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I posted that weak of a chapter for Cat of a different coat. How do you like your thousand words, Bela? They taste good with self pitying Arryn?

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Title: Cat of a Different Coat Chapter 5

His mother had said he’d catch his death out there. Father had thrown a fit, that’s what Uncle Tyrion called it, and insisted on ‘his boy’ being out on a horse, like a man should. Cersei had asked if forcing a child into bitter cold when he’s recovering from a fever is what men do.

Arryn wasn’t a child but that had made Father frown and storm off. Arryn couldn’t wait till they got to Winterfell.

At least there he could stay inside castle walls and near fire. Joff kept teasing him, Myrcella called it taunting but he had shaken his head and said Joff hadn’t really meant what he said.

Castle Wax was cold and lived up to it’s name. Tall towers and long halls where anyone could get lost if they turned the wrong way. It was like a maze inside a castle. He had gotten lost himself once or twice while heading to dinner.

Myrcella had giggled at him about it. Arryn hadn’t found it all that funny. He had not liked the feeling he had when he walked those halls. Everything cold, and the walls felt wet when touched.

He had tried guiding himself, hand sliding along the wall while the hall itself was barely lit with candles. He would occasionally glance over his shoulder and then back in front of him.

As if something might have changed but the hall felt the same, looked the same. But every now and again, he swore he could see a shadow coming to his side.

It would disappear every time he looked in that direction. That did little to settle his nerves, his heart had started beating violently when some of the candles went out once.

Arryn had been sour for the rest of the evening whenever he got lost. He would sit in his corner and read unless mother told him to come and sit with her. He’d sit at her side along with his siblings. Always the Lannister siblings and Mother.

While Father grabbed at bar wenches and whoever was unlucky enough to get near the eye sight of Robert Baratheon. He felt guilty afterwards. Father had called him son, his son, that he was proud…he shouldn’t be thinking such horrible things about his own father.

Arryn wanted to be honorable and be proud to be the man’s son. Like Robb Stark was with Lord Stark. He could be like Robb, even though he’d never met the boy. Couldn’t he? Maybe the comparison fell flat after a while. He would go back to his corner and read again until it was time to go ready for bed.

"Your face will stick like that if you keep being so sour." He had been sitting one night before bed inside Mother’s chambers. The chair he sat in was red and gold, with lions shaped into the sides of metal, not too much surprise there. Though he had been staring at his boots for a good long hour until his sister, Myrcella, spoke.

Myrcella stood behind Cersei, who was at the vanity mirror, with her own smile. Her cheeks rosy as if she had just told a clever joke.

Arryn had glanced up merely once before going back to stare at his shoes. Cersei had that same small smile she reserved for her children before touching her daughter’s hand “Myrcella, head off to bed, my sweet.Your brother will soon do the same.”

And Myrcella frowned some though still curtsied and left in a hurry. She was always sweet and obeyed Mother’s words as if they were gold. Arryn hadn’t even realized his mother had stood and walked over until a hand was caressing his cheek, another brushing his hair back. He looked up at her, eyes widening some before he relaxed “Mother?”

"Oh, my sweet boy. I know the cold is cruel. You are not use to it but in time, we will adjust. You must be positively chilled." Cersei was already draping a fur around him before he could protest. Arryn shook his head though in disagreement.

"I-I’m fine, Mother. It is not  the cold."

Cersei hummed softly before sitting down beside him in another chair, nodded for him to turn around. Arryn obeyed much like Myrcella. She had a brush in her hand again, brushing his curls gently as possible like she always had done before. Arryn wasn’t sure if he should speak again, her smile wasn’t forced or displeased like it was with Father or Lord Baelish.

"Hush." Yes, hush. That’s how it was. No matter his age, it was hush, Arryn or rest, Arryn and don’t go too far, Arryn. Usually it was Maester Pycelle at his ear or his Mother. Father always wanted him to go out and take a stab at hunting deer. It would be better if it was Uncle Renly saying that.

He’d been four when he shouted at his mother for the first time and had meant to.

"I want Uncle Jaime as my father! Not Robert Baratheon!" Though his words had been jumbled and thick with pronunciation, his point had been clear. Arryn had stomped his feet and wouldn’t let anyone touch him. Only Jaime had been able to calm him.

But here he was, years older and Uncle Jaime was busy protecting his real father. Like the Mad King before, Jaime seemed tired at it. That was what Arryn heard whispered in the Lannister tents. Cersei kept playing with his hair, trying to make it curl in different ways and he just kept frowning at his shoes. His face will stick like that one day, said Renly once, and he'll look like Stannis.

"Precious boy..." Cersei whispered, stroked his hair once more before standing herself. She went back to her own looks, sat back at the vanity mirror and started to brush her golden locks. Arryn looked up a few times, to watch her. He use to be at her hip since he was born, always at his mother's skirts, at her heels, watching and listening. He wanted to make her proud...to be a Lannister.

And she didn't think him strong like Jaime, did she? He was a precious boy, poor Arryn, the sweet stag prince who got sick as a babe. He would never be King like Robert Baratheon or Aegon the Conqueror. He looked at his shoes again and Arryn frowned.

He hated Lannister Red.

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Title: No Home for The Sinners

Summary: Cersei Lannister doesn’t go down without a fight.

Disclaimer: I own none of this franchise.

A/N: A Zombie Apocalypse AU. HOW EXCITING, AM I RIGHT?

There wasn’t any heroes in a world that has gone to hell and back. That’s how things work when the dead rise up from their graves and grab the people’s ankles to drag them down.

It wasn’t that much work since everyone was already down from declaring bankruptcy and living on with their shitty lives and their shitty lies. Not hard at all and they’d cry when the hands gripped their ankles. It was their own damn fault for not planning ahead.

That’s what Cersei thinks anyway.

Things had gone from hell to nothing for Cersei. She had to lock and load. A gun strapped to her thigh and a hunting rifle in her hands. They made noise, sure. Cersei wasn’t stupid. She wasn’t going around blowing off steam or blowing off heads and wasting bullets. That would make her unprepared.

Jaime even said they had to be stocked, to think before moving-impulsive actions were life threatening. So, she kept her gun to her chest and her hair up, eyes ahead.

There was still blood and mud that caked her jeans and shirt. Her shirt had ripped a while back after hopping a fence. She didn’t have time to put on anything new, there wasn’t time for much of anything anymore. It was mostly buildings and empty homes where she was, on top of a roof in King’s Landing.

The city was quiet save for the car alarms that would go off at random times. When she looked, she could see a lot of empty cars just like the homes. There’s a random dog every so often that runs through and there’s a hoard of the undead uptown. She avoided uptown for the past few weeks.

She was downtown and watching her old apartment. There wasn’t anything useful in there, she told herself though she was on the roof of the building across from it. Below, the occasional undead would walk, it was more of a stumble really, go on by and that was it. Leaves were piling up and some snow, with no one to clean up-it carried and stuck itself to the sidewalks and streets.

No one would have wanted to be stuck in the city during the outbreak.

And Jaime was still no where to be seen. She had gotten a message through the radio the other night. Cersei lost Jaime around Riverrun and she thought-…perhaps something-but she could not think that way. It wasn’t going to help the situation. Nothing would help this, had to keep an eye out. The leaves still tumble with the breeze that went on by. It made her stomach tighten some.

It took five minutes before Cersei moved, sliding down the fire escape. Her boots hit the alley way, and she had to duck behind dumpsters. They smelled like rotting flesh and rust, it was disgusting. The vile that had been in her stomach went up her ribs slowly to rest in her chest.

She choked down the sickness and peaked over the dumpsters. There’s some that walked by, moans and grunts mostly. Cersei had to go, had to move. If she could get across town. Ned Stark still had that car. Surely she…

There’s a moan behind her, Cersei moved fast. Her blade tight in her hand, ready to strike but froze, much like her heart had. Petyr Baelish leaned forward some, that disgusting smirk on his lips.

"Give us a kiss?"

"Fuck off."

Petyr Baelish still remained crouched, face still bristles like he hasn't shaved in some time and his eyes amused as ever yet his smirk was tired, worn out. Cersei sneered though before standing. Petyr followed after a moment. She wasn't sure how Baelish managed to get past that mob of zombies a few miles back but she'd be damned if she let him accompy her on her travel, she just needed to find Jaime.

Find Jaime...and it'll be okay.

"Well, I do fuck but fucking off isn't in my plans today, sweetheart." Fucking Baelish and his stupid fucking face.

But when Cersei moved to around the dumpster, watching her surroundings carefully, she heard the thumping of boots behind her. Petyr was following her whether she liked it or not. That was just perfect, while surviving, trying to defend herself-she'd have to put up with him.

She'd sooner slit his throat if he tried anything too. Cersei Lannister didn't go down without a fight.

This was not going to end well.

[bidonica]

I'd like to thank you for reblogging that Udo Kier photo from Blood for Dracula. It changed my life forever and now I'm in love with him.

you're welcome to join the brigade of Udo fans! I'm not even sure I like him in *that* way, but I think he has an amazing face and I love his career choices. Also if you ever go through his tag you periodically find posts by people who met him at conventions or screenings or just at some thrift market (lol) and the general consensus seems to be that he's pretty a rad dude even when out of character :)

^(is also in one of my favorite gifs)

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mermaidmelisandre ha dicho where is Andrew Detmer from, Alex? You’ve been blogging about it for days, now I’m curious.

He is the protagonist of Chronicle. A small budget movie about three boys that get telekinetic superpowers thanks to a shiny rock

is not as stupid as it sounds and curiously is not "three stupid boys being stupid and irresponsable and going on a nihilistic destructive rampage" its really cute and sad and one of the few "How supervillains are born?" movies i have seen.

Andrew is just...beautiful and pure rage and i love him.

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I want to talk about Tytos Baratheon.

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mermaidmelisandre replied to your post: mermaidmelisandre replied to your post: can I...

Use fanfic as anger management, it helps. (Says the person with 144 fics on AO3 and still not calmer)

i usually just get on skype and write all my headcanons in all caps until people tell me i'm right

then i feel better

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mermaidmelisandre replied to your post: can I write meta about how people are wrong about...

I usually write fic instead of meta, because it allows me to look creative and not pretentious…

This is a good idea but I never finish fic omfg

THIS TIME I CAN DO IT

i'm honestly just so upset about people misinterpreting really well created and gorgeous characters? they were written outside of normal tropes and people just keep shoving them back inside old, tired roles???? LIKE PLS DON'T///