#cradle

[comikbook]

new oc doodle

[greenqueenhightower]

Aemond calling for his mother while feverish and delirious in a dark and unhospitable place as he recovers from his injuries. Aegon calling for his mother while he hovers between life and death in an equally dark and unhospitable place. Alys not leaving Aemond's bedside and fending off invaders. Alicent barely leaving Aegon's bedside, hoping he would wake. Aemond eventually getting a hug from Alys. Aegon being denied Alicent's hug and comfort as she exits the room before she can hear he's conscious. Both being so love-deprived. Both forming a relationship with someone who resembles their mother. Both believing the other was their mother's favorite. Both wanting to be their mother's favorite so badly. Both feeling like they failed her and failed themselves. Both hurting each other. Both craving, just aching, to be carried upstairs to bed. To be children. To be looked after right. To be small enough to be cradled again.

[charnel-grounds]

Zdzisław Beksiński (1929–2005), “Untitled (In Hoc Signo Vinces)”

oil on hardboard, 1974

source

[blondebrainpowered]

Christmas Tree

Artist: Johanna Von Destouches, 1869 - 1956

[piss-ing]

Reading web novels is like “you will be cursed to read the most peak fiction possible but you will never be able to convince even one friend to read them and talk to you about it”

[fuckyeahomsk]

Scythians, cannabis, the wheel, metalworking in Altai, and all that—all of this is the civilization of Omsk ﾍ(￣ー￣)ﾉ

[travalicious]

the children of death by dunkindrawz