord of light is merciful and their deaths will be quick. they will pass into the fire and not linger, they are children but war demands sacrifice. the realm demands sacrifice and if the lives of three children is what she must pay— then she will make sure it is paid. the lives of the few for the survival of the many.

it will be understood, it will be written in victories. their names will be in songs and ballads. the seven will die in fire and their new world will be reborn in the salt & smoke. he did this. she did this. she's earned this. bride of balerion, she's given her blood and flesh for this and the world will thank her when the night ends. she will kill the usurpers children and make the world anew.

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still hijacking goblini's graphic style seconds after u stopped affiliating? Thats crazy.

stop hiding behind burner accounts and face me like a man

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hi can u stop hijacking my style thx you

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multi-muse written by naz (she/they, 23, nzst). do not follow without permission or followed first (you can ask). #wsteros

don't steal, don't godmod without permission, do not interact if you support incest/pedophilia (primarily in asoiaf but also elsewhere), incredibly low activity. i rarely ship/don't pressure me. no / minimal smut (if a character is or ever was underage in the main narrative [ie. daenerys targaryen] i will not write smut for them, no exceptions). i don't bite but i do block easily. muse list doc. it’s unfinished i got bored and gave up w the faceclaims okay

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This is madness, she told herself as she lifted the black-and-scarlet egg from the velvet. It will only crack and burn, and it’s so beautiful, Ser Jorah will call me a fool if I ruin it, and yet, and yet… Cradling the egg with both hands, she carried it to the fire and pushed it down amongst the burning coals. The black scales seemed to glow as they drank the heat. Flames licked against the stone with small red tongues. Dany placed the other two eggs beside the black one in the fire. As she stepped back from the brazier, the breath trembled in her throat.

A Game of Thrones, Daenerys VI

He followed, angry, holding the torch out low so he could see the rocks that threatened to trip him with every step, the thick roots that seemed to grab at his feet, the holes where a man could twist an ankle. Every few feet he called again for Ghost, but the night wind was swirling amongst the trees and it drank the words. This is madness, he thought as he plunged deeper into the trees. He was about to turn back when he glimpsed a flash of white off ahead and to the right, back toward the hill. He jogged after it, cursing under his breath.

A Clash of Kings, Jon IV

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a dance with dragons written by george r.r. martin. prompts.

“they will not trouble you.”

“if i look back, i am doomed.”

“some might wonder why a duck can talk at all.”

“hold your tongue and open your eyes.”

“i’ll throw a slipper at your head if you say that again.”

“are you craven? i had not heard that of you.”

“you are insolent. i like that.”

“wash your food down with wine and savor every bite.”

“will the old gods hear me if i pray?”

“it’s a dangerous thought i regret at once.”

“when you have known the kiss of a flaying knife, a laugh loses all its power to hurt you.”

“is this a jape?”

“give me the wisdom to know what must be done and the courage to do it.”

“the only time a man can be brave is when he’s afraid.”

“humans live their lives trapped in an eternal present, between the mists of memory and the sea of shadow.”

“tell me all the things that make you happy, all your sweetest memories.”

“never wound a foe when you can kill them.”

“this mummer’s show has gone on long enough.”

“i think that’s enough sufficient wisdom for the moment.”

“of all my failures, none haunt me so much as that.”

“my name is [name here]. you have to know your name.”

“i feel reborn, as if a festering boil has been lanced and now at last i can begin to heal.”

“even weeping, you have a strength in you.”

“swear me your sword, and once i win my rightful seat back, i’ll drown you in gold.”