#shut up vizzie

[vizziefizzie]

I just want them to be happy dammit

[thetentacleking]

Not me drawing fanart for once

Insanely proud of the posing in this, I don’t know how I did it

Bonus: Sir Pentious makes me VIOLENT (affectionate)

[wutwutno1]

Vizzy Nom

Based off of @stormtheskyelf2 's Lizzy headcanon story idea Idea origin: https://www.tumblr.com/stormtheskyelf2/747575904113393664/lizzy-headcanon-anon-btw-you-have-some?source=share Read tags before reading. You have been warned

“Damn purple thing.”

V flew through the bunker halls, looking for Lizzy. Her wings wired softly as the anti-grav engines hummed away, propelling her forward through the cold air.

V felt the cool air rushing past her, making the already naturally cold six inch tall drone feel even colder.

“I will so get her back for this. . .”

V continued with her flight, although she knew she’d have to stop before her engines got too cold to function.

V looked around at the looming pieces of furniture and massive doors rushed past as she flew past them. She found a suitable box to land on and circled back to it. Her peg feet landed on them with a soft click.

V’s wings retracted into her back. V shuddered, feeling the cold metal enter her barely-warm-enough-to-function body. One of the many downsides of being tiny.

V sat on the box and huddled up to herself. V looked around. This hall was full of lockers and posters relating to school and education. V saw a few posters for the prom that was more than a month ago. V scoffed and rolled her eyes.

“Ugh. They still have those up? These are some lazy worker drones. At least I’m at the school. Lizzy’s class should be ending in a few minutes. I just gotta wait and pray she comes through here.”

As if on cue, the school bell rang, and students began filing out of the classrooms. V watched as each student passed, waiting for her friend to walk past.

V saw Lizzy’s blond hair among the crowd of semi-mindless worker drones. V checked her core temperature, and upon deciding it was safe for her to make the short flight, unfurled her wings and took off. She flew up into the air and began to glide down to Lizzy, targeting her head.

Lizzy felt a something small splat on the back of her head and latch on. Instinctively, she grabbed it. Whatever it was, it felt like an action figure had clung to the back of her head. Lizzy felt it cling to her hand as she brought it to her face to inspect.

V landed in Lizzy’s hair and latched on. She clung to Lizzy's hair, relishing the slight warmth it offered, until someone yanked her away once more. V squeaked reflexively and clung to the hand that tore her away. It was warm. It was nice.

“V?! What are you wearing?!” Lizzy shrieked before changing to a more calm and smug tone, “Also, what happened to you?”

V looked at her outfit. She had ditched her crop-top jacket for an actual winter coat and snow pants since her body could barely keep up with the cold and keep her warm enough to function. V sighed and looked up at Lizzy.

“Old one was too cold. I will literally die wearing anything else.”

V let go of Lizzy’s fingers, not wanting to ruin her image in front of Lizzy.

“As for what happened, Uzi was using her freak powers and shrunk me. She says it was an ‘accident,’ but I think it was on purpose.

Lizzy laughed. Her grip on V loosened until V was just sitting on her flat palm.

“Are you still going to the sleepover?”

“Yes. I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t.”

“Well, does my tiny little killer need a lift?”

V blushed slightly at Lizzy calling her her little killer, but it quickly went away.

“I will rip your voice box out of your throat once I’m big again, but yes. I do need a lift.”

“Ha!”

Lizzy and V knew V’s threat wasn’t genuine. V has never followed through with a threat to Lizzy, but it didn’t matter. Lizzy lifted V and placed her on her shoulder. V gladly sat down and leaned on Lizzy’s neck, blushing lightly as she did so.

“What are you doing?”

“Shut up. I need the warmth. I will literally die without it. This doesn’t mean anything. Shut up.”

Lizzy just chuckled and began walking to her living quarters. . . .

Lizzy arrived and opened the door. Only one other girl arrived and was already sitting on Lizzy’s couch.

Rebecca lazed on Lizzy’s couch waiting for Lizzy to arrive. Once Lizzy did she slowly stood up.

“Took ya long enough.”

“Shut up. Where is everyone else?”

Rebecca shrugged.

“Jess is dead, Becky has a virus, and Diane had better things to do.”

“Damn. So just us three, huh?”

“Three?”

“Oh yeah.”

Lizzy grabbed V off her shoulder and held her in her cupped hands.

“V’s here, even though she’s so tiny.”

V grumbled and crossed her arms while sitting in Lizzy's cupped hands, giving the impression that she was annoyed to be there. Rebecca looked between Lizzy and V. She knew they had a crush on each other, but were unwilling to show it. Rebecca grinned, already formulating plans to get them to confess.

“Alright then. Let's get this party started!”

The girls then went to Lizzy’s room. They started with a few games and a movie. After a few hours, they began to play Truth or Dare. Rebecca knew this was her chance. She just had to set them up perfectly.

Rebecca already had a plan. She had recently learned of vore, and she was going to dare Lizzy to vore v, knowing she wouldn’t do it. Lizzy would then have to confess her feelings for V to explain why she wasn't taking the dare. It was foolproof!

“Okay, that was pretty stupid V. Now then, Lizzy. Truth or dare?”

“Dare,” Lizzy said, smugly.

Rebecca grinned. Now was her chance.

“I dare you to vore V!”

Lizzy and V paused. This was unexpected of Rebecca. They both knew what vore was, but they were now thinking that Rebecca was a fan of it.

V laughed while Lizzy blushed. V knew that Lizzy wouldn’t do it, which is why Lizzy’s next words made her oil feel even colder than it already was.

“Okay. I’ll do it.”

V jerked her head to face Lizzy, confusion etched on her face.

“Excuse me?”

V yelped as Lizzy’s fingers grabbed her coat hood and lifted her into the air. V kicked and thrashed as Lizzy brought the tiny morsel of a drone to her face.

“It’ll be fine, V. It’s warm in there, I promise.”

Rebecca watched on in horror as Lizzy lifted V above her mouth. Lizzy opened her maw and allowed her warm breath to waft over V, causing the smaller drone to tremble.

“W-wait, Lizzy! C-can’t we talk about this?”

Without a word, Lizzy drops V into her mouth. Lizzy’s jaws snap shut behind V as she felt Lizzy’s soft tongue sink beneath her. V pushed against the roof of Lizzy’s mouth, trying to open her mouth, but Lizzy’s spongy tongue just compressed and sunk more.

Lizzy giggled feeling V wiggle in her mouth. It was a weird feeling, but she liked it. Lizzy did a mental countdown and swallowed, pulling V halfway into her throat. Lizzy could feel V’s legs kicking in her throat. It tickled, but Lizzy was on a mission. She couldn’t fail this dare.

On the second swallow, Lizzy's throat completely engulfed V, dragging her down to her stomach. Lizzy traced V’s descent with her finger, feeling her wiggle all the way down. Lizzy turned back to Rebecca, who had wide hollow eyes and was covering her mouth in a mix of horror and shock.

“What?”

“Y-you actually ate her.”

“What, didn’t think I’d do it?”

“Y-yeah? You were supposed to say no and confess your feelings for V. . .”

*Lizzy blushes and averts her gaze. Her arms instinctively cross over her abdomen.

“F-feelings? For V?”

Inside Lizzy’s stomach, V was panicking. V kicked and thrashed against the soft spongy walls. It was warm and slimy in Lizzy’s tummy. V couldn’t believe that Lizzy had gone through with the dare.

V looked around the space. The pink glow from LEDs hidden in the folds of the walls illuminated the grey walls that V looked around. V was half submerged in a pink glowing liquid that dripped from the walls. The space was soft and warm. If it wasn’t for the fact that she was panicking and in Lizzy’s stomach, V might have enjoyed it. The walls absorbed all of V’s attempts to escape, making V feel trapped and alone.

Lizzy could feel V’s struggles. Lizzy’s smile widened as she turned to Rebecca.

“I can feel her squirming in there!”

“Y-you can? Um. . . Can I feel?”

Lizzy shrugged and lifted her shirt, and guided Rebecca’s hand to her abdomen. To her shock, Rebecca could feel V’s struggles.

“Oh, wow. . . I can feel her. . . Do you mind if I?”

Rebecca lowers her head and presses her ear to Lizzy’s stomach. Lizzy blushed, but didn’t stop her. Lizzy placed a hand on Rebecca’s head, pressing her softly to the soft fabric that separates her and V.

“Wow, I can actually hear her!”

Rebecca raises her head and looks Lizzy in the eyes.

“So, what are you going to do with her now?”

Lizzy thought for a moment before answering,

“I think I’m going to keep her in there for a while. Come on. Let's watch a movie.”

V felt her world rock as Lizzy stood up and started walking. She grunts in frustration with every bounce of Lizzy’s step.

Rebecca and Lizzy make themselves comfortable on the couch and start to watch a movie. It was a cheesy comedy, but neither drone laughed. Both drones kept the movie on for background noise as they pulled out their phones and started to browse social media.

V had remained still for a good few minutes after Lizzy had sat down. She waited for Lizzy to say or do anything, anything to tell her she wasn’t being forgotten. V got tired of waiting and halfway through the film, started to kick and struggle.

Lizzy noticed V’s kicks and placed her hand over her stomach, gently letting V know she wasn’t being forgotten.

V felt Lizzy’s hand over her and sighed in relief. She decided to try and talk to Lizzy and tell her she wanted out.

“Hey, Lizzy? Can you let me out now?”

Lizzy glanced at her stomach from her phone, hearing V’s voice. She let out a single snicker and smiled, shaking her head.

“In a bit, V. Relax, okay? Everything will be fine.”

Lizzy suddenly felt a sharp jab in her abdomen and doubled over, groaning in pain. V had bit Lizzy’s stomach wall. V’s saliva instantly repaired the little damage she caused, but it happened long enough to give Lizzy a little sting.

“Okay, okay. I’ll let you out of there! Just chill for a moment!”

Lizzy stood up and made her way to the bathroom. Once inside, she closed the door and locked it. She didn’t want Rebecca, or god forbid, her dad to see her spit out V.

Lizzy braced herself, leaning on the sink and slowly working her stomach and throat to squeeze and push V up. V rose higher and higher in Lizzy's throat before she deposited her in her mouth.

Lizzy grabbed a towel and spit V out into it. She began to dry V off while the smaller drone grumbled.

“Sorry about that. I guess I kept you waiting too long, huh?”

V shuddered. She was cold again. The slime and saliva coating her cooling off rapidly and making her feel colder.

“Thank robo-god Lizzy is drying me off,” V thought.

Lizzy finished drying off V and she placed the tiny drone on the corner of the counter. She crouched down to be eye level with V, watching her tail swish angrily behind her.

“So, um. . . About eating you. . .”

“Were you going to digest me?”

“What?”

Were. you. going. to. digest. Me?”

“N-no! Absolutely not! I don’t even think I can digest!”

“So why did you keep me in your tummy so long?!”

Lizzy blushed. She didn’t want to admit it, but she did enjoy having V inside her. However, Lizzy decided to tell V the truth.

“I guess I just liked having such a hot and cute girl inside my stomach.”

This time, it was V’s turn to blush. She thought that Lizzy liked it, but she didn’t think she’d actually admit it. V especially didn’t think Lizzy would call her hot or cute.

“Y-you think I’m hot? And cute?”

V and Lizzy averted their eyes while shuffling in place. Both were flustered, and both knew the other was too.

“Yeah. . . I do. . .”

“W-well um. . . I guess you’re also. . . hot and… cute. . .”

Both stood there, averting their gaze and occasionally glancing back at the other, not saying a word.

“Do you want to. . .”

“Make this official?”

Lizzy and V stared into each other's eyes, trying to see if the other was faking or wasn’t willing, but finding no unwillingness in each other’s eyes.

“Yes,” they both said at the same time.

Lizzy offered her hand for V to climb on, which the tiny disassembler accepted. V quickly climbed onto Lizzy’s hand and sat down. Lizzy lifted V to her face and stood up.

“S-so, how about a quick little. . .”

“Okay. . .”

Lizzy brought V up to her mouth but this time, instead of Lizzy’s lips parting, they puckered out, just like V’s. Lizzy planted her lips on V’s face and the drones kissed. V tried to do the same, but it was a little awkward with Lizzy’s libs engulfing V’s entire face.

The two pulled apart and looked at each other with prominent blushes on both of their faces. They were both quiet for a few seconds before bursting into laughter.

“Better wait for you to get big again before doing that again, huh?”

“Agreed!”

They both relaxed and looked into each other's eyes, smiling warmly. Lizzy glanced away for a second to consider her next words. She had a question for V, but she didn’t know how she would feel about it. Lizzy sighed and decided to continue with it anyway.

“So. . . What was it like… inside my stomach?”

V paused. She took on a thoughtful gaze, trying to think of a response.

“It was… nice. It was very warm and soft. . . I liked it. . .”

V was blushing in embarrassment once she finished her statement.

“Why do you ask?”

“Well, it was nice having you in there. It felt like I was protecting you. I liked having you close like that. . .”

“Would you like to… do that again?” Lizzy whispered under her breath, but V could still hear.

“I um. . . Yes. . .”

Lizzy’s eyes lit up and she smiled, feeling excited. Lizzy was almost shaking in excitement while staring at V, lovingly.

“Honestly though, I’ve heard of this thing called ‘fearplay.’ Would you like to try it out?”

“Whatever floats your boat, hun.”

Lizzy felt like she was melting with how flustered she was at V’s statement. She quickly calmed herself and her tone shifted to better fit the fearplay she was about to perform.

“Okay then. Get ready V.”

Lizzy looked down at V with a wide hungry grin, showing off all her teeth.

“Well, look what we have here. A delectable little treat!”

V giggled and feigned fear.

“Oh no! A big scary monster!”

Lizzy laughed evilly and brought V closer to her jaws.

“Oh yes, I am a big scary monster! And I’m going to eat you!”

“Please don’t eat me!”

Lizzy lowers V and lifts her shirt, exposing her abdomen. She presses V against her stomach and plays a gurgle sound effect.

“I’m gonna eat you. You’re going to go in here! Can you hear it calling for you? Yes, I can tell you’re going to be delicious indeed!”

Lizzy lifts V back to her mouth, opening wide and revealing the dark warm cavern. V can see the little heart-shaped pink LED in the back of Lizzy’s mouth just under her uvula. Pink glowing saliva drips from Lizzy’s mouth, drooling on the poor helpless V.

“I’m gonna eat you, and I’m going to enjoy feeling you struggle helplessly!”

Before V can respond, Lizzy shoves her into her mouth, only V’s tail sticks out of Lizzy’s lips. Lizzy flicks her tongue out and licks the little vial and stinger before slurping it inside. Lizzy manipulates her tongue to turn V around to swallow her pegs first.

Lizzy braces and swallows hard, swallowing V in one gulp. Lizzy licks her lips and pats her stomach affectionately.

“Good luck, morsel! And squirm while you still can!”

Lizzy laughs again before calming down and shifting back to her normal self.

“How was that, V?”

“You definitely need some help! But not bad for your first try!”

Inside Lizzy’s stomach, V shuffles up to one of the stomach walls, getting comfortable in the soft warm space. V smiled, feeling safe and protected despite Lizzy’s earlier words. She knew it was just pretend, so why worry? V closed her eyes and started to enter sleep mode.

Lizzy rubs her abdomen one more time before walking out of the bathroom and joining Rebecca on the couch. The movie was still playing and Rebecca looked up from her phone, turning her head to Lizzy.

“So, how’d it go? And where’s V?”

Lizzy smiled and patted her stomach.

“Let’s just say, your plan to get us to confess our feelings for each other worked.”

[ria-writes-stories]

Ship: Vizzy

Genre: Cotton, Romance, Tension-?

Description: ✨ 💃 ✨ SHAKIRA✨ SHAKIRA ✨

Actual note: basically Lizzy and V doing comfort in their own way

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(No one's pov)

V simply walked away from Uzi and N, leaving them in Doll's home as Uzi yelled at her annoyed while V simply ignored her to oblivion. She didn't have time for these games. That girl had the same thing as Cyn...That creepy red-eyed freak Doll. She wasn't going to wait for her to end up where Cyn did. Oh no, she was going to shut this show down, once and for all, and she'll make sure to take Uzi down as well. It's just how things have to be, you know?

V went into the ball room and checked the oil from the floor where Doll fell when she shot her, the pool of oil was significantly smaller, meaning that somehow she got some of her oil back, hell knows how.

While V was pondering about this a hand found itself resting on her shoulder. "Hello Diva queen you there?" Lizzy said in an overly annoyed tone as V frowned and glared at Lizzy. "The hell do you want now?" "Uhm? Rude much don't you think? I helped you." "After you nearly got me killed!" "We already talked about this, you wanted to kill everyone here so get over it." V rolled her eyes as she huffed frustrated. "Look- I didn't spend hours on making this amazingly fashionable dress for it to go to waste because Doll threw a tantrum and because you and those two sore losers were petty as hell towards her, so you are helping me to get everyone back here and get the party started." Lizzy wasn't asking, she was demanding it, ordering V all the while she flipped her hair and walked towards the DJ set up where a knife was in the main circuit board from the earlier fight. V cocked an eyebrow as she got up. "And what makes you think I'll do that?" "Oh come ooon! It ain't fair to be selfish you know. You had your fun, it seems fair we have ours, ok? Plus you look like you could use a party, besides, I thought you like scaring people." V looked at Lizzy genuinely confused as Lizzy simply replied by giving her confident smirk with a taunt of malice to it with a mean look. "Who said you'll call 'em?"

A smile slowly crept on V's face. Lizzy wasn't asking V to do a chore, she was condemning her to V's favourite game, scaring and terrorizing others, a sick pleasure that she gained by being a disassembly drone in order to cope with the pre-post guilt and anxiety when her memories first started to come back to her. Lizzy wasn't putting V to a chore, she was giving V a fun little activity to blow off steam after the 'overly boring' fight.

Before you knew it V was lurking in the ventilation shafts scaring students back to the celebration room where the prom was meant to be held. Soon enough the sheep were rounded in and Lizzy took care of the rest, placing Darren at the DJ board, while asking Rebecca to help with getting everyone on the dance floor, while Braiden was already posting about it on his socials, as while Emily and Sam struggled to helping Darren with the music given the control board was flung and it was a three people job to connect the wires and seal everything up as to be able to play out the music and the lights without getting an even bigger short circuit and break.

V crossed her arms over her chest as she looked at the crowd of the drones, bored as she missed the few seconds back in which she got to chase students around.

"Yo hissy kitty easy with the claws, no one's biting." Lizzy said teasingly as she looked at V with a smug smirk. V had no clue where that came from but when Lizzy gave a subtle look down and then looked back up into V's eyes, V realised she had her claws out. "Ah...must have forgotten them out from the chase." V said with a slightly dark chuckle as she tucked her claws back in and let her hands out. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. So, we good?" Lizzy asked with true genuine concern, as that subtle worry in her eyes that V got so used to appeared again. V would never admitted it but the contrast of Lizzy's gentle pink glow close to her fainted golden sparkle had something strangely comforting to it. "Yeah, whatever." V said.

V rolled her eyes and looked away closing her eyes with a blank face before opening one eye to look at Lizzy with a faint smile as Lizzy's frown soon turned to a smug smirk.

"Ewww look at those idiots." Lizzy said as V shot her head towards the direction Lizzy was looking. Uzi and N were awkwardly dancing together, nothing compared to their earlier fight-dance, probably because if those two weren't in a balance of chaos and adrenaline they were out of their comfort zone meaning they were sloppier.

V groaned loudly and rolled her eyes as she grabbed Lizzy's hand dragging her to the centre of the dance ring. "Well I won't spend my time looking at those sore losers." V announced annoyed.

She stopped once she was in the centre and held Lizzy's palm softly as she looked at her with a calm look as Lizzy looked at her slightly surprised before she smiled widely with a knowing look as V spun her around roughly, yet Lizzy spun around with grace and elegance as V held her hand extended out with Lizzy's. "I see you got experience." V said before pulling Lizzy back to her and lowering her to the ground in her grasp. "Been danced with before?" "I've been practicing with Doll." Lizzy said in a cocky manner as she looked at V with a viper look of slyness. She knew what she was doing and so did V, and God she hated it that Lizzy knew how to get to her.

She frowned and threw her in the air before catching her and spinning her, as soon they continued to dance into the night catching all of the eyes on them as the low fight between the girls continued unbeknown to everyone else.

She was smart little bunny slipping in and out of the claws of golden eagle oblivious to the danger, or better said having a grip on those very claws, working them as she liked as while the eagle nibbled at her ears in a threatening manner but both knew that the eagle wasn't going to bleed out the little bunny.

After V stopped dancing, leaning down with Lizzy looking deeply into her.

Her eyes. Those pink precious little orbs of light and pride, confidence, the absolute opposite of what she was when she was freshly baked like this girl, the opposite of what she was now, so confident and cocky, so disrespectful... nasty disrespectful meaning they needed to be properly taken care of.

Lizzy looked into V's eyes, dangers glow of the sun's unleashed wilderness that knows no mercy or compassion, orbs taken out from the very spirits of the stars given the deadly sharp pointy ends of the greater galaxies laid upon the sky, for how else would the galaxies stay deep dug into the flesh of the endless blue sea of the birds?

V slightly opened her mouth as her fangs glimmered in the dim light of the disco ball as Lizzy stopped breathing for a moment but let's not forget where they were now, hm?

"A ROUND OF APPLAUSE TO THE PROM QUEEN AND YOUR FAVOURITE CHEERLEADER FOR PUTTING ON A PROPER SHOW AND EXAMPLE OF WHAT'S IT LIKE TO DANCE!" Rebecca practically screamed into the mic as she stood on her boyfriend's shoulders high up on the control board as Emily, Braide and Sam had to nervously hold all of the wires in absolute terror hoping that the wires wouldn't go off or the board to cave in under their friend's weight otherwise they'd all have a huge electro shock that'll get them to the nursery.

Everyone apluade, hell even N and Uzi did, I mean yes of course N is a goof ball but Uzi was unexpected. Hell be damned that purple freak as she smirked at Lizzy and V as if saying 'who's the freak'. No one else might have known, but careful eyes that look at every single little detail like the eyes of a girl who loves cryptic theories of conspiracy, for example, like Uzi, what was going on between the two. The tension, the sharp movements and yet fluid turns between the two as if they were one.

V felt utter hatred built up in her as she felt ready to rascal the little thing right there and then but Lizzy stopped her by simply placing her hand back on her.

A hand that reminded V that she shouldn't act out like that. A hand that reminded V how much more above she was from that 'purple freak' and how much better she was.

V looked at Lizzy and smiled cocky as she gave her hand out. "Round two?" "What took you so long to ask?" Lizzy asked as she returned a prideful grin as she took V's hand.

Danger untamed but damaged with soften pride from worry and fears. Quite the duo, don't cha think?

The end

[murmel-malt]

I NEED TO KNOW EVERYTHING ABOUT DAERA!!!! Sweet girl!!! Feel free to go on about her endlessly

How long does she live? Does she take lovers? Remarries? Does Baelon live? Does he become king? What is going onnnnnn!

Anon, I love and appreciate you!💕💕 And I am using this as a prompt to talk about Baelon and my current plans for him within this AU.

Let me preface this by giving my reasoning for why Hedaera survived Baelon’s birth but Aemma didn’t: Daera is perfectly willing to throw an absolute fit and fight and refuse back-to-back pregnancies like Aemma was subjected to. She is very much a spoiled princess and hasn’t really heard the word ‘no’ that often but is very proficient in using it herself and does so with abandon. Thus Daera was healthier than Aemma was. While Aemma had several failed pregnancies in canon, Daera had only one (two years after Daenys was born) and didn’t let Vizzy near her for the next three years.

But now that Heir McSon is here, things can go two - well, three - ways: 

option a) Baelon continues to live and becomes king, there is no Dance and everybody can focus on more important things. Which is nice but also kind of boring so I present 

option b) Baelon does live but not long enough to become King. At the point of his death Viserys is pretty sick and Daera, still grieving, even less willing to try for another child. Like in canon Vizzy is pushed to name Rhaenyra heir to keep Daemon away from the throne until there is another boy (which they just kind of expect and try to pressure Daera into). The game changer here is that both Rhaenyra and her sister are already married.

Because Daera was never given the chance to have any say in her future she is extremely pushy about her daughters having it and Vizzy being kind of uninterested in his daughters until Baelon’s death agreed just so Daera shuts up about it.

So Rhaenyra is happily married to Harwin Strong and Daenys to Tyland Lannister. Jace is already born so Rhaenyra already has an Heir McSon of her own.

and option c) Baelon dies pretty early, before Rhaenyra’s marriage is secured. She is made heir, kind of forced to marry Laenor (to Daera’s displeasure about the forced part and pleasure about the Laenor part) and has her sons with Harwin. tbh I haven’t completely figured this option out yet because it is too close to canon for my taste (also there is no way in hell Daera will let Rhaenyra screw herself and her future over by having such obvious bastards) but maybe I will come up with a nice little twist to make it more appealing to me.

But with Daera alive and unwilling to go through any more childbirths, there obviously won’t be any brothers for Rhaenyra to compete with for the throne so the Dance as we know it won’t happen. That doesn’t mean there won’t be any conflict though.

As of now, I have no plans to have Daera die anytime before seeing her grandchildren grow up happily and know the Realm is moving towards a stable future. And be a sassy grandma in the process.

[l-tothe-og]

Vizzy T on his last breath….the trial…your fic really gets to me 😭…. So here’s a sad prompt with good siblings! Helaena and Aemond + a Lucemond; Aemond gets into a super bad break up(can by with Alys Rivers or someone else) and has a complete break down because it was emotionally taxing for him so Hel and Aegon end up being good support systems for Aemond. Luke comes over to the house one day to ask Hel or Aegon for smth but Aemond answers instead of those two. Not sure what would happen after Luke enters the house though.

(A very late answer indeed since this is talking not about aegons trial but the hearing over viserys's will. Sorry a million times)

Aemond hadn't planned for anyone besides his sister to see him like that. So, when the doorbell rang for the third time in a minute on the fifth day of Aemond's stay in Helaena's guest room, Aemond was pissed to be opening the door.

To make matters worse, it was Luke.

"Helaena's not home." He said lamely.

Luke peered into the house and Aemond sneered.

He threw the door open behind him and gestured inside.

"What? You don't believe me?" The gust of wind from the door lifted Aemond's limp hair, but did not refresh him further.

Luke held up his hands in surrender. "Dude, no. It's cool. She's not home. It's all good. I was in the neighborhood, and she told me to stop by the next time I was. That's all." He shuffled his feet and looked at the ground.

"Oh." Aemond thought his love had softened him. As it turned out, she had only been a cover on his blade. He could still cut without trying.

"I heard-" Luke started.

"Shut up." It hurt enough that she was gone. She took her breath of fresh air, flower bud smell, and the goddamn key to Aemond's place when she left him. No springtime or sleep, Aemond was in no mood to fuck with Luke and their family grapevine.

"I was just going to say I'm sorry. Breakups aren't easy." Like a kicked puppy, Luke whimpered, then came back undeterred, ready to nuzzle his way in.

"Why are you sorry?"

"It's just something people say, isn't it? Do you want me to call your ex girlfriend a bitch and vow our family's full force on ruining her life?"

Aemond laughed drily, "Yes."

Luke laughed too, and nodded. "Then we'll ruin that bitch's life."

Another moment of silence descended upon Helaena's foyer. Warmer, more breathable.

Luke cocked his head back to the door.

"Have you left the house recently?"

Aemond grimaced. What he'd done was essentially quarantine himself to limit the spread of his pestiferous misery.

Luke nodded. "I'm taking that as a no."

He tilted his head to the side.

"Do you want to?" Luke asked.

Aemond raised an eyebrow.

"It'd probably be good to get your mind off things. Since Helaena isn't home, I was going to get a drink at the bar down the street. You could come with if you want." Aemond squinted at him. Outside of family events, and one night when they were teenagers just old enough to want to kiss, they'd never spent much time together.

"Just an idea." Luke added quickly, looking away.

There was a brief moment of pause where Aemond assumed he was supposed to answer defensively that he didn't want to leave the house, especially not with Luke.

He did not answer defensively, and instead, tucked his hair into a bun and took Luke's hand when he held it out for him as they walked out of Helaena's house. Luke paid for their drinks. Aemond had one too many and noticed that Luke's cheeks looked good painted pink from the drink and bunched up from his smile.

They walked back to Helaena's. The warm breeze tickled a smile from his lips. Luke's fingers tickled his. They brushed against each other while they walked. Aemond smelled the spring bloom for the first time since she left him.

Aemond grabbed his hand on Helaena's front porch. He used it to pull Luke inside behind him.

[em-writes-stuff-sometimes]

In response to an earlier ask, about the traitor traitor au where babey tries to hurt them as much as she can and then takes off to harrenhal.

Maybe it’s just me but that is nowhere near petty enough, especially for a freshly scorned and betrayed babey who has done everything she can for her family just to find out they were gonna try and get rid of her, just for some sex that’s to dark to see.

Just imagine babey being like okay bet, then immediately hightailing it on cannibal back to kings landing to petition for a divorce, she doesn’t even care if she gets it but she’s sure as shit gonna announce all of daemon and nyras dirty little secrets to the court, even putting on the waterworks to really drive it home. There was speculation around rhea Royces death, not anymore, laenors mysterious death, not so mysterious now, all the bastard children that people are forced to ignore, vizzy t can’t ignore the words from his daughter and their aunt who lived with them. When they ask her if she’s needs a moment, she can just top the whole thing off with their plans to kill her so they can marry, branding them as almost kin slayers. Babey isn’t playing games anymore, she just flipped the board and set it on fire for good measure because hell hath no fury like a Targaryen woman scorned.

She would never stoop to the level of slaying her own kin, but no one said anything about not obliterating the blacks standing across the entirety of Westeros, as well as any chance of nyra and daemon getting the throne. The throne room is so silent you can only hear babey quietly crying and Alicent comforting her, Criston fist pumping in the hallway, Otto just came in his pants because this is the best thing that could possibly happen for the greens, vizzy t defending them because he’s misogynistic, but everybody knows that there is no way in seven hells that nyra will ever sit the throne now because this juicy gossip will travel the continent is seconds.

Now that she’s thrown them and under the bus and backed it over them a few times just for good measure, she can drive off to her happy ending. Babeys pettiness and spite has singlehandedly made the greens win before Viserys even died and he’s to scabby and crusty to even notice, plus there is no way the lords of Westeros would support the blacks now. Babey is now heartbroken, as well as being a divorced, deflowered and possibly pregnant woman in Westeros, she’s ruined. Otto would suggest that she marry aegon to strengthen his claim, but the look he gets from everyone in the room is enough for him to shut up, no way did she just escape daemon just to marry aegon, even alicent wouldn’t let that happen.

From that darkness an angel appears, the overlooked second son of viserys who drinks his respect women juice every morning, the male wife aemond Targaryen. Babey marries a green because that’s just kicking daemon while he’s down. But we all know he would treat her right, the dutiful son who has been saving himself for marriage just so he wouldn’t dishonour his future wife, who loves himself an older woman. He’d fall on his own sword if he ever upset her. Babey eventually falls for him because he’s so respectful and kind but would also spank and choke her if she asked. And they live in their own castle away from the drama, it would have a huge library and massive gardens, just perfect for babey because aemond would give her the moon if she asked for it. They’d have lots of children, probably wouldn’t stop having them until they had to become you know how horny babey gets. And they live out the rest of their days together with their children and dragons, also where cannibal barely tolerated daemon he loves aemond, why you might ask, simply because fuck you daemon.

Lol oh my GOD, Babey's goin' NUCLEAR in this one! AAAAAnd she's a cougar, reeee-OW. I fucking love this, and would legit read the HELL out of it. Oof, my babies Rhae and Daemon stand absolutely zero fucking chance.

Althoooough, Aemond's like maybe 13 at this point. We'd have to wait a few years to get that MARRIAGE happenin'. Freaks me out to think he's like technically 17-ish, I think? Pretty sure he's supposed to be 12 during the Ep. 7 stuff, and we're approx. a year on from that as of right now. But that's cool, we can wait!

EXTRA POINTS if we can murder Aegon II and like, get Aemond on dat throwwwwne. He'd radiate BDE in the hot seat, lemme tell ya.

UNFFFF. Yes. Put a crown on it, ride it on the throne.

AMAZING! Thank you so much for this!

[visceravalentines]

How many nicknames could I come up with for the Sinclairs before they glue MY pretty lips shut

Vinny, Vin, Vince, Vincey, Vizz, Vizzy

Les, Lessie, Lil Bug, Lil Stink Bug, Lil Possum, Angel

Bo Tie, Bastard, Asshole, Bo You Motherfucker, Smug-Ass Sonofabitch, Daddy

[telltaleanatomicalheart]

honestly i am so for alicent taking vizzys spot in the small council bc she probably got shit done. any scene where viserys was in the small council he kinda didn’t do shit at all but tell ppl to shut the fuck up. in the show they made it seem like she had some coup but she literally just doing her job and probably doing it well!

[targaryenssurvive]

Takes place at the same time as Willas’ mini chapter

Viserys chapter 15

Viserys was in the courtyard training with Loras Tyrell and Aegon. Well Viserys wasn’t exactly training, he was more watching and using his shield when needed. Viserys wasn’t exactly interested in fighting, he could fight with a sword but he was much more interested in the arts, painting, theater, and music. There was no real reason for Viserys to fight, he had guards and knights, he didn’t need to be a strong warrior, he only ever enjoyed ‘fighting’ when it was with his nephews and even then, it’s mostly play fighting. Viserys was shaken from his thoughts by Loras Tyrell kicking him on the back and knocking him down.

“Fuck!” Viserys shouted. Loras and Aegon started giggling. “Apologies Viserys, I assumed you were paying attention and would block me.” Loras replied in a tone Viserys hated, just something about it sounded so smug, but that was to be expected from that pretty little asshole. Loras put out his hand for Viserys to take. Viserys scowled, he may have a high tolerance for his sister, niece and nephews bratty behavior but other people just pissed him off, especially that pretty bitch Loras. “And I assumed you had enough grace and decency to not attack a person when their back is turned, have you no manners? And it’s PRINCE Viserys to you, Tyrell.” Viserys slapped Loras’ hand away and snarled revealing his sharp pointed teeth. Loras’ eyes widened slightly but didn’t back away. “Apologies my prince, I assumed your royal highness could take a simple game but I shall proceed with caution in the future.” Loras made eye contact with Viserys while speaking.

‘That pretty pompous little bitch’ Viserys felt like he was about to smack Loras but before he could give into that Aegon grabbed him by the shoulder and pulled him up, Aegon walked back slightly while holding Viserys, he wrapped his arm around Viserys keeping him still. “We’re all friends here, let's not fight.” Loras’ eyes never stopped drilling into Viserys, and Viserys wouldn’t be the one to break this stare. “Yes, of course, prince Aegon. I didn’t mean to provoke prince Viserys.” Loras replied. ‘Little twat, pretending to be respectful, pretending to be decent when in reality he thinks he’s better than everyone just because of his looks, stupid ass pretty boy.’ Viserys thought and continued scowling at Laenor. Aegon rubbed Viserys back. “Come on Vizzy, be nice.” Viserys heard a quiet snort from Laenor. “Got something to say twat?!” Viserys snapped, he tried to lunge at Loras but Aegon put Viserys in a headlock. “This was fun but I think it might be enough for the day….” Aegon spoke politely as he held onto Viserys. “Yes, i think I’m going to go and keep my sister company. Good day prince Aegon, prince Vizzy.” Loras simply said and walked away, Viserys face turned bright red, he felt his heart speed up, his breath quickened and an odd feeling rose up in his gut but it was quickly overpowered by anger. Viserys tried to break out of Aegon's hold to attack Loras. “You son of a whore!!!” Viserys yelled. Only family was allowed to call him ‘Vizzy’.

Aegon and Viserys were walking through the halls

“You need to calm down your hatred of Loras, my arms have bruises on them from keeping you still, he’s not even that bad. I don’t even understand why you dislike him, he’s usually quite pleasant.” Aegon exclaimed in an exasperated voice. “No he isn’t!!!! He’s just some little brat who thinks everyone is below him just because he’s pretty!!!” Viserys exclaimed. Aegon paused and looked Viserys up and down. “You hate him….because he’s pretty?” Viserys groaned. “No you twat! I hate him because he thinks that he’s better then everyone because he’s pretty!” Aegon raised an eyebrow “But you think he’s pretty?” Viserys' face flushed red. “Shut up, Aegon! He’s a dumb pretty boy, he’s just annoying! Every little thing he does gets on my nerves! The way he breaths, the way he moves, the way he brushes his hair out of his face, the way he laughs…the way his eyes look in the sun….the way he smiles….that stupid smile!” Viserys ranted. Aegon started giggling. “Vizzy, do you need to tell me something? Don’t worry, I won't tell, after all I keep Rhaenys and Willas’ secret pretty well.” Aegon had a dumb teasing grin on his face. “I’m not sure what you’re implying but stop! You look like an idiot.” Visery punched Aegon in the arm. “I think you know exactly what I’m implying….It’s nothing to be ashamed of.” Aegon replied. “I…You know nothing!” Viserys hissed.

For a few minutes Aegon stopped and they kept walking until Aegon uttered quietly. “You know nothing will ever make us stop loving you…you’re family, your preferences won’t change that…” Viserys' anger cooled and he sighed. “I know….but don’t…don’t say anything to anyone….this feeling…It’s confusing…” Viserys muttered. Aegon nodded and put a comforting arm around Viserys. Viserys put his head on Aegons shoulder and took a deep breath in and out.

[azaleatarupa]

Greased Duck or Baked Rooster?

Writing Practice.

Note: I am open to any friendly criticism and please excuse the little German I used. I don’t oft show my writing to public so please, have mercy. 

“You’re allowed to fall apart a little.”

It was in the night her sleep was disturbed. Where wind dare not touch any sleeping. A soft knock once then twice was sounded through her room effectively jolting her from her sleep. Elizabeth Von Heigner was a woman of many hidden talents but also a woman who preferred a greased duck compared to oven baked rooster like many women would prefer at any event after hours. She turned and stared at the shabby door, praying, hoping that it was a figment of her imagination or her dreams which she had a hard time recalling at the moment and when she was just about to give up and lay down, another soft knock came from the door and by impulse, she groaned loudly. Throwing the blankets off with a huff and an arm rub to stave off the cold, she forced open the door with a glare and illuminated by the light of the moon shining in her room, it was Vistri Heele a woman of high class and status combined. “Lady Heele, it’s the hour of the serpent, why do you come to my quarters so late into the night?” Elizabeth pondered whilst stepping aside allowing Lady Vistri in.

The door shut for privacy, she guided the woman to sit in her living area near the fireplace which was simmered down to nothing but embers. “Please, excuse me. The fire died down early into the night hence the devil’s cold breath in the room.” Elizabeth complained, feeding the fire with both spare logs beside her fireplace and air from the bellow at the foot of her bed. She sat beside her as the fire both warmed the room and illuminated it. “I would’ve thought you and the Emperor would be swinging in the gardens or galivanting off into the night.” Her teasing words did nothing to uplift the Lady Heele's expression or mood, quickly throwing Elizabeth for a loop, seeing the change in in the room. “Lady Heele-“ “Refrain from naming me by formalities.” The other woman barked. Elizabeth could only lean away, concerned of why Vistri Heele, The Empress of the lands was so angry, especially with her? What had she done to spark the ire in her? She had only done as society allowed her in the presence of the Empress and Emperor and partied and gone to bed like any young eligible ladies in court or high class would. “Lady- Vistri, you know it is inappropriate for me call you by your true name, I am already disobeying law and etiquette by calling you Lady Heele and not Your Majesty or Empress.” Her golden eyes wandered that skin glowing by the fire, those eyes like the night sky, dark and foreboding you could never tell what thought nor emotion swam in those eyes. Maybe that’s what made her a great choice of Empress. Vistri, with her ire filled eyes and tense muscles, whipped to Elizabeth with a snarl. “Do I have to say it or are you going to continue to stay stupid with that clueless face of yours like always!” Now, Elizabeth truly was outright offended and hurt. “Vizzie! What on earth has gotten into you? Did you and the emperor squabble whilst fucking or something?” Golden eyes wide with offense and a snarl pulling her lips. But Vizzie looked away when Elizabeth’s face turned sour in retaliation. “Liz, don’t look at me like that.” Oh, oh now Elizabeth could see what was happening…

“What? Are you that disgusted with the taste of baked rooster and your choices?” She leaned back into the chair across from her, planting her bare feet atop the coffee table separating them. “Do you truly miss the chaste kiss of a greased duck?” From a snarl into a smirk, she allowed her night slip to loosen and show skin as it rode off her legs allowing The Empress a show. “Lizzie!” “Oh, quit acting as if it’s anything new, you’re the one that said you liked how they looked.” Now, Vistri could feel the built spit and restraint from within Lizz was right, she did say that once upon a time. “Liz, I came to you for comfort and only that.” Her voice gentle hoping for an understanding. “You come to me at the hour of the serpent and expect me to not think you’d want something other then comforting words and a shoulder to cry on?” Elizabeth mocked her while throwing her gown back over her legs with a pout. “Don’t tease me, Lizzie.” “It is you that continues to tease thine, Empress.” The raven-haired woman rose a brow to her supposed accusation. “You really think I cannot see the way you eye your maids? The way you grapple their hips like they bore you child?” “You forget, you made me the head of the maiden station, I know everything that happens here in the halls, these girls are loyal to me.” All the woman could do was blink stunned but gawffed at her childhood friend. “That says nothing, Lizzie.” Now it was Elizabeth’s turn to be sly with a raised brow and devilish turn of her lips. “Then I’d suppose you wouldn’t recall the late-night hours you spend with another lowly servant named Elizabeth fairing her golden locks and fair porcelain skin? Of course, hers is nothing compared to mine, right?” The doubt in her voice was all Vistri could hear and leaned closer, if only she could caress her cheek, to dissuade her self-doubts. “Never could compare, Hase.” She knew the words and moves to make Elizabeth melt her hard heartto her, but this was more tamed compared to her other methods. “I thought intruding on someone’s privacy was against your morals, Shatz?”

Holding her head high and pouting, blinking those eyes at her. Elizabeth huffed and smack her lips before speaking. “Not when it comes to the woman who chose a common and cunt spend rooster over me.” Adding in a whine and tears to her theatrics which got Vistri to her side in seconds, smashing her lips into hers and Elizabeth could no longer hold her act and pulled her closer by the hips. “Let me regain what that rooster has stolen from me.” Vistri could only laugh and hold her close by the sides of her face. “Make me scream, mein Elisabet.”

[vizziefizzie]

[limmastyles]

Can you post this so uncle vizzy/visiblybi can see. "Can the man just be sick and not have conspiracy theories attached to him. Shut up already. Let Harry recover like damn, stop being such a bully and making it worse for him."

Thanks ❤️

Everything is for my anons @visiblereceipts

[ooccoo]

not to be tmi but i want to brush my girlfriend’s hair while she reads to me

[magalidragon]

so this is love? | a Viserys all the world’s a stage drabble

I missed this Viserys so here he is! Enjoy!

There was something Viserys Targaryen, God of Hollywood, would never admit to anyone in the universe, even under pain of death.

Well, maybe pain of death.

But maybe not, because he was a god and he would live forever.

It was that he loved his nieces and nephews.

Like, he loved them.  A lot.  His stomach hurt when they weren't around him.  He didn't know what it was, when it first happened.  He was scared he'd gotten a bad batch of coke or something.  He didn't realize that it had gone away when his sister returned to London with ltitel Lyella in a sack on her chest, like Dany had turned into some sort of fucking Russian peasant woman in the fields of 1900s.

It got worse as she got older.  Got really bad with the twins, as annoying as they were.  Alysanne came along and he realized that he had a problem, because he didn't like it when they left London for Scotland and didn't come back for months on end.  Or when they took the kids even farther away to like the US or somewhere.  He just really, really had a problem with this and asked his sister to consult with him when in fact she was going to remove them from his vicinity.

Which was why, at this moment, he was tearing out his hair, screaming at his driver to go fucking faster! as the car whipped through the streets of London to St. Mary’s Hospital, his phone blowing up with messages from various productions, PR, and some of his latest bedroom conquests.  Not one of those messages mattered to him except the one from Dany.  

Lyella hurt on set.  At St Marys Emergency

One of the lawyers called immediately to go over liabilities; he’d told them in no uncertain terms to fuck off adn then fired them.  He didn’t give a flying fuck in space what liability the company might have for a minor being injured on set.  What mattered was that Lyella was hurt and he had to go find out what was going on.

“Hurry!” he shouted, kicking the back of the seat.  “If you get pulled over I’ll buy the fucking police department”

All he was able to gather was that while filming a scene on a harness for Princess Periwinkle:  The First Years, something had snapped and Lyella had fallen.  He had no idea what else had occurred so he needed to find out ASAP.  “I swear to teh gods if anyone did this on purpose, they’re fucking dead,” he cursed.  

The car screeched to a halt before the ER and he ran in without saying a word, ignoring security and assorted staff, waving his hands when they demanded what he was doing as he checked each room.  Didn’t they know who he was?  He shook off some guard’s hand trying to drag him away and threw cash at him.  “Get out of my way!” he shouted, turning a corner just in time to see The Wolf heading into a room holding two coffee cups.  “Ah!  Nevermind, thank you.”  

“Sir you cannot be here!”

“Go away,” he called, flicking his wrist, tossing another hundred pound note into the air.  “I'm Viserys Targaryen.”

“I don’t care who you are!”

“Vis?”  

“Uncle Vizzy!”

“What the seven hells?”  

He stepped into the small room that was clearly designed for children, sniffing at the cramped space and antiseptic smell.  “This will not do, I’m going to get you a bigger room.”  The Wolf got up to deal with the chaos, rolling his eyes and muttering something in his hard-to-understand accent about ‘pretentious dicks.’  Viserys had no idea who he was talking about.  His little sister was sitting on the edge of the bed, rolling her eyes and hiding a smile behind her coffee cup.  

She cleared her throat.  “Viserys.  I didn’t know you cared so much.”

“Shut up.”  He breezed to Lyella, who was still in costume, with her periwinkle hair and sparkling makeup.  It broke his heart– what amounted to his heart he wasn’t sure there was anything there– to see the streaks from tears in the makeup.  He reached into his breast pocket and removed some wipes, tsking under his breath.  “Darling you should never be seen without your makeup perfect.”  He started to fuss with her.  “What happened?  Who should I fire?”

Lyella giggled.  “I broke my wrist!  I fell, but it was fun because I was flying.”

“Spoken like a true Targaryen.”

“Viserys!” Dany snapped.  “Not funny!  She could have been hurt!”

“Obviously, which is why I will be launching a full scale investigation and firing anyone who had anything to do with this negligence.”  He inspected the cast that was wrapped around her wrist, set on a huge pillow with some ice packs.  It was purple.  He nodded approvingly.  “Good, matches your eyes and we can write it into the script.”

Lyella laughed again and sniffed, wincing when her wrist moved too quickly on the pillow.  “Ouch!”

“Did they not give you painkillers?  What the fuck Dany?”  He reached into his pocket and rummaged, coming up with a bottle.  He inspected the label, which had been worn off, and shrugged, opening the cap.  “Here, take a couple of these.”

Dany swatted the bottle out of his hand.  “You ass!”

“Dany!  Those were my last ones!”  

“I hardly believe that.”  She kissed Lyella’s head.  “I’ll be back, let me talk to your Uncle Viserys.”

Lyella shook her head, slumping into the pillows behind her.  “No, I want him to stay.”  

He smirked at his sister.  “Go find out what your wolf is doing.”

“Cleaning your mess up.”

“At least I’m not cleaning up one of his.”  

Dany muttered something about a dick, this time in Valyrian, and he ignored it because clearly she was talking about something she must need and perhaps the Wolf could deal with her while he remained with Lyella.  He honestly didn’t know why they were so upset.  He was just checking on his niece.  

He sat on the bed next to her and sighed, shaking his head.  “You broke your wrist, hm?”

She nodded.  “Pretty cool.”

“I suppose.”

“Why’d you come?  Thought you had work.”  She scowled.  “You weren’t on set.”

“I was busy.”

She sniffed again, her eyes narrowing, and she lifted her nose and gazed away from him, saying nothing.  It was a look he knew well, as it was one he had perfected over the years when he was mad at Dany.  He sighed, swallowing hard.  Something was very dry in his throat.  In fact, he felt a little shaky.  He didn’t know what was happening to him.  Was he coming off a high?  No, he’d done that earlier.  He reached a quivering hand to her shoulder, resting it lightly there.  She glanced down at it and then up at him again.  

He said nothing, but squeezed her shoulder gently.  “I’m sorry,” he whispered.  

“Not your fault.”  She was too wise, sometimes, his Little Parasite.  She turned her face into the pillow.  “I’m sleepy Uncle Vizzy.”

“Where are your evil spawn siblings?”

“Dunno.  Don’t care.”

He pushed some of her straggly periwinkle hair back from her face and wiped down the makeup.  “Go to sleep.  I’ll make sure they give you some good drugs.  We’ll talk about your return to the set soon.”

“Okay.”  She closed her eyes and sighed again, whispering.  “Can you sign my cast?”

“No, that’s stupid.”  

“Okay.  Night night.”  

After a few moments, she was asleep and he’d cleaned off her makeup, tossing the wipes in a bin beside the bed.  He sat there a few minutes longer, unsure what to do.  Or why he kept shaking.  He blinked hard, his eyes very dry.  Or prickly.  What was happening to him!?  He got up and turned, in time to see Dany leaning against the doorway, her tired face smiling happily at him.  He sneered.  “What?”

“Oh nothing.  Viserys Targaryen has a heart.  Who would have thought?”

“You shut your dirty mouth and stop telling lies.”

“You love her.”

“No I don’t.  She’s an investment.  I was checking up on it.”

“Hmm.  Sure.”  Dany walked over to him and reached up on her toes to wrap her arms around his neck, burying her face into his shoulder.  She hiccuped a sob.  “I was so scared.  She’s so little.”

He squeezed her.  “She’s a Targaryen.”

“She’s a Snow too.”

“Hmm…I don’t know.”  

She lightly swatted his shoulder, but kept holding him.  He rested his chin on her shoulder and sighed, closing his eyes.  Was that what this was?  Love?  Of course it was, he wasn’t a bloody idiot.  He loved Little Parasite and all her heathen siblings.  He loved his sister.  He loved his money and his production company too.  Dany murmured softly, “She’s gotta’ stay here for a couple more hours for observation and then we’ll go home.  They worried she had a concussion too.  The others are with Arya, they’ll be home and we’ll spend a couple more weeks here before heading back up to Inverness.”

His heart ached; he didn’t want them to leave.  Or maybe it was indigestion, he hadn’t eaten in a couple days.  “Stay as long as you want,” he whispered.  

“We will.  Don’t worry I won’t tell anyone that Viserys loves his niece.”  

He chuckled.  “You do and I’ll destroy your career, darling sister.”

Dany smirked up at him.  “Many have tried, no one has succeeded.  You’d never lose this investment.”

“Got me there.”  

She kissed his cheek.  “I’m going to check on Jon and see if he’s gotten the security people to stop threatening to arrest you.  Thankfully they seem to be fans of his and he’s signing autographs.  So you owe him.”

“Never,” he called.  He waited for her to leave and then slumped into the chair next to the bed, his eyes falling shut and head tilting back.  He was exhausted.  Was this what love was?  

Ugh, he hated it.  

But when he felt Lyella’s hand creep out to lightly touch his arm, he smiled and reached for it.  

And he kind of liked it too.

[grumpydevilfellow]

You know what really bugs me? When people won't shut up about like really insignificant shit that's been covered already by several other people.

Like when Hazbin Hotel came out and Tumblr did that thing where they think it's "cool" to hate on the "cringey" thing. Then yall fucking ran that shit into the ground. And like it truly did not matter in the slightest that Hazbin Hotel existed nor that it had a fandom. It's literally just a fucking adult cartoon and every social media site comes with block buttons if you didn't like the fans. It just straight up didn't matter. Oh but the creator was problematic? No one gives a shit. Not beyond a performative role anyways. Vizzy is no JK Rowling. They're youtuber famous at best. You could easily separate creator from content in this context and it wouldn't matter in the slightest because they weren't the only ones to create/work on the entire show unlike Rowling who is the only one to write their books and has HUGE influence and power.

But like no, please go ahead and give us your 2 cents on how much you hate the thing. It's been covered repeatedly from every angle imaginable, and you surely won't be bringing anything new to the table, but please continue. It's important that we know you hate this cartoon or whatever because it's "cringe" and we care.

And now I gotta deal with this every time Smash announces a new admittedly shitty dlc character because 1 the fans are gonna complain and then Twitter/Tumblr are gonna jump on the "make fun of the cringe" train and find at least 300 ways to make fun of unhappy smash fans until it's absolutely milked to death. When in reality they're just complaining about the complaining. When does it end?