#violence mention tw

[ashwithane]

this was all i could think when i realized rauru shares a va with dimitri fire emblem

(no spoilers in comments/reblogs please!!)

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

Vincent Price as Paul Toombes

Madhouse (1974)

[lostsoullover]

He's rancid, he's perfection, I wanna boil him in oil, I wanna kiss him better, I hate him, he's a complete tool, we are married, he owes me money and therapy, he should let me give him a baby, I wanna break his neck with my bare hands, we own a house together, he's my best friend, he's the fucking worst.💔

[thepileofclothesonyourdesk]

Mr. Bonzo is called an external because he makes peoples insides external

[forafcrtnight]

JOHN HAD BEEN.. IN AND OUT OF CONSCIENCE FOR QUITE SOME TIME NOW. he woke up and then, he was brought under again and.. yes, the only thing that he could think about was.. that everything hurt. what the hell had happened? he could remembers bits and pieces and what exactly he had been doing before all of that and who had been there, but .. he didn't know sure and that bothered him. of course that it did. blinking as he saw someone on the doorway of the room that he was in, he shook his head. "what .. what are you doing here? WHAT DO YOU WANT?" was it normal for him to be nervous? maybe. @walstarterblog

[brandstifter-sys]

Don't Drop Mr. Fuzzy

Word Count: 2405 (Ao3)

Characters: Virgil, Remus, Mr. Fuzzy

Warnings: Intrusive thoughts, fear of abandonment, death mention, violence mention, s/h mention, post-break up reconciliation

After the gift exchange, Virgil couldn't stop thinking about Remus, about the slip in his bubbly facade. So naturally he went running to the Duke, and not a moment too soon. Remus needed some affection.

---

The gift exchange wasn't as much of a disaster as he thought. Sure he had a hiccup with his giftee doubting him, but Roman bitch slapped Janus. Patton was thrilled with his gift, but then there was his own present. 

Virgil sat on his bed and stared at Mr. Fuzzy. He could admit it was cute, for something Remus made, and if he had no idea what it was made of he could be grateful for it. In private. Who really kept gifts from their ex?

“Maybe if I sanitize you, you won't be as gross,” Virgil said and turned it in his covered hands. He had yet to set it down, partly because he didn't want to contaminate his room, and partly because he felt guilty for dropping it after Remus' little outburst. 

“Mr. Fuzzy doesn't like being dropped!” 

The way Remus said that punched him in the amygdala. The layered voice, that rigid posture, those wide eyes—to an outsider it was uncanny, unsettling, but not to those who knew him. Virgil knew him all too well.

“Alright,” Virgil sighed and got up, headed for his desk. He conjured a small tub of warm water and that blue barber shop comb cleaner and set Mr. Fuzzy inside. 

“I'll be back in ten, so just chill,” he said and stepped into the closet. There was no way he was wearing a sweater for the rest of the night! Maybe he could just go shirtless and play video games until bedtime, it was less work. But he still had to handle Mr. Fuzzy and hide it in the back of the closet somewhere. 

That idea made his stomach churn. He was so tired of hiding things just so they could come out in the open again. And Remus' words were echoing in his skull again. 

Mr. Fuzzy didn't like being dropped. Abandoned. Neither did Remus. And Virgil absolutely dropped and abandoned him. Virgil abandoned him and yet he still made him a gift with his own hands, a cute little blob that really fit his aesthetic. 

He couldn't ignore the dread filling him as he peeled off his sweater. Remus used that voice. It was the same as the one Virgil used when he was on the verge of a panic attack. It was a cry for help.

He knew Remus had his moments when his thoughts drove him crazy, when he legitimately feared that they would become reality. He knew how horrible the duke felt despite his smile and impishness. 

Why didn't he recognize it at the gift exchange? Was it his own anxiety about being stuck with Janus and Remus? Was it Janus' obvious discomfort with the situation, the discomfort that led him to drinking all that wine? It should have hit him much sooner than it did. 

And as he finished getting into his pajamas, Virgil realized that he couldn't just sit by. He still cared about Remus, more than he should.

He grabbed Mr. Fuzzy, willed it dry, and sank out. 

---

Remus wandered down the hallway towards his bedroom. He didn't trust himself to sink out and appear in his own room, not when his mind was screaming at him. Now that Janus was in bed and cozy, and the party was over, he didn't have any distractions.

He just wanted to have fun in the chaos a drunk Janus brought to the “family gathering” and maybe give and get presents outside of the secret Santa. But all he got was a throw away, thoughtless gift (he loved it but it felt impersonal and did not help his thoughts) and a shock from his brother slapping his bestie. In hindsight it was exactly the kind of response to the building tension he enjoyed, but at that moment it was gnawing at his brain.

Janus dying from a snapped neck, leaving him.

Roman stabbing him through the gut, blood splattering up to his mustache.

Worst of all, Virgil hated the gift he made for him. Yes, he scoured his shower drain for it—it’s called recycling! But he made sure to clean the hair if only so the glue would stick! It was cute and creepy! Just like Virgil! 

Virgil pushing him off a cliff into the void. 

Silence. Darkness. Solitude. Only his thoughts telling him how he could die

Remus didn't realize he was digging his thumbnail into his fingers, going from pointer to pinky and back, until he reached his door. He could smell the blood on his hands. He was ready to scream and cry. Maybe he could cuddle with his favorite teddy and hide under the covers—

Suffocating. Blood vessels in his wide eyes breaking. His face turning red.

—curl up on top of the covers. 

But his heart shattered when he opened the door. He couldn't even hold up his deranged smile. He had everything organized perfectly, clean, and nothing should have been out of place, but the unexpected hairball on his desk was staring at him. Mr. Fuzzy was back. Virgil didn't even want to keep it in his closet! 

Tears welled in his eyes as he staggered towards the desk, not bothering to look at the rest of his room. Virgil actually hated him! He really was gone— 

“Hey,” Virgil said softly. Remus whipped around and spotted his favorite edgelord perched on his bed. He was chewing his bottom lip and avoiding his eyes, but was he really there? 

Remus timidly reached out and brushed Virgil’s arm with his bleeding fingers. He was not hallucinating. 

“Can we talk?” Virgil asked and gently grabbed his hand. Remus nodded dumbly and sat down next to him. 

“What did you want to talk about?” 

“Are you doing alright? You kinda slipped back there,” Virgil said and scooted closer. He conjured some bandages and tended to his wounds. 

“No. I miss you. I put so much time and effort into your gift and you don't like it, you even dropped it!” Remus pouted. He didn't have to plaster a smile on his face or pretend he wasn't hurting now. He couldn't hide his fingers so why hide anything else?

“I hate you” Virgil glaring at him with so much disdain.

“I was startled when you said you got the supplies from JoAnn Fabrics,” Virgil admitted, “I was expecting a catch, you never make something simple. And I never know what you have in store. I thought it might bite.” 

“But you still don't like it. You were so unimpressed and unhappy. You said it was going to the back of your closet never to be seen again,” Remus shuddered as Virgil let go of his bandaged hands. 

Virgil shoving him in the back of his closet and forgetting him.

“I was in a really bad mood,” Virgil said and wrapped an arm around him, “You know how much I hate social situations like that, especially with Janus running his mouth. I'm not shoving Mr. Fuzzy in my closet. I like it. It's actually pretty cute.” 

Remus leaned into him and closed his eyes, not trying to fight the tears. This was too much and not enough. 

“Do you hate me now?” he finally asked and glanced at Virgil. He hated how sad those eyes were, how dark his eyeshadow was.

He hates you. He wants you to disappear 

“No, I don't hate you,” Virgil said and pulled him closer, “I don't have a lot of patience, and I get angrier than I used to. But I don't hate you.” 

He'll pretend you don't exist

You'll wither to a skeleton when Janus leaves like he did

Remus shivered and scooted onto his lap. He clung to Virgil’s shirt and sobbed. Why wouldn't his brain just stop? Virgil was telling the truth! Virgil went looking for him! Virgil was worried about him!

“It's okay, Remus, I got you,” Virgil said and hugged him, “Your bad thoughts aren't real.” 

“I don't want to be abandoned!” Remus sobbed and buried his face in Virgil’s shoulder, “I don't need anyone to like me! I just don't want to be alone! That's all I can think about!” 

“After all these images of pain have cut right through you, I will kiss every scar and weep, you are not alone,” Virgil muttered and gently rocked him. 

Remus tightened his grip and shook as a new wave of sobs wracked him. Virgil couldn't even see the claw marks on his arms, old crescent shaped scars from moments like these. 

He'll see them and run from a lost cause.

“Do you want me to stay overnight?” Virgil asked and kissed his head. Remus didn't answer him. He was too busy crying his heart out. 

Virgil hated seeing him like this. He knew Remus absolutely sobbed just as hard when he ended their relationship years ago. He knew that Remus unintentionally hurt himself when he was distressed. He knew that the duke needed someone to tell him he would be okay.

“Can you stay tonight?” Remus muttered once he calmed down, “I can sleep on the floor, just as long as you're here.” 

“I'll stay,” Virgil responded and stroked his hair. It was still as soft as ever, “And you don't have to sleep on the floor.” 

“But I get clingy and I might do something that makes you mad,” Remus pouted, “It's bad enough I want you back. I don't want you to leave me as a friend too.” 

“After all the hell I put you through,” Virgil sighed, “you shouldn't want me back. I don't deserve a second chance.” 

“Do you want one anyway?” Remus sniffled and dried his eyes. Virgil hugged him tighter and sighed. 

“Yeah. I want that.” 

“Did you want to get a clean shirt?” Remus asked and stared at the mess he made. He usually didn't mind snot but it stayed out of his bed. His bedroom was clean to fight his intrusive thoughts, his workshop was a hot stinky mess where he could go wild. That was one boundary he refused to cross. 

“I don't mind going shirtless, but yeah I'm not wearing this to sleep.” 

“You'd go shirtless in bed with me?” Remus gawked. 

“If it's cool with you, yeah,” Virgil shrugged and averted his eyes, “but if you aren't I can get a clean shirt. But I would have to leave for a couple minutes.” 

“I have your old A Day to Remember shirt if you want to wear that,” Remus muttered and scooted away from him. 

“You kept that?” 

“Yeah. It smells like you and it's comfy.” 

“Let's get you out of that sweater and in something more comfortable,” Virgil said and got up. He helped Remus to his feet and peeled that stupid Christmas sweater off. 

Remus shuddered as his bare skin met the air. It was soothing, no longer having any fabric smothering him. 

Virgil snickered and tossed the sweater in the hamper at the foot of the bed. 

“You might want to rename—” he said Mr. Fuzzy's eldritch name, “—at least in English.” 

“Why?” Remus pouted. He was startled when Virgil ran his hands over his chest. It was a gentle touch, with no hidden meaning. 

“Pretty sure you're the real Mr. Fuzzy,” Virgil teased, “You're still as soft and fluffy as ever.” 

“Your shirt is in the dresser in the second drawer, no cuddles until you're not a snot boy,” Remus grumbled and averted his gaze. He was feeling too many things at once and he did not need to add mushy to that list. 

“Who's fault is that?” Virgil scoffed playfully and shed his hoodie. He didn't wait for Remus to respond before going to the dresser and grabbing his old shirt. 

“Yours. You let me use you as a tissue,” Remus jeered without much enthusiasm and got out of his pants. At least he was throwing quips and stripping like he normally did. 

“You got me there,” Virgil said and changed shirts. He tossed the snotty one in the hamper and crept up behind Remus. The duke wasn't entirely present. 

Remus yelped as Virgil grabbed him from behind and dragged him onto the bed. He squirmed and tried to escape, but Virgil's hold was too strong. 

“You're cute when you try to fight me,” Virgil chuckled softly and kissed his cheek. 

Virgil letting go of him. Letting him fall— 

Remus flipped over and clung to him. 

“Stay,” he grumbled and squeezed Virgil as tightly as possible. 

“I'm staying. I'll only leave to use the bathroom,” Virgil said softly and rubbed his back. Remus stayed quiet, shivering from the touch. So he was starved for affection and Janus could only provide so much. 

“Did you like your present?” Virgil asked after a few moments. 

“Daddy didn't know what to get me so he got me something from a top ten list. I'll love it more when my thoughts quiet down,” Remus grumbled, “I'm just happy he got me something and didn't forget about me!” 

“It’s hard to forget about you,” Virgil said and kissed his hair, “You're too sweet.” 

“You mean that?” 

“Yeah. You made me a gift with your own hands, a unique little eldritch horror that's cool and cute. You went out of your way to make it.” 

“It's cute and cuddly and it eats stuff from the shower drain. It keeps things clean!” 

“It's alive?” Virgil asked, horrified. 

“Yeah. I didn't think that would be a big deal,” Remus wilted. 

“I stuck it in a tub of barbicide for ten minutes. Did I kill it?” Virgil panicked. 

A shrill chirp pulled him from his spiraling. He glanced over Remus' shoulder and saw the little hairball on the bed. 

“Mr. Fuzzy likes getting dangerous baths,” Remus giggled. Virgil immediately relaxed when he heard that beautiful sound. 

“Can it join in the cuddle pile? It doesn't like Remus being sad,” Virgil asked. Remus snuggled closer and nodded. He needed all the affection he could get. 

Almost immediately four long, hairy tentacles wrapped around Remus' torso. Virgil was surprised but not shocked. There was always a catch with Remus' creations. 

“Mr. Fuzzy doesn't like being dropped and he doesn't like letting go,” Virgil mused as a fifth tentacle curled around his arm. 

“How did you know that about it?” Remus grumbled. 

“I didn't. I was talking about a different Mr. Fuzzy,” Virgil replied and kissed the top of his head, “And I'm not dropping you again.” 

[thatboomerkid]

Would you rather fight 1 walrus or 1,000 fairies?

okay so I don’t want to brag or anything but I am like 99% Homo Sapiens and we’re absolutely the most terrifying species on this stupid dumb planet and i one million percent assure you that we know how to kill a walrus or even several walrus

probably it involves guns, but a competent human could i suspect do it with a stick and i personally would use 43 solid uninterrupted hours of tactical nuclear orbital bombardment as is the way of my people

shit, walrus are probably endangered (note that I will NOT be looking up whether the common walrus endangered or not but i COULD IF I WANTED TO which i do NOT)

hell i bet we could probably kill ALL the walruses if we really wanted to using the ancient Homo Sapiens art of “apply murder / repeat / repeat / repeat / giggle / have a snack / fuck / repeat” and i bet we outnumber them at least 2 to 1 probably more

but i am profoundly wary of tinker bell , as are all right-thinking persons, and i do not fuck with anything that can magic me even a little bit (which is how my bloodline has survived since at least the 1970s)

so no thank you i will not be fighting even a single one of the fair folk, the kindly ones, the good neighbors, the chill fuckin sweet bros who are very much respected and have fuck all nothing to do with me nor the affairs of my household good day sir

[dark-and-kinky-hetalia-scenarios]

2p Germany/Lutz Beilschmidt

He gets frustrated a lot, but he’s for some reason probably the one who deals the best, he will let you wander sometimes, if it’s at home he’s somewhat at ease, he’s more worried about when you wander around outside

He starts beating up anyone who looks at you in any way he deems wrong, he wants you to be you, but he is also very overprotective, especially because you’re the only female in the family and you must be protected at all costs. He’s really a hypocrite when it comes to you, because he doesn’t really care about women other than when he wants to fuck, but you are the most precious woman in history and most be protected from all men.

2p Italy/Luciano Vargas

You can wander around his mansion and that’s about it, otherwise you’re forced to have bodyguards with you all the time

if you keep doing it he will end up either following you around himself or asking Flavio to do so, and since he loves to dress you up, you will be occupied for hours. He knows that a lot of men only think of one thing when it comes to women, and he’s not letting that happen to you

2p Japan/Kuro Honda

It drives him crazy, why can’t you just stay in the temple, he even made an area just for you so you wouldn’t have to deal with the assassins, prostitutes and what not

He tries to calm himself but something like this he really cannot take, so you might end up being locked in your area. You’re his only little sister, at least one he actually cares about, he’s not risking that someone tries to kidnap you.

[demongemz]

Everything about this place seemed to go from tame to chaos in a matter of seconds, he’d only just been there looking to talk to Cecilia or Katherine about Finn’s death, and they'd been under attack by the missing Girl Gabrielle. He felt the headache growing the more he stepped further into the Farm it was certified crazy house at this point but again he’d mouthed off one too many times to the captain and bam here was looking into, Parker, Cecilia, even the young Gideon who’d shot and killed the girl during the attack. He had thought to start with Cecilia since she was the worst off which meant of course he’d be forced to once again see Mr Evernever. “Hello Mr. Evernever we really must stop meeting like this, I may start thinking you're causing tragedies just to enjoy my company” he mused with a slight glance to the woman in the woman she looked rough. @lcvenderhcze

[cepheusgalaxy]

I think we need to torture more girls

[hcneygemini]

sentence starters from my wip fics, pt. I

please do not add to this list nor repost the list as your own. tw: mentions of murder + attempted murder.

I just fell for that, didn’t I?

Is it because you like me so much?

I bet you regret this now.

Your heart’s pounding.

You’re too empty headed to know much of anything.

Oh, come on! I know something about seduction.

I know you’ve never heard of it, but some people have friends.

I don’t wanna hang out with the dork gang, though. Just you.

Yeah, well I’m an asshole, so we’re even.

I couldn’t sleep because you weren’t there.

Is that your way of flirting?

You’ve never gone to these lengths before.

You can be a real smart ass sometimes, you know?

I wanna see a different side of you today.

You made one mistake though—you didn't disarm me.

Kiss me.

You’re definitely not boring.

What are you thinking about?

We have to learn to confront it at some point.

Can you wait to kill me until I finish breakfast?

What’s the matter? Jealous?

I’ve never been more serious in my life.

[ Name ] won’t shut up about you.

Stop pretending to be mad.

It’s part of my evil plan.

I’m not repeating anything [ name ] told me in confidence.

You shouldn’t be so vulgar.

We both know we’re not a couple.

You can’t keep just walking away.

Stop being corny, I’m tired.

You look peaceful when you sleep.

I don’t think you think I’m serious. But I’m always serious!

I didn’t go looking for this.

I don’t like trusting people.

Please keep your feet off of my desk.

Wow, you’re so stoic and unafraid of threats!

How much of anything was real?

Was this the truth you wanted?

Past me had shitty taste.

You're so much more than that.

So, we were lied to.

This is really pathetic, you know.

Why should I go anywhere with you?

I have some ideas, but you have to trust me.

I see your cruelty's still intact.

Shit, you're really pale.

Would you stop trying to leech off of the traumatized children?

I don't have time to detail the extent of my work to you.

Why can’t you just talk to me like a normal person?

Yeah, well, I can deal with my shit myself.

Isn’t everyone so much happier without me around, stirring the pot?

I’m tired. Can your love confession wait until tomorrow?

No good deeds go unpunished, or whatever.

I got two people killed… er, technically maybe three.

Tell me another one of your preachy, boring life lessons!

Careful, I can hear the cogs turning in your head from here.

No one here is ‘okay.’

You didn’t have to come, you know.

We both know what I did.

Don’t give me some shit about ‘finding yourself’ and ‘healing.'

Hey, don’t think of it as bribing! Think of it as… a reward for putting my best foot forward.

Jeez, am I the only topic of the rumor mill?

You fell asleep on me.

I guess movie night is a good sedative.

I think I did something. Something bad.

Why do you have to make a joke out of everything?

You tell me yours, I’ll tell you mine.

Why were you so out of it last night?

You know, they’re not so bad if you would just get to know them.

Hey, where the fuck have you been?

Why would I forgive someone who tried to kill me?

Well, shit happens!

You’re either plotting to kill me in my sleep or you’re in love with me.

Are you asking me to stargaze with you?

Life doesn’t need to have some big meaning, I guess. I mean, I’m happy right now.

I come with tidings!

It's a cake that says, 'Sorry for trying to have you murdered!'

I can’t trust your big mouth.

What do you do when you disappear during the day?

I’ve never exactly been in a relationship.

At least take me out before talking about commitment.

Why do you spend time with me?

I’m learning more about you. The real you. And I… like [ them / her / him ].

Wow, you’re lame as shit.

Wait, so you’re seducing me by accident?

You two really like each other, huh?

Wow, your voice is so sexy in the morning.

[just-browsing1222]

Camp Half-Blood camper who REEEAAALLY likes Ulysses Dies at Dawn by the Mechanisms. I'm imagining people at camp staring at them in horror when they sing songs like "Favored Son" or "Underworld Blues" getting warnings that Zeus and Hades will fucking -kill them-. Singing "Actaea and Lyssa" under their breath on one of the Huntresses' visits, and nearly getting an arrow through the chest on the spot. I just think it has some fucked up comedic potential.

[your-sweetest-nightmares-blog]

My predictions on what the human souls’s digital forms may represent.

Pomni - She may feel like or be seen as a fool, hence her being a jester. Perhaps she was bullied in school or at work? Or maybe she has self-esteem issues? Also, I’m not sure why, but she gives me “has an anxiety disorder” vibes. Or maybe she’s just a timid person idk.

Ragatha - She’s a rag doll, so maybe she’s been used/toyed with by others. Her confirmed tendency to hide her emotions behind a happy front and “[say] things she doesn’t necessarily mean if she thinks it’ll ease tensions” would be ideal to take advantage of. Her being a doll also makes sense when you take into account that dolls can be sources of comfort for people, and she seems to be putting herself under the pressure of “taking care” of others over herself.

Kinger - Before the pilot came out, I pondered the role of the king chess piece (it must be protected from the other chess pieces) and the best theory I could come up with was that Kinger is a jumpy chess piece because he may have been assaulted before arriving in the circus. However, I was iffy about this idea because it felt improbable to me. After watching the pilot, I got the feeling that this theory is probably not the case, but I do subscribe to the theory from other fans that Kinger worked on the TADC video game in the real world and that’s why he knows so much about the digital world and speaks of insect collections (like a developer who’s looking for bugs.)

Jax - My guess is that he was pushed around when he was younger and treated as the “runt of the litter”, so to speak. Rabbits are often considered weaklings and prey — maybe he was treated as such by others? This might also explain why he behaves the way he does; he seems like the kind of guy who became a bully because he was bullied. Of course, there’s also the possibility that he’s an asshole by nature rather than nurture, tbh.

Gangle - She has a comedy mask and a tragedy mask to emote with — my best guess is that she has depression. With this interpretation, her tragedy mask could represent her depression and her comedy mask could represent her masking her feelings and behavior. And I know it was likely just a joke, but remember when the text above Gangle’s introduction on Glitch Productions’ Twitter said that she was a metaphor for “society or something I dunno”? What if she’s a metaphor for how society treats mental illnesses and the people who suffer from them? Again, this probably isn’t the case, but it’s the best I can come up with right now.

Zooble - My guess is that they are going through an identity crisis. Their body is made up of a cluster of different parts and it’s hard to describe exactly what kind of creature they are. The closest thing I could describe them as is one of those mix-and-match toys. When asked about Zooble’s pronouns, Gooseworx responded with, “We’ll never know…”, and when asked about Zooble’s gender identity, she said, “Zooble is Zooble.” Again, these simply could have been jokes, or they could have been serious. If it does end up being true, then maybe Zooble’s gender will be a part of their identity crisis. Also, I remember seeing Goose say that “not even Zooble knows what they are”, but I can’t find it now. 💀

Kaufmo - Perhaps he didn’t think he was funny/interesting/successful enough? Hell if I know. We only saw him when he had already abstracted. Maybe we’ll get a flashback or two of him in the future?

[harringrove-cafe]

Lord Billy, I heard so much about you! Is it true that you sliced off Harrington's hand (Steve? What do we call him because there are two Steve's now)

Yes, that is true. I did slice off Harrington's hand, but It was a misunderstanding and we were both at fault.

You did what?! And you got together anyway?!

Oh come on. Have you two never had a misunderstanding that led to physical violence?

Well there was the one time we got into a huge fight...

You see? What is love without a little bit of blood?

[forafcrtnight]

IT HAD BEEN STUPID OF HER TO HAVE GOTTEN CAUGHT UP IN THE MIDDLE OF THE CONFUSION. did she see that changing anytime soon? probably not and.. yes, she supposed that she had gotten hurt because she had wanted to help other people. she supposed that she had gotten hurt because she had wanted to help keep other people safe and apparently, that was not going to happen. when she saw a familiar face, though? despite the fact that her arm was in a sling and that it fucking hurt, she rushed over to him. "stu! hey! are you okay?" @springbandit

[encirclet]

addressed   to          :         open  to  all   /   @reignrbs​

maery  was  never  going  to  simply  be  plucked  up  and  carried  away  .  whatever  gods  her  attacker  prayed  to  had  not  smiled  upon  him  when  they  had  set  his  course  towards  the  youngest  ironborn  princess  .  her  teeth  to  his  ear  had  been  followed  by  his  demise  by  his  own  blade  ,  wielded  by  she  who  had  no  mercy  .  in  the  wake  of  it  ,  maery  felt  more  animal  than  woman  ,  as  if  the  adrenaline  that  had  flooded  her  system  the  second  she’d  been  grabbed  from  behind  had  declined  its  invitation  to  leave  .  her  hair  is  intricately  braided  to  disguise  the  strands  of  white  blonde  hair  that  remain  vaguely  stained  a  rust  colour  ,  but  vanity  aside  ,  maery  appears  as  if  nothing  had  happened  the  previous  night  .  “  i  will  not  have  your  pity  ,  ”  comes  the  insistence  the  second  she  hears  approaching  footsteps  ,  black  gaze  glued  to  a  map  of  dorne  she  had  commandeered  from  sunspear’s  library  early  on  in  her  visit  ,  “  you  can  shove  it  up  your  ass  .  ”