the fact that both helaena and aegon immediately refused to have their son's body pulled through crowded streets and yet it still happened anyway because everyone around them is more focused on exploiting this tragedy than comforting the people involved is breaking my heart a little. like i despise aegon, but his own mother walked away from him crying his eyes out in grief and disrespected his wishes for his dead child. and don't even get me started on everyone neglecting helaena and alicent worried about saving her own skin instead of trying to comfort her daughter and listen to her as she grieves.
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suffocating
I’m doing the dishes again
Staring into the water
At that boy
How can I call myself a girl when the face that stares back
Is just another random boy
You’d see playing on a subrban corner
My name isn’t my name
People don’t call me by my name
I’ve been cut off
From everyone
If I died tonight
Nobody would notice
Just another kid
Just another teen suicide
It’s better than the alternative
To suffocate in this form
Would be preferable
To living in a world where nobody sees me
It’s better than the alternative
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Hey Aerie! I'm sorry you had a bad week, hopefully this one will be better!! Could I have some Vampdrew? I love how different (close!) his relationships with his humans are! And Neil just smelling too delicious 👀! Thank you for sharing your work ily <3
WIP Wednesday (4/24) | Vampire Andrew AU (Part 117)
Andrew pulls away immediately, feeling a thousand times better. He uses Nicky’s eyes as a mirror and sees he’s only got a bit of blood trickling from the corner of his mouth this time. He thumbs it away before saying, “I owe you.”
“If you pick up the popcorn explosion, we’ll be even,” Nicky mutters before slipping into his post-drink coma. Andrew rolls his eyes at the request but agrees to the terms. He’s picked up twenty-three pieces before Aaron unwisely opens his mouth.
“I’m starting to think we need to lock you in a bathroom for a while.”
Andrew freezes for a second at that. And Nicky valiantly tries to sit up, the venom making it a bit difficult for him to get his voice working. “Don’t—”
“If you find a bathroom that can hold me, you can try.” Andrew challenges, looking Aaron in the eye. To prove his point, he zips around the room and picks up every piece of popcorn he sees— which is all of them, one hundred and nineteen to be exact. Then he pushes the bowl into Aaron’s hands.
His twin looks up at him, bewildered for a moment at his speed. “I’ll get to work on that.”
“Good luck.” Andrew wipes his hands on his jeans to remove the greasy feeling. “I have to go back to the court now. If you hear sirens… It’s probably me.”
“We’ll bust out the good pitchforks for you,” Aaron jokes. Then he takes a piece of popcorn from the bowl and Andrew doesn’t stop him from putting it in his mouth.
“Hey… That was… on the floor,” Nicky slurs, making Aaron grimace.
“Oh. Ew.” His face twists and Andrew cackles as he leaves, finally in a decent mood.
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