#olivia plays dragon age

[thorinoakenbutt]

Do you think a Crow!Rook is going to meet Lucanis and be like 🧍🏻‍♂️ weren't you supposed to be dead lol

[notebooks-and-laptops]

Dragon age inquisition is an imperfect game specifically because I can't have my Lavellan continue to have ill advised post break up sex with Sera

[navree]

no longer gonna have to see against my will absolutely dogshit dragon show takes that are the absolute pits of misogyny, racism, homophobia, classism, and inability to celebrate fact from fiction for at least two more years now

[sansacherie]

i get that we can get attached to certain visions of how characters look in our heads, but it’s so painfully obvious to me why this particular person on twitter is still salty over olivia cooke’s casting and apparently still complaining about it months later.

they argue that it’s about casting more approriately age-wise... and yet the actress they chose for alicent of the dance era is almost a decade older than f&b’s age of 40-41.  

olivia and emily’s casting has also been praised because of the resemblance between them, and to olivia’s resemblance to tom who plays her son.  this actress looks nothing like them.  her eyes are blue, lol.  its just very obvious to me that they chose this particular actress because while she's absolutely not ugly,  let's be real alicent has never been described as plain and (in their minds) this actress is the plainest possible they can get away.  

I don't care if someone calls me shallow for this (imo there's a big difference between having a person, private opinion versus bullying someone) because this same person thinks emma is just fine as older rhaenyra, despite the fact that rhaenyra is plus-size. (so is helaena, viserys, and aegon for that matter)

like bro it’s so weird that they’re upset over an objectively good-looking woman being cast to play... a character that was described as good-looking. 

[omniblades-and-stars]

Olivia's totally not heartbreaking Fade adventure starts today.

[stromuprisahat]

In 111 AC, a great tourney was held at King’s Landing on the fifth anniversary of the king’s marriage to Queen Alicent. At the opening feast, the queen wore a green gown, whilst the princess dressed dramatically in Targaryen red and black. Note was taken, and thereafter it became the custom to refer to “greens” and “blacks” when talking of the queen’s party and the party of the princess, respectively.

The Rogue Prince, or, A King’s Brother & Fire and Blood (George R. R. Martin)

Once again, take note of the age. Rhaenyra's 14 y/o "dressed dramatically in Targaryen red and black"- an Heir on the cusp of womanhood, a year away from eligibility to ascension. Probably conscious enough of her position and duties to make it into a statement- SHE is the future of Targaryen rule. It even sounds like an action of a clever, yet properly dramatic youth.

And if we go with the show's canon- green being the colour of distress fire in Oldtown- Alicent decided it's time to gather allies to get rid of Nyra.

This isn't some poor teen mother desperately trying to protect her children, because her father told her she has no other choice. This is an adult woman, deciding she's got enough of that teen brat, who's in the way of her plans for her son.

[lelianaslefthand]

all the blorbos from my dragon game that i havent really shared. well i have shared gabe now but he’s still new

[huramuna]

stoatfaced, dragonhearted - oneshot.

dark, mean prince regent aemond x wife reader

for my 200 followers poll, i've actually had this one cooking for a while so i'm happy this option won! this is absolutely filthy, i'm sorry in advance.

word count: 2.4k

i don't do taglists any more unfortunately, its mostly because i never remember and then feel bad about it so i've made a second blog just for reblogging my fics! @huramuna-fics -- follow & turn on notifications for just my fic postings!

content: slight dub-con, smut (specifics below cut), angst, mean aemond, toxic relationship, like in no way is this healthy, good god, smut with little plot, reader is described being from riverlands w/ auburn hair and brown eyes, no use of y/n, not beta read, i literally went into a haze writing this there are probably mistakes

tonight you belong to me - patience & prudence • vampire - olivia rodrigo

warnings: p in v, choking, breath play, dom/sub, degradation, creampie, cockwarming, orgasm denial, breeding, aemond is so mean here thats its own damn warning

Aemond knew what he wanted and the sacrifices that needed to be made to get such things. He wanted a dragon, it took an eye to get it. He wanted the Conqueror’s crown, it took his brother being burnt to get it. He wanted a legacy that would surpass his lifetime, etched into the very being of Westeros itself. The sacrifice needed for this would be to chain himself to a woman he likely wouldn’t be interested in.

That is where you came in. 

You were sweet, he supposed. Sweet in a way that made his teeth ache. Sweet in a way akin to a mouse and how it looked up at the cat just before his jaws snapped around the mouse’s head. 

He didn’t need to like you. Many marriages were forged in dislike or just plain indifference, set to a mutual goal. He supposed your mutual goal was children. All he needed was to use you as a vessel, a womb for his seed to take hold. 

You poor thing, you didn’t really understand that he didn’t truly care for you. You were nice enough looking, of course– hair that reminded him of autumn leaves, always styled in some intricate style with half a hundred braids, dozens of pins and decorative pearls. You reminded Aemond of a stoat, dark eyes against muted auburn fur, lips always pursed, sniffing the air in search for hounds on your tail. You certainly were a skittish, jittery little thing.

The marriage was a quick affair, done at the Sept two days after Aemond wore the Conqueror’s crown for the first time. You weren't a part of some major house, all of the major houses were too close, too greedy, their breaths hot against his neck as they shoved their wedable daughters at him. The last thing he wished for was to be indebted to some trivial lord who thought his name elevated him to the same stratosphere as Aemond– a paltry lady of some low house bred in the Riverlands would do just fine, he expected his Valyrian seed to dominate any of their week genes anyhow.

He had met you once before, many years ago before he lost his eye. When he was forced to tag along on some meager diplomacy meeting with his grandsire– he remembers it as being forced, but in reality, he wished to attend. What else was a second son with no dragon to do? – and you had been there, hiding behind your father’s trousers. You had been wearing a blue dress, he remembered this distinctly, as it stood out against the ruby red of the apple you had offered him. 

Aemond had tried to speak with you, but you only communicated in nods and soft noises– something you only partially grew out of. He never understood why he remembered this girl, as you were insignificant in the seas of faces he’s met over his life. Mayhaps it was your quiet nature that he remembered, something that, now at his age and state of mind, struck him as malleable, easy to mold into what he needed you to be. 

And so it shall be. 

–

It was about two and a half moons after your marriage, he returned from a late council meeting. Rubbing his eye, feeling the familiar thrum of pain right behind the socket, he was already in a particularly sour mood. The council meeting had gone south, ending in most of the lords bickering over one another like children. 

It irritated Aemond to no end, the strain of an oncoming headache ever looming. He still struggled with intense pain from his eye, or rather, his socket and severed nerves. The pain was debilitating at times and if anyone dared to test his patience when it was particularly bad, he would snap at them like a cornered animal, no matter who it was. 

Raising his head, he noticed the hearth was still going strong, multiple candles still lit in the solar, despite it being late at night. The now familiar crop of auburn hair was peeking from behind the couch— his wife was usually never up this late. 

“Why are you still awake, wife?” he asked as he took off his gloves, clenching and unclenching his fists. 

“… reading. I was waiting for you.” you murmured in your usual hushed tone, the sound of your book closing was louder than your voice. 

“I told you not to do that. It’s unnecessary.” he grunted in response, undoing the latches of his leather doublet. 

“I-I don’t mind it… I just sleep a bit easier…” you continued, no doubt twiddling the end of your braid between your fingers— an anxious habit.

“You need proper rest. I won’t have my wife looking like a sleepless, sloven mess,” Aemond chastised, discarding his shirt. “Now, what are you reading?” he was becoming increasingly irritated with you, feeling as if he had to force you to take care of yourself and unlatch you like a leech from him. When you looked upon him with your wide eyes filled with uncertainty and fear, he felt the overwhelming urge to wrap his fingers around your throat and squeeze until you passed out or mayhaps went limp, like a doll.

“Oh,” you slid the book towards him on the side table, it was a book on the history of Old Valyria and its language, usually used for children to begin speaking it. “Nyke j-jaelagon… naejot ēdrugon… va ao.” I wish to sleep next to you. 

Aemond’s brow furrowed. “What use do you have to learn High Valyrian, wife? Issa dōna ābrazȳrys mijegon nykeā notion isse zȳhon bartos, wanting naejot gūrēñagon mirros ziry daor.” My sweet wife without a thought in her head, wanting to learn something she cannot. 

You reached for the book, your comprehension not skilled enough yet to pull what Aemond was saying to you. Before you could grab it, he slammed his hand down on the book, effectively snatching it from your grasp. You pouted her bottom lip. “I want to learn… mayhaps it might bring us closer together.” 

Aemond scoffed, the sound sending a sting of pain right into the core of your chest. “We are as close as we need to be, little one. We are married in the eyes of Gods and men and we fulfill our marital duty by trying to produce heirs, hm?” He placed the book back on the shelf. “This nonsense of wanting to be closer is moot. I won’t hear of it anymore.” 

A glaze of sorrow flashed through your eyes before you got up from the couch, tightening the housecoat around your shoulders. 

“Come to bed,” he said, moreso as a command than a suggestion. “I know you are cold, ābrazȳrys.” Wife. 

You made a small noise of discernment, crawling into bed after him. 

He looped his arms around you, pressing you to his bare chest. He radiated heat like a furnace and was quick to warm you up– you were always so cold, he noted. He surely hoped that your children together would inherit his fiery blood and not the weak-willed, uninsulated Andal blood you possessed.

Aemond bounced from being indifferent to you, paying you no more mind than a maid or a whore, to needing you, every part of you. He didn’t see you as a person, moreso an extension of himself, latched onto his body until he consumed you entirely, your bones fusing together as one. To him, you were a doll or plaything to entertain him, testing the mettle of your will, to see if you were of poor craftsmanship and would break. He had always broken his toys as a child.

You could tell by the rhythm of his breathing, he wasn’t going to sleep just yet– you’d become very attuned to his moods, his small intakes of air against your neck causing your skin to prickle into goosebumps. His lips ghosted over your throat, one of his arms coming up to wrap near the base of your windpipe, not yet applying pressure, but the threat was there. 

No, it wasn’t so much as a threat than it was a promise– he quite liked applying pressure to your airways when you coupled, his lone violet eye centered intently on yours as they went from wide to half-lidded, soft whimpers of pleading to stop, sometimes for more, more. He relished in holding your very life in his hands and you let him. 

“Mayhaps I should get you a collar, wife,” he hummed, his voice husky and deep, reverberating deep within your chest as your heart pounded. “But I think you like my hands much better, don’t you?” 

“Y-yes,” you breathed, the small swallowing bob of your throat felt against the palm of his hand, causing him to grin. “... I fancy them– on my tender neck… between my legs…” you responded, feeling slightly bold at the notion you put forth. The heat of his body permeated your skin, warming your core into an ever familiar feeling.

Aemond all but growled at your comment, positioning the both of you to where you were laying with your back upon him, as if you were lazing upon him like a chair. “Feeling courageous tonight, are we? No matter, my dear, you will break all the same,” his mouth pressed to the shell of your ear, teeth nipping at your lobe. “Like every night before, and every night to come– your life is in my hands,” he enunciated this with a squeeze to your neck, eliciting a small mewl from you. “Is it not? Say it.”

“M-my life– belongs to you, husband,” you managed to squeak out.

“Not husband, not now. You know the rules.”

“M-my king, your grace,” you rephrased quickly.

He clicked his tongue in slight admonishment. “A bit slow on the take tonight, little one,” Aemond muttered, slotting his leg between yours and kicking your thighs apart. “Keep them open.” his voice was dripping with something between venom and sticky sweet honey. He felt akin to a God every time he was in the sky, every time he sat the throne with the crown on his head, and every time he rested his hand on your pretty little throat as he sheathed himself to the hilt inside of you so easily, so free of resistance. “So slick for me, just from the smallest of chokes– fucking whore.” he hissed, starting a slow, deliberate pace as his hips met against your bottom. The pair of you were like two threads, intertwined with his legs pretzeling around yours, keeping you spread open. 

Your breath hitched in your throat as he continued to bully that sensitive, spongy spot within you– but you craved so much more, feeling waves of heat emanate from your sensitive bud as it screamed at your brain, begging to be touched. You made the critical error, thinking your husband was too focused on his own pleasure to notice you going for your own, as your hand slowly descended between your legs, rubbing small circles upon your pearl.

How wrong you were.

His arm came up further, his bicep pressing to the bottom of your chin, his free palm slapping your hand away from yourself. “Are you truly fucking stupid tonight, wife?” he spat, stilling his thrusts. “When did I say you could touch yourself? Have I fucked you stupid already?” Aemond huffed in frustration. “My poor, dumb wife– you cannot do anything right, can you?” he slid you off of him, then flipped over to loom atop you, taking both of your hands within one of his, his large hand encapsulating your wrists with ease, trapping them above your head. 

You sniffed, tears welling at your lash line, threatening to spill– not just from his downright mean admonishments, but from your stolen gluttony, your pleasure stolen so close to the precipice. “‘M sorry, your grace,” you cried, “Forgive me.”

“You’re lucky you have such a sweet cunt,” Aemond mused, his immodest and downright sinful language going straight to your core as he nestled inside of you once more, menacing atop you like a darkening cloud. “I forgive you– and will even pleasure you. That’s what you want, isn’t it? To come?”

You nodded fervently, your lamenting tears spilling over and running down your cheeks.

“I’m feeling quite generous, then– I’ll let you. If you beg me.”

“P-please–” you blubbered, “Please let me come, my king.”

A sickly smirk came over his face once more as he pushed forward again, not bothering with the slow and meticulous pace he had before. His hips slammed into yours as he surged into you, as if you were nothing more than a cocksleeve for his pleasure. And yet, and yet– his hand didn’t move to the apex of your legs, chasing his own high before he would give into yours.

“Aemond, please, please– please touch me, f-fuck, your grace– my k-king, please!” you were all but wailing now, half in ecstasy and half in pure beseechment, pleading for just some semblance of the lecherous, stimulating and lewd sensation that only he could give you.

He took mercy on you, the pad of his thumb zeroing in on your leaking folds, giving your clit a cheeky pinch. It was a delightful pain– that was what being with Aemond was, what it came down to. Every waking moment with him was thrilling, sublime, agonizing, unending torture– and you fucking loved it. 

Your mouth hung open, you were sobbing freely now, your lips quirked into a euphoric and maddened smile. “Thank you, tha-nk you, t-thank you, I love you, I love you,” you gasped, your lungs ballooning with air as you begged him further, “P-please, around my neck–” 

Something animalistic came out of Aemond at your request, his hand draping around your throat like a necklace. “My sweet, dumb wife– you don’t know what to do unless I tell you, unless I let you, unless I guide you to your release, hm?” he prostrated each word with a deep thrust. The combination of his ministrations on your bundle of nerves, the head of his cock callously beating into your sweet spot, and the squeeze of his hand around your neck– it was enough. 

With a garbled string of words, prayers, denotes of love, pronouncements of his prowess, his titles, his name– the coil inside of you snapped, lighting every nerve you had in your body on fire. You saw stars as your climax wracked through you like a tempest, the absolute vice grip of your core sending Aemond into his own completion, his seed painting your walls and then some.

In your fucked-out delirium, you thought you might’ve heard him say something– you didn’t decipher it until later when you were half asleep, his softened member still lodged inside of you somehow as he curled you into his chest.

“My love, my wife– I love you.”

[hotdaemondtargaryen]

TOM GLYNN-CARNEY INTERVIEWED BY VANITY FAIR MAGAZINE.

KING AEGON COULD BE A VERY ONE-NOTE VILLAIN CHARACTER, BUT IN YOUR HANDS IS NOT. HOW DID YOU APPROACH CALIBRATING AEGON?

"I think anybody who has the darker side to them as the more prominent side — the side that people see first —there’s always a reason for that."

"I dug into that and found a lot of his boyish vulnerability, insecurities, and self-hatred — stuff that he’d been drip-fed his entire life."

"He wasn’t even a spare, you know? He was just completely ignored."

"He was invisible to most people, which is why he behaved in such a way — to numb himself."

But also to say: "Hey, I’m here as well."

"Any attention was good attention for Aegon."

"I find him less of a villain and more of a tragic case."

CAN YOU TALK A LITTLE BIT ABOUT WHY AEGON DECIDED TO FLY TO ROOK'S REST AT ALL?

"It was that moment — well, it’s an accumulation of moments — but that one in particular where Alicent says, 'Do exactly what is required of you: nothing'."

"That was the final dagger in the heart."

"A real cold reminder that he really is seen as being useless."

"A pawn for Alicent and Otto [Rhys Ifans] to use as a puppet."

"But at the end of the day, the law of the land states that he’s the monarch."

"He’s the king."

"He’s the person to call the shots."

"And no one’s gonna fucking stop him from getting on that dragon if he wants to."

"So he got absolutely obliterated drunk and thought, I’m gonna show them."

WHAT WAS YOUR EXPERIENCE LIKE SHOOTING THE BIG DRAGON FIGHT SCENE?

"Cool, man."

"It’s kind of a little boy’s dream."

"It’s just something that you think of when you’re a child as being the coolest thing in the world."

"And it really was."

"They basically build a screen around you so you know where to look: what’s expected, what’s coming at you, what’s leaving you."

"Your entire perspective is quite clear."

"And then amongst that, you’re clad in all this armor that has been expertly crafted by some amazing workmanship."

"But then again, you’re crouched over this big saddle, strapped in, feeling like you can’t move."

"That crane has really got a lot of work to do to make it look like you’re moving."

AT THE BEGINNING OF THE SEASON, AEGON SAYS THAT AEMOND IS HIS CLOSEST CONFIDANT, AND BY EPISODE FOUR, AEMOND HAS BASICALLY TRIED TO KILL HIM. WHERE DO THEY STAND NOW? AND WHAT'S YOUR RELATIONSHIP WITH EWAN MITCHELL, WHO PLAYS AEMOND?

"Oh, Aegon and Aemond’s relationship is very different to Tom and Ewan’s relationship."

"Let’s put that out there." [laughs]

"Look, that is sibling rivalry on a very intense scale, isn’t it? It’s the flip of the switch that can happen when somebody feels pushed out or somebody feels like there’s been injustice."

"I always felt like Aemond saw himself being in that position of power and dealing with it better than Aegon would deal with it."

"But then again, his birth certificate states otherwise."

"It was bound to happen at some point, wasn’t it?"

WAS THERE A PARTICULAR SCENE THAT YOU FELT EXTRA CHALLENGED BY OR INVIGORATED BY?

"He’s never in the same frame of mind twice in one day."

"He’s all over the place."

"Keeping up with his erratic mood swings was the hard part, and was this thing that I was having to stay really focused on."

"There wasn’t particularly one scene that I thought, Oh God, not this one, because all of them are challenging in different ways."

"Even the ones where he’s still and more focused are difficult, because you’ve got that sort of inner Aegon rhythm that is rapid."

"It’s very different to mine."

"It’s maintaining that, but still keeping the tension of the scene."

"I relished the opportunity to play someone with such range and creative potential from an acting point of view."

OLIVIA COOKE, WHO PLAYS ALICENT, HAS NOTED THAT YOU TWO ARE NOT VERY FAR APART IN AGE AT ALL, AND YET ARE PLAYING MOTHER AND SON. HOW DID YOU GUYS WORK TOGETHER TO CREATE THAT FILIAL DYNAMIC?

"Every scene that I’ve had with Olivia, there is never a moment that isn’t filled."

"Everything is just so complex and deeply entrenched in her."

"She means everything she says."

"It’s a rare skill to have."

"As an actor, she has that in truckloads."

"It’s a gift to be able to work with her, to play her son."

"Yeah, [it’s] hilarious."

"She’s only a year older than me."

"I think we manage it because we get on so well."

"We’re pals as well, you know."

"I love Olivia to bits."

"Trust her wholeheartedly."

"We have a laugh. We don’t take it too seriously."

"We have common ground on that."

"But then in the moments where the work is happening, it’s all we care about."

"We care immensely."

"It’s one of those things where in the downtime, after we wrap, we can go for a drink."

"We can have a laugh."

"We connect on a personal level as well as a professional level."

"I think that’s what sort of breeds a healthy and believable performance thing relationship-wise."

THERE'S AN AMUSING SCENE WHERE AEGON IS SITTING AROUND WITH THE LADS AND TALKING ABOUT WHAT HIS SOBRIQUET SHOULD BE. SHOULD HE BE 'AEGON THE BRAVE,' 'AEGON THE WHATEVER,' ETC. WHAT DO YOU THINK HE SHOULD BE CALLED?

"Aegon Toast, probably."

[thephantomcasebook]

Your posts about Olivia Cooke really opened my eyes, I went on a deep dive to see some stuff. and seeing her talk about alicent and everything it just seems like she's talking out of her ass. I read the other day about Sara Hess talking about a convo with her and Cooke speaking about how Olivia has her own "head canons" for alicent and rhaenrya.

Like just about how alicents mother found out that young alicent and rhaenrya were kissing and making out? That just rubbed me the wrong way. Like two girls kissing I don't give a shit? Love who you want but when your a grown woman, in your thirties talking about children making out? That's disgusting the way she plan out says that. I was wondering your other opinions on that whole mess she's got going on.

Look ...

I've said my piece about Olivia Cooke over the years. I think she's a really good actress. I just watched "The Secret of Crickley Hall" and I liked it quite a bit, and I got really attached to Nancy because Cooke was so good. I've liked her since "Bates Motel" and knew even before trying House of the Dragon Season 1 that I was probably going to like her as Alicent - though I was already predisposed because I already liked both Alicent and Criston as characters before the show. She has this uncanny ability to make you attached, strongly, to the characters she plays.

When she's on screen you can't help but love her.

In the end, my problem is not personal to Olivia Cooke, it to actors and Actresses in general, especially toward actors and actresses of a certain age group - mostly late millennial people. I think they're vapid, empty headed, morons, who say creepy and weird shit, cause, they're surrounded by creepy weird people and caught up in social bubbles that don't exist in reality.

Cooke is just one actress among many of our generation who lack empathy and believe less in inhabiting a character and their life and more stripping the character so that they can feel more comfortable in their skin by making them more like the actor/actress. It's naked narcissism, the easiest to spot from anyone who knows how to analyze personalities and performances. And while Olivia Cooke is very - VERY - good playing Alicent, she'll never get past herself, because, Cooke wants to play Alicent the way Cooke wants rather than how Alicent should be played as an established character.

Cooke's naked misandry and bullshit angry bimbo feminism got in the way of Alicent being played consistently.

Alicent should not be angry with the people around her, she should not be hitting and yelling at the people close to her. Criston Cole is her closest and most trusted friend, confidant, and partner in all things - more so than Rhaenyra ever was. When Criston Cole was named Hand of the King, Alicent should not be berating or trying to humiliate Criston cause he took her daddy's job. When Criston got named Hand of the King, it should've been played that Criston AND Alicent got named Hand of the King because they're partners and they do everything together. Criston was Alicent's in to regaining power because there's no one who knows Criston better and who Criston trusts more than Alicent. Any writer would've written with the actor's full support that Alicent would be living in Criston's lap, co-ruling and plotting with him. Not berating him and throwing childish temper tantrums.

It shouldn't have been Otto and Alicent trying to control Aegon and the Green Council. It should've been Otto versus Alicent and Criston in a power struggle as it was in the book. When Aemond and Criston were plotting in Aemon's apartments, Alicent should've been in the room with them. The Crownland Campaign should've been Aemond, Criston, and Alicent's brainchild together ... as it was in the book.

Now, you might say that this is a writing a problem. And it is to a large extant. But Olivia Cooke is not exempt from blame. The actors - because of the strike - had a lot more say in the development of the characters this season - which is big mistake. And while some actors had great instincts, such as Matt Smith and Tom Glynn-Carney. Olivia Cooke chose and championed to play the angry and embittered - Alicent hates all these warmongering men - angle. Several actors spoke up to fix their characters and pushed back against the writing to make their characters better - Tom Glynn-Carney being the golden example. But Olivia Cooke did not, in fact she made Alicent worse.

This is because Cooke relishes in Misandrists power fantasies in which she gets her rocks off belittling and dismissing men. She has made no secret about it, and has run her mouth more than once about it in interviews for not just House of the Dragon but other projects in the past.

There was even a scene that Sara Hess wrote about Alicent dismissing Criston before the dinner 1x08 with a cold and snotty attitude like he was a dog. And it was cut because GRRM and another producer felt that it was incredibly disrespectful to Criston's character and was completely out of character for Alicent to ever treat Criston Cole that way. But Cooke later came out and said that she was really annoyed they cut it and spoke candidly about enjoying treating men that way. She also spent a lot of time in Season 1 at premieres bashing men as a whole, to a nauseating, unfunny, degree.

With that context, and other examples of the like, the assassination of Alicent as a character in Season 2, really starts to take shape. Yes, a lot of it was Sara Hess with Condal's dumb ass never saying no. But a lot of the path leading to Alicent betraying Criston and her sons comes from Olivia Cooke's misandrist bimbo feminism.

Any actor, in their right mind, would immediately push back and argue how dumb and out of nowhere Alicent's betrayal comes from. Any actor would know their character and the source material enough to say "Yeah, there's no way Alicent would do that to her sons, her brother, and the man she's loved since she was 14-years-old". Other actors on this fucking show pushed back and fought to keep uncharacteristic writing from ruining their characters - Tom Glynn-Carney gate kept Aegon fiercely behind the scenes.

The reason that Cooke didn't push back or tried to maintain Alicent's character is because the idea of Alicent betraying her family to join Rhaenyra is something that Cooke wants and agrees with politically. She did it for the ops, not for the character. Cooke got a hard-on at the idea of betraying men to join team girl-boss, "cause Like Girl Power and shit!" and not once did she give a flying fuck about the integrity of the character she was playing. Because, fuck it, she's on team feminism!

Like I said, my issues with Olivia Cooke is not personal, she is a symptom of a narcissistic rot of the profession in general in which actresses no longer play a character but play out wish fulfillment and power fantasies, and if a character is "Problematic" than they change them to suit their personal preferences.

Cooke could and would play a flawless Alicent if she was kept in line by an iron fist of a competent and experienced showrunner and producer that would curb her selfish bad habits and demand a little more professionalism from her.

[thorinoakenbutt]

I'm still really fucking sad/mad that they fired Mary Kirby but I think it's funny that she's started showing up in people's comments on Twitter trying to peddle Lucanis

"He's a trashfire, a disaster bisexual, I can't wait for you to hear his VA" ma'am, I was already sold on him but now I know he's exactly my type 🫡

[hyunpic]

list of songs hyunjin has played on his lives/recommended:

note: im probably missing some & i couldn’t put links to all of them cause apparently tumblr has a link limit 🤨

lauv: julia, lonely eyes, invisible things, paris in the rain, never not, im so tired, the story never ends, i like me better

offonff: photograph, cigarette (ft. miso & tablo), dance, bath

beyoncé: crazy in love (remix)

billie eilish: i love you, &burn, idontwannabeyouanymore, ocean eyes, before i go, tv

honne: day1, la la la that’s how it goes

christina perri: a thousand years

shawn mendes: mercy, treat you better, in my blood

dvwn: phobia

dpr live: jam & butterfly

jehwi: dear moon

leehi: rose

bts: dna, waste it on me, make it right

colde: where love begins, string (ft. sunwoojunga), the museum, wa-r-r, your dog loves you (ft. crush), control me, a song nobody knows, im in love

got7: miracle, hard carry

justin bieber: lonely

josef salvat: call on me

taemin: criminal

night off: sleep

sam kim: make up (ft. crush), like a fool, sunny days summer nights

niki: lowkey

iu: the visitor, lullaby, knees, love poem, give you my heart, my sea

cha ni: starlight

sia: snowman

akmu: happening

sunwoojunga: run with me

the black skirts: everything

korea cracker: ocean (ft. hoyeon kim)

cosmic boy: can i love?

penomeco: no.5 (ft. crush)

yerin baek: blooming memories, limit

10cm: so…., however

day6: i’ll try, love me or leave me, when you love someone, you were beautiful, congratulations, zombie, days gone by, afraid

dean: d (half moon), instagram, what 2 do, bonnie & clyde

exo: first snow, the eve, love shot

sam fischer: this city

jukjae: do you want to walk with me?, lullaby

ph-1: nerdy love (ft. yerin baek), as i told you

baekhyun: love again, un village

amine: blackjack

young k: come as you are, guard you

flume: say it (ft. tove lo)

twice: dance the night away, fancy

ariana grande: thank u, next

hajin: we all lie

about: it has to be you

caroline says: winter is cold

h.e.r: u, wait for it

bol4: to my youth

monday kiz: winter is as i wished

paul kim: the road, additional

sweden laundry: the winter

jung seung hwan: in that winter

chungha: gotta go

zion.t: no make up, snow

airman: gloomy star, i’ll be your spring (ft. j_ust)

motte: dont run away

seventeen: a-teen, super

khalid: location

lukas graham: 7 years

imagine dragons: believer

bo kyung kim: dont think you are alone

jung ilhoon: spoiler (ft. babylon)

davichi: falling in love, 이 사랑

coldplay: everglow, viva la vida

lyn: my destiny

jus2: focus on me, long black, senses (jpn version)

crush: beautiful, you and i

ed sheeran: lego house, perfect, photograph, beautiful people

croosh: why

20 years of age: x

tori kelly: paper hearts

seulgi: always

luna: do you love me? (ft. george)

wisue: someone’s shining

epik high: eternal sunshine

jp saxe: if the world was ending

seori: fairy tale

bruno mars: marry you

the weeknd: earned it, die for you

jung seunghwan: its raining, an ordinary day, dear

sam tinnesz: play with fire

post malone: motley crew

jihyo: stardust love song

kim feel: your voice

sung sikyung: solar system, heejae

younha: stardust

wonpil: a journey

taeyeon: invu, some nights, toddler, drawing our moments

nct dream: boom

ha hyunsang: 3108

huhgak: memory of your scent

se so neon: nan chun, a long dream, midnight train, stranger

umi: remember me

tvxq!: mirotic

johnny balik: honey

red velvet: psycho

new jeans: hype boy

christian kuria: losing you

cigarettes after sex: k. , each time you fall in love, sunsetz, apocalypse

dpr ian: nerves, no blueberries, 1 shot

samm henshaw: broke

woodz: drowning

kelly clarkson: underneath the tree

kimmuseum: to you who cant sleep

taylor swift: betty

lana del rey: young and beautiful

harry styles: watermelon sugar, she

pink sweat$: honesty

masego: tadow

olivia rodrigo: vampire

troye sivan: youth, for him

kai: mmmh

2pm: my house

oasis: wonderwall, hey now

mac miller: that’s on me, everybody

nothing but thieves: amsterdam

bren joy: sweet

back number: i love you

mac ayres: next to you, roses

daniel caesar: blessed, ocho rios, get you (ft. kali uchis), take me away (ft. syd), do you like me?, disillusioned

green day: dilemma

puma blue: already falling

bruno major: nothing, easily, places we won’t walk, the most beautiful thing, old soul

[spritesitrus]

The Koopalings. Uh. Describe them. What are their exact personalities and dynamics? (In your AU?)

You just activated my trap card of never getting me to shut up

I'll also go ahead and just add their bios here

Ludwig

Name: Ludwig Von Koopa Age: 27 Height: 5’9 Species: Dragon Koopa Gender: Cis Male (He/Him) Orientation: Gay

A very proud and egotistical individual. He likes to be very dramatic and is a huge show-off.

A perfectionist to an unhealthy degree. He's very cautious and doesn't let himself relax and he can get really cranky because of this (though he's always cranky).

Extremely cunning within social situations, knowing how to navigate through them to further meet his goals and get what he wants.

He's not one to ever get emotional or talk about feelings and needs to be literally dying before he'll open up but he's getting better at doing this now.

Lemmy

Name: Lemmy Koopa Age: 26 Height: 4’8 Species: Dragon Koopa/Koopa Troopa Gender: Trans Male (He/Him) Orientation: Straight

He's much more friendlier than his siblings and more willing to hear people out to not fight if the situation calls for it.

Likes to be goofy and joke around to cheer people up and good at making people feel comfortable around him.

He's more likely to put others above himself and forgets to care about his well-being at times.

Becomes quite scary whenever he gets serious. It gets people get kind of whiplashed since he's always so cheerful.

Morton

Name: Morton Koopa Jr. Age: 25 Height: 6’1 Species: Dragon Koopa Gender: Cis Male (He/Him) Orientation: Ace

Quite grumpy and likes having his space to himself.

He is very prideful in his strength and becomes very confident whenever he's up against his enemies. 

Very reasonable and a patient person. It takes quite a lot to actually get him truly upset with you. Though he's not someone who sugarcoats things and will tell you like it is when you need to hear it (even if the person doesn't like what he says).

He usually doesn't talk much if he doesn't have to but if you mention something he has an interest in, he almost becomes like a different person.

Roy

Name: Roy Koopa Age: 25 Height: 6’1 Species: Dragon Koopa Gender: Cis Male (He/Him) Orientation: Gay

Boisterous and confident. He knows he's the coolest guy in the room and not much can bring him down

He's very impulsive when making decisions and will usually act first, then think later. 

He's more cunning than he looks and is really good at bluffing his way through things. Can get away with a lot of things due to his natural charm.

He's actually someone who can be moved to tears very easily. He's still going to try to act cool, but he'll just be crying while doing so.

Iggy

Name: Iggy Koopa Age: 22 Height: 6’5 Species: Dragon Koopa Gender: Agender (any pronouns) Orientation: Ace

Wacky and very laidback.

He likes joking with people and provoking them a lot which gets him into big trouble if he's not careful. He could just be a complete bastard at times.

Sometimes he's off putting because of these traits/his appearance and plays it up just to see what happens but he's actually pretty chill once you get to know him.

He's actually very observant in people's mannerisms, it does not mean he can navigate a conversation.

Wendy

Name: Wendy Olivia Koopa Age: 18 Height: 5’6 Species: Dragon Koopa/Magikoopa Gender: Cis Female (she/her) Orientation: Bi

While she seems intimidating, she's actually much nicer than she seems and has a very big heart.

She's quite easy to anger and can become pretty huffy when she's upset.

She's not one to back down quietly and is blunt with her words. She always has a comeback for everything.

Very upfront and honest about how she feels and doesn't like to beat around the bush when trying to get the message across.

Larry

Name: Larry Koopa Age: 16 Height: 5’9 Species: Dragon Koopa Gender: Nonbinary (He/They) Orientation: Pan

Chiller than the rest of the gang and has since accepted that he's the "normal one" out of his siblings.

He puts on a lot of bravado and acts pretty cocky but is actually much nicer when he's off the clock.

Prone to be sensitive at times and cries easily, which he hates.

Has become quite rebellious as he's grown up (normal teenager behavior).

And more stuff about them (this is like a short summary of my story for them which gets pretty long)

This story basically leads up to a comic I've been trying to write for literal years based off of the New Super Mario Bros Wii game, anyways on to rambling...

The Koopalings relationship to Bowser while growing up was that they were his students and only saw him as their boss. Even if he was like their guardian, they all knew their relationship didn't actually extend to them being like his children. So when Jr had come along, it was something they were all prepared for.

Before joining the Koopa Troop, each of them had a rough childhood one way or another and by chance had met Bowser who helped them. Because of this, it made each of them want to learn under Bowser to become strong like him and he couldn't get rid of them(in truth, Bowser's too much of a softie to anyways) so he decided to take them in as his students.

When the Koops were all officially teamed up, at first they all had troubles to what to refer to each other since associates was way too formal but they wouldn't exactly call themselves friends either(at the time). Bowser concludes that since they're all forced to stick together, they should just refer to each other as siblings which they all settle since it fit the most.

Around when Jr started wanting to cause trouble like his dad (and when Ludwig was 18), Bowser decides it's time to focus on training Jr and decides to let Ludwig to be in charge taking care the rest of the Koopalings and they weren't brought along his schemes related to Mario for a while.

It's not like Ludwig didn't want to but he already had all of his responsibilities of being a General and becoming a second dad for everyone else wasn't really something he was prepared for. He literally fought Bowser because of this and it really made things turn bitter between the two. In the end, Ludwig takes charge of everyone but declares he won't ever turn to Bowser for help for anything and he'll take better care of everyone than he ever did.

The bitterness of feeling like they were being thrown away begins to sort of make its way through the Koopalings even if they didn't want to admit it. Other than everyone else beginning to have less time to spend with each other due to their work, this later down the line causes everyone's relationship to become strained with one another as well.

This all comes to a head four years later, when bunch of other problems that were building up basically all happen at once where it ends with Lemmy and Iggy almost losing their lives and it basically splits Koopalings up in half.

Ludwig, kind of having burnt lot of bridges between his family, can only turn to Kamek for help. Kamek then has had enough and chastises Bowser for how he handled things with the Koopalings. Bowser-unsure what to do now that he's realizing that maybe his decisions were pretty bad in the long run-then decides that the best way to solve this problem is to bring everyone back on a kidnapping scheme like the good ol days. (yeah great idea dude...) ((and this is also the part of the story that takes place of the events in NSMBW))

So this is the first time the Koopalings finally come back in a super long time and Mario and the others kind of realize something isn't exactly right between everyone and basically Lemmy has to be the one to ask him to save their family.

So it's took a miracle for it to happen but basically while fighting Mario, Bowser finally has to come to terms that he really screwed up and has to make it up to the Koopalings and Jr for the choices he's made.

Thanks to Mario's help, everyone is able to reconcile in the end. At the end, Bowser finally has the long needed conversation with everyone apologizing for how he treated them and that he'll do better to look out for everyone from now on. He also lets them know that deciding to take them all in and raising them was the best decision he's made in his life and things finally start looking up for the family again.

A few months later, Bowser officially recognizes the Koops into the royal family, and has a coronation to officially adopt the seven of them into the family. Jr. is still the heir tho which is definitely fine with everyone.

Sorry if this got like way too long, this is like the bare minimum of my story not including all the other turmoil the Koops go through. And since I've yet to finish fully fleshing out everything, this is like a rough summary of what I planned, and its ofc prone to change in the future...

anyways thanks tho if you read all of this <3 qwq

[sweetnnaivete]

ALL ABOUT ME ♡

my name's ceri, but you're welcome to give me any nicknames / petnames you want !!

i'm fifteen, my birthday is september 9th, i'm white, british (welsh) and american, i speak english and a fair bit of spanish

all my love : travelling, band tees, self care, coming of age films, blush, silly socks, dad jokes, roald dahl books, dancing around the house to upbeat songs, singing & playing the drums, wes anderson films, autumn, iced chai lattes, imperfections & human flaws, snoopy, all things lavender-scented, english & history class, medieval art, miffy, the moon, video essays, chocolate, harry potter & the order of the phoenix

books : harry potter, percy jackson, grishaverse, little women, the perks of being a wallflower, a good girl's guide to murder, five survive, gregor the overlander, the seven husbands of evelyn hugo, the secret history, to kill a mockingbird, the sisters grimm, much ado about nothing, the catcher in the rye, heaven, the hunger games, anne of green gables, fahrenheit 451

movies / tv : star wars films, studio ghibli films, lady bird, gilmore girls, dead poets society, how to train your dragon, juno, friends, downton abbey, anne with an e, saltburn, derry girls, coraline, la la land, billy elliot, little women (2019), brooklyn 99, 10 things i hate about you

music : beabadoobee, mitski, david bowie, taylor swift, lamp, gracie abrams, laufey, the smiths, olivia rodrigo, the killers, boygenius, abba, catfish and the bottlemen, clairo, cocteau twins, the cranberries, chappell roan, cigarettes after sex, ethel cain, fleetwood mac, jeff buckley, lana del rey, mazzy star, leith ross, radiohead, phoebe bridgers, the beatles, sabrina carpenter, fiona apple, wave to earth, ramones, the cardigans, adrianne lenker, tv girl

૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡ : harry potter, inej ghafa, peeta mellark, james potter, leo valdez, ravi singh, dorcas meadowes, nikolai lantsov, kaz brekker, henry winter, dave rygalski, gilbert blythe, chandler bing, patrick verona, jess mariano

meee :3 : lily evans, narcissa black, amy march, pip fitz-amobi, hermione granger, sabrina grimm, remus lupin, kat stratford, luna lovegood, neville longbottom, annabeth chase, jo march, amy santiago, sybill trelawney, todd anderson

[omniblades-and-stars]

[luthien-under-bough]

Harrenhal is a much more prominent fixture. The fortress itself is said to be haunted, a fact used to blame all sorts of strange occurrences over the years — including the fire Larys Strong (Matthew Needham) started that killed his family in season 1. Whether the curse is real isn't something House of the Dragon will necessarily answer, but Condal and Hess certainly enjoyed playing with that element to further explore Daemon.  "There's a haunted goat!" Hess eagerly reveals. So, kind of like Black Phillip from Robert Eggers' 2015 horror hit The Witch? "I mean, a little bit," she says. "We definitely were thinking of it as [The Shining's] Overlook Hotel. It's super fun in that it's atmospheric." Hess also mentions Alys Rivers, a new character this season played by Gayle Rankin (GLOW). Alys served as a wet nurse to many of the babes born at Harrenhal over the years, but like Melisandre from Game of Thrones, she courts the supernatural and no one knows her true age.  "Nobody's giving birth to a smoke baby, let's put it that way," Hess clarifies of Alys. All this is meant to bear down on Daemon in the Macbeth-ian sense when he arrives at Harrenhal. "He can't sleep. There's weird shit going on. He's not sure if it's real or if it's in his own head," Hess continues. "We just wanted to have unexplained things and then use that as a conduit to lay him open a little more than he would be in normal life."

Source: https://ew.com/house-of-the-dragon-season-2-emma-darcy-olivia-cooke-cover-story-8646032