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Kiki Smith: 'Constellation' at Nelson-Atkins Museum of Art (1996)

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― Halsey, I Would Leave Me If I Could: A Collection of Poetry

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The horrors never actually end btw

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AEMOND TARGARYEN + lips

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He watches helplessly as she goes, lost as to why she is so hurt when everything he does is to shield her from harm. But then the anger sets in again. Familiar and safe, it has been what kept him from all harm for so long. For far longer than even her care had. He bursts into action then, long loping gait closing the distance between them until he is uncomfortably close. He was not ignorant to the change in how she looked at him since Lucerys' death. How they all looked at him. The Septons' would say that the love of the Mother was endless, but he sensed at least that his own's was coming to its end. She was too pious to love one the gods reviled. Besides, none of them could be wanted, and no truly loving mother would bemoan the lives of strangers while her own children fought for their very lives.

He waited until they were inside the family chambers before he starts on her, uninterested in having an audience for family matters.

"You treat me with contempt for doing what you wanted of me. For doing what it takes to keep you and Aegon and Helaena and Jaehaera alive. What do you think will happen? Hm? If we are to wait? If we are to give them time to regroup? To secure her position Rhaenyra will have to kill us all to ensure none of us can be rallied around — yes even Helaena and Jaehaera. This is a course that was set the moment Aegon was born." He makes sure she is looking at him, seeing him. With her large beautiful eyes so full of grating pity and self serving sorrow. She weeps for everyone but him. She mourns Aegon of all the miserable wretches on this loathsome planet but not for him the one who is condemned to only find his worth in the violence she so reviles.

"Loathe me for it all you wish, stare down your nose at me for my cruelty but understand that this is what was always going to happen. I have no purpose, no course I can take, but to wage this war and protect our family. It is I and Vhagar that are the only reason the Keep still stands, it will be me who fights and bleeds and risks my life day after day so you may sit here in comfort and bemoan how little I care for people who would gladly butcher you the children you care for to protect their own lives. You had twenty years to try to prevent this, you did nothing. You have no right to act as if I am the beast here. Look at your father, the council, to Aegon. I am doing my duty because I would prefer not to have my head on a spike. Consider the thought for the people spared. Now I must wonder if you will spare one for the son sets himself between you and the enemy."

He has gone too far. He has said what has been boiling in him since he came home with Lucerys' blood on his hands and saw the light leave her eyes when she looked at him. When he realized Jaehaerys had been killed in his stead. When Aegon laughed at him. When he ruined Aemond plan and stole the glory of his kill. Aemond was a kinslayer now two times over and had nothing to so for it but a regency with a council of fools and the contempt and second guessing of his mother. The mother who he wanted to hold him, to ask him if he was alright, to tell him it would all be fine even if it was a lie. Once she had taken a knife to Rhaenyra for him, where had that gone?

Her chest physically recoils at the callous mention of Jaehaerys' murder. She has to tell herself that he did not intend to be so cold, to remind her of the cruel way her grandson had been butchered in the night. He wouldn't. "I merely suggest that we take the time that Rhaenyra's council will surely need to regroup after Princess Rhaenys' death to spare some thought for the smallfolk, Aemond," Alicent murmurs softly. It would have been her first move as REGENT--had she not been set aside.

Like a pretty little FLOWER. Beautiful and fragile.

"Without the peoples' support, victory will never be in our grasp." Had they all forgotten who had been operating the kingdom while her husband withered and died? Who had sat in his seat and made critical choices and listening to the voices of those she deemed WISEST?

She allows herself to be stopped, feeling his hands grip her shoulders lightly. He leans in and she blinks at him, her eyes searching his face for any trace of the little boy she had LOVED so. Her eyes widen--his words cut to her core. It was not enough to be denied the ability to rule as regent, but even her council was being rejected. He wouldn't listen to her, and they would all DIE for it. Though her eyes glimmer with rising tears, her jaw tenses and she gives a little nod. Curt.

"As you wish, your grace." Her words are delivered with ice and she brushes past him, keeping her chin up.

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AEMOND TARGARYEN House of the Dragon - 1.10

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Lady Breyna ( @adreamofsilk ) said " i hope they found peace. "

"I'm sure they did," His tone was neutral but there was a mocking glint in his eye. "Death is infinitely peaceful, there's nothing there. Save your sentiments for the living, it's wasted on them."

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AEMOND TARGARYEN and ALICENT HIGHTOWER HOUSE OF THE DRAGON (2022-)

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Aemond smiles blandly, neutral and relaxed, a predator watching prey. The Ironborn are savages, but useful ones, and Maron is too intelligent to be disregarded. Intelligent men were as useful as they are dangerous, best to keep him close for now. Without him his people of little concern, so best to keep him within executioner's reach.

"My sight is quite clear. I know precisely who my enemies are. The Whore my sister and all those who support her. Everyone who is a true servant to the Iron Throne has nothing to fear, only those who choose to follow the pretender will be put to the sword — after they watch all they hold dear burn."

His smile becomes genuine then, and much worse. " A purging of the untrustworthy is worth a few scorched fields and so long as the people understand where their loyalties should be there will be plenty left whole. Those who prove especially loyal may find themselves better off after such a scouring." Aemond played idly with the sphere that symbolized his place on the council. "Tell me, how long is it to sail from the Iron Islands to the mainland."

@numiolaes says ❝ a dead enemy is a thing of beauty. ❞ ( x )

" TRUE , " THE AGREEMENT IS BRIEF , A SINGLE WORD UNDER HIS BREATH . he cannot help the subtle feeling of unease creeping into his pores . a feeling that has his hackles raised and his mind on full alert . it isn't fear , per se . caution , perhaps , is a better word for it . a madman recognises a companion and feels his madness ooze out . and Aemond's isn't slow and deliberate like Maron's own ; it's a deluge , almost - ready to wash the world away in its wake .

" and if one sees enemies everywhere , all one is left with is a world full of corpses . " he glances at the Prince Regent , an innocent smile on his lips . the truth , horrifying as it may be , is that he has no intention of stopping the prince from committing genocide . let him burn the world down , for all Maron cares , but please don't start until he's brought himself and his fleet onto watery safety . yet he cannot fully support this mania . not openly , not right now . not when he knows Larys may be glued to the door of the council chamber , ready to report to whomever is paying him most handsomely .

" I'm sure you'd want something left to rule . for your brother , I mean . " of course he does . . .

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#what a diva

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Loras ( @ach1llean ) said ‘I’m glad you’re here.’

He snorts, raising an incredulous brow at his cousin. He stands as casually as he ever does, hands resting on the pommel of his sword. Loras is by far one of his favorite relatives, the idea he wants Aemond around is warming. He was used to be the one left out. But that had been before, now he valued only Loras' sword arm and his willingness to use it.

"Then you are the only one. My efforts for our cause continue to go unappreciated."

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your house is on fire and your children are gone

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PROMPTS FROM BONES AND ALL *  assorted dialogue from the 2022 film, adjust as necessary

you didn't tell me you play piano.

how would i even get there?

you said you wanted to make more friends here.

do you think it'll rain tonight?

i crawled out a window.

we're the lost girls then.

so you can't spend the night?

we're trying to talk.

i'm taking you to the bookstore.

are we ever gonna talk about... what i did?

no. that's never gonna happen.

i've been looking forward to this day. for a long time.

you aren't going to see me again. i can't help you anymore.

i've gotta leave you to figure it out for yourself.

i don't know how much of what i'm about to say you remember. maybe you honestly don't.

shouldn't you be in school?

that was the last time i used our real last name.

you got clever. so fucking clever.

is there a place to get something to eat?

i'll just wait here if it's okay.

i didn't mean to scare you.

i was looking for you. maybe that sounds weird to you... or maybe it doesn't.

do i know you?

i smelled you, and you probably smell me now.

through the back. we'll talk inside.

you won't always be able to hold yourself back.

there's a reason you're on your own.

i'm not a thief.

did someone find you? while you were doing it?

what if i don't want that?

you don't have to be alone.

you're out of control.

what happens? you think something bad's gonna happen?

i didn't know i could do that.

why does that matter?

i'm just saying i'm not an asshole.

you wanna get in? for a minute?

i don't know whether to cry or scream or laugh or what.

can you help me? i just... i'm new at this.

i'm gonna take a shower.

we need what we need, right?

open the fucking door!

let's make like a tom and cruise.

you seemed like such a hardcase yesterday.

that's a choice. we don't have to be like that.

why'd you offer to bring me along?

do you get home often?

there are hypocrites everywhere.

i didn't run away.

i'm not trying to start anything. i'm just saying what i think.

take whatever you want.

fucking asshole. you said you were going to stick around this time.

you're the only person i miss.

are we not safe right now?

what was your first time like?

i don't remember much after.

we shouldn't be talking about killing anybody.

i don't want this to touch us.

i'll see you in an hour.

i can't protect you anymore.

you've got blood on you.

we ruin lives we don't even see.

why are we even talking about it like this?

we should feel something. we've killed and it's murder.

how dare you make this harder.

you've got nothing to be sorry for.

i hope you can respect that.

all i ever wanted in this world was love.

the world of love wants no monsters in it.

you don't have to say anything else, but tell me if you're okay.

i'm just not comfortable with this.

you protected the people you love.

you don't think i'm a bad person?

all i think is that i love you.

i used to tell people the truth, you know.

i was going to turn myself in.

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He worked methodically, reveling in quiet pleasure as he meticulously freed is mother's beautiful curls. It was soothing work, rewarding work. His mother deserved to be looked after and tended to. She worked so hard and was so under appreciated.

"All of the maids and nurses were too rough," He murmurs, eyes never leaving his work "they caught on every tangle." .

He missed her combing his hair, missed her uncomplicated affection. He picks his words and tone very carefully, he does not wish to hurt her but it stings that she doesn't remember. "After I lost my eye. The maester didn't allow even my hair to be washed for three days after lest the motions on my scalp pull at the wound. Then it was 3 weeks before I could truly comb through it, lest it pull. After that I combed my hair myself."

@numiolaes asked: [ brush ] sender brushes receiver's hair

The juxtaposition of them was strange yet entirely fitting. Alicent, sitting in front of her vanity mirror, and her ever doting son standing behind her, brush in hand as he worked his way undoing braids and untangling curls. She smiled, a small and melancholic curl of her lips. "This brings back memories," she commented, looking at her son's eye through his reflection in the mirror. "Do you remember? You would never let anyone but me brush your hair when you were younger."

She wished she could go back to those times. Back to when it was Aemond sitting in front of her and she was the one brushing through stubborn knots. Things had been so much easier back then, even if they were never truly easy to begin with. "When did that ever stop?"

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put an 💘 in my inbox, and i’ll tell you what i think of our muses as a ship!

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alicent brushing baby aemond's hair after driftmark

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"To Think." He replies simply. He observes her with his one cool eye for a long moment, hands behind him and back ramrod straight. He knows very little of real consequence of Lady Margarey and most he knows he assumes is a lie. Almost everything people say about others is a lie. The Honorable tend to be honorless, the kind are actually cruel. She is at least, as beautiful as they claim. A black mark against her. The prettiest girls are always the cruelest and a gaggle of them is always dangerous.

"The gardens are tranquil, this one is usually quiet empty. What brings you here Lady Margery?" He smiles but it is a thin, bloodless thing. Hollow of everything but the barest politeness.

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𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐒 𝐊𝐄𝐘𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇: ROYALTY AND FANTASY 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒.

Chocolate brown curls bounced against her shoulders as she walked the castle gardens. It was no Highgarden, but it would due. She missed Highgarden. She missed the barge days. She missed her brothers.

She reached out a gentle finger brushing against the petals of the flower in front of her. One of her ladies stood close to her as she spoke. "I didn't know Summer Roses grew here in King's Landing." The maiden was about to nod when a voice from behind caused the other girl to jump. "All things are possible at the castle." Margaery remained composed as she turned toward the Prince.

"Your Grace…" She curtsied low. "What brings you out here amongst the flowers on this day?"