an appreciation post for the Best Albums of All Time released in 2005
This post is cancelled i thought black parade and devil and god ALSO came out the same year and that would have been like really crazy if like all of my top albums above came out the same year as those anyway lemme try this again here’s an appreciation for all the really good albums i THOUGHT came out in 2005 but I was a year off
Just some word waffle I’ve been slowly working on between lectures, though I don’t know if I’ll continue it? It’s GoT, so, here;
Near twelve years after the rebellion, Aegon I awakens, surrounded by dragons and yet, utterly alone. An Usurper on the throne, his house exiled and the Kingdom nearing crisis, Aegon the Conqueror does what he does best. He begins reuniting the lands once again; there is so much wrong with this world he has woken to.
Most certainly there should not be a Stark bastard sporting Visenya’s hard frown and Rhaenys’ kind eyes. (Female Jon Snow)
Aegon wakes, three and ten
all over again.
He knows from the nick to his skin, right at the crook of his
elbow, a small slice he’d gained during his last name day at two and ten, but
without the scar from sparring with Visenya at four at ten.
He wakes cocooned
in Balerion’s warmth, Vhagar and Meraxes a short distance away, but still blatantly
present. Both painfully absent of their riders. His head swims with misinformation,
with different thoughts that keep warring back and forth, pushing and pulling
like waves. Meraxes should not be here.
But it doesn’t sound like a fact in his
mind, more a hazy recollection.
The last remnants of a dream he can only half
recall. But there is no Visenya here, no Rhaenys. He needs only look into the
eyes of the dragons to know for certain. They are unbound beasts, looking to him
for cues as a duckling glances to its mother; familiarity. Perhaps were it not
for that the two would have already flown away.
Aegon reclines back into
Balerion’s side, his mount far more docile than he has ever known him before.
There’s a softness to the great dragon now, the black dread that is smaller than
But his mind, Aegon is finding, is far from reliable right now.
He needs to know what is happening, why he recalls a murky future when he is
but three and ten.
There are battles, names of men and declarations of victory
that he… he cannot claim for certain.
All that and more is slotted away within
his head and it makes no sense.
He needs more information.
He needs information and
It is night when Balerion
soars across the mainland, Meraxes and Vhagar near enough to nip at his heels.
The sensation of flight is as exhilarating as always, though the chill bites
deep beneath his skin. He does not know how Rhaenys could love it so very much.
The thought of her brings a stabbing pain to his chest, a reminder she is not
But he will find out where she is soon enough, where both she and Visenya are.
Mabel’s early days in Boomtown; she got a broken arm and is looking down at all the chaos from the “safety” of some random beat up building, annoyed at her clumsiness getting herself into that situation. Had a lot of fun with the scribbly style and bg.