You highkey scare me at times, not in a bad way but you’re quite intimidating. I think this is good for the fandom as I have noticed the people here have gotten really comfortable with what they share online, and need a bit of a reality check (for example the anon that tried defending smut about Daeron)
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Yeah, this fandom has fractured into little tribes, many of them coordinating in private servers, mass-reporting people, and attacking anyone outside their chosen camp.
A handful of loud, obsessive people have bullied others into silence so effectively that people now hesitate to say what they actually think. That silence has convinced the worst offenders that they can post any deranged shit they want without consequences.
I’m simply not built to tolerate that. 😂
Again, maybe it is an emotional defect I have, but if someone enters my space with something offensive, dishonest, or profoundly stupid, I’m going to challenge it directly. I’m not going to soften the truth to protect the feelings of someone who had no concern for anyone else when they decided to write it.
And the anon who tried to justify sexual content involving Daeron’s actor by discussing the UK age of consent should be investigated and removed from social media. That was not harmless ask. It was deeply alarming behavior involving a young actor, and anyone defending it deserves far more than a polite disagreement.
hear me out, Jessica alexander as shiera and Jaime campbell as bloodraven
OOOOOOH I like it. But deffo, both of them have the right look. Though I think Jessica is a better fit for younger Shiera, while Luisanna Lopilato fits an older version. Also, Robert Pattinson, especially in Dune pt3 is space Bloodraven basically. But both he and Jamie have those alien features down to a tee
What’s your opinion on “let people ship whatever they want”? It’s used mainly to defend incest and age gaps.
Interesting that your mind immediately went there, anon. 🙃
Are you new to fanfiction spaces? “Let people ship what they want” usually means people are allowed to enjoy fictional dynamics without being harassed, moral-policed, or treated like criminals over imaginary characters. It does not mean you personally have to like everything, read everything, or approve of everything.
You know you can just leave, right? Block the tag. Mute the word. Close the fic. Curate your own space like a functioning adult.
Also, coming to an ASOIAF blog to start clutching pearls over incest and age gaps is fucking stupid. 😂 This entire universe is built on dynastic marriages, political abuse, fucked-up power structures, child brides, dragon incest, and noble families making horrible choices for bloodlines and inheritance.
So are you asking in good faith, or are you here to pick a fight on a fucking ASOIAF blog? Because if it’s the second one, you’re going to have a bad time. 🤣
I don't like Marwyn the Mage. I don't trust him (mostly because of the Mirri Maz Duur connection) and I think he's a piss poor substitute for Maester Aemon.
But every now and then I will see theories about how important he is/will be. Like one said he's the second most likely character to be a dragonrider behind Jon Snow. (I don't think that's true as both Tyrion and Ben Plumm have more foreshadowing of possibly riding a dragon, and certainly Euron is actively trying to steal one. So I'd put those three higher based on the text.) I also think the "evidence" that he's possibly got dragon blood to be flimsy at best.
I guess I will concede that he will probably have a role to play (but like Quentyn, unclear how "important" I'd consider it), just because much of Sam's arc in AFFC was building up to him leaving to find Daenerys. But I don't think him and Daenerys are going to get on (again see: Mirri Maz Duur).
I'd actually rather see Sam become her Maester Advisor in Aemon's stead. He's Aemon's successor, he knows what Aemon said at the end of his life, and has access to Aemon's books at Castle Black. Plus, Daenerys needs to be councilled to go North. Is Marwyn going to do that? Or will he use her magic to do his own stuff? He's just some guy, imo. His motives are unclear.
I think the best case scenerio is that he's just a placeholder for Sam. Worst case, he'll be actively against her.
"Leave her be." Rhaenyra quietly snaps at the simpering men who follow her down to where Jace's body was being prepared for cremation.
Even below a whisper, her voice still echoes through the stairway to the cellar.
Remembering where she was, Rhaenyra takes a quick inhale and narrows a glare to her Small Council. "Leave us. At once."
You didn't register your mother's voice or the quiet observance of the Silent Sisters.
The quiet is nice as is the glow of the candles that bathe Jace's decimated body with warmth you wish could revive him. Dampening a rag, you gently dab it at the gaping wounds left by the arrows of his killers. The seawater had done most of the cleansing.
You take the greatest care when you reach his neck. Hand quivering, you can't bring yourself to press the cloth against it.
Instead, you busy yourself with gently wrapping him with gauze.
Blinking back tears, you try to push the vision away. It had never been nightmares that plagued you as you slept. You were warned so many times, yet did nothing to protect Jace.
Even Helaena's apparition was attempting to reach you in a last-ditch effort. And you shoved her away.
When you look up, you find Rhaenyra standing at the base of the stairs. Her eyes were red rimmed, glossy as she was unable to look at Jace's body for too long. You can't even begin to imagine the pain she felt. She'd lost her eldest child, her heir. Not just Jace, but Rhaenyra never really had a chance to properly mourn Luce. Life became one bloody battle after another. There was no time for grief. Death would seize the opportunity either way and not spare a moment for you to catch your breath.
"He's almost ready. . ." Your voice croaks out.
"(y/n)."
"I've also had some of his personal effects retrieved to be burned with him." You could be speaking nonsense for all you knew. Your body floated on its own accord. Going through the motions was all you could do to even be standing there. You wouldn't permit your emotions to surface. Not yet at least.
Rhaenyra abruptly stills your hands. "(y/n)." She repeats even more softly.
You stare at her, not expecting her hands to still be so warm. You yourself felt ice cold.
"My sweet girl." Rhaenyra felt herself tremble looking at her one and only girl. Her warrior princess. "You do not have to do this alone."
Rhaenyra had buried a father, a stillborn daughter, a son, and now she watched another child preparing the body of the firstborn.
When you don't reply, Rhaenyra tries to coax you away from the bier. You immediately reach back toward Jace. "He isn't finished yet."
"He is."
"No. I have to finish."
"You already have."
"I have to-"
"(y/n), please!" The plea echoes through the cellar.
For one terrible heartbeat you simply stare at her then look back at Jace. "I know. . ." Your tears threaten to spill over your bottom lashes.
Your mother wraps her arms around you. At first you remain rigid like Jace's corpse.
Then, slowly, you sag into her embrace. Not weeping, not screaming, simply collapsing inward as though every bone in you had been hollowed out; unable to support you any longer.
"He was my. . ." your words fail you.
Twin was too small. Brother was not enough.
The Silent Sisters at some point left you and your mother to grieve as you now found it was just the two of you. She walks you over to a chair to have you sit down. She kneels in front of you and kisses your hands. "My darling, I know the wound is still raw and bleeding. . . but there is something we must speak of. Before anything else is to happen."
"I know."
"Do you?"
You nod once. "I am your heir now." The word tasted like poison.
Rhaenyra can't help but feel the burning presence of her son's body behind her as she looks away from her daughter. "Yes."
Your answer comes instantly. "No."
You don't have ot see her face to know there is disappointment. "(y/n)."
"I don't want it."
"You do not have the luxury of wanting, my darling." She's still trying to remain comforting and gentle.
"Give it to Joffrey. The lords will be pleased to have a male on the throne."
"He is a child." Rhaenyra shakes her head and stands. "You would surrender your birthright? Everything Jace fought so hard for-"
"It was never mine!" You finally meet her eyes. You feel your enflamed cheeks turn warmer. "It was ours. We were born together. We learned together. I was supposed to stand beside him. He was supposed to wear Grandfather's crown, and I was supposed to wear mine beside him. We were supposed to rule together!"
Not a queen. Never queen alone. Always beside him. Always with him.
"I was never meant to do this by myself." Your voice cracks.
Rhaenyra swallows hard against the lump in her throat. "You can. I know you can."
There's a frenzied moment where you leap from your chair, startling your mother. "Aren't you listening to me? I don't want it!" You never spoke against your mother until now. "I will not stand beside another man. I won't marry for a crown. I won't smile while someone else sits where he was supposed to sit. I refuse to pretend. I won't replace him!"
Now she is the one trying to placate you. "No one is asking you to replace him."
"That is exactly what everyone will ask." Your breathing was becoming uneven. "They'll bring lord after lord and claim it will be the good of the realm." You laugh bitterly. "Duty and the good of the realm have already taken enough from me."
Rhaenyra's jaw tightened. A part of her admires how bold you are. How fierce the fire inside of you blazed and fought against oppression. You always insisted on being true to yourself. But now she wishes you would yield just this once. Just for now until the throne was officially her's.
"Do you think Jacaerys died only for me? He flew north because I asked him and gathered the other houses because I needed allies. He fought because I am queen." Rhaenyra shakes her head. "No. He fought for his family. For his house and specifically for you." She rests her hands against your cheek. "He knew this could always happen... where you would stand, where he could not. He believed in you and the future the two of you would have together. Gods, I would have never anticipated agreeing to your union, but Jace was determined that no one else would do. He argued with lords who questioned you and praised you when you were not even there to hear it."
Yes, it was quite the scandal when Jace demanded to have you as his intended. Rhaenyra had proposed to him taking Baela as a wife but Jace refused.
"He loved you. Jace never thought he was protecting only my claim. He was protecting yours too." Rhaenyra can't stop her tears that roll slowly down her cheeks.
You lost it.
The sob that escapes you is raw enough to make the walls seem to mourn as well.
"I don't want the throne. I want my brother." you bury your face against your mother's shoulder.
Rhaenyra breaks just as hard as she holds onto you tightly.
You knew you would relent when grief turned to numbness.
For now, you allow yourself to resort back to being a young girl in desperate need of her mother.
Eastern Essos. What do you mean there is a City of Boneless Men?? What do you mean there is Loveceraftian town ruled by the exiled Yellow Emperor of Yi Ti? I want to go there; immediately.
Also, to Yeen, Asshai, the Five Forts, Basilisk Isles, The Thousand Isles. I want to know wtf is happening there.
