#tb never forget

[sisternightroad]

I’m glad to announce the resurgence of the Trinity Blood theme day after four years of absence. For those who are new, in 2016 I've started a one-day annual event named “Never Forget” to celebrate Trinity Blood and its small but constant fandom. This feels a good year to bring it back. To bring good fortune the theme this year will be "Rebirth" and as per tradition is open to interpretation:

1. The process of being reincarnated or born again 2. A period of new life, growth, or activity; a revival

Every kind of content is welcome, aesthetics, analysis, music, fanart, fanfiction, gifs, graphics, colorings, edits, headcanons and anything else you can think of, it doesn’t matter how small or short.

I will be the planner and host, and I’ll reblog everything made for the event on my blog on the established day. Participation is free and open to everyone, there are no guidelines to contribute, but:

Tag your content as “tb never forget” so that me and others can find and share your content.

Make sure to submit your content to me if I haven’t reblogged it nor liked it in about 8 hours, a simple link is enough. If you have problems of any sort I am also available for an early submission as explained here.

Check my blog: I don’t expect you to follow me but remember to visit the “tb never forget” tag on my blog to make sure you didn't miss anything.

Welcome back to whoever is still here and welcome to those who have just arrived!

[wxrmwxxdart]

blowing a kiss to the 4 people in this fandom. love you

[jaz-xedarix]

The Mark of the Holy Woman. Episode 2

FINALLY!

In honor of the Trinity Blood Never Forget Day I wanted to upload as much as I can of the translation of R.O.M. IV, after three years of hiatus, I finally can finish at least this first part. I hate to keep promising stuff and ending up failing, but I want to finish this.

The theme of this year is "REBIRTH", so let's honor it by continuing my holy task.

This part may have mistakes, I wanted to post this as soon as possible so I didn't send it to correction before I post it, but I will send it and edit the post if necessary, remember you can point those mistakes too and I will gladly correct them.

We finally get to Episode 2: The Sorceress of the Temple. I hope you like it.

Enjoy ;)

EPISODE 2

The Sorceress of the Temple.

You, however, smear me with lies... JOB 13.4

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"I have been informed of what happened, Archbishop D'Annunzio… It is a great misfortune," the man began to speak from the monitor.

Whether it was because of his vigorous body or the cutting light shone in his eyes, like a saber, it seemed that more than the Cardinal's habit, a military uniform would have fitted him better.

Francesco Di Medici, in charge of the internal affairs of the Vatican, watched them from Rome with his hands folded under his chin. One by one, he observed them all: Caterina, who was silent; Antonio, who was more concerned with fixing his hair than anything else; and Brother Petros, standing tall with the expression of a student who had forgotten to do his homework. Then he fixed his gaze on the Archbishop again.

“To think it have to be precisely during the performance of a commemorative play of the battle of Istvan that was allowed a vampire to attack... and that they had kidnapped the very Saint... Where was that Guard you are so proud of, Archbishop?”

"Your Eminence, I have no words to apologize for our negligence, but if you will allow me..." The archbishop lowered his gaze at the Cardinal's reproachful expression. However, he did not choked with the words, but replied coldly, as if he already had the excuse ready:

“Because of the presence His Holiness and Her Eminence the Cardinal Sforza the security was concentrated around them. Please forgive my mistake: I trusted that the Director of the Inquisition, who was in the place at the moment, would be able to take care of it.”

“Eh!? But I…!”

Hearing how he tried to blame him for what had happened, the warrior monk raised his bandaged head. Petros was going to answer the accusation, but seeing the reproachful look of his superior, he remained dejected and silent.

“It's... it's true that I was there... and I can't deny my responsibility for what happened...”

“I don't know if it's right to blame everything on the director of the Inquisition... Excuses go against the morals of a knight.”

The one who came out in defense of Petros, who bravely endured the accusations, was a sweet female voice. Caterina, who until then had not done much more than cough in front of the heater, continued speaking in a calm but determined voice.

“Brother Petros' duty was His Holiness' protection. The security of the theater was in charge of the Guard... Which means that the responsibility falls on them.”

«So, it’s on you... »

The accusation wasn’t said, but Caterina looked firmly to the Archbishop. If her gaze was colder than necessary, perhaps it was due to her weak state of health. Crossing her legs under the habit, the Cardinal brought the cup of tea to her lips.

“Anyway, we'll think about all that when there's time for it. Now we have more urgent problems... We must immediately locate Esther Blanchett and the vampire who has abducted her. The progress of this investigation will also determine if we can continue with the ceremony for the fallen as it was planned...”

“The ceremonies cannot be stopped. The events of tonight are an indelible stain on our image and we cannot seem weaker. We are already the laughingstock of the secular states” Francesco replied through the monitor.

From the office window could be seen the multitude of journalists and onlookers that crowded in front of the doors of the Istvan Cathedral, built as an archiepiscopal seat to replace the Cathedral of San Mátyás, which had been destroyed a year ago.

Even the Vatican had found it impossible to keep silent the more than a thousand onlookers who had witnessed the incident. The huge propaganda for the ceremony for the fallen was also working against them. The case had already come to light in all secular states and everyone was watching for the slightest movement from the Vatican. Showing weakness at the time would have led to a decisive loss of prestige.

“So everything must go as planned. We can't allow the goddamn media to laugh at us… can we, Cardinal Borgia?”

“Of course not” said frivolously from the sofa the Minister of Vatican Public Relations.

Antonio Borgia brushed a strand of dyed hair smugly from his face and smiled with a theatrical grin.

“I've already given orders for them to report that Sister Esther was abducted by a vampire, but that thanks to the work of the City Guard and the Inquisition she has already been rescued. Now she is supposed to be at the Central Hospital recovering. By the way, couldn't we have His Holiness go and pay her a visit later? This way it will have more realism and everything, you know?

“That will buy us some time...”

The Minister of Vatican Public Relations seemed to want to keep chatting, but Francesco waved him off and stared around the room, his eyes gleaming like a saber.

“In the meantime, we must find and eliminate the vampire and rescue the sister... The investigations of the Inquisition have obtained some very peculiar data. You can proceed, Brother Matthaios”

“Thank you, Your Eminence... Allow me to introduce myself. I am Brother Matthaios from the Inquisition” said one of the figures in the room, which had remained silent until then.

He was dressed with the robe of the inquisitors, but beneath his messy dark hair, his boyish face was placidity in person. Brother Matthaios, who had arrived from Rome barely an hour ago, shuffled forward as he picked out a folder of documents for all to see.

“Here we have the results of the analysis of the fractures in the walls and the floor. It appears that the weapon the vampire used is based on a special synthesized crystal with an extremely powerful piezoelectric effect.”

“Piezoelectric effect?”

D'Annunzio raised his eyebrows at that unknown word and asked the young inquisitor with exhausted eyes:

“What is that supposed to be?”

“It means that it can cause a kind of earthquake through electrical vibrations.”

The one who answered the archbishop's question was Caterina, who did not take her eyes off the documents. The Cardinal, famous in the Vatican for her encyclopedic knowledge, explained with grace, putting her finger on her temple:

“Quartz, zircon and barium titanate… are crystals that, under a certain tension, have a piezoelectric effect that can produce discharges, in the same way, if they are introduced into an electric field, they can cause the opposite effect.”

“Which means, shortly, that if electricity is passed to them they can produce vibration and if a tension is caused they can produce electricity” added Matthaios, for those who did not have the same technical knowledge as the Cardinal. Unfolding the documents like a science teacher, he showed his audience the corresponding diagrams. “For example, a common use for it is microphones. Through electrical impulses they produce vibrations, that is, they produce sounds. Last night's weapon uses these properties to the maximum power, the vibration takes the metals to the limit of their resistance and ends up melting them, which causes the destruction of the target.”

"Well, the truth is that those details, I…" said D'Annunzio weakly, stroking his eyebrows in misunderstanding and casting a nervous glance around the room. “The important thing is to know if that technology surpasses what we have. And it is clear that the vampire is an assassin sent by the Empire, as she said herself, right?”

“That might be a hasty conclusion, Your Excellence...”

The one who then expressed her doubts was Caterina, leaving the documents on the table, coughed slightly before continuing.

“It is true that the Empire is our mortal enemy, but it has been more than a hundred years since they caused an incident. There is no reson that they have to start right now.”

“They don't provoke... Not until now, it's true, but won't they start to feel threatened now that we've occupied Istvan?”

Antonio had spoken in a serious voice, extremely rare for him, at the same time that he pointed with his chin towards the map that was hanging on the wall.

Before Armageddon, the city could be proud to be one of the pillars of central Europe, but today it was no more than a border city of two hundred thousand inhabitants. The surroundings of the urban nucleus were full of uninhabitable ruins and the tunnels of the old subway were nothing more than dark caverns.

The vampire would not be short of places to hide, and spotting her in this terrain would be extremely difficult.

“But, well, whatever are the intentions of our enemy, the important thing is to capture the vampire... Is there any news about her possible whereabouts?”

“The city guard is working hard on it with their full force.”

As if recovered from nervousness, D'Annunzio finally raised his head and, tracing a ring around the city with his finger, explained:

“The routes out of the city are all blocked and there are checkpoints on all the railway lines. In addition, we are sending squads with anti-vampire equipment to the underground tunnels.”

“I see. They are very wise measures, but isn't it a bit risky?” asked Matthaios, after raising his hand in a humble gesture, scratching his head he continued with a worried face, “With your permission, the Guard has no actual combat experience and their anti-vampire equipment is very limited. Even if they find her, the probability that the vampire will end up killing them is very high… May I dare to ask you to accept that the Inquisition participate in the mission?”

“Brother Matthaios, I thank you very much for the offer, but right now it is only you and Brother Petros, rather, since Brother Petros is wounded, we only have you. As much as you are inquisitor, it doesn't change the thing too much either.”

“Just me? Oh, of course! There's something I haven’t told you yet...” Matthaios clapped his hands, as if he had just remember something important, he explained with crystal clear voice: “Precisely now there are waiting at the airport of István three aircraft that carry a few hundred special policemen. I myself have come with a detachment that was on maneuvers in Triest. Ah!, and by the afternoon we expect near to two hundred more men as reinforcements.

“What? Is that right?”

Considering that not even twelve hours had passed since the incident, the speed of the deployment was extraordinary. Not only D'Annunzio, but also Caterina and Antonio raised their eyebrows in surprise. However, the inquisitor remained smiling and his eyes calm.

“As they were on maneuvers, we still have to reorganize the chain of command and provide them with the necessary equipment, but I think it won't take long to solve these issues. Give me an hour and I'll have them ready for combat.”

“Well, what a speed of reaction… I didn't expect less from you, Brother Matthaios. I see that the rumors that you are the best commander the Vatican has are not false. Very different from another that I know.” (T.N.: I’m angry now, sorry XD)

D'Annunzio unexpectedly began to praise the inquisitor. Even if they were already on maneuvers, transporting five hundred men, an entire battalion, across that distance in a few hours and having them ready to go into action really demonstrated prodigious capabilities.

“Magnificent. If we can count on the collaboration of such an experienced corps as the special police and the leadership of an inquisitor with such talent there is nothing to fear. I leave it in your hands, Brother Matthaios.”

As the archbishop filled the inquisitor with praise, like a teacher encouraging his favorite student, a barely perceptible voice sounded behind him.

“And… me…?” (T.N.: my heart is broken 💔)

The warrior monk, who was slumped in a corner, raised his hand with some fear.

“Please allow me to join the operation and regain the honor I’ve lost last night. We will find the vampire and I myself will bring you her head...”

“No, you won't go, Petros.”

The one who flatly rejected Petros' request was not the archbishop. On the monitor, Francesco was shaking his head sternly.

“The operation can be conducted by Matthaios alone. You look for the safety of His Holiness.”

“Eh!? But, Your Eminence…! I…!”

“Don’t get me wrong... it is not that I don’t trust you...”

The truth is that the expression of Francesco cannot be matched with someone who rebukes a subordinate. However, the veteran knight spoke with a firm voice, which did not admit reply. He nailed the sharp stare on Petros, then he explained clearly:

“As long as we have not captured the vampire, the chances that she will attempt to attack His Holiness' life are very high. In anticipation of this contingency, there must be someone by his side capable of protecting him. That's what I mean.”

“Eh…? But...”

Il Ruinante lowered his head at the stern, if not cold, words of his superior. First he blushed, and then he turned pale. With a pained look on his face, he muttered through clenched teeth:

“Understood... as you command, sir...”

“I've said it before: All of this should be kept hidden from the media. If they find out, they can do irreparable damage...” Francesco concluded, after looking at Petros and Matthaios.

The Cardinal had a determined but nervous expression, unusual for him. It wasn't strange. An error in the management of that problem would make it turn into something much worse than a simple incident that occurred in the provinces. At worst, it could end up affecting the power of the Vatican itself.

Looking out at the high ranks gathered in the room, the man whose iron arm held the Vatican in place repeated in a grave tone:

“An imperial noble has kidnapped our Saint... This is not a simple vampire attack, it could become the spark of a new crusade, we must be prepared for anything.”

“What has happened, Your Eminence?”

When Caterina returned to her assigned room, the silver-haired priest got up from the sofa impatiently. He would have not slept all night, because he was nervously looking at his superior, looking pale and haggard.

“What are the instructions? How are we going to proceed with the search?”

"The Ministry of Holy Affairs* does not have the right to participate in the operations..". (*T.N.: Need to check the correct name to be consistent)

Caterina coughed lightly as she handed her cardinal miter to the other priest in the room: Father Tres Iqus. The cold was very intense. After sitting down in front of the heater, she slowly caught her breath.

“The search will be carried out by the Inquisition and the special police. We will take care of the protection and assistance of the Pope.”

“Wha... but the one who has been kidnapped is one of ours!”

With a violent cry, very rare of him, Abel had turned even paler than Caterina. His voice, excited and trembling, revealed that he had spent the night awake, remorseful for having allowed a companion to be abducted before his eyes.

“Who has decided something so stupid as the companions of the abducted cannot participate in the search!? Right now Esther may...”

“Calm down, Abel...”

Caterina tried to calm the priest with a serene voice, he looked like he was going to get out in a rush at any moment.

Normally, the priest was so calm that he exasperated others, but this time the guilt was probably too strong. Trying to ignore the dark feelings that were beginning to bubble inside her, the Cardinal looked at the hysterical priest and explained calmly:

“I think it goes without saying that Sister Esther's safety comes first for me. She is a key agent who brought back invaluable information from the Empire. Losing her now would be a tremendous blow.”

“But we can't ignore His Holiness' protection either...”

The monotonous voice that joined the conversation was Tres’. The mechanical soldier continued speaking without any trace of feeling about the possibilities they had:

“As long as the vampire is within the city, the chances that her next target will be the Pope or Her Eminence are very high. If an attack did occur, we would be responsible. It must be avoided at all costs.”

“Okay, so you can stay with the Cardinal, Father Tres” Abel answered immediately, preparing to leave the room.

This abrupt manner of speaking was not at all normal for the priest.

“In the meantime, I'll go find Esther around the town! Since I was here a year ago, I know the streets a little. Not that I'm going to wander aimlessly...”

“Negative. It is not advisable to disperse our combat capabilities, Father Nightroad. Our goal is to protect His Holiness and Her Eminence. We must also count on Cardinal Borgia. It is physically impossible that one can cover alone all the three objectives at a time. The minimum necessary is two units, which are you and me.”

“Eh…?”

Faced with the cold but exact reasoning, the silver-haired priest was speechless. He tried to think of a reply, but finally remained silent. Anyway, he turned decisively towards Caterina, with a face of not giving up, and looked with imploring eyes at his superior:

“Please... Your Eminence... I... Esther...”

“No. Impossible, Abel… I mean, Father Nightroad” Caterina said, shaking her head calmly at the priest's pleas. “I fully understand how you feel. I am also very worried about Sister Esther. But the vampire is still among us. If she attacks again, who will be here to defend us against her? Who will defend me and Alessandro? Only you can do it. Also, Abel...”

The priest bit his lip at the calm reprimand. In his watery eyes danced the image of those whom he had to protect. The cardinal cast her last sentence towards that gaze like a winter lake.

“Is it worthless for you to defend us?”

“...”

As if he had strings and they had been cut, the young man dropped his eyelids. He closed his eyes tightly and his face, with the expression of someone who had just drank poison, was drained of all color. But his lips opened one more time just to spit:

“Coward... That's a coward answer, Caterina... I can't believe that...”

After whispering those words, the priest went to the door.

“Where are you going, Father Nightroad? We are in the middle of a meeting. Come back immediately!”

The voice scolded Abel harshly, but he ignored it and reached for the doorknob. Without changing his expression, Tres quickly caught his partner in front of the door...

“You don't have to follow him, Father Tres” the Cardinal said, stopping the short priest with a gesture. “Even if we don't chase him, Father Nightroad won't abandon us… I know how he is”

What was that expression that crossed over the beautiful woman's face? Disgust with herself, anger...? A veil of pain darkened her face. But it was only an instant. Recovering her serenity immediately, the Cardinal ordered her subordinate:

“Father Tres, take care of the cathedral. I have to solve some matters and then accompany His Holiness to the Central Hospital. Take care of the preparations.”

“Positive.”

Even after receiving the orders, the mechanical soldier remained standing for a moment, as if to say something, but in the end he withdrew silently through the same door his companion had used.

After verifying that the rhythmic echo of the boots had died down the hall, the Cardinal leaned against the back of her chair. Bringing the handkerchief to her lips, she coughed slightly...

“A despicable woman…” she groaned softly between her lips in a hoarse voice.

She had coughed so badly that her voice heard broken. Seeing the slight reddish stain that had appeared on the white lace of the handkerchief, on her face there was no shadow of the Lady of Steel that caused terror to all.

“I am… I am a despicable woman.”

Still coughing, she tossed the bloody handkerchief into the fireplace.

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Thank you for your patience, see you next time!

If you find some mistake, please let me know in comments, don't forget to ❤ and reblog.

Stay safe guys. Hugs!

[somanyguys]

[trinity-blood-translations]

"Rebirth" - INRI - TB never forget 2023

Igne Natura Renovatur Integra - in a different light….....

Although I already wrote about it bit, but I wanted to show an another interpretation of it. The way the Rosicrucians saw it. Igne natura renovatur integra vs. Iesus Nazarenus Rex Iudaeorum

One stands for RCO the other for Vatican (AX) but both have the same acronyms. While the inscriptions of the crux of Jesus (Jesus of Nazareth, King of the Jews) is clear (see P.S. below), the slogan of the Rosenkreuz Orden (through fire, nature is reborn whole) has different possibility of interpretation. As TB Wiki says, RCO wants to destroy the world in order to renew it (after).

But Rosicrucians meant it in a differently, viz "Regenerate matter through mind". So it was not about destruction but more about the might of the mind - with focus on the rebirth of the matter. The mind is the key for forming the matter in order to create something new. It means, the inner fire of the spirit should be free and undefiled, then is able to transform the outer shell: the being will be reborn in his pure original form, but on a higher level.

I see this in Trinity Blood as Cain tries all the time to renew his body, however his mind seems not strong and pure enough for it, since he had been go mad since he merged 100% with his nanomachines. In contrast to him, Abel manages to reborn completely, also on a higher level, because his mind is strong enough. (Ok, Lilith's nanomachines helped maybe a bit too… 😜)

Cain and Abel from manga (by Kiyo Qjo)

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P.S. The original INRI inscription "Jesus of Nazareth, King of the Jews" was meant as a kind of mockery for Jesus, since they wanted to represent him as someone who is trying to be a king, however it wasn't allowed for jews to call themself "king". Also they used this as a legal basis for his conviction.

PS.2: Sorry for being late for this year's tb never forget, but better later than never.

[nuttycheychey]

Rebirth

[sisternightroad]

THE ARCHETYPE OF RESURRECTION - part 1

The archetype of resurrection is a religious motif where a god (or goddess) who died is later resurrected. It originated in the ancient religions of the Near East and it's linked to the fertility rites that occurs during spring. Famous examples are Osiris, Adonis, Dionysus and Jesus.

The exact extent and characteristics of this archetype are still under debate, however there's a consensus about the fact that there's a pattern in mystery religions and derived cults in which a god dies, is lamented and retrieved from a woman and restored to life.

One example is the figure of the Kresnik from Slavic folk religion, that is centered around rites that propitiate fertility and themes of death and rebirth, symbolizing the generativity of nature in a broad sense. The old word Kres indicates "fire" and "sun" but also broadly the awakening of both nature and man and shares the same root as the Greek for "Young man" and "Ceres", the Roman and Greek goddess of fertility, in fact in folklore the Kresnik's victory is usually followed by a rain of golden wheat.

It's linked to the pre-Christian myth of Božit, son of God, who appears on St. George's day to revive vegetation and make the wheat harvest plentiful, as well as the rituals of Jarylo and Zeleni Jurij, that celebrate the yearly return and marriage of the god of vegetation and fertility who marries his sister and is periodically born and then dies.

[karafina]

trench coat men from x in a foodie slice of life parody. nobody gets them like i do.

[agardenandlibrary]

Reading the Bone Season is like reading a cyberpunk novel from the 80s but with clairvoyants. "I am a hard done by 19 year old working in an oxygen bar. You know what they say: do not become addicted to oxygen, the only legal drug in the Scion. The voyants were in the criminal underground of Scion London, called SciLo. I'm a mind hacker." Etc. etc.

But like. They call it "mime crime"

Mime hyphen crime.

[mer-se]

Solstice and falling stars

[bloodhailmp3]

just walked past a student nurse at work who had a panchiko sticker on their laptop :O

[bonknigirlinthehood]

I saw someone on Twitter talking Abt theory of “everyone in amphoreus is saved but they forget Phainon's existence”

What if…you were pregnant with his before he sacrificed himself…then proceed to forget who the father is, yet when the baby was born your tears fell and slowly you remembered Phainon… .You and TB are literally the ones who remember him now, and you can't even show off your child's resemblance to other people because no one remembers…not even Mydei.

It was painful, seeing the features of him on your little one, yet you can't see or even talk about him anymore. All that is left is just fragments of memories, where you are barely able to recall–and the child he left you with.

Maybe, just maybe, the three of you will get to become family in the next life. Maybe you will get to see him carrying his little one on his shoulder, maybe you will get to have a picnic under a big tree in spring, and then maybe…you can have another child, expanding your little family together.

You cried as you held onto the accessories he gave you on that sacred day. You lazily spin the ring around your finger, a blue jewel adorning the golden surface.

He would like to see you wearing a matching ring with him, he said. Phainon kissed your hand as he kneel in front of you, in front of his muse, while whispering sweet promises he knew he will never be able to fulfill.

“It's okay” you whisper weakly to yourself.

“Next time, we will get to wear it under the golden sunlight”.

[coffeebooksrain18]

While i do think Rhaenyra cared about Alicent when they were young, she was also a little too quick to turn against her if you ask me. She blamed Alicent for marrying Viserys as if she had any other choice. From the beginning it's painfully obvious that Rhaenyra is extremely spoiled and entitled. Viserys (despite being literally the worst at everything) was actually a good father to Rhaenyra, in my opinion. As a result, Rhaenyra grew up in a bubble thinking that other women had the same freedom as she did. The freedom to fuck whoever, to marry or not marry, not have children whenever with whoever. That is not Alicent's reality though. Alicent had no choice in anything, not even her own body. She didn't choose to marry Viserys or have his children. Alicent is a victim of Viserys but Rhaenyra is too self absorbed to see it. She turned her back on Alicent when she needed her the most, watched her birth child after child and still had the audacity to be mad at her. Tbh i'm suprised Alicent tried to maintain their friendship for as long as she did, i could never. Especially since how from that point on, Rhaenyra takes any opportunity she can to rub her freedom in Alicents face. Imagine doing that to the girl your own father groomed and raped. And TB wants us to think that she's a ''feminist icon''

*btw this is obviously about the show version of the characters

I completely agree, I've talked about how Rhaenyra and her stans completely disregard the fact that Rhaenyra has also hurt Alicent, that it's not just Alicent saying rude things.

Rhaenyra is spoiled, I think she is the definition of only child syndrome and rich kid syndrome, she doesn't understand others povs can't see from someone else's perspective.

I've talked about how Alicent had no power to say no to her father, or Viserys when she visited him and married Viserys. People forget she isn't a powerful woman in that time, at least compared to the power Rhaenyra has.

And yes it was clear it was the show version anon.

[coffeebooksrain18]

I really wonder what sort of crazy shit TBs are snorting up sometimes, especially when they say things like. "A eye for a eye a son for a son." As they seem to forget one VERY important thing, Luc never lost his eye! Luc never got punished for it in any sense let alone got his eye taken out!

They also say "Aemond needed to have better control of Vhagar! Him losing control of her shows how he isn't a TRUE Targaryen!" But they also seem to forget Vhagar was chill, calm, followed Aemonds commands perfectly, she only went crazy when Arrax, Lucs Dragon, didn't listen to Luc and shot fire at Vhagar, a fucking WAR DRAGON, pissing her off and killing Arrax and by extension Luc. So who really lost control of their Dragon?

[daenerys-apolog1st]

Team Green is so fucking delusional, I swear, but what’s new?

First of all, there ARE thousands of smallfolk on Dragonstone, that’s literally the point. Dragonstone is the seat of the heir to the throne, where they’re meant to rule a populated island in preparation for them ruling the Seven Kingdoms, kind of like a practice run and a test of their skills before they actually rule. Just because the writers of HotD ignore all the political intricacies and world building of asoiaf- (political intricacies and world building that made GoT so popular, I might add) -in favor of “cooler” action scenes and “blah blah blah Rhaenicent” doesn’t make it any less true.

And Team Green forgets, or likely ignores since it contradicts their “TG cares about family” bullshit, but Aegon and Helaena- (Jaehaerys’ PARENTS) -literally didn’t want the funeral to happen.

Otto outright TELLS US ON SCREEN that the reason they’re doing it is to garner sympathy and turn people away from the Blacks- (which is why the announcer is saying “behold the work of Rhaenyra the Cruel” rather than a eulogy or anything about Jaehaerys) -and then we see both Aegon and Helaena oppose that, only to get steamrolled by Otto and Alicent. Helaena says she doesn’t want to grieve in front of the smallfolk, but then Alicent pressures her before trying to cover her ass about Criston. Aegon literally states outright that he doesn’t want his son’s body dragged through the streets and looks to Alicent for help, but she ignores him and—by how Otto acts in that scene—we can assume that Otto pushed until he got his way or simply did it without Aegon’s consent.

They likely WANTED a private funeral like Rhaenyra had, but unlike Rhaenyra- (who was surrounded by people who actually cared about her and Lucaerys, which is why we don’t get “behold the work of Aegon the Cruel” and using her son’s body as a political pawn) -Aegon and Helaena were surrounded by people who cared more about power than their actual family, despite what TG would have you think.

As for Team Black supposedly “not caring about the smallfolk like Team Green,” where’s the damn proof?

Rhaenyra getting mad and making a petulant comment at seventeen after watching a play they held making fun of an insecurity she’s had for years? Daemon killing a random guy as a body double for Laenor in a scene that doesn’t exist in the books? Rhaenys making her entrance at Aegon’s coronation in another scene that never happens in the books? The dragonseed scene which, again, NEVER HAPPENS IN THE BOOKS?

At this point, the show is basically fan fiction and I’m gonna treat it as such- (but with much less respect tbh) -because say what you will about F&B being a “biased history book,” but y’all know damn well that the Maesters would’ve JUMPED at the chance to talk all about how terrible TB was if any of that shit had actually happened.

But hey, if TG wants to use it as evidence in their arguments, so can I!

Did TG care about the smallfolk when Aegon raped a serving girl and Alicent threatened her into silence? Did TG care about the smallfolk when they started a war they knew damn well would result in the deaths and suffering of smallfolk? Did TG care about the smallfolk when Aegon killed all the rat catchers, including innocent people who didn’t do anything? Did TG care about the smallfolk when they spent money on lavish feasts for themselves while the smallfolk of King’s Landing starved?

And that’s not even including anything from the books, in which they—unsurprisingly—murder smallfolk on a much bigger scale, like Aemond burning the Riverlands.

But hey, Team Green is “team smallfolk,” right?

Call me crazy but I’m not gonna take a single scene where Aegon is nice to a peasant who is ACTIVELY STROKING HIS EGO as evidence of him and his side giving a damn about the smallfolk when everything else they do is in opposition to that.

And, not for nothing, but Rhaenyra was said to have charmed and earned the love of the smallfolk in the books, who quite literally went to FIGHT and DIE for her—not to mention that it’s someone from TEAM BLACK in the books who points out the fact that smallfolk are dying and that that’s a bad thing:

“I’ll have no songs about how brave you died, Kingmaker. There’s tens o’ thousands dead on your account.” — Plate Longleaf to Criston Cole

So like…yeah.

I’m not gonna sit here and say that Rhaenyra and co. were out on the streets handing out soup to the homeless or had plans of turning KL into a classless communist utopia or whatever, but let’s not pretend that Team Green was any better.

And if either side is “team smallfolk” it’s not the ones who started a war over greed, knowing how badly it would harm the people of the realm 🤷‍♀️

[aemvnd]

the more and more i think about alicent and rhaenyra's "friendship", the more i think that alicent deserved way better ִ ִ i dunno, i just find it crazy how tb is always like, "alicent betrayed rhaenyra" and "alicent stole the throne from rhaenyra to give to her son" ִ ִ what the fuck was alicent supposed to do? come on, team black supporters, think.

it was rhaenyra who betrayed alicent first when she lied to her about daemon touching her, let us not forget. also, it was always alicent trying to reach out to rhaenyra to make amends, but rhaenyra was too much of a spoiled brat to realize that alicent never had a choice to marry who she wanted, unlike rhaenyra.

rhaenyra was given a choice on who she would marry at the beginning before viserys grew too frustrated ִ ִ and henceforth, he picked out a husband for her (all because rhaenyra thought she was too good for any of the lords presented to her) ִ ִ for fucks sake, she could've married harwin if she truly wanted, and honestly it would've been better if she had since then her children's legitimacy wouldn't be put into question.

and i'm sorry, but the whole "the greens are traitors" is just soo silly to me because really ִ ִ what tf did y'all expect? was alicent just supposed to happily bend the knee to rhaenyra when ALL of her children's lives would be put in jeopardy?

that no matter what, as long as aegon, aemond, and daeron breathed, their claim would ultimately always be stronger than rhaenyra's claim (especially aegon's) − regardless of what viserys wanted, aegon is the firstborn son and has a very strong (and legitimate) claim regardless of tb's denial ִ ִ it's just a fact.

besides that, rhaenyra literally says it herself, that she "must" take aegon's head for all to see ִ ִ i guess she must've forgotten all about jaehaerys, just like the writers made her forget all about her own son, lucerys.

i also find it comical that tb's defense in all of this is "an eye for an eye, a son for a son" ִ ִ but what justice was done for aemond when he lost his eye? or are we just forgetting the fact that there was no justice given to the child who was maimed by his bastard nephew?

i dunno ִ ִ i just guess that if i was put in alicent's shoes, i too would crown my son for the purposes of not only just protecting my children, but also to spite my deadbeat (rapist) husband who neglected and ignored not just me, but all of my children.