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    Hughes went to work that morning, but it wasn't him that came home.

    AKA the "Envy masquerading as Maes" AU that is going to kill all of us.

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    "All of this can be broken/All of this can be broken/Hold your devil by his spoke and spin him to the ground." - Laura Marling, 'Devil's Spoke'.

    Her dress is old and faded red. Still a good color. Lucky. Red’s always felt lucky, like the wine. It brings out the almond tone of her skin, the dark brown of her eyes, the glossy black of her hair. She smooths down her skirt as she steps out into the twilight, only to smell something foul on the air, and it’s not the dead boar slung over the back of Gregor’s saddle. He isn’t in the saddle. He’s being dragged across the loose dirt of the yard by four of his men, and even they are faltering to move him. Gored, she realizes. She can smell his intestines from here.

    (In the aftermath of Ser Gregor Clegane's untimely death, his brother and widow forge an unlikely friendship.)

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    19 Mar 2026

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    “Who’s that boy, then? He going to be a septa, too?”

    “What boy-,” Tom turns round in the saddle, holding onto Jace, and sees a strange boy has is huddled alongside the cart, his eyes cast down.

    He has a hand on the cart, as if he belongs with the group, which she realizes must have been his plan, to slip out with him. Dressed in filthy rags, the only thing of note about him is the stick at his hip. Renfry has seen him too, now, but he is waiting to hear what she says. This is ridiculous. She should tell them he is a little sneak and have him dragged out of line.

    Instead Tom finds herself saying, “That is my serjeant’s child, Ser. I know he looks a mite unkempt, but he is always getting into trouble, at his age. Look at those fine clothes you’ve ruined, child! No wonder they think you a ragamuffin!”

    The boy glances up warily at her; eyes pale and grey in his long, skinny face, and then back down again. Renfry’s stare is burning a hole in her skull, but when he snaps, “Look alive and walk behind your father, boy,” the boy comes around the cart and stands obediently behind his horse.

    (In which Sansa and Arya escape King's Landing together, with the help of a septa)

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    19 Mar 2026

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    "I've earned myself a reputation / That my bark is much worse than my bite / But I keep snapping at Goliath's hands / With all of my tiny might." - The Crane Wives, 'Take Me to War'.

    “My Khal,” says Mirri, peering up at him, squinting in the dark to make out the lines of his face, the slope of his broad shoulders, his hands clenched at his side, “and if I must choose between the mother and the child?”

    He steps towards her, then, and she falls back with silent terror for an instant. But he does not seize her, only grinds out, “Save my son. He is the Stallion-Who-Mounts-the-World. He will rule the great Grass Sea and the stones of the West.”

    Ah, she thinks. And such hope I had for you, Drogo. But there is nothing. You are no shepherd, not even to a single lamb. You are the wolf, or better yet, the wild dog, and there is nothing in you but howling greed.

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    19 Mar 2026

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    "I am the queen of spades, I am the wasp that stings, I am the dark serpent. I am the invulnerable animal who passes through fire and is not burned." - Elena Ferrante, The Days of Abandonment

    Rhaella thinks perhaps the gods, any gods, have heard her prayers, when Aerys vomits up blood in bed. (Aerys dies before the 'trial' of Rickard and Brandon Stark can commence. In King's Landing, Rhaella at last finds her footing. On Dragonstone, Elia makes her preparations. And in the Tower of Joy, Lyanna comes to a series of cold realizations).

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    18 Mar 2026

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    Superman decided to try out a new costume. He did not consult the artist. In fairness, he was a little miffed that he'd been drawing weird porn of him, so. Fair's fair.

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    16 Mar 2026