#(what I'm saying is IT MAKES SENSE that Aegon has a 'don't give a fuck' mindset)

[vinnianlovesdinosaurs]

House of the Dragon Hot Take except I don't care what number I'm on because this is a more important post than usual.

I feel like the majority of GOT/HOTD/ASOIAF fans see this post as "common sense" but a lot of you don't act on it so I'm just going to say it anyway. Stop threatening the actors. Stop bullying the actors. Stop threatening people that have different opinions then you (i'm SPECIFICALLY looking at toxic team green and team black stans right now.) I have seen people like Iwan Rheon, Carice van Houten, Jack Gleason, Sophie Turner, Kit Harington, Emilia Clarke, Tom Glynn-Carney, and Matt Smith get treated like absolute SHIT because of their characters, their appearance, their gender, and their acting. It is truly disgusting and dehumanizing to go on social media and see people sending death threats to actors and actresses because people don't like their character. I'll give examples on what I mean:

Iwan Rheon - Has been harassed for playing Ramsay.

Jack Gleason - Got sent death threats for playing Joffrey.

Kit Harington - Got sexually harassed in public numerous times and I believe threatened at least once for playing Jon. He also gets made fun of for wanting to be seen as more than a pretty face and body. He also got ridiculed for saying being randomly touched in public and having people practically harassing him about his appearance makes him reasonably upset.

Matt Smith - People bully him for his appearance, harassed him AND his MOTHER on twitter, and people accuse him of supporting abuse towards women because he plays Daemon.

Carice van Houten - Got sent death threats for playing Melisandre.

Sophie Turner - Got bullied off of almost every social media at some point for playing Sansa. She's also the victim of almost every misogynist GOT fan on the internet all for playing Sansa.

Emilia Clarke - Has been sexually harassed in public and gets bullied online for being a "terrible actress" for doing what the script and director tells her because she played Daenerys.

Tom Glynn-Carney - Got rape allegations put against him on twitter because of the episode where Aegon rapes Dyana. They said that because Aegon is a rapist Tom is too.

I have said this time and time again, you guys are fucking EMBARRASSING!! Get a god damn grip on yourselves and instead of acting like morons who can't separate character from actor/actress go outside and breathe in some fresh fucking air.

[just-some-random-blogger]

The Sweetest Tears

[Waiting For A Lifetime III] Part 1 2 3 4 ?

Daemon Targaryen x Reader + Aegon Targaryen x Reader + Aemond Targaryen x Reader

Summary: Tears are only sweet if it is you that is being cried about.

Word Count: 6k+

Warnings: Fem!reader, Modern AU, angst, fluff, typos, etc.

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Viserys was following the sounds of moaning when he entered the room. He stops in his tracks. He looks at his brother, hunched over, head in his arms, arms on the bar top, bar top littered with bottles and one lone cup, then to his wrist, checking the time on his analog clock.

"Daemon," he calls out, voice echoing in the empty room, "it's past your bedtime, boy."

The king walks over to his passed out brother, sighing as he does. Once he is before him, he pats his back and pulls him upright, "that's enough of that, Daemon."

Daemon rouses as he is lifted up. His eyes were closed as he found semblance of consciousness. He mutters, "kepa?"

Viserys freezes.

"Let me go," he complains in High Valyrian, sluggishly struggling out of Viserys' grip, "I'm not done!"

"You're past done," the elder Targaryen grunts, hands on both Daemon's shoulders. He turns his head away when he smells the rank smell of alcohol in his younger brother's breath.

"Ziry pālegīon nyke ilagon nyke, kepa," the prince slurs, gulping tightly, as tears slowly leave his shut eyes, wetting his already damp cheeks.

He's been crying?

"She turned you down?" Viserys repeats his words in common tongue. Daemon's head heavily rolls over his shoulders. The former releases a breath, "well, at least this woman you like has some sense."

"It's all that cunt's fault!" Daemon squeezes out with a strangled breath, "fucking Viserys."

The king purses his lips. He hums, ready to simply say what he need to pacify his drunk brother, but he does not have the opportunity to.

"She knew he'd bitch about it and said she could not wed me."

"Then she's-"

"I don't fucking care if Viserys thinks I'm fucking crazy, that fucker! I don't care if the whole fucking world thinks I should go to an asylum!" he grits his teeth tightly, screwing his eyes in the same manner as he annunciates each curse word tightly.

"I want her," he heaves, "I need her," he snorts, tension suddenly relaxing, making him dip in his brother's hold, "I love her," Daemon says before repeatedly banging his first on own his chest, "se ñuhoso ao jorrāelatan muña, kepa."

The way you loved mother, father.

The he finally opens his eyes.

Viserys watches as Daemon takes his face in his hands, leaning his forehead on his, "give me your approval," his baby brother begs, "I want hold a wedding in Dragonstone and show the bloody world that she is mine."

"Daemon-"

"Kepa," he cuts him off.

Viserys holds his tongue.

"Nyke gīmigon nyke eptan olvie hen ao hae riña, yn kostilus gaomagon daor deny nyke hen bisa," he mutters softly, "Kesan daor gryves daor emare aōha vaoreznon tolī."

The words ring in Viserys' mind: Father, I know I asked much of you as a child, but please do not deny me of this. I will not bear not having your favor too.

Daemon pulls back, his hands on his older brother's face falls down to his shoulders as he opens his eyes. In that moment, though Viserys was repelled by the alcohol in his breath, Daemon was not this drunkard, not this sorry man that was toppling side to side, Daemon was the baby brother who waited for him to finish his academics to go to the dragon den. He was the boy who believed Viserys would be a dragon conqueror, and not only that, but a great king.

"It's time to sleep, my son," Viserys whispers.

He brushes Daemon's hair back and grips his shoulder, "off to bed."

"Kepa," Daemon whines, forehead pressing against the king's shoulder, "kostilus."

Please.

Viserys had not heard him beg in a long time.

He sighs, taking his baby brother's arm, throwing it over his shoulder, "we shall speak about this tomorrow."

Daemon mewls, calling out to his father repeatedly.

A similar display was taking place at a much less private bar. And yet both brothers were stone cold sober, albeit perhaps drunken over their bitterness. That, and the grease of WcDontals.

Aemond chews on his stale fry idly, as he pulls out his eye drop bottle and tilts his head up, dropping medicine in his irritated eye.

He blinks and leans on the table, moving the now warm beer bottle he did not at all drink and only bought so he could stay in the establishment while waiting for his brother. He pulls out his phone, swiping away the notifications he did not care about away.

Impulsively, he goes onto Unstagram, going onto the profile of the Museum of Ice and Fire, looking at the one photo there where his professor was caught in one of the frames. He stares at the photo, the face was barely clear enough to be discerned, and yet he looks at it obsessively every now and again. He props his chin on his hand, eyes darting to the look at the time

He sighs through his nose.

Finally, it was 2am. Aegon's shift was over.

As if that realization was all it took, Aegon plops on the opposite side of the booth and grabs Aemond's room temp beer, downing it in one go. When he places the empty bottle down, he grimaces at his younger brother, wordlessly showing his dislike to the drink.

Aemond eyes his brother up and down, then tidies the table, grabbing his things. One he was done, he stands and his older brother follows after, bringing the empty bottle with him, throwing it on his way out.

"So," the silence is finally broken, "Prince Daemon," Aegon starts when they exit the bar and start their walk back to their shared apartment.

"It just doesn't make sense," Aemond mutters under his breath, buttoning up his coat, "she never mentioned him at all, then suddenly, they were bloody making out in the middle of the hall."

Aegon rub his temples, "that's royal dick for you, dear."

"I'm being serious," Aemond quips, shooting his brother a dirty look.

"So am I!" he bites back, "think about it, Mond. Did we really know her? Did you really know her?"

Aemond clenches his jaw, turning away from Aegon.

"Fucking hell, I don't even know what her last name is."

Aemond rolls his eyes. He shakes his head and mutters it angrily to Aegon then says, "if that is your basis, then I know her just fine."

"Okay then," Aegon nods, flailing his hands up in the air, "when's her birthday?"

Aemond purses his lips. He realizes he does not know it but does not respond with that, "I don't know Alicent's birthday either."

"Fine!" Aegon points aggressively, "how old is she, huh? And I don't mean uh early what, late da-da-da, I mean to a tee. How old is she in digits."

Aemond shoots Aegon a look, "you don't even know how old you are."

Aegon's nostrils flare, "I'm being fucking serious right now!" he points to himself, "she's been coming to the bar every night without fail, except today. And why? I'll tell you why! It's cos she's got a prince! She told me it herself, she's eager to meet him."

Aemond grumbles, "she's a historian."

"Yeah," Aegon kicks a rock, "and you've got your head stuck so high up her arse."

"What, and you don't?!" Aemond quips, stopping in his tracks to glare at his brother and walk over to him, as if enticing a fight..

Aegon squares up, "you really want to take me with that sty in your eye, hindering your vision?!"

"I can take you with one eye closed, you egg."

Aegon shoves Aemond, "shut up."

"You first," Aemond shoves him back, grunting as he did, then walking off with annoyance.

Aegon recoils at the force of his strong brother, huffing, feeling the bitterness in his gut rise up to his throat, "you should have never brought her to my bar!"

"It's not your bar, you dunce," Aemond rebuts.

Aegon snorts, eyes watering, angry at the coldness in the air, angry at the emotions in his stomach. His younger brother, who was a good few paces in front of him now, looks back as he slows his pace, "I won't come back for you if you freeze to a pathetic death."

Aegon grips his fists.

"Quit being dramatic, I'm fucking hungry."

"You literally ate WcDontals while waiting for me."

"You think that's enough?"

"It's never enough for your fat ass."

"Fuck off."

"No, fuck you," Aegon flips him off.

Needless to say, it was not easy for anyone to sleep that night.

This was why when I woke up way before the sun rose, I was absolutely groggy and disoriented.

I turned to my clock, groaning at the sight of the 05:25 staring back at me from my analog wall clock. My ears ring at the sound of someone thudding at the door. Who in the gods of the good earth could that be causing a racket?!

I pull my pillow to my head, trying to will away the annoying pounds. That was until I hear my name get called out and I couldn't possibly ignore it now. Begrudgingly, I sit up from my bed and grumble all the way to the front door.

"This better be fucking important!" I call as I storm to the entrance of my home.

My soul leaves me when a body topples on me, a mop of messy blonde hair exploding with a strong smell of alcohol.

I recoil, gasping as I grip the door knob for balance. My heart quickens when my neck is attacked by kisses. I rip the man off me by the hair on his head. My own face contorts at the pink face staring back at me.

He whines, "too hard."

"Daemon!" I release his hair. He head slams to my shoulder as he bends into me. I whine, "what the hell are you doing here?"

"You turned me away!" he slurs against my exposed skin, tongue darting out. I shudder at the wet feel of it.

"How do you even know where I live?" I ask as l push him off me to straighten him up.

He repels my motions and grabs my form to press me near him. The slurring prince retorts in his mother tongue, "you insult me by thinking I wouldn't."

"Daemon," I grunt, pushing him upright before we both topple over because of his weight, "I told you we could have breakfast later today."

"I couldn't sleep," Daemon mumbles, eyes closing, "I missed you to much," he frowns, "you hate me."

"Daemon-"

"You loathe me, despise me!"

I roll my eyes, pacifying him in his mother tongue, "that could not be farther from the truth, my love."

"Then why did you reject my proposal?" he whispers, hands coming to my sides, pulling me closer to him, "my blossoming bride, so casually cruel, and for what?"

"Daemon, we've been through this."

"But I want the world to know you're mine."

I pull my head back when he exhales against my face. I cannot withhold the retching sound that leaves my lips, "how much have you been drinking?"

"I was sad," he mutters, not answering my question. He leans down to rub his nose against my neck, "make me feel better."

I push him off as he kisses my skin, "how did you get here?"

"Please."

I huff, "did you drive?"

Daemon opens his eyes to roll it dramatically. His frown tightens into a pout, "I walked."

My eyes widen, "from the palace?!"

"What, like it's hard?!" he words airily, breath fanning into my face again. I exhale sharply and swat at the air as he continues, "I've done marathons! I swim! I tennis balls with a racket! I fence! My stamina is top notch," he pushes me back and closes the door behind me, "lemme show you, wifey," he tugs at my closes, "walking is nothing."

"Daemon," I warn as he pushes his leg in between my thighs. I cannot contain my whimper.

He sloppily kisses my shoulders, all the way up to my mouth. He presses his weight onto me, "pleeeeeeaaaaaaassssseeeee, wan' you so bad."

I sigh when our lips meet. The sour bitterness on him recalls flashes of memories we shared such intimacy after he'd well chased away his sobriety. He was so good at it, so good at making me putty against him. His hands find their spot on my sides, just as though he never left me in the first place.

I am overtaken by an instinct that had laid dormant in me for the longest of time.

I bite at his lower lip, allowing my own desire take the reins.

What struck me was the fact he moaned and did nothing. I open my eyes and I pull away from him, finding his were still closed and that he dazed, tired, and 100% regretting this in the morning.

I purse my lips then lean to his ear, "you want to move to the bedroom, my love?"

Daemon does not rouse at the idea either.

I shake my head and sigh, leading him to my bedroom nevertheless.

When we arrive, I push him down my mattress. He grunts but does not even lift his head up to look at me. I chuckle under my breath, as I begin to release him of his strangled attire.

I start with his shoes, then his jacket, then his pants, then his smelly shirt. I then pat his thigh, asking him to move deeper into the bed. He obliges wordlessly, eyes half-closed, making me chuckle at the sight of him. I grab the comfiest sweater I owned and put it on him resisting all the urges to fondle with his bare, toned chest along the way.

I sigh once the deed is done. Good job, me.

"I can warm you better than this jumper," he says, resisting me when I push him back down the bed.

"Shhh, we're going under the covers."

"Hmp. Am not a prude."

"Oh, but I am, husband," I say, throwing the covers over him. When I move to leave him alone in bed, he manages to snag my hand and pull me back. He whines, "don't fucking leave me!"

"I'm not leaving. I'm going to clean up."

"Fuck cleaning up-"

"It's fine, I'll be quick about it."

I pry Daemon's grip away and push him down with ease. He almost immediately succumbs to sleep.

And I really did try to be quick about it, but one thing lead to another, and as much as I wanted to be in bed with Daemon, I found the thought of going back to bed unappealing. So, I decided to just get an early start to my day.

By the time Daemon came groaning in his wake, scratching his eyes on his way towards me, I already had a full course breakfast of his favorite meals prepared on the table.

"Sȳz ñāqes, ñuha dārilaros," I smile at the disheveled prince walking over to me in my cashmere sweater that fit him snugly.

He wipes his face, pushing his platinum locks away, "nothing is good about the morning, princess."

I snort, deciding to meet him halfway, grabbing his hand, leading him to his seat of honor. When he sits down, he looks up at where I stood beside him, groaning as he did. He blinks with difficulty, "was that the same thing you were wearing last night?"

I smoothen my slip dress and nod simply, "yes."

He scoffs. "That explains why I'm wearing this then," he tugs on the collar of my pink sweater.

"You would have gotten cold."

"Disappointing that we did not do anything to keep us both warm," he mumbles, hooking his hand between my thighs. He pulls me towards him then leans on my stomach. I instinctively cradle his head as he massages my thighs, "you must hate me. Truly."

I sigh, combing his hair back, "enough of this talk, Daemon. I do not hate you."

"Then why won't you let me put a dragonling in you?" he mutters as he rubs his cheek against me, "you'll quite enjoy it, I find."

My breath hitches when I feel his hands trail up my legs. I push him away, tutting him as I point my finger, "I did not slave away to make you food just for it to get cold."

"You're the only meal I need," Daemon turns to me, pushing himself up from the table.

The next moment however, he groans, screwing his eyes shut in discomfort, undoubtedly feeling the effects of his hangover. He leans on his chair as I roll my eyes at him.

"Yeah," I grunt, pushing him back down, "this will help you with that."

I push the soup close to him as I sit down adjacent to spot, bringing my own plate closer, "eat up, darling."

Daemon sighs deeply as he takes a spoon and brings it to his mouth. I watch intently as he takes his first bite. His droopy eyes widen and he looks down at the bowl, going in for another scoop, "this is amazing."

I smile, absolutely relishing the manner in which he quickly tries to feed himself. I chuckle, pushing the stray locks of his hair out of his face when it falls in his way, "slow down, it will not run from you."

"Oh," he takes a scoop, hastily shoving it in his mouth, "but you will."

I roll my eyes, scooping some soup myself, "I will not."

"Konir sagon skoro syt istin mazverdagon sure naejot ābrazȳrys ao bē adhirikydho."

I snort at his words. That's why I must make sure to wife you up quickly.

"I am already you're wife, little dragon."

He groans then chuckles, "little dragon, huh?"

I chuckle as I bring the other plates of food close to him, "you very well can't do all the things you plan to do to me on an empty stomach."

"Is that a dare?" Daemon turns to me, dropping his spoon, eyes narrowing.

"Why would I dare you to do something you'd do on your own volition?"

He chuckles, looking away. He was meant to say something else but then he smirk on his lips contorts when he catches sight of something across the room, "what the bloody hell is that?"

I knit my brows.

I turn to where he was looking, cackling when I spot a portrait of my husband, one that I painted a few centuries ago by memory. I giggle turning to him and pointing, "why, that's you!"

"That is not me," he mutters, lips curled in disgust, "I am far superior to Daemon the first, thank you very much."

I roll my eyes, "I'm glad you recognize yourself at least"

He shudders, visibly cringing, "so what? You stole that from your office, my little thief?"

"I painted it, thank you very much."

Daemon's face slips into surprise.

I snort, "women are allowed to paint in this era, you know."

"No," he shakes his head, "I'm just... it looks like a royally commissioned portrait."

"Thank you," I smile, "I learned from the royal maestros myself."

Daemon snorts, suddenly changing tune, "I'm sure it looks shite up close though."

My jaw drops.

He chuckles. "Joking," he raises his hands, "I'm only joking, my love."

I give him an annoyed look as he smirks at me, reaching out a hand to caress my cheek. I dodge his touch and sneering. But then I grab his wrist and place my hand on my cheeks anyway.

What? I've been missing him.

He chuckles through his nose then lightly pinches my cheek. He pulls his hand away to grab my chair from the seat and drag me towards him.

"Care to enlighten me on why the second best Daemon haunts your dwelling everyday?" Daemon mumbles as he scoots his chair closer to mine.

I cringe at the skidding sound as I look back to the painting. I chew my lower lip as I mentally debate what exactly I should tell him.

I turn back Daemon, elbows resting on the table, hands resting on my palms, stomach rolling at the sight of him already looking back at me.

His longish hair was tousled, stray locks on his cheek bone and forehead. I reach out to him, pushing his blonde tresses back, thumb retracing his brow bone, all the way down to his jaw. I then retrace his lips and allow a smile to form on mine. I tell him, "he's my husband."

Daemon's eyes darken. He leans into my touch as he grunts, "not fucking funny, little girl."

I snort, "nothing about me is little, nor girl-like."

"Well," he reaches out to me, roughly smoothening my hair. My head tips repeatedly because of this. Daemon continues, "your teases are fucking childish. If you keep this up, I'll have you over my knee."

I roll my eyes, "yes, husband."

He makes a sound that bubbles into a chuckle. Daemon pecks at my cheek, muttering in High Valyrian, "now that's more like it."

I coil in ticklishness when he moves to kiss my neck. I push him back, "enough distractions, eat your fo-"

"Stop being distracting the-"

"Daemon, i-"

"I told you, I must wife you up very so-"

"I have work!"

"It's a government holiday."

"No, it's-"

"I'm the fucking government!" he stands from his chair, ripping the sweater off of him, "now get that thing off- where do you think you're going?!"

He watches me run off to the other side of the table, brows raising, lips parting into a soft grin at the posing challenge. Daemon leans on the table, arm and chest muscles flexing.

My tongue darts out to my lips. He chuckles as he catches this and how my eyes dart to his exposed skin, "come on, little girl," he begins to circle over to me, "don't make me punish you more than you can take."

I narrow my eyes at him, not liking his indirect insinuation of weakness. I counter his movements, "what makes you think you can catch me to begin with, old man?"

He snorts, breaking into a loud laugh, "oooh, you'll pay for that."

"Hmmm," I tilt my head, "will I? Now that I remember, you're actually just an inexperienced babe, so unprepared for the harshness of reality."

He licks his lips, like a hungry dragon slobbering over his prey, "you've no idea how badly I'll taint you with me, my sweet bride."

"Bold of you to assume you haven't tainted me already, my foolish prince."

With that, I reach the side of my bathroom and make a run for it. My heart races in its ribcage, fired with adrenaline mixed with dread an anticipation.

I am one part glad I am able to evade the growling prince as I lock the door behind me, because I know how powerlessness I'd be against him ones he pins me down, especially now that we were in the quiet of my home. But the other part of me is annoyed that I'd have to wait at least later tonight to have him all for myself.

He bangs on my door, jangling the knob. He warns me in High Valyrian, "open the door now or I swear on all the gods that you will regret it if you don't."

"Bold of you to assume I'd have to open the door at all!"

"You do claim your need to go to work, don't you?" he shakes the door, then probably kicks or knees it, "OPEN THE BLOODY DOOR!"

"Oh, my naïve prince. Ever heard of a fire exit?"

He halts his actions.

I snort as I head into the shower, "I've got some clothes here, all its takes it to load it in my washer and dryer."

"You wouldn't dare."

I laugh, begging to ready everything, "you'll see how much I dare."

And so, after I was done, I silently unlocked my bathroom door and slipped out of the fire exit. I ignored all the looks I got from people who wondered why I was coming down from where I did. I mean, I could have been a fire escape maintenance personnel for all they knew.

I then arrived at the museum a few minutes early, and by a few minutes, I mean two. I race to our attendance monitor machine that's just by the entrance and tap my ID. I catch my breath as I greet one of the guards good morning as he passes me.

"Did you run here?" the voice of a nearing Aemond says. I spot him, hands on his backpack straps, a patch on his eye still, as he walks over. He takes his turn tapping his ID on the machine as he gives me a quizzical look, "you're not even late yet."

I sigh as I shrug at him.

He eyes me up and down then tilts his head, "what's the big deal anyway? You're practically richer than the state. What's a few cents off your salary?"

"First of all," I raise a finger, "I'm not. No one person should be that rich. Second of all, it's not about the money, it's about being on time."

Aemond hums, crossing his arms, "is that why you're wearing the same clothes from yesterday."

I knit my brows and look down at my dress, "no that's called having a washing machine. Also," I begin to walk off to our office, "I'm surprised you even noticed something like that."

Aemond does not respond. Trust me, it's seared in my mind.

We head to our office, and I begin to go over the things we needed to finish for the day. Aemond, much like him, pulls out his notepad from his pocket and begins writing it all down with a red lead pencil.

By the time we make it to our room, I receive a phone call, one that I saved under the High Valyrian word for Forever.

I smile then snorting to myself as I answer, "hello-"

"YOU ACTUALLY WENT OUT THE FUCKING FIRE EXIT?!"

I chuckle, "I'm offended you didn't believe me, husband."

Aemond perks. Husband?!

"ARE YOU QUITE INSANE? WHAT IF YOU SLIPPED AND FELL?!"

I roll my eyes at the thought. I chuckle and cross my arms, "why would I so suddenly slip and fall? The fire escape is just like any old flight of stairs."

I find myself turning to Aemond. I chuckle at his twisted expression as the man on the other end of the line continues to bark at me, "WHERE ARE YOU NOW?! IM COMING TO PICK YOU UP!"

"What do yo- I'm at work! Why would you-"

"Qogralbar mirre," fuck work, "I'm coming to get you."

"No, you whiny child, you will not," I state, holding in my laughter, "I have important thing and arti-"

I rip my phone away from my ear when he shouts, "YOU THINK THE PRINCE OF VALYRIA DOESN'T HAVE IMPORTANT THINGS TO DO?!"

At this point, Aemond is past concerned at the ferocity of whoever was on the other end.. He leans on his desk with agitation as he eyes me and asks, "who is that?"

I give him a soft look and brush him off with a head shake, not answering him just yet. I bring the phone close to my ear again as I calmly respond to Daemon, "so, go ahead and do those things."

"BUT I DONT WANT TO! DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND!?" he exclaims as he breaks into a growl, "my wife just abandoned me in her flat and now wants nothing to do with me! How do you think that makes me feel?"

I release a sigh, "my love, you are not abandoned-"

"YET I I FEEL LIKE I AM BECAUSE IM ALL ALONE HERE!"

"Dae-"

"I meant every word last night," he cut me off.

I purse my lips.

"I will surely go insane if I must be separated from you," he grunts then sighs, shortly proclaiming. "I will come to you. I will come to you and you will not stop me."

I do not argue with him.

"I will call my assistant and go there right after."

I purse my lips and nod, "okay."

"Okay?" he repeats with a surprised tone.

I chuckle, "Okay. It's not like I can stop you, now can I?"

"No," he chuckles, "no you cannot, my love."

My heart races at his words. My stomach swirls. I smile to myself before speaking out, "I love you."

"I love you," he retorts instantly with a sigh, "I will be there soon Do not try to trick me any further."

"I won't!" I laugh.

"You better not."

Once the call ends, I find myself laughing inwardly. I only stop when I catch Aemond's face. I raise my brows at him, "sorry, I was talking to my husband."

"Your what?" he blurts and straightens up. Aemond wipes his hands down his face, "you are not married."

I chuckle, shaking my head, "well, it happened yesterday."

Aemond looks at me like I've just told him I ate a baby for breakfast. I laugh, giving him a playful face, "it's not a big deal. We've been married 2000 years beforehand."

Aemond does not laugh at my words like I do. He shakes his head shakes his hands, "please tell me you're joking."

I snort, "Oh, Aemond, I-"

The sound of the office doors breaking open hinder the rest of my words. There is an out of breath man clutching a walkie-talkie. He looks like he's seen a ghost. He gulps before he sputters out, "his- his- his majesty is here."

Aemond and I pull our heads back. I knit my brows and shake my head. Daemon's already here?"

"The-" the man points "the king is here."

My face drops.

"The king of Valyria is visiting?" Aemond blurts in utter shock and disbelief.

The man nods his head, "he's in the Dornish Exhibit. He's asking for a guide."

Aemond turns to me in that moment. I clear my throat, "well," I let out an apprehensive sound, "let's... give the king a proper tour of the place, shall we?" I nod at Aemond.

Aemond grabs his chair, "honestly, I'd much rather stay here."

"Oh," I nod again, "okay then."

And so that very moment, I am make my way to King Viserys, who had six body guards by him while he looked at the iconic mustard cloak worn by Oberyn Martell on display.

I take a moment to explain who to the guards before the king spots me and tells them to let me through.

"Your majesty," I greet as I curtsy.

King Viserys smiles then speaks my name. A part of me is surprised he knows it. I rise as he walks over to me, "I did not realize you were the acting director of the museum." He places his hands behind him, "it was not in your business card."

I turn to him. I find myself smiling at the fact he was the very picture of health. I pray he does not meet the same end as the Viserys in my time, "you've seen my business card, your grace?"

"Yes," he says pointing to the exhibit, "my baby brother showed it to me."

We both turn to the display as he continues, "he told me that it was from the woman he loved," he speaks softly, "the woman he wanted to marry."

I press my lips together in thought as I link my hands together in front of me.

"He got himself wasted last night because you rejected him," he adds, crossing his arms.

He and I take in the old relic from Old Dorne.

The king asks "why did you reject him?"

I take a moment to respond. "He does all things in haste, your majesty" I mutter, "it would do him good to calm himself and take his time smelling the flowers."

I feel Viserys turn to me, "you speak this as though you've known him all your life."

I turn to him, finding his eyes are narrowed, as if willing the malicious intent out of my being. I offer a smile, "you might think me mad, but... he is my whole life."

"And you decided this after speaking with him for a day?" he turns aimlessly around the place, "or was it during one of your studies of my family?"

"I decided it when he showed me how he'd give his up his life for mine," I mumble.

"Give up his life?" Viserys scoffs, repeating the phrase in High Valyrian. He shakes his head as he mutters under his breath, "well, then I think you're about as big as a lunatic as he is."

I chuckle.

Viserys knits his brows.

I turn back to the display, vaguely seeing mine and Viserys' reflection on the glass, "I assure you, my king, I understand that whatever feelings you have towards me are fruits borne of your concern for your brother."

He and I turn back to each other at the same time. We only silently look at for a moment. I offer him a smile, "I am someone who too want the best for him."

Viserys tilts his head at my words. He point to the display before looking at it, "tell me about about it."

I turn to the garment, ready to explain its history.

"Tell me about your feelings towards my brother."

I pull into a smile, "where you like for me to start?"

"At that bar, where you met," he says, "from the very beginning."

Meanwhile, Aemond starts in his seat when the office doors are broken open all over again. He rises to his feet, jaw slacking at the sight of the man, the prince, Daemon Targaryen himself.

He does a once over of the room and knits his brows, eyes finally landing on Aemond, "where is she?"

Aemond finds himself immediately of the defensive. He narrows his eyes, "where is who, your grace?"

Daemon knits his brows at that, at the sting of his false reverence. He shifts and calls out a full name and describes your character to a tee. He raises a brow, clenching his jaw, "is that clearer for you?"

Aemond clears his throat, beginning to feel something wash up his being. He does not meet his eyes when he replies to the prince, "she is with the king."

"The king?!" Daemon blurts, "as in my brother, the king?"

Aemond nods, finally looking at him, "they were in the Dornish exhibit but-" he cuts himself off when the prince immediately leaves without hearing his entire sentence.

With a sigh, Aemond sits back down.

But then suddenly, something crashes in the corner of the room, making him stand right back up. He looks for whatever it was that made that racket and finds himself walking to the spare room where a few books and documents were kept, along with a few other things not fit for public consumption.

He finds a bunch of fallen books, rolling his eyes at it, knowing it probably toppled over after all the banging on the door.

He picks them up, not really interested in the archives, up until he reads one the titles of book that was in High Valyrian called, "Blood Magic, Soul Ties, & Rebirth."

He wipes the book cover with his sleeve and raises a brow at the name of the author. It sounded a bit similar to your name. He purses his lips at it. It would be funny to talk to you about it later.

Aemond puts away the rest of the books but brings the one to his desk. He turns to his phone when it vibrates. He spots a message he got from his brother.

He grunts when he reads Aegon's message: DUDE WTF THE ROYAL FAMILY IS AT YOUR JOB?

He rolls his eyes and locks his phone.

[pessimisticpigeonsworld]

The Problems with HOTD's Alicent

Hotd made a lot of interesting choices about their characterizations, especially when it comes to Alicent. First off, there's the obvious age change, which I know has been commented on a lot, so I'm not going to be talking about that in this post. What I'm going to talk about is the changes in her character itself (made supposedly in the name of feminism might I add) and why that hurts the story itself.

To start off: the constant victimization. Now, having Alicent being a victim of marital rape is not my issue, it was definitely not uncommon in the time period asoiaf is based on. My issue is turning it and her many other victimizations into one of her only personality traits. Literally Alicent's main traits are: Rhaenyra's former bff, victim of Otto, victim of Viserys, teen mom, and victim of Larys. Can everyone see the pattern? Victimization for the sake of it is disgusting and exploitative, and it's even worse when they, in order to fulfill the storyline created by grrm, turn her into an abuser herself. Like she has no development past the victim-abuser cycle and its depressing at best and enraging at worst. How is that feminist?

Now how does that hurt the story? Well I did allude to it above, but I say it clearly this time: it gives her no character arc and stunts one of the main characters which cripples any emotional tension the writers are trying to build. Rhaenyra in episode 8 may as well be talking to Alicent in episode 5, which is the last time we see Alicent develop at all. We see Rhaenyra change over the episodes, especially over the 10 year time skip, but Alicent remains the spiteful, paranoid girl she was at the end of episode 5. That's half the fucking season as a stagnant character! This wouldn't be so bad if she was a side character, like Harwin and Lyonel, but she's literally one of the main characters, how the fuck is this good writing?

Next change: turning Alicent's main motivation into protecting her children. This is something I like to call the Cersei effect: the belief that if your main female antagonist, just giving her the role of protective mom is all you need to make her nuanc3ed. Which is total bs and totally misses what exactly it was that makes Cersei an interesting antagonist. Actually they took more than just the children thing from Cersei, I think that's also where they got the marital rape, loveless marriage, and being called the ex's name from. But anyway, the reason this angle doesn't work (aside from it being fucking lazy) is because, in this story, Alicent helps start a fucking civil war. How the fuck does that protect her kids?? And on top of that, how does forcing your 13 y/o daughter to her 15 y/o abusive brother (and don't say Aegon wasn't an abuser yet, he was bullying and harassing Aemond long before the marriage) protect her? By keeping her close? What was she going to do, supervise them every time they're alone? Make sure Aegon is sober and not assaulting her? Basically what I'm getting at: Alicent's actions are completely counter-intuitive to her supposed main goal of protecting her children. And it shows since she had to live through all of them dying because of her and Otto's actions.

The reason that is harmful to the story is pretty much what I said above, but I'll say it more clearly here: if your antagonist/rival's actions are completely nonsensical with their goal, they are a bad antagonist/rival and the story is therefore lacking any real conflict. The only time Alicent's actions made some sense were in episode 7 when she attacked Rhaenyra, that was clearly years of resentment boiling over and anger over how Viserys reacted to her son's maiming. That is the only time I've ever found her compelling after episode 3.

All this to say: Alicent's hotd characterization makes no sense and it destroys any actual conflict beyond pettiness in the story, which completely ruins it. Thank you for reading this far, I know this was really fucking long.

[aphrodisiac-siren]

Innocence- Aemond X OC

Summary: War is an ugly thing; Something that is common knowledge to all and yet something people resort to anyway when conflicts arise. It was not something Eirlys Velaryon wanted though, nor what Aemond Targaryen wanted as well. It was a war they were dragged into, and suffering they had to endure for crimes they were innocent of.

Warnings: under-age intimacy

Masterlist

Part 3

It had been almost two years since the incident.

Aemond never told Eirlys about it and after a few tries, she stopped asking him about it too.

The princess never knew why in the initial few days Aemond had grown to resent physical touch, until later on he once again managed to get comfortable around her, yet still never giving her the reason as to why there was a momentary shift in behaviour.

Aegon and Helaena had quiet recently been blessed with children; twins. This sparked the curiosity within Eirlys of how that came to be once again after years of not so much as even thinking about it.

Knowing that Aemond had no interest in the subject anymore, she decided this time to just go and ask Aegon herself.

"You can't be serious" Aegon looked at the princess like she'd just suggested cutting off her own head "you're almost a woman, about to be wed and you still do not know?"

"If I did I wouldn't be asking you now, would I?" Eirlys rolled her eyes at his statement.

"You and Aemond are a match made by the gods" Aegon mumbled as he pinched the bridge of his nose "so, the man enters the woman and spills his seed inside of her. That seed then grows into a baby inside the woman's womb"

"I'm not following" Eirlys furrowed her brows in confusion "how much wine did you drink?"

"I'm not drunk" Aegon facepalmed at her innocent stupidity "fine, let me simplify it for you. They have sex, which means a man puts his cock into a woman's cunt"

Eirlys suddenly felt slightly uncomfortable trying to imagine it.

"Why?"

"Well during the act, there's semen that spills out of the man and into the woman's womb, that's what makes the child" he further explained "but most of the time people don't perform sex just to bear children, it's done to pleasure themselves as well"

"Pleasure?" Eirlys repeated, not being able to wrap her head around how that would be pleasant "h-how?"

"You're too innocent" Aegon sighed "someone's got to change that"

Aemond had been informed that his older brother had called for him after supper. He didn't really want to go and hear what he had to say, but went anyway to avoid his brother showing up to his quarters.

"You sent for me?" Aemond asked as he walked in.

"You need to start showing interest in your duties" Aegon's tone was stern and serious, something Aemond wasn't accustomed to.

"M-my duties?" He asked, recalling that this was the same older brother who spent more time with his cups of wine than with his books "I'll have you know I'm the only one between the two of us who actually studies history, philosophy, close combat-"

"No not that you twat" Aegon quickly cut him off, slightly annoyed by his brother bringing up the fact that Aegon was the sibling who was never one to show any interest in studies "I meant about your fourth coming duties as a husband"

"What"

"Eirlys has never been with a man before and it'd be a shame if you happen to let her down in bed" Aegon sighed "I paid good money last time but you ran off, ungrateful little-"

"If you wish to bring up the events from two years ago, I have no intention of standing here and listening to you go on" Aemond briskly responded "if that is all, brother, I shall take my leave"

"Eirlys was here earlier you know," Aegon informed "she asked me the same thing you did when we left the castle that night"

"And what did you do?" Aemond turned around to face him.

"Well I told her how the act was done" the older boy simply shrugged "though I doubt she really made any sense of it"

"And what does this have to do with me?"

"You're going to be her husband for fuck's sake" Aegon dramatically announced "and you don't yet know how to please a woman in bed"

"So what exactly are you trying to say?" Aemond impatiently asked, now slightly cautious of his inexperience. He'd never really thought much about his marriage to Eirlys. The two had such a lovely relationship as friends that he hadn't put much thought into having to bed her.

"I say we go back to the city" Aegon told him.

In truth Aegon didn't care much about how his little brother would please his wife-to-be in bed. He just wanted company as he snuck out so even if he did get caught, the entire blame wouldn't land on himself.

Aemond was hesitant. He didn't know if he'd react the same way as he did the last time. But with the concern of his marriage to Eirlys drawing closer, he thought it'd be best to get it over with for the sole purpose of not embarrassing himself.

"Alright" he finally gave in with a sigh "just this once I suppose"

"Lovely" Aegon clapped as he went to go pour himself and his brother some wine "I'll meet you at the street of silk, I still have some drinking to be done with before I arrive"

Aemond, once he'd drank the wine Aegon offered him, hesitantly changed into some of the old and washed up clothes his brother had hidden away under one of the floorboards beneath his bed. He used the same passageway Aegon had introduced him to the last time.

However, he didn't remember the route as clearly so he did have to ask a few people along the way for directions, feeling a slight tinge of embarrassment as he informed them he was trying to get to the a whore house.

"You can do this" he heaved a long sigh as he walked toward the familiar stone house "this is to prepare for your duties as a husband"

After he'd managed to muster enough courage to once again enter the place that had mentally scared him in his childhood, he looked for the madam of the house and informed her of his request for a room.

He paid her five pieces of gold and followed her directions to a room that was allotted for him. Upon the arrival of the young girl who would entertain his desires, he'd informed her of his inexperience, to which she assured him that she would guide him through it all so that he may be well informed the next time he'd visit.

This time Aemond did not find himself flinching away from the seductive touches. He submitted himself completely, following every command the girl gave him.

When the young prince was almost close to the edge, the girl stopped him.

"No, not inside me" she panted "in my mouth"

Aemond quickly slid his member out, granting her a break from his hard thrusts while she pushed him on the bed and got down on her knees.

She pressed her palms on his thighs as she slowly licked up his shaft before taking him into her mouth.

Aemond shut his eye as another wave of pleasure washed over him, his lips parted slightly to let the sound of his soft gasps escape.

As the girl swirled her tongue, eager to help the prince spill his seed into her mouth, Aemond's mind suddenly displayed the image of Eirlys.

Aemond quickly opened his eye, feeling embarrassed about having thought about her while being preoccupied in such a lewd situation.

But the pleasure he felt overpowered his senses and he once again closed his eye as he felt himself edging. His breaths became ragged and he fisted the sheets as he struggled to hold back his moans.

The girl bobbed her head up and down at a slightly quicker pace, knowing the prince wouldn't last much longer.

And she was right.

Involuntarily and completely out his control by that point, the prince elicited a loud moan.

"Eirlys" he breathed out, tightly shutting his eye as he came undone.

The girl looked up at him, momentarily caught off guard by the name he'd moaned but didn't ask him anything.

Aemond was appalled when he realised he'd released himself while thinking about her.His sweet, innocent friend who he was to marry.

In that moment the prince felt as though he'd committed a crime by thinking about her during such an inappropriate moment.

He left the girl three gold pieces before he dressed himself up, eager to get back to the castle.

He walked out the room, down the corridor and out into the open street but stopped in his tracks.

"What are you doing here?"

"Brother!" Aegon waved enthusiastically at Aemond "done already?"

"Aegon have you lost your mind?" He snapped as he walked closer to his brother.

"What's wrong" the older brother asked, oblivious as to why Aemond was in such a bad mood.

"Why did you bring Eirlys here?"

"Well I brought her here the same way I got you" Aegon casually told his brother, sounding slightly tipsy "so she may understand how a man and woman-"

"She doesn't need to be here" Aemond was quick to grab the girl's hand, yet avoiding any sort of eye contact "what were you thinking bringing a princess to a place like this? We're heading back"

"What, why?" Eirlys tried to free her hand out of his grasp. She knew what a whore house was, she'd just never been to one and as much as the foreign surrounding made her nervous, it also made her all the more curious. "Aemond let go!"

"You think I want you going in there?"

"I wasn't asking for you permission" the princess snapped "why's it fair that you are free to do as you please and waltz inside but I can't?"

"Good point" Aegon muttered.

"Shut up" Aemond responded.

The girl walked away from the two brothers, Aemond running after her to stop her while Aegon lazily walked behind them, his only concern presently being that he would have his fun for the night regardless of whether Aemond or Eirlys would stick around.

Despite Aemond trying to quiet literally hold the door shut, making himself and the entire situation look ridiculously comical, Eirlys resorted to tickling him to push him away from the door as Aegon then took his chance to swing it open.

The onlookers watched the trio in absolute confusion as they displayed a show of utter chaos:

Aemond stumbling backwards momentarily as Aegon held the doors open, trying to push Eirlys inside; Eirlys quickly trying to run in but then being pulled back by Aemond who'd wrapped his arms around her waist.

Eirlys didn't need to break free of Aemond's grasp to explore the old house. With the entrance of the establishment now wide open, she peeked inside as soon as she heard the lewd sounds of people moaning and was met with an obscene atmosphere of people grinding against each other, men humping against naked women.

The trio's chaos caught the attention of many, some of whom were not able to so much as walk in due to their little tussle right at the entrance.

And while the commotion was mostly taken by some to be a bunch of young adults who were drunk, the men of the city watch who'd seen that his from a distance mistook it for an entirely different situation; chalking up the conclusion that the two men were most likely trying to drag away a woman from the establishment against her will.

"Hey! Stop!" One of the guards called out as he approached them.

"Fuck" Aegon's eyes widened with panic "run, run!"

The three of them dashed away from the whore house, two of the men from the city watch following after them.

Aegon took a different route, unknown to Aemond and Eirlys, who continued running along the path they'd used to get to the streets of silk.

They knew outrunning them would not rule in their favour so Aemond began to scan the area for a place to hide.

"To your left" he called out, letting her run before him toward the little alleyway he'd pointed toward "under that stairway behind the barrels"

Eirlys crouched lower as she crawled into the narrow and damp space Aemond had suggested, the boy following swiftly after her. The tiny space that they'd picked to hide was really cramped, leaving only a few inches of distance between their faces as their bodies pressed close together so that they might fit in.

Aemond held a finger up to his lips, to indicate to stay silent as he heard the guards get closer.

Eirlys tried her best to control her ragged breathing after all that running and the tight space didn't not help. Yet instead of being more concerned about the fact that they might get caught, she found herself think more about what she saw at the whore house only a few minutes ago.

Aemond held his breath as the sound of boots trudging against the wet mud sounded his ears. The men muttered amongst themselves before they ran off, probably still in search of the trio.

The prince heaved a sigh of relief before he looked down to gaze at Eirlys. His breath hitched in his throat when he realised they were in such close proximity, being able to practically feel her breasts slightly heave up and down with each breath she took.

Eirlys' eyes looked up to meet his and Aemond, involuntarily, averted his gaze to her lips as he recalled moaning her name while he came.

In a way he felt like he'd defiled her, even though he hadn't meant to release himself while imagining her.

She was this demure, untarnished and delicate being in his mind, untouched by sin and corruption. And he wanted to protect that; protect her. And he knew that after what she'd seen only moments ago in that sinful place, part of that sweet innocence of hers was lost.

"Aemond?" She softly called out.

Fuck. He mentally swore as he felt the urge to lean down and kiss her.

He had kissed her before but that was years ago when he was younger, naïve and full of innocence, something that was lost forever.

"We should head back" he responded softly, fighting himself against dipping his head lower to capture her lips with his.

He quickly crawled out, before he could lose control over himself and then offered his hand to help the princess.

"What about Aegon?" Eirlys asked as she dusted the muck off her coat, not really being able to be rid of the stain.

"He can find his way back" Aemond answered her with an irritated tone.

"Are you upset?" The princess asked as the both of them walked back to the castle, cautiously looking around to avoid running into any more of the city watch.

"I am" the prince promptly replied "at Aegon, not you"

Throughout their conversation, he avoided looking at her, not being able to anymore after tonight.

She was so innocent, so pure and a complete contrast to what Aemond was, or rather, growing up to be.

Aemond did not wish to break fast with his family the next morning, he didn't wish to leave his quarters to begin with. He did try to avoid joining them, but Eirlys was sent to fetch him.

"Won't you be joining us, Aemond?" She'd asked as she knocked at his door, her gentle voice calling out his name made it rather difficult for the prince to refuse.

He opened the doors and had the princess take his arm as he led her back to the hall to dine with the family, all the while making a minimal amount of conversation as he avoided eye contact.

"Are you still cross regarding last night?" She asked when she took not of his unusual hostility he was exhibiting toward her.

"Like I said, I'm not upset at you" he murmured back in response.

Upon their arrival, Aemond sat at his usual spot at the head of the table after he'd pulled a chair for Eirlys, who always sat at his right.

"Shall we pray?" Alicent asked as she sat beside her husband Viserys.

As his mother the queen, began to recite a prayer that more or less was the same thing she said every morning, asking for forgiveness, good health and a long life to everyone present. Everyone gathered at the table followed her example and closed their eyes, folding their hands together and interlacing their fingers.

Aemond momentarily opened his eye to slyly glance at the princess. There was a loose strand of hair that fell out of place, making him want to lean over slightly and fix it for her.

Against his better judgment, he reached out and tucked the silvery lock of blonde behind her ear, to which Eirlys' eyes quickly snapped open upon having felt Aemond's cold fingers graze against her cheek, but by the time she'd turned to look at him, he'd already torn his gaze away from her.

Breakfast was rather silent that morning, with Aegon dozing off at the table every five minutes.

"Didn't sleep well?" Aemond asked sarcastically to which Eirlys bit her lip, indicating her disappointment in the prince for quiet possibly instigating an argument.

"No, brother, I did not" Aegon managed a weak smile to hide the sneer in his voice as he switched glances between Aemond and Eirlys"someone didn't let me spend my night peacefully"

"Someone took off and abandoned me" Eirlys added in reference to Aegon running off by himself last night during their little chase with the city watch, not appreciating that he blamed her as well for ruining his night.

"while I was on my way back from the library" she added quickly, using 'library' as a replacement for 'whorehouse' "that I didn't even get to go in"

"I wasn't the one who kept you from going to the library" Aegon swiftly retorted "if I recall correctly, it was Aemond who didn't want you to go"

"It was unsafe and improper for a princess" Aemond snapped before composing himself

"I'm confused" Helaena spoke, looking toward Eirlys for a clearer explanation "unsafe? But you were visiting the library?"

"I meant" Aemond effortlessly managed to spin a lie without a moment of hesitation "to be allowed to go to the library at such a late hour by herself"

"But it's alright for a prince, conveniently" Eirlys muttered as she side eyed Aemond.

"Because I was trying to-"

"Not at the table, please" Viserys sighed as he interrupted their little argument, not wanting this to turn into a fight.

"Perhaps you three ought to save this conversation until after we're all done" Alicent told them, skeptically looking between the three of them.

It was once again silent for the rest of the morning at the table until they all rose and left the hall to carry on with their duties awaiting ahead.

Aemond held his hand out for Eirlys, like how he always did each morning, to help her up but unlike the other times, today he'd refused to look at her.

The princess sighed in annoyance as she stood up, not accepting his hand and walked out the doors, Aemond slowly following after her.

"Now you're upset at me" he simply stated as he continued to walk behind her.

"Of course I am!" Eirlys threw him a nasty look "first you don't allow me to go into the establishment that you yourself had been to only moments before I arrived, then you proceed to ignore me as if I'm the one who ruined our evening"

"That was a whore house Eirlys!" Aemond whisper-yelled as he pulled her to the side, not wanting anyone to hear their conversation "what did you expect would happen once you were inside?"

"Well I-"

"You'd be taken to bed and fucked" the prince bluntly told her, not wanting to beat around the bush "I would know, that's what happened the first time Aegon took me and I hated every second of it"

"So you'd been there before?" she looked up at him, taken by surprise at his sudden confession.

"Y-yes, I mean... well-" Aemond struggled to find the words, something that didn't happen often "the first time I went, nothing happened. I-I left quickly"

Don't look at me like that he thought to himself as he watched her stare at him with disappointment. The two had always told each other everything yet this was something the prince had kept from her this whole time.

"Save it" she cut him off, not wanting to hear whatever excuse he'd come up with "I don't wish to speak to you right now "once you're done ignoring me and after you've realised you're at fault, come and find me"

Aemond failed to see he how he was the one at fault when all he did was prevent Eirlys from going into that horrible place. Despite the girl only wanting to merely observe what went on inside, he knew better than anyone that Aegon would ensure she enjoyed the whole experience and he did not want her to go through the same thing he'd been through. Additionally, the only reason he couldn't look at her was because it only reminded him that it was her face he'd imagined to release himself and there was no chance he would confess such a thing to her.

Without saying anything further, he walked away to head to the training yard to relieve some of the pent up frustration.

[atopvisenyashill]

Re your Bran ask. The amount of Key Five stans that think GRRM's intention is to make those five the Heroes of the Series and it's gonna be some found family-esque MCU dramedy where they all come together to defeat the others and then go on to plan Jon and Dany's wedding before having some double coronation among the cheering masses and everyone in Westeros falls at the feet of the Targ Regime is honestly fucking hilarious and baffling. This goes hand in hand with the Dany-Jon-Tyrion three heads of the dragon nonsense lmao.

They constantly praise GRRM for subverting tropes, but think he's going to play the Azor Ahai prophecy straight and think Dany and Jon will be unironic messianic figures/heroes. But for the other bitches and houses (especially Sansa or Aegon or Jaime, etc. who they hate) it's gonna be grimdark doom and gloom. Uhhh, yeah sure. Honestly these people should be happy these books never getting published because the meltdowns would be insane.

Imagine thinking GRRM isn't going to make these characters come into conflict with one another. It's not even about being an anti of any of these characters, it's about knowing basic storytelling narratives and what we've seen in the past five books, if you think there won't be angst, conflict, betrayals, etc. I genuinely don't know what to say.

the way this ask just got LOST in my inbox oh my god. anon if you're still around i'm so sorry lmao i do not know what happened.

but YES, i think i've used the word "naive" before as in, I think people are really banking on the sweet and not the bitter part of "bittersweet ending." I've seen people say that the later books are likely to be more "typical" or "straightforward" fantasy and it's like...why on earth would you think that? Everything he has said is pointing to continuing to do his shocking but well foreshadowed twists and turns and continuing to subvert tropes and expectations.

And yes, there's definitely like certain characters that the Key Five/Targ restoration/DJT Three Heads people will put all the "bitter" onand it's always so baffling and a lil telling that they just don't have the imagination to see a happier ending for Sansa, Bran, Brienne, Arianne, or Theon. I certainly have a tendency to dwell on the more "sweet" side of things for characters like Sansa, Arya, Brienne but a lot of that is because I'm just unsure of what the "bitter" aspect will be whereas I'm much more confident about the "bitter" aspect of characters like Dany, Bran, or Jon but I am fully confident that even with Sansa, Arya, and Brienne having some sort of power at the end, there will be a twinge of bitterness - I tend to go with "separated from their brothers" because that hits me right in heart but I'm sure George is gonna pull off something to make me insane and I will like it!! They will all have aspects of this one way or the other, not just a few characters! Sansa is not getting her head chopped off (WHY would this even happen. "Oh she committed treason" shut the hell your mouth she's not getting executed for Joffrey's death and she's not getting executed for *checks notes* giving a vague answer after she's pulled out of bed hungover and stressed out and asked to contradict the fucking crown prince can we be serious) because that's just objectively all bitter. Or that Aegon's death will be like, fine, no consequences, good even because he's just a pretender and nevermind that like, if the Blackfyre thing is true the kid's just been gaslit his entire life so how is any of this his fault?? It's why I waffle a lot on Dany's ending - I do think there will be something sweet for her there, if only for a moment, before her crown is taken from her but because that's so tied to politics, I'm a bit shaky on what it's going to be simply because the magical aspects make more sense to me.

I read fantasy not political thrillers or even a lot of historical fiction and I know I've bitched about all the "bran is annoying i hate magic" takes but at the same time that I find it annoying when the political fans will undersell the magic aspect or refuse to factor it into their theories, it's just as annoying when people insist that "the real enemy is the Others, politics is a distraction" it's not though! The political and the magical are intertwined and both of these aspects of the story will be subverted and played with in the end, it's not going to be a straightforward ending where Jon and Dany are both Azor Ahai and the Prince That Was Promised and this is indisputably a good thing and then they rule the seven kingdoms and it's all perfect. That is just not happening! We have it repeated over and over that magic and prophecy is tricky at best and untrustworthy at worst and Dany is spending all her time neck deep in prophecies and blood magic and yet this is somehow not going to have any affect on her psyche whatsoever and never mind that prophecy is what drove half her relatives crazy AND is actively driving Cersei, Stannis, and Melisandre insane. Arya has spent two full books in BRAAVOS of all places and yeah I DO in fact think that Arya living in the Free City known for rebelling against the Valyrians, serving the assassins guild that is heavily implied to have helped kick off the Doom of Valyria because of their hatred for slavery is in fact going to be relevant when she comes face to face with a Valyrian claimant who used blood magic and killed a slave in order to hatch her dragons.

Also cannot reiterate enough that George himself was deeply annoyed about the original outline getting leaked because his story has diverged massively from there and this "key five" thing is NOT APPLICABLE TO THIS STORY. It's no longer the story he's writing folks!!!

[witheredoffherwitch]

I hate how Rhaenyra is being retconned as this perfect Qween type character who has zero resemblance to her book counterpart and her fans are here for it. Rhaenyra in the text is more complex and unhinged and slowly loses all sense of herself from what I remember. What's the point of having a super hero character at all. Can't TB appreciate nuance, complexity, flaws? Ew at attempting to write a no flawed character!! Where's the fun in that?! Even Dany wasn't so uppity. I'm not saying make her go the same path as Dany or make her go all out evil but shades? Rhaenyra if handled with care has the potential to be the BEST most intriguing character in the show. I can respect that. As much as I hate how she used Aemond as a scapegoat I can respect that she did it, because it made the show that much more intriguing. No one can deny how brilliant that scene with Alicent was. It was good entertainment, made to get intense reactions. Now from what I'm hearing is Rhaenyra will become more and more of a Mary Sue in S2. Why would anyone be here for that SMDH All the while Daemon will have to pick up the slack LOL 😆 I will laugh all the way to the God's Eye😂🤣

Tazzzz 😘

I had to dig this ask from my Gmail alerts LMAO. It looks like Rhaenyra is going to be the ultimate darling of the Dance. Did you see @mejcinta's recent post? Apparently, they were planning a deleted scene where Aemond was trying to take Helaena's dragon because he thought he deserved it more than his own sister since she didn't use Dreamfyre as often. This is an absurd level of favoritism and a way of making the Greens look less knowledgeable in Valyrian customs. I'm glad that they cut that scene, but everything we've been getting from these leaks has been slowly getting worse. While I still think Daeron will be included (because there's no way they'd write him off completely), introducing him so late shows how much they're cutting back on his influence. Then you have characters like Cregan who is getting a massive glow-up from his book counterpart - I'm 100% certain that he'll be leading the Winter Wolves of the North.

Rhaenyra is given a powerful motive, all thanks to the introduction of Aegon’s dream in this series. Any aggression from her camp looks more honorable and noble in the end. Unfortunately, 'good' characters don't tend to be very interesting, which is why Rhaenyra and Daemon are the only two characters who spark any intrigue on that side. They even ruined a cool character like Rhaenys by giving her that botched 'girlboss' storyline. Jace's character is as interesting as a wet napkin, and Baela and Rhaena might as well not even be in the series. On the Green side, Helaena was shafted the most, yet we learn more about her than any of the other TB children. All we know about Jace is his quick anger and his weak punch - it is a massive disservice to his character considering the fact that he's Rhaenyra's oldest son.

Coming to Daemon, he will have to take the most bashing from their team. But this is good news for Daemon fans.. because while many normies may criticize or complain about these characters while the series is ongoing, they will still remain relevant in the fandom long after their demise.

Now all that remains is to see how badly do these show-makers fuck up this story. TG looks strong in terms of character, but TB seems to lead the way in the main narrative framing.

That's all! 🫶

[queen--kenobi]

Fem!Aemond Targaryen NSFT Alphabet

Listen. I'm in a Jaenna (fem!Aemond) mood so! Y'all are getting what I think she'd be like. And yes I am using a gif of Aemond because I genuinely don't think Jaenna would look much different

A= Aftercare (what they’re like after the act)

At first, she's not great imho. Like. Jaenna is slightly better than her male counterpart but not by much? She'll make sure her partner has water and is feeling okay, but that's about it. As time goes on, she does get much better about it

B= Body part (favorite body part their own or their lovers)

C= Cum (anything that has to do with it)

Her hands. She knows her hands drive women wild, especially since she's super dexterous with her fingers from years of knife twirling

I'm gonna say it. Jaenna is a tits girl. Tits and legs

This sorta ties in with dirty secret, but Jaenna wants to see if she can make her partner squirt. Aegon mentioned it in passing once, and initially Jaenna was weirded the fuck out and thought it gross but. Well. Once she's more comfortable with her sexuality, yeah. She wants to see if she can make her partner squirt

D= Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory)

Jaenna hates the idea of being pregnant but is obsessed with the idea of her partner being pregnant

E= Experience (do they know what they’re doing)

Oh God no! Between her sense of duty and religious guilt pushed onto her by Alicent, she's never tried anything with anyone. That and she's never really deemed anyone worthy of her time and attention

F= Favorite position

Mmmhhhmmm. I think she likes to have her partner in her lap, especially if they're prone to trying to hide their face in the crook of her neck. Also. She doesn't necessarily like to fuck her partner from behind, but she does like to eat them out that way

G= Goofy (how serious are they)

Very serious. Early on she will leave because she feels she's being laughed at if her partner giggles. Eventually, as she becomes more confident, she'll calm down about that. She won't be goofy herself, but she'll lean into any playfulness in a serious way

H= Hair (grooming habits)

Very meticulously groomed BUT she's not anti-bush. She keeps it under control

I= Intimacy (in the moment romantic or rough/dirty)

It depends? I think more romantic than most think but still pretty damn filthy, you know?

J= Jack off (do they masturbate and how often)

Oh. The Faith Guilt is strong with this one. So. Before she gets a partner, she did like... once, and felt insanely guilty after

K= Kink (kinks what they like possibly unusual)

L= Location (where they like to get it on)

Okay so!

Brat tamer

D/s dynamics with her usual as the Dom. She likes "my Prince/King" the best

Bondage. She loves tying her partner up

Ownership. Jaenna is very possessive but, obviously, can't show that as much as she'd like to

As a subset of ownership, collaring. Just sayin'

Mostly in her/her partner's chambers or in the library. Occasionally the garden but that's got to be the middle of the night.

M= Motivation (things that makes them tick/turn ons)

N= No (turnoffs or absolutely won’t do)

Getting into a good debate with her partner, someone showing preference for her over her siblings, someone being protective of her (but not in a "you can't protect yourself" way that's an instant turn off). Poor girl is so starved for affection that any sign you think she's worth something more than politics or having a child? She'll be yours instantly

Water sports and scat are obvious "no"s. Anything that requires her to be the one sexually stimulated unless she's in a very specific mood. No Mommy dom action. Also, talks of her having a kid

O= Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are)

GIVING. Listen. I am firmly in the camp that Jaenna not only is a lesbian but also she's a stone butch (meaning she doesn't want to be touched during sex/has very specific ways she wants to be touched if she does). So she does not like receiving. She gets much much much more out of giving

P= Pace (how fast they are and how long they last in bed)

Oh, Jaenna takes her time. She's much more about her partner's pleasure so she goes as long as they need her to

Q= Quickie (do they prefer fast and hard)

No. Jaenna does them, but she much prefers taking her time

R= Risk (do they like to try new things)

Yeah, if her partner brings it up she'll probably be willing to try it?

S= Stamina (how many times they can go and how long each round lasts)

Oh, a while, and multiple times. Obviously not every time is going to be an all night thing, but she has done several long sessions in one night with short naps in between

T= Toys (are they game for using sex toys on themselves or lovers)

Yes. Not on herself but on her partner. She has to be the one using them on her partner, though. Her partner can't use it on themselves because that taps into an insecurity

U= Unfair (how do they tease or do they enjoy suspense themselves)

Oh, once she's confident in herself? She's such a goddamn tease it's not even funny

V= Volume (are they loud, what sounds, and do they talk)

She tends to stay quiet, opting for moans and quieter noises. That being said, if she picks up her partner likes dirty talk? Oh, she's more than happy to indulge

W= Wild card (random sincannon of any sort)

Honestly would probably bust instantly if someone called her "husband"

X= X-ray (what’s down below in dem pants)

I think she's probably got a decent sized clit but it's very shy sdsdsdsdsd Sorry, not sorry

Y= Yearning (sexdrive level)

Before she realized she was a lesbian? No. Nope. But. Once she's accepted her sexuality? Through the goddamn roof.

Z= Zzzz (do they sleep after if so how quickly after)

Depends? I think she doesn’t fall asleep right away, but she does become very relaxed and at ease. If she wants to, it wouldn't take her long

[detectivechandler]

💌 for @dreamtfyre

yo, yo @dreamtfyre !! i get to love on you!

one thing i like about your portrayal/character - man what do i even say to this?? since first finding you on lyanna, I have been blown away with the passion you have for developing your muses. I love people who research and get way too into things like i do and you never cease to amaze me with your thoughts etc. I love your fc choices, I love your ability to pick out song lyrics that fit certain dynamics.. and I love the fact that you dont water anything down. Your characters are your characters. They dont shy away from their original source media but they also aren't just the same old repeated storylines and personality traits over and over. You explore how different dynamics and alternate situations would shape them (or not shape them in some circumstances) and I absolutely love that about you and your writing. I'm just your number one fan, via. (this was not one thing. oh well)

one thing i like about your blog - it's so damn organized. i wish i had the motivation.

one thing i like about you in general - HOW DO I PICK ONE THING. We clicked really well and I've so enjoyed getting to know you more and more. There's seriously too much to choose from. One thing I really admire and respect is your ability to recognize the fact that being someone's friend doesn't mean agreeing with them 100% of the time. a lot of people dont get that. I love your creativity, the memes you find and the way you are so quick to share media you enjoy and to interact with media that others enjoy as well. You are such an easy to talk to person and someone I have come to treasure a ridiculous amount. you make me laugh even when i feel like i possibly couldnt and then you turn around and give me feelings in the next two seconds. I am so glad I know you.

@sinfyre i'm doing you now too. buckle up.

one thing i like about your portrayal/character - man, the realism !! you have so much creative talent that blows me away every single time you pick up a muse but one of your greatest strengths is writing complex fucking humans and never has that been made more clear than with aegon. He is flawed, he is sometimes ridiculous and he is also someone we can all relate to when it comes to your portrayal. I love that you don't follow that trend of black and white thinking that seems prevalent in discourse that surrounds both him and just the fandom in general. Your descriptions, his dialogue, the little snippets you give into his mind .. I love it so much.

one thing i like about your blog - you just don't give a shit. and i don't mean that in the 'oh i dont care and its obvious bc my blog is a mess' way. your blog isn't a mess at all. but i love the ozzy vibe of 'i dont care. i'm here for me. i'm here to write'. It's so genuine.

one thing i like about you in general - idk, mate. i dont think we really get along that well. if we talked more often i'd probably say your sense of humor and the way you get pissed off at the same things i do. I'm gonna do a blanket statement of you're someone i just vibe with so i can go into a bit more detail. we just clicked from day one and i have not stopped enjoying our conversations or laughing ever since. discord calls can be ridiculous with timezones but i'm glad we somehow manage to make it work like once a month. i'm glad you're my shrek buddy. i can't believe you watched 9 seasons of spooks because i picked up a character. that's dedication. and i also can't believe you watched (and loved!!) whitechapel. thanks for being someone who is so incredible and who i am so blessed to know.

[theworldisafuckingbleak]

Cry as much as you want, Aemon is more important as a character than your rapist meow meow, aegon deserves all the hate he gets and helaena finding happiness in her little brother and having children with him who is the love of her life gives her more agency than just being a babymaking factory for her rapist older brother. I don’t think you even care about helaena’s characterization let alone aemond’s because you are only interested in kissing aegon’s ass. As a rhaenicent it’s embarrassing to see you being a rhaenicent and helaegon at the same time, you’re so pathetic and after i went through your cringy blog it make sense why you’re this much pathetic. How about you stop shipping rhaenicent and just stick with the real FLAVOURLESS ship Helaegon.

Why do i feel like you've copy pasted this. This looks like the exact same ask i got aftet when i posted this LMAOOoo

As far as i know, dance of the dragons happened between Viserys I Targaryen's children Rhaenyra Targaryen and Aegon II Targaryen so i really don't know what do you mean by “"Aemon" is a more important character” and yes i agree Aegon deserves all the hate he gets because he is a drunken cunt of a rapist.

From which fanfic have you got the idea that Helaena is portrayed as a baby making factory for her rapist brother??? In the show Helaena is showed as a young woman who has a unique hobby and struggling with her prophetic visions alongside being a daughter, sister, wife and mother.

As for Helaena's characterization, i'm not the one who's desperate to see helaena having her little brother's bastards and killing herself for the love of that little brother instead of her children when that little brother's dumbness is one of the main reason behind her first son's murder or should i say her "barstard son's" murder gives her more "agency" so i don’t know how i'm the one who doesn’t care about Helaena's characterization or her agency.

Now listen to me you fucking dumbass don't you dare to tell me who should i ship and who should i not because it's none of your fucking business and KEEP MY MOTRERS (RHAENICENT) OUT OF YOUR FUCKING MOUTH!!!

Before calling me pathetic look into yourself maybe then you'll get it who is the real pathetic here. At least i'm running a "cringy blog" and you're the one who's sending anon hate to that "cringy blog" because you're too lifeless to ignore or block that "cringy blog" you pathetic loser.

If my ship was actually that much flavourless then i would also have to do mental gymnastics like you dumbasses do by whining why don't anyone like your flavourless ship and sending anon hates to "cringy blogs". But as my ship is helaegon so i really don't how does a flavourless ship looks like.

And yes i'm 100% interested in kissing Aegon's ass. I mean HAVE YOU SEEN HIS ASS????!! In case you were too blind to see Aegon's arc i mean ass i'm giving you another chance to see it. Here you go🥰🤤

[em-writes-stuff-sometimes]

Hiiii!

What do you think of Vissie T?

Personally, I hate him. I hate him for marrying his daughter's best friend, and treating alicent and her kids like shit and technically being the whole cause of the war between the Greens and the Blacks.

I read this thing somewhere, and it really made sense. It said that when aegon II was born, he should have either declared aegon his new heir, or sent something to the lords of the realm, telling them rhae-rhae was still heir to the throne (i think you said this). Instead, he decided to be the spineless lil' shit he has always been, and waited- and then died. Oups.

And also that scene where he... uh... him and alicent... Alicent being like idk 20???? and him being 50 something??? Ew?

(babey x daemon is bewtiful tho I love your writing!!!!)

And yea, I GET that he had no choice- it was Alicent or 12 yo Laena, if I remember, but he has NYRA WHY MARRY AGAIN

and daemon is RIGHT otto is a scheming cunt

Anyways, your fics are WONDERFUL and I'm super hyped for chap 4 of my heart!!!!!!!!!!

HEY, NONNIE!

I have a pretty healthy disdain for Vissie T; I rib him a fuckload because I think he was a genuinely useless kinda guy. He spent his tenure as King being told what to do by his power-hungry sidekick Otto, and essentially fucked over the Realm through inaction. He dicked down his child-bride waaay too young, resulting in her reproductive system getting fucked to shit and her only being able to birth a single healthy daughter. He then proceeded to have her cut open in an attempt to save the son that died after just a day of life, completely disregarding his wife's agency and his love for her. He named Rhaenyra heir to spite his brother, gave her NO training to fulfil the role, and left her to the mercy of the Realm's opinion. He married a GIRL (Alicent) he didn't even love, r*ped her numerous times, and didn't give a shit about her OR the kids he forced on her, not even the sons he so 'desperately wanted'. He forced his daughter to marry a man who couldn't have children so as to save himself from having House Velaryon as an enemy (due to the fact that he refused to marry Laena, in itself a disgusting proposition but never mind). He failed to curb the rise of the Greens and the Blacks, he failed to protect Aemond, he failed to raise his sons into respectable men who would be loyal to his heir, he failed to uplift Rhaenyra's claim, and ultimately he created the Dance.

Do I think he's a horrible man, though? No, I don't. That he was weak and spineless and generally useless is something I won't deny. But for all his flaws, he loved Aemma; he loved Rhaenyra; and he loved Daemon. He was a fairly reasonable man, and one would never accuse him of being as volatile as other notable figures of House Targaryen. As a man, I think he would have been great. But he was placed in a position he should never have been handed, and the fact that he was so poorly prepared for his station spelled the beginning of the end for his family. I think so much of his inaction and hedging was ingrained into him by Jaehaerys; that fear of making an enemy of others drove him to make no attempts at proactivity during his reign, because he'd have been told time and time again of the dangers of a civil war within his House (i.e. Maegor). I hope this all makes sense? Like, I have a love-hate relationship with the guy. I hate his choices, but I can't help but feel sorry for him.

Oh, the age gaps in ASOIAF are soooo problematic. The age gap between Vissie and Alicent squicks me the fuck out.... she says, having written a fucking SEVENTEEN-YEAR GAP between Babey and Daemon. The key difference is, Daemon's fucking hot. Lol, no hate to Vissie T; but his prime seems like it was just before he married Alicent, so she got a rough deal. AND OTTO SUCKS I DO NOT LYYYYYKE HIM -

Thank you so much, nonnie! I am sorry I exploded all over this ask. Chapter 4 will be coming SOOOOOOOON!

[inthedayswhenlandswerefew]

Okay okay okay, I've got so much to say and I wanted to send it direct-to-you because writers don't get enough love on here and I will be the change I wanna see 😭😭😭

I just binged all of Comet Donati (so far) and want to say out the gate: not only do you have a fantastic grip on characterization, but on wordplay as well. The way you write manages to sound so casual and yet so clever at the same time, twists of words that had me going "oh!" Because how did I never think to word things like that??? It makes me feel dumb but in a really good, excited way (looking at u: describing the Missouri river as a snake with scales of silver moonlight 😭👀)

The flashbacks are so well done, cut into pieces in a way that feels dreamy and so intriguing, and I love the way it slowly builds more and more in relation to what's happening in the current day of the fic.

Which brings me back to characterisation, starting w Aegon: You have hands down one of the best interpretations of him I've ever seen??? He's so fucking vulnerable, so sweet, so charming, so kind, and yet at the same time you get the sense he's keeping everything at arms length. He's playful and loud and it prevents anyone from taking that vulnerability he has and doing something with it. He'll cross the entire city to pick a fistfight with his brother for you, and then disappear in a snap of fingers the moment it seems like a line might be crossed. That's him, that's the boy that stole my heart officer.

Baela and Rhaena ACTUALLY having personalities and agency in a fic??? Say it ain't fucking so 😭😭😭 I love them so much, and the key pieces of personality and Really interesting character design choices (the quote from Rhaenys on Baela, for example) and the fact that her conflict w Jace doesn't feel hammy or gimmicky? Using beautiful Aeg again- people have a tendency to turn their chosen character into a cardboard villain for the sake of pushing the story forward, and while he's clearly an asshole it doesn't feel like the shit that's done to Aegon where he's literally nothing else 😭😭😭

And of course, beautiful, troublesome Aemond. This living tragedy, I adore him even when I want to slap the sense into him. He's exactly like the Aemond we'd all expect, but you've managed to adapt him to a modern setting so so well, that he's the one that kept Luke along and that he fought so hard for him. I just love the humanity he has in this without losing the fact he's a pretentious bitch 😭😭😭

All in all thank you I love this fic, and I had a really surreal moment reading "Aemond x reader, Aegon x reader" and going "oooh, the Fic For Me" and then reading

KANSAS CITY, MISSOURI???

My ass cheeks gripped my chair istg, eyes rolled out, the sweat formed, actually literally the first time anyone has ever written a story here that I've seen

OK ily bye—🏃💨

BESTIE!!!!!!!!!! 😍😍 This was such an amazing surprise and it made me so wildly happy!! For the first 5ish chapters of a fic, it's always difficult for me to tell if it's really working and hitting the tone that I intended, so to see this just gives me so much reassurance that I'm doing an okay job with Comet. I love these characters and they certainly all feel real to me...but I think it's clear that I am at heart an Aegon girlie and I've never written a HOTD fic that didn't make people unwillingly fall at least a little bit in love with him. 😂 He's such a mess, but an unsuspectingly gentle and insightful one...? That's really all thanks to TGC, his vision for Aegon is the characterization I have always connected with. I cannot wait to show you what's in store for this deranged little boy band...so many things... 👀

I am thrilled that you enjoy the setting being (sort of, a little bit) Kansas City...I don't think I'm capable of writing an AU fic without having it anchored in a specific setting with ~vibez~ ...and also I've never been to Missouri before, but I've spent a LOT of time on Google Earth doing my research, so hopefully I've done it justice so far. 😁 I have a feeling...a spidey sense...that we might end up spending some significant time in Kansas City towards the end of the series...but first...many other far-flung destinations await... 👀

[aegons-queen-rhaella]

Ok I just read through your previous post to see what the other anon was talking about and yeah....you are aware there’s actual brown skinned girls playing these characters right? And your treatment of the characters have an effect on the people playing them and what you say matters?The other anon put their words bluntly but your repeating what other posters (more than likely team green) say about them and it’s giving that your repeating insulting and disparaging phrases that doesn’t make any sense because they do have little screentime but they did have set up for next season. I do agree that your not having any proper conversation about the show or the characters but what you’ve done is repeat what you’ve heard, which again sounds dumb because it’s wrong. Yes it’s true they need better writing, no it’s not true that they have no lines and no set up. Your obviously taking your dislike of Rhaenyra and Daemon out on Baela and Rhaena. If your rants about them revolve around them simply being on team black then no matter how amazing of characterization they get, you’ll always have a problem with them. Even if it makes sense, no one is switching teams and you know that. You said you call them by the wrong family name on purpose because of your preference, but you have no preference to call other characters by their mother’s maiden name? Those characters, especially Aegon has most of his arc and scenes with his mother but Baela and Rhaena don’t. Those girls have never been called Velaryon before the show came out it’s very weird that you really want to stick to that like you purposely want to do it to be a contrarian to that anon or just trying to be different I don’t know. I’m baffled why you think your responses are appropriate. Are you black? You seem to think only the characters played by white actors can be regarded properly. The anon was talking about something way above arguments for teams but your clearly misunderstanding why what you posted is promblematic. If your black the post is super odd and comes off like your seeking approval and disrespecting two characters played by young black women as your low hanging fruit. Definitely take a step back and learn when someone is speaking about fictional unimportant topics vs real life treatment of black characters from fans

What the fuck? I am a black woman. I know very well that B&R are not going to switch teams. I have read the book. I believe the show did not set them up enough. They didn't have enough character development to make them seem important enough.

This is not some hate black women and purposefully disrespect fictional characters because they are black. No. I love and care for bw and for yall weirdos to come in and say otherwise is weird.

I have talked about Daemon and Rhaenyra if you scroll down far enough you will find them. I am NOT taking my anger of R&D out on B&R because "they are easy targets" or whatever bullshit yall want to pull out your asses. That would be crazy

I'm talking about B&R because I LIKE the characters and wanted them to just a bit more set up. I don't know how this turned into a race thing.

That right there is fucking issue. Stop making everything about race.

I have a personal preference to call them by both names and if you're angry about it oh well. You are going to have to cope

[imperatorcaesaraugustus]

decided to give my thoughts on HotD 1x9 because why not (and some thoughts on the series generally since i've not done this for the other episodes)

the opening credits are fucking inscrutable. i'm a massive lore nerd who knows the family tree inside and out and i still can't identify anything in the opening except Jahaerys and Alysanne's bajillion kids.

Alicent and Otto competing over who can find Aegon and influence him first was an interesting choice. i do like that they aren't in lockstep but i feel like they're not different enough in their goals for their actions to make a ton of sense.

HotD is a show i am overall enjoying, but it has a tendency to include things that seem gratuitous and nonsensical when it comes to violence. in 1x1, it was the wanton, consequence-free murders going on at the tourney. in this episode, it was the children's fighting pit. like, why is this here?

"all women are made in the image of the mother" shut the fuck up Criston

the split between the Cargyle twins was handled well i feel

the show simultaneously seems to be saying that Otto has allowed Mysaria's spy network to exist because he makes use of them (as per Larys' accusation) and that he's not super familiar with them (the impression i got from Otto's meeting with Mysaria)

Aegon offering to pull a Laenor and fuck off to Essos was great

why is Rhaenys still in King's Landing? she came for the Velaryon dispute, as did Rhaenyra, so why is she still here when Rhaenyra has already left?

[also, side note about the source material, there are three successive kings who claim the throne despite a woman having a better claim: Jahaerys, Viserys, and Aegon II. the women they pass over are named Rhaena, Rhaenys, and Rhaenyra. because fuck you.]

that's a nice spider you're embroidering, Helaena. you continue to be my favorite.

Alicent is selling feet pics. the guy with the club foot is into feet, and Alicent is obliging him because her holier-than-thou persona comes second to the realities of what she thinks she must do to navigate court politics.

"he could have named me heir but he didn't because he didn't like me" that's tragic sir but to be fair you're not that likeable

so Alicent shows Aegon the dagger like it's some big reveal and i can't help but wonder: what is the significance of the dagger to the two of them? they don't know about the prophecy. do they think it's some important heirloom akin to Blackfyre? do they just think it's a dagger Viserys happened to own? whatever it is, that significance is clearly lost between now and GoT.

the High Septon annointed Aegon in the name of four gods. famously, the Faith of the Four is the dominant religion south of the neck.

surely there was a more convenient exit than through the goddamn floor.

the bloodshed that could have probably been avoided if Rhaenys had just killed the whole lot of the greens then and there is staggering. but i guess Daeron (who?) would have claimed the throne in that instance.

anyway i'm sure i'm already forgetting things but i've gone on long enough. overall solid episode, probably my second favorite so far behind 1x8.

[esther-dot]

1 Tbh I had forgotten abt that ask, lol. But I don't believe that Aegon is real in the books, bc of narrative reasons: if there's to be 3 contestants, and 2 of them know they have a claim, then the 3d must know too. But Jon knows nothing. So I don't put fAegon in the equation. There's far too much foreshadowing that Jon will be in KL, but not quite that he will be king of 6Ks. So he will reject the throne, and Bran comes in. But if J will have already abdicated from the North, it's repetition.

2 This is why I am not convinced that J will not be king. There's too much duty in his arc, and duty to love. What he does is driven by love. ADWD closes with Varys' search for the king who will do his duty to his people, and J fits the profile. The show didn't help either; they framed both Bran and Jon as kings in s1ep1. In the end, it's all abt them, the bastards and broken things. He won't be in the Watch, he'll be king, North or South, with Sansa as active queen.

(continuation of this convo)

I'm sorry! I'm so bad at responding to asks in a timely manner!

I always say I accept the show ending (if I remain heartbroken Mr Martin can't break my heart again, right? RIGHT???), but it doesn't make sense to me, so I love speculation for a more internally consistent resolution. You're right about the bastard and broken things line indicating the connection between Bran and Jon, and Jon being there to help Bran's instruction in justice...that does seem significant. Now I'm curious about what specific interplay there is between their chapters. If they're the kings in the end, it has to be there.

This meta by drifitng-snowflakes talks about why the show basically left out all the good Stark parts of the ending, and I think it makes a very convincing case for what will happen. And, the one-two of these post which indicates that the endpoints are presented in AGOT (link) and this post which highlights what those might be for the Starks...well, that's pretty convincing too.

I did think Jon would be King in the South because the king stuff is associated with his parentage, but there is so much about leadership I thought those hints weren't solely about his parentage, that he would be endgame king. In hindsight, it makes sense that Martin wouldn't give the crown to the secret prince. I think the quote that confirmed king Bran even had it listed as a WTF moment, so it’s meant to be a surprise. 

But, if Jon is to refuse the throne in the South, I think that would have the most impact if he wasn't already KitN, if he really was once again choosing to leave himself with nothing (because that's the pattern we begin in AGOT), and then QitN Sansa marries him, his story ends on receiving his long denied reward. 

That’s the way a normal story would be go, but that ignores the tangle of claims in the North, and it feels like parentage reveal is meant to fuck everything up for Jon, rather than make it smooth. I mean, the drama of finding out the KitN is a Targ! I was very surprised they didn't go that route in the show, but considering how a Jonsa wedding is the way they would resolve that political mess, maybe that’s why they didn’t go there. 

I worry that Martin's version of bittersweet is way more bitter than mine, that the show ending isn't as wrong as we hope, but damn it, do I hope!

[james-stark-the-writer]

So I just saw Game of Thrones S07...

... And what the actual fuck was this season????

Obviously, huge spoilers. Opinions are subjective but I'm pretty sure everyone is with me on these ones.

Anyway, so, the writing this season was particularly weak. There were a few good scenes but it was really noticeably bad (as in a big dive in quality from previous seasons) this season overall.

Personally, the conversations between characters, which are usually riveting and drive an entire season, were absolutely a slog to get through this season. They weren't terrible but they were noticeably getting worse and I was just fucking done by the third one.

As always, the cinematography, the visuals, the direction, pretty much everything else was on point. I especially loved when the slow version of the intro theme came on in episode 7.

It's just the writing was weak.

First off, my favorite moment this season:

Arya defeats Brienne. WOW. I DID NOT SEE THAT COMING AND HOLY FUCK I LOVE THAT SCENE SO MUCH.

And my second favorite scene this season:

"How do you answer these charges... Lord Baelish?"

Me when I heard Sansa say that:

Okay, so, Sansa was smart the first half and dropped back into her usual stupid stuff in the second half so I was starting to hate her again but fuck, we stan Sansa in this house again. Well, for the first time. We never liked her in the house before that moment. But, anyway, she's learning. Took her 7 fucking seasons but she's starting to learn at least.

And that brings me to the third favorite scene:

"I don't believe you." JAMIE YES. FUCKING FINALLY. YOU'VE COME TO YOUR SENSES. I DON'T KNOW HOW MUCH USE YOU'LL BE WITHOUT THE ARMY BUT FUCKING FINALLY.

And finally, my fourth favorite scene:

"'Dany?' Who was the last person that called me that?" Oh my lord, the whole season I was waiting for these two to be a thing finally. One pair I could actually stand.

Only to be absolutely fucking robbed with the next scene:

Bran and Samwell talk. Fuck this scene. Actually fuck this scene. No, fuck this scene.

WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH PEOPLE NAMED GEORGE AND MAKING THEIR SHIPS INCEST-Y?????????? FIRST IT WAS LUCAS WITH LUKE AND LEIA AND NOW IT'S MARTIN WITH AEGON AND DANY. ACTUALLY FUCK THIS SCENE. I HATE IT. I HATE IT ALMOST AS MUCH AS I HATE THE MAGICIANS S04 FINALE. ACTUALLY FUCK THIS.

Anyway,

Then there's some questions I'm left with:

Now that the dead have the third dragon, what the fuck does he breathe? Greek fire? Why the fuck is it blue? Is it even fire or is it ice? If it is ice, how the fuck did it take the wall down? If it's not ice and just plain fire, why is it blue? Is it any different from regular fire? What the fuck is happening there? I don't think a dragon breathing fire has ever left me with so many questions.

Anyway, then there's a few misc questions. Did they know Jon was Aegon from the beginning and shot that Sean Bean scene in s01 like HIMYM did with its finale or did they call Sean back for a scene? Viserys, or rather the actor who played him made a reappearance this season finale to show Rhaegar and Lyanna getting married. That was a cool touch, personally.

And now that Aegon and Dany are incest-y, is she going to give birth to human-dragon hybrids? Is that what's going to happen? Idk dude.

And what about Tyrion? What happens to him? And what about Euron and Cersei and the rest of the plot threads you started? The finale could have very well ended on 'His name is Aegon Targareyan'. The last few extra scenes kinda dulled the impact and I wasn't able to fully process the last few scenes because I was still reeling from the one plot twist before.

Fuck that, it wasn't even a plot twist. It was a motherfucking screw you to Dany and Jon shippers and a big fuck you to everyone.

Why, George? Why must you bring sadness into our lives?

As Marie Kondo would say, "This does not spark joy."

And 'this' here refers to George.

Because honestly what the fuck.

Good lord.

Well at least I don't have to wait a full year for s08. It's airing rn and it's 90 minutes an episode. And two are already out, so, yeah. Time to binge those I guess.

That's my thoughts on this season. S08, here I come.

@robert-hargreeves @death-over-coffee

[queen--kenobi]

Congrats on the Duke win!! 🥰💙🏀 Been very MIA lately, but I'm trying to get back in the swing of things. Playing some serious catch up. 😘 I know you've got an OC for HoT/HotD but tell me more!!

Welcome back!!!

Hell yeah!!! I didn't end up watching it because I had to get up way too early for work, but I'm happy with the results sfsgsh

Okay so this might get long, I hope you're okay with that. I have a shit ton of lore. Not even just for Elayna but for the Reynes. They're my OCs now

I've got two because they're stories are intertwined but not in a "we will always find each other way" (romantic) but in a "we will always find each other" (hateful) way

My main one is Elayna Reyne! She's the only daughter and third child of Lord Alon Reyne. She has one surviving older brother, Seban, and a younger brother, Ryman. Her other older brother, Reynard, died in a mine collapse that killed him and Seban's mom. Alon got remarried, so Elayna and Seban are half-siblings (or are they? Dun dun dun). Elayna is absolutely a Daddy's girl and Alon's favorite whoops

Alon gets really sick when she's a preteen, and Seban sends Elayna to be a Ward of the Lannisters. Now, Elayna doesn't necessarily like the Lannisters but it's not full on hate at this point. It's more like "oh. Them"

Enter Tymon Lannister

Tymon is a fuckhead to end all fuckheads. It's canon in a modern AU Tymon is the played lacrosse in high school (probably even competitively in college), khakis and a polo, legacy family at Harvard and Yale, "it's not pink it's Nantucket Red", "I'm a nice guy just give me a chance", top honors frat boy kind of guy

Anyway. Elayna gets warded to the Lannisters, and Tymon sees Elayna and is just like "She's mine. I'm gonna marry her some day, and she's gonna have my kids and be my wife. She was made for me." Elayna doesn't hate him at first, and even gets a tiny bit of a crush on him, because he is legitimately nice to her. It's just when she starts noticing how he treats literally everyone else she's just like "mmmmhhhmmmm. No." Unfortunately Tymon is the only Lannister that's been halfway decent with her, and when Tymon feels like Elayna is pulling away, he starts to get. Unpleasant

Eventually, Alon recovers. Alon asks Elayna is sent home if only for a few weeks because he's missed his daughter. The Lannisters let Elayna go back to Castamere. Alon takes one look at Elayna and realizes oh, she is miserable. It's been about 3 or 4 years of her with the Lannisters, and Elayna is clearly not doing well. Also Elayna ABSOLUTELY hates the Lannisters at this point and has decided her purpose in life is to bring that whole fucking family down to the ground

Alon, being a loving father and the GOAT, says fuck that and instead of sending Elayna back to Casterly Rock, sends Elayna to the Red Keep. Alon was at Court for a bit in his preteen and teenage years and was actually fairly decent friends with Viserys and had friendly rivalry going on with Daemon. Alon knows Viserys will find a place for Elayna, and he does. I'm leaning towards Elayna being one of Helaena's ladies in waiting, but I'm not sure

Elayna ends up befriending Helaena! She and Helaena end up very good friends. Elayna also meets Aemond and phew boy. Elayna falls hard and fast. Thankfully for her, Aemond does too. Unfortunately Aegon also kind of falls for Elayna. Yes Elayna has three of Alicent's children wrapped around her finger ssssshhhhh

Now. Remember how I mentioned Tymon has decided Elayna is his? Yeah, uh, he pops up at Court. He tries to claim it's so he can learn from Tyland blah blah blah, but it's blatantly obvious Tymon has no interest in that. Tymon is just there to persuade Elayna to "come home" and "come to her sense". And Tymon is a Lannister which means he's decided Elayna will be "back where she belongs, with who she belongs", and he will do anything to make that happen

I don't want to say too much more because I don't want to spoil what's coming. I will say this, though. Elayna's story is a tragedy because, ultimately, she is the reason the Reynes are massacred. Obviously she's not the inciting incident, but she sets everything up, if that makes sense? It's obviously not her intention but Elayna's actions ultimately doom future generations and her entire family/bloodline

Canon is not a happy story. I have a bunch of other AUs that are happy but. Canon is an absolute tragedy