is it safe to say that i actually fucking hate alicent hightower and everything related to her? i absolutely despise her. i have never seen a character who proves that there are beings less intelligent than amoebas and ciliates.
her stupidity, self-righteousness, and hypocrisy, topped off with a disgusting sprinkle of romanticization of her actions and relationships, are off the charts. nothing is ever her fault. Itâs always someone else who put ideas in her head and words in her mouth. always "well, she thought she was doing good." no, she simply has no brain, she cannot think.
alicent is the living embodiment of "you reap what you sow" most of what she suffers from is the direct result of her own actions and choices. at some point, you can no longer blame everything on her "ambitious daddy", or how she was young girl in the horrific situation of forced marriage and forced childbirth, as if sheâs still young and naive. you can be either young and naive, or grown and stupid. there is no such thing as a harmless, stupid adult.
it was unbearable to watch a grown-ass woman "slowly realizing" that she'd been used as a pawn by her father because of his political ambitions - the same man who never even bothered to hide it and was the first to speak up. is she like so fucking slow it took her around 20 years to realize something is off? even when her father sent her to visit the widowed king alone in his chambers in her mother's beautiful half- translucent dress?
she constantly shoots herself in the foot, but everyone around her pays the price first. and even when she does face the fact that it's her own fault - she doesn't learn from her mistakes and sees no consequences. it is always "too late" for her to do anything and it just it. it is not even the "character who purposefully avoid consequences of their actions" type of thing.
there is no even a slap on the face, some people like geeta believe it is not even a big deal between alicent and rhaenyra.
almost all the characters are devoid of any real self-reflection or feelings. even when her daughter stood there crying after her son was beheaded - alicent's first instinct was to talk about how helaena saw her fucking with cole. the same daughter she made believe that if she was good and did her duty, she would be protected.
i still canât get over her smug fucking response: "oh, the arrogance of blaming me, as if you would not have been challenged regardless" when rhaenyra said she brought war. the sheer arrogance of her to wave off her blame because rhaenyra is woman.
and then in the trailer, they try to sell her as "the voice of reason". this woman â who upheld patriarchy, believed a man should sit the throne, usurped the crown princess â now dares to warn rhaenyra that her claim will lead to ruin. and why? simply because she dared to challenge the patriarchal world. because she is a woman, it is not her place, she will not be able to hold the crown and everyone will be dead because of it.
it's just insane - the shit they're doing to her character and then framing it as good, noble, and tragic. she was tragic when she was young â a noble young lady who spent her entire life following orders, honoring duty and traditions. she did everything "right", she behaved "as woman should", she kept her head down, endured her husband's rot, bore his heirs, attended to his wounds, prayed in the sept like a good and pious lady, and swallowed every humiliation.
there are women out there who feel that because they "followed the rules" and behaved the way "women are supposed to" they are owed the things they want, and when they don't get those things - but instead see women who exist outside those rules getting what they want - they become resentful, bitter, vindictive. they don't question the rules, they don't question the system - they question the other women. she hates rhaenyra for things she did because she envious them â but at the same time she hates her for doing this exactly things.
alicent grew up like that, and it was certainly understandable even if still dumb and petty for my taste. but later she turns from envious enraged woman who threw all her strength and voice into shitting on rhaenyra, slutshaming her (it is funny how she accused rhaenyra of things and then, when rhaenyra bit her back with her own words, she said "dont judge me for what you yourself have done". like, yeah, she just called you out on bullshit), spread words of rhaenyra's children being bastards despite it being a treason and can lead to mothers and childrens death, probably not first time made rhaenyra "bring the child immediately" as laenor implied, then raised her children to believe that aegon is the true king, woman can't rule, that rhaenyra will murder them all, that rhaenyra's kids will murder them all too, that they can humiliate each other only if nobody is there to see â to a woman who suddenly surprised that her own children actually grew up to be cruel and absolutely hopelessly detached. then she's suddenly tired of all this war, ready to name rhaenyra queen, and oh, she actually never wished harm upon rhaenyra and her babies! the woman who actually rushed with valyrian steel at her and wanted to cut her son's eye with more than high chance to actually ending up murdering him. but wait â then she suddenly believes that her dead husband's deathbed murmurs were about her son, even if there is zero actual reasons to believe in it and he wasn't even making full sentences, so she usurps rhaenyra, even tried to make rhaenys to side with her by saying "we do not rule but we may guide the men that do". to a woman who was called "our queen to be" by good queen alysanne, and later "the queen who never was" after her rights were stripped away by men. while asking her to help usurp another woman, like a real fucking clown.
all the planning, the scheming, making sure her son knew that she made sacrifices to put him on the throne he never even wanted, hiding the body, the coronation, the locking and murdering of people who are loyal to rhaenyra. the whole war.
and after that? she just... doesn't want war. through the whole war. everything happened only for her to drop her sons after all bloodshed like "fuck em kids" and ask rhaenyra to abandon her husband, her children including two babes, her crown, her home - and just run away with her. the woman who basically did everything to make rhaenyra's life hell.
they not only had a conversation that showed in details how alicent does not give a shit about what harm she caused to rhaenyra because she is desperate for her own relieving of the crown, war and everything, but proved how their friendship outlived long-long ago. it is absurd to think that rhaenyra actually considered it, that the whole scene is definitely normal and eventually lead to whatever we have in trailer and will have in season 3. make it make sense.
i hope she gets crushed by a flying tank or something, will be put out of her misery, because this is just impossible to even comprehend. I've seen a lot of idiotic characters and actions in hotd, but she's the absolute star of this show. true seven star. rhaenyra also gives hints that she will be crazy and this will definitely turn into "a legless blind man says he knows the way and leads by the hand one deaf handless man".
she's doing the stupidest unexplainable shit ever, everyone around her just in pure ass because she had a hand in it, before they kicked her out because of course the men who have been fighting against the woman on the throne won't listen to you and won't think you're important enough, and then everyone is doing whatever mad shit they are doing while she is in rhaenyra's mercy as the sounding of conscience, wisdom and sanity.
i honestly hate how when people talk about jacaerys' plan for the dragonseeds, they only remember the "two betrayers" and say things like how his plan was terrible and led to his mother's downfall and that at least in the show he calls out the plan as stupid. as if addam and nettles were nothing but a joke.
there were two traitors and two loyalists who left rhaenyra for their own safety after she turned on them and was loosing her sanity. not to mention, addam still chose to fight for her cause anyway, just to prove his devotion and how bastards can be noble. just like jacaerys believed in them.
I've already shared my headcanons about the targaryens before, but I want to add that I genuinely love their canon appearance. they're renowned for their striking, otherworldly beauty â pale skin, silver-gold or silver hair, and eyes in varying shades of purple, violet, or indigo.
of course, not every single one of them looks like a man and a woman made love, but they all possess features that make them stand out. they exist on a spectrum - either unsettling, like something out of the uncanny valley, or utterly divine, or terrifyingly beautiful as horrific gods. they truly feel otherworldly, especially when you mix their canonical traits with my headcanons about their dragon blood and unique physics. they're almost like albinos who have their own albinos, if we consider on what race they were based on.
I can see why their appearance would be such a big deal to them and to others. even if rhaenyra's sons had been 100% confirmed as laenor's biological children with DNA test on their foreheads, people would still have pointed fingers at them for not looking enough.
but actually, what I really want to do with this is compliment harwin strong's looks. the strong look â tall, big, strapping, broad-shouldered. lucamore was a strapping, broad-shouldered bull, as was his brother bywin. lyonel was a large, burly man, formidable and often mistaken for a brute. and harwin was the strongest man in the seven kingdoms in his day - massive and redoubtable.
jacaerys, lucerys and joffrey were all described as strapping boys, and I LIVE for that. the combination of targaryen beauty with a strapping, athletic build actually makes them more attractive to me. oh, they would have gone far with this, and their wits and skill at arms.
I like the actors, but I like idea of "strong-look" more ngl, especially when the show stripped even the intellectual aspects from their characters.
I absolutely love the idea of them all being that big and robust. I always include this in my fanfic ideas. I love headcanoning that all the kids inherit the strong looks â the strong physique, the height. and the daughters too! tall, wirth defined appearance of muscles, or just really muscular, solid, sturdy build, or built thick.
often people use a strong!reader in their fics, but it usually only affects hair and/or eye color. that's not enough for me. In my head, I can clearly see how aegon would be visibly hot and bothered by a woman who is taller and more built than him. or aemond - given his personality and skills - being completely undone by a lady who can finally match him physically. or any other character you want! I just love tall and strong women, especially since I'll never be that way in real life, even if I lived in a gym. I also find this trope incredibly cool when applied to rhear oyce - I definitely have that in my head, her being that muscular. and for some stark women and mormonts too.
ŕźâ§âË.ËSummary: your boyfriend, Spencer reid, has you sexually frustrated from all of his nerdy antics.
â§.*WC: 2k
âšÜËCW: Smut, Fluff, reader is so down bad for Spencer (arenât we all), Spencer wants her just as bad. Breeding!kink (whoops how'd that get there), oral (f-receiving), P in V, drool, afab reader desc, pet names like good girl, sweetheart i think, sweet girl, pretty.
âŞâ§âËA/N: hi all im still gonna write the pain!kink Injured!spencer fic i wrote about in the poll dont think i forgot LMFAOAO heres something to hold you guys off for rn
Your sex drive was average to none before you met Spencer. Your friends would often poke fun at your prudish attitude towards the opposite sex and youâre aversion to putting yourself out there. But the day that you met Spencer Reid when bumbling through a small bookshop on mainstreet and crashing into him (Spilling youâre iced matcha all over him and his newly purchased book) youâve been obsessed. Not because heâs just such a pretty man, but because of his mind.
You love to hear him talk. Like this one time, he was ranting about how Scott Fitzgerald plagiarized his wifeâs writing and how she gets absolutely none of the praise and then you proceed to spend the next ten minutes kneeled in between his legs, giving him the sloppiest, drooliest, head ever.
Or another time when he started talking to you about how Paradise Lost shouldâve been written in Latin because its noun cases would better support the structural order that Milton attempted to impose when you guys went for a walk in the park and then you guys steamed up the windows of your vintage ford mustang as he gave you the dicking of a lifetime.
Its so strange to you because in your previous relationships you were never the one to initiate sex. But with Spencer, itâs like an instinct. Yesterday he was rambling to you and usually youâre very attentive to what he has to say but all youâd heard was âblah blah blah lexicon blah blah.â and then out of nowhere he's moaning your name and youâre riding him??? So weird? Like you did you just materialize onto his lap????Â
This evening is no different. You guys are watching Doctor Who in bed, your head lying on his chest as it rises and falls. The light from the television screen reflects on the slope of his nose and his cheeks. His soft brown eyes are so focused on the TV screen and you need him so so so badly. You need to get your mind off of cracking him⌠just for a second. You could barely walk today from last night, you need to pump the brakes.
âWhatâd you do today?â
âWe didnât have a case so the team spent today at the office catching up on paper work,â He smiles down at you. His hand finds the flushed skin below your shirt at your waist. âI went out to get lunch for the team at that bakery you like down the streetâI uh actuallyâŚâgot you a danish from there today for later. It's in the kitchen.â You plant a quick kiss on his lips. Your poor, sweet boyfriend. Sometimes youâre worried that youâre going to break him in half someday because you two go at it so much. You know that he loves to be intimate, especially with you and that your need for him canât be one sided because he initiates sex a lot too but dammit you canât help but feel like such a pervert around him all the time.Â
âThank you,â You say, exhaling. âWhat else did you do today?â
âOn my way back I played chess in the park with three different people at the same time. It was pretty was funâ
You crawl on top of him, perching yourself in his lap before kissing him slowly as you roll your hips down onto him.
âYeah?â You exhale, your hands softly running up and down his chest. âDid you win?â
His hands find your waist, and then grope the plush of your ass through your short shorts as he cymbals from the friction against his dick. âI always win.â
You leave a dozen of sloppy kisses trailing down his neck, leaving him whiny and helplessly running his hands over the flesh of your hips.
âY/nâ he says, breathily.
Your head perks up from his neck and you redirect your focus back to his face. âMhm?â You begin peppering his face with kissing, starting at his cheek.
âDo you get um⌠aroused whenever I talk about the stuff that I like?â
âI get aroused whenever you talk, period.â
âBut specifically, you initiate sex with me the most whenever I'm rambling about the latest book that Iâve re-read or whatever degree that Iâm considering on getting next orâ my point is.â He sighs, âDo you only initiate sex with me to get me to stop talking? I know that I can ramble on and on but-â
âSpence no, Iâd never.â You reassure him, hand cradling his face as he looks up at you, expressioned vulnerable and pleading for you to convince him that youâre being honest. How dare he even think about that. âI love hearing you talk and I think that everything that you have to say is interesting. Itâs justâ I don't know how to explain itâŚit kind of just heightens my attraction to you. Its like a catalyst almost.â
âReally?â He asks, unsure.
âYes, really.â you say, genuinely. He leans forward to meet capture your lips in a kiss. His hands move to your tits, his thumbs immediately finding your nipples and rubbing them through the thin cloth of your camisole. You whine as your back arches from the sudden stimulation goes straight to your core.
âGod, Y/N youâre going to be the death of me.â he says before he flips you over onto your back.
âCan I take these off, angel?â He whispers, pressing a kiss to your jaw as his fingers find the waistband of your shorts.
âYes.â you breath out.Â
He pulls your shorts down and discards them to the side of the bed. You werenât wearing panties. He sighed at the sight of you glistening with anticipation.
âSo wetâ he says to himself as he hooks your legs over his shoulders.
He presses a sloppy opened mouth kiss onto your clit before slight opening his mouth and letting a string of drool drip down your cunt, leaving you whining. He flattens his tongue against your opening and licks a fat stripe up your pussy.
âSpencer, please.â You beg, your brain already short circuiting from the stimulation.
He begins lapping at you, each purposeful stroke of his tongue slick with desperation. He groans as your hands find his hair and you buck your hips towards his face when he comes up for air. He re-buries his face in between your legs, hands now gripping and massaging your ass as you clench around nothing. Just as your orgasm is approaching, he plunges his index and middle finger into your soaked core. He sucks harshly on your clit, as his long slender finger his that perfect spot inside of you and you cry out as you come around him. He emerges from in between your legs and plants a kiss onto your lips, the heady taste of yourself still lingering on his tongue.
âNeed you. Take this off.â You slur, pawing at his shirt. He obliges, removing his star trek shirt and freeing himself from his boxers. Shaft is flushed and translucent, pearly beads of precum leaked from the head. He spit on his hand and pumped his cock a few times as you took off your cami.
Spencer leans over your, slapping your clit with his tip whilst looking into your eyes. âIs this what you wanted, pretty? For me to stretch your out and fuck you into the materess?â
You whimpered and nodded, desperate for him to enter you.
âSay it.â
âI need you to fuck me.â you say, shakily.
âNo, angel, say exactly what I said.â
You flush, this is so embarrassing. âI want you to stretch me out and for your to fuck me into the matress.â You say, lowly.
He pushes into you slowly as he splits you in half on his cock,
âGood.â He groans. He pulls all the way out of you and then pushes in so far the his tip kisses your cervix, your cry out in pleasure. He starts to fuck you slowly, both hands pressed into the mattress but holding yours at each sides of your head.
âIs that better, sweet girl?â he coos as you clench around him.
âYesâ You sputter, your mind only focused on how dizzyingly good his cock feels driving into you. His lips slam into yours, the lewd sound of your pussy squelching around his cock only making you wetter. You canât even kiss him properly because youâre so busy whimpering.
âY/nââ he moans âLegs. Give me.â He says, as you spread them further apart and position them within his grasp. He swiftly pushes your thighs to your chest, folding you in half and positioning you into the perfect mating press. You moan as his cock drives even deeper inside of you as you tighten around him. Itâs like your walls are moulding to the shape of him.
 âSo deep,â You whine. The head of his cock pounds into that spongey part inside you that makes your eyes roll into the back of your head and your legs shake uncontrollably. You gasp his name before you clench around him.
âI know baby,â he kisses you on the lips with slow procession âFeels really good, yeah?â
âMhm,â you hiccup as you wrap your legs around his waist. His eyes narrow at you
âTell me what you want honey.â
âWant you to fill me up. Please Spence? Just onceâitâll feel âs good.â You babble. He groans.
âYou want me to breed you, baby?â he can barely get the words out, moaning at the thought. âOh fuck dâyou wanâ me to make you a mommy? Iâd take such good care of us. Suuuuch good care of you.â He groans, voice crackling.Â
His dick plunges in and out of you at a relentless place.Â
Your jaw drops and your brows furrow, feeling a know in your stomach that youâve only felt once or twice before. Its hot and tense in the pit of your stomach.
âYou okay, baby?â Spencer asks, grabbing your face by the cheeks with one hand to force you to look at him.Â
âMhm,â you inhale sharply, ââm so closeâOhâpenceââ youâre legs tremor before your back is arched off the bed and youâre writhing in ecstasy as Spencer fucks you through your orgasm. You canât stop it when it comes, gushes of your essence from your cunt paints both of your thighs and completely soaks his maroon sheets. A pale, creamy ring collecting at the base of his cock.
You feel weightless and blurry afterwards. âGod Iâm closeâ he whimpers. âGonnaâmmâfill you up so good just like I promisedâŚIâm so lucky I got such a pretty slutâ that begs me toâŚtoâŚthis is so risky.â
âIloveyou sâmuchâ You slurred, delirious from overstimulation. âIâd let you do anything you wanted to me.â Spencer kisses you sloppily before grabbing your face in one hand and turning it away from him to grant him access to your neck. He flattens his tongue against your hot, flushed skin, and licks a stripe from the middle of your neck to your temple.
It's so wet and warm. The feeling of his tongue against your neck. Your face. He hums contently, I guess you mustâve tasted good. He then cradles the back of your head in his hand, tilting you up so your can watch him fuck you and look at the sticky mess youâve made all over his thighs. All over his bed. Heâs only looking at you, gaze half lidded and chest heaving. When he removes his hand from the back of your head, your arms find his back.
That look in his eye paired with the sound of his heavy balls against your ass, his ragged breath, and the sweet aroma of his woodsy cologne is just way too much at the same time. Your whines turn into wanton, whorish, moans that definitely penetrate the thin walls of your apartment.
âGoood Girl get loud for meâsound so pretty.â He groaned, his voice getting higher on the last word. âOh fuckâLet me feel you honey. Iâm close.â
Your nails scratch down his back as you practically scream, coming around him again. Spencer whines as he buries his head into the crook of your neck, âTake itâ he mumbles into your skin before hot ropes of his come flood your pussy.
Spencers collapses gently onto you, his weight a comforting press. He kisses your forehead, then your lips softly, murmuring, âYou okay?â
You nod, slightly clenching around him at the sound of his voice which earns a hiss from him. You suppress a laugh. Literally all he did was speak and you're like putty in his hands again. Maybe you are a pervert.
âWhat's funny? Hm?â He says breathlessly, without seeing him, you can hear the smile in his voice.Â
You shake your head âNothing.â
His hand finds your jaw and presses a kiss into your cheek. âWe gotta clean you up.â He brushes a piece of hair glued to your forehead with sweat away from your face.
âMe?â You say âLook at you. Iâm practically dripping down your legs.â You laugh.
He kisses you. âI guess there is one solution. We couldâ kiss â take a showerââ He said.
âTogether?â You rasp, unable to hide the eagerness in your voice.Â
twin! aerion living his best life with his twin flame, his twin sister! reader, fully convinced it's only a matter of time before the family decides to betroth them. they're dragons, after all, she's his valyrian bride, flesh and blood made for each other, bonded by womb and by duty.
and then she pulls "nah, I love you only like a brother đ"
maekar agrees, because separately they're a nightmare and they're absolute fucking nightmare that nightmares have when they are together, so that's how aerion found his thirteenth reason why.
I'm struggling hard with my fic for The Last Kingdom, because the only believers in my life are: a lesbian from a Catholic school, a pantheist, and an Orthodox Christian who's outside any denomination. And the only things I know is "God is love, and love is above Old Testament law" plus "God is love - without understanding and accepting that, you understand nothing else." Then there's the whole idea that "every sin can be weighed against an act of faith" in TLK. That's just not my shit.
Like, no. Kindness to a beggar or forgiveness of an enemy is a personal matter - God gets no benefit from it. But building a monastery, granting land to the Church, killing enemies, or baptizing an entire tribe? That's real reparation. Literally do ut des.
In the East, theology took a different path. It emphasized theosis and the healing of the soul. Sin wasn't seen as a legal debt owed to God, but as a disease. And a disease isn't cured by conquering a neighboring country. It's only cured by inner transformation, repentance, and acts of love. And it makes sense to me personally.
And now I'm confused, because I can't just pull this crap out of nowhere in fic with real religion. It's?? immoral?? Blasphemous?? I can't just make characters think in such way about religion and themselves by having interactions with my character? (The least of their problems is to have a new way of thinking about religion, i made up fucking lands and pulled out prophesy out of my ass and made it so dramatic because I was Inspired by asoiaf and my mary sue era with feminism, like, it was very unrealistic but I want to have weird magician queen in old ass tlk time)
I'm not even partly religious myself. I grew up in a family where you can't say there's no God - but you can believe that you have your own God, no matter what face that God wears. It's just you and your faith. The only real believer around me was my grandmother, who taught me prayers. I'm generally drawn to religion because it helps me cope with trauma mentally, while I'm also getting real treatment from specialists. Religion for me is more like a psychological move and therapy through some actions, that's why healing through transformation makes sense to me. đŤ
And in general, this is only partially, the idea of equality takes up more space in my head and I think about using Uhtred and even mc mostly as a bridge between danes and sax like...with idea of not biting each other's fucking heads since god is in the earth underfoot, which feeds both the saxon and the dane. in the sky above us, which covers all. gods argue loudly but the earth unites silently and blah blah. I think I'm taking on too much, seriously. Too bold for someone who was in church only 2 times - first time because my grandmother brought me in thinking there was a demon in me (there was adhd in me) and the second time when I was lost and couldn't find the main door.
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