@impsve​ sent ;;  ⭐ Is there any genres the mun enjoys writing but you don’t enjoy being part of?

there’s a moment of silence, an expression of subtle reluctance upon his tense features. however, he’s encouraged to answer by someone off screen. 

❛ angst- specifically the ones where i have more a chance of losing something or someone that i care about. but, there’s this one where i died in order to save billy... it hurt. it hurt a lot, but i didn’t seem to mind it that much- simply because he wasn’t the one to perish, neither was steve or anyone else. it was just me, && i can deal with that. ❜

a targaryen’s lilac eyes are on him - daughter of dragons, mother of dragons, BRIDE OF FIRE ! to gaze down upon a lion of house lannister  ( how did the songs go, she wondered .. a lion still has claws. )  but in earnest, what good were lion claws to dragonfire ? in that moment, it is a little girl that meets his eyes -- an orphan in rags, an exile bred on stories of kings and knights and corruption ; kingslayer, oathbreaker, man without honor. we will take back what is ours, sweet sister, and we will punish those who have wronged us. but what would viserys have done, had he lived to see the army of the dead ?  viserys was a fool, she thinks, and a coward. he would have rather jaime lannister burned alive than bury his pride for the lives of the living, that is why he is dead .. that is why i’m alive. i have to be better. ❛ SER JAIME OF HOUSE LANNISTER,  knight of the seven kingdoms .. you murdered my father, aerys of house targaryen, second of his name. .. the mad king. all my life, i have been fed on this story, to know you only as a man without honor. my brother often found sleep simply with the idea of burning you alive after he seized the throne what was taken from us .. but i am not my brother. i refuse to rule with fear, and with hatred. while your sister broke her oath to the army of the living, you instead made a choice to honor that vow. ❜ a beat, and the stormborn child within her that screams at the sight of him might find a gentle hush.  ❛ you fought with honor. for that, i, daenerys of house targaryen, first of her name, rightful queen of the seven kingdoms and protector of the realm, hereby grant you a royal pardon from your treason, and your crimes against the realm. ❜ the room finds a likewise quiet. whilst lilac eyes may seem wary, her gaze softens : i forgive you,

“I’m tired of it.” Your voice is a ragged thing, reedy and high-strung and raw in  a way that brings a burning to the base of your throat. “Of you, of fucking sicarios, everything.”

                                              ‘    never     said     that.    ’