#the rhaenicent circle

[nonbinarylesbianherb]

tryna do any basic task in life and then boom all I can think about is rhaenicent and I either get so giddy and full of energy or I want to walk into traffic

#rhaenicent #the rhaenicent circle #which end of the spectrum will it be today #today is giddy please help i cant focus on anything #RAAAH #RAAAAAAAAAAAH #hotd #alicent x rhaenyra #alicent hightower x rhaenyra targaryen

[jewvian]

I don't know what's gayer: rhaenyra crying over that old ass book page or alicent keeping that fucking old ass book page all of these years in the first place

#house of the dragon #rhaenyra x alicent #rhaenicent #text #when otto gave rhaenyra that folded piece of paper i was like ''what can alicent even write to her?'' #in a million years i wouldn't have guessed it's the book page rhaenyra tore 😭 #we came a full circle y'all #now we're all crying

[kcrra]

me posting literally every take i have on this stupid dragon show to my extensively curated echo chamber of lesbian alicent believers

#we are all just standing in a circle chanting d*ke at various volumes while we point to different alicent pics #house of the dragon #alicent hightower #rhaenicent #hotd #ALICENT HIVE RISE UP!!!!! LET ME HEAR YOU!!!! #AND WHAT ABT IT. THAT IS HOW THIS SHOW IS BEST ENJOYED #the princess speaks

[huramuna]

flowers for my lover - oneshot.

alicent hightower x healer ofc

my sapphic heart bleeds for alicent.

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content: smut (specifics under cut), fluff, angst, alicent experiencing happiness, mentions of rhaenicent, graphic depictions of death (specifics under cut), implied murder, i hurt my own feelings by writing this

i bet on losing dogs - mitski • time to say goodbye - sarah brightman & andrea bocelli

warnings: thigh riding (non-descript), death by hanging

“Shh, Alicent— you’ll get us caught,” she giggled softly as the two women were pressed up against one another in the corridor. “It is highly inappropriate for my queen to be so close to me so late at night.” 

“Inappropriate? I find it adequately appropriate,” Alicent hummed, pressing a kiss to her ear. “You don’t wish to displease your queen, do you, Lady Primrose?” 

“May the Gods strike me down if I ever displease you, my love.” Primrose returned her kiss in earnest, their lips melding together like two puzzle pieces. They slipped into Prim’s chamber and locked the door. 

It had been four years since Driftmark, four years since Aemond had lost his eye, four years since Alicent had wielded the Catspaw blade and cut Rhaenyra, four years since Viserys had all but denounced the children he had with Alicent in favor of Rhaenyra.

It was a hard four years indeed. Aemond had to relearn to do everything and then some. Lady Primrose had been hired at the Keep to help with his adjustments, being half-trained as a septa traditionally with all the wit of a maester. 

She had honey blonde hair— not white blonde like Rhaenyra— and a soft figure. Primrose and Alicent had fallen into a quick companionship with their shared resiliency to help Aemond. Her eyes were a soft green, one being a bit more faux forest green than the other. She had one fake eye, a prosthetic forged from the Citadel. It was almost unnoticeably different unless one knew her intimately. She lost her eye at a young age due to an accident, but was a bit touchy with the details.

The companionship between the queen and her son’s counselor flourished over the years. They couldn’t exactly pinpoint when it became more than just friendship— or if it even ever was. 

Alicent loved Rhaenyra. She always would in some form or fashion, no matter the ever deepening rift between them. She still thought of her, when she would smell something or hear her voice in the wind. Alicent felt haunted by Rhaenyra’s ghost, even though she wasn’t dead. 

Primrose helped pull Alicent from her depression, just as she helped Aemond. The incident at Driftmark made the queen feel so alone, truly and utterly. Her father cited understanding and wrote off her explosion as a moment of clarity— but it was one of the worst nights of Alicent’s life. Mayhaps it was a moment of clarity in its own way, as she saw she was truly solitary. She had been since she married Viserys. Until Primrose. 

Primrose’s fingers wafted through Alicent’s hair in soft, soothing motions as they laid in the tub together, the steam rising around them, pinkening their skin. Alicent laid her head against her lover’s chest, drawing little circles against her skin with her pointer finger. They didn’t speak for a while, just happy to be in one another’s presence uninhibited, uninterrupted. Moments like these for them were few and far between. 

The queen’s brow furrowed softly as she focused on one spot in particular, wriggling her bottom lip in thought. 

“What is it, love?” Primrose asked, stilling her ministrations on Alicent’s scalp.

“… nothing— I just…” Alicent let out a tiny breath, suppressing the urge to pick at her cuticles. Primrose caught the small micro-expression that she would give before doing so, entangling their fingers together. “I’m afraid… for the future. The King is… more and more ill each day. I fear what will happen after.” 

“If everything stays the course as it has been for the last two decades, Rhaenyra will ascend the throne,” Primrose responded, using her free hand to hoist Alicent against her a bit more, pushing her up at her bottom, earning her a snort. “Are you afraid of that?”

“I’m afraid to see her again. I’m afraid she will be… different. More than she was before. I fear what ideas Daemon has been putting in her head.”

“People change over the years, sweetling. Mayhaps she’s grown more, matured. You did say she was always smart and driven when she needed to be— do you think Daemon could poison her so easily? Surely she’s more clever than that.” 

“He’s always had a hold over her for reasons I don’t understand. It… it likely has something to do with their blood. Something we wouldn’t understand– all my years and I just… don’t… understand.”

“Some things aren’t meant for us to understand, my love,” Primrose murmured, pressing a soft kiss to Alicent’s forehead, “Things may be tumultuous in the future— so let us just enjoy our brief respite now.”

“Hmm,” Alicent hummed, “An apt idea, a truly novel one.” 

The water swirled between them as Alicent slotted her thigh between Primrose’s legs, pressing softly at her core. When they had first begun their illicit affair, the queen was increasingly shy, never having found pleasure in the act of sex before. It took a year for her to loosen up and let go of her premonitions. 

Primrose undulated her hips against the queen’s firm leg, murmuring sweet nothings into her auburn hair. 

They stayed together in the bath for long after the water turned tepid and cold.

—

It was the days leading up to Rhaenyra’s arrival to King’s Landing that had Alicent in a tizzy. She was constantly flitting up and down corridors, meeting with her father and making sure everything was in line. 

She was so supremely stressed, her nails were red rimmed once more, like in her youth. She longed for just a moment’s reprieve with Primrose— something to take the edge off. The Queen didn’t even crave sex at that moment, just the overwhelming, soul wrenching need for her lover’s skin against hers, to be held like a child and weep against her soft body and not be the queen for just an hour. 

All she wished to be was Alicent. Primrose gave her that, Alicent’s title and regality stripped away once she stepped into her chambers. She felt something akin to freedom and wondered if this was the same elation her children felt atop dragonback. 

What Rhaenyra wished for all those years ago— to ride Syrax across the narrow sea and eat nothing of cake and share frosting tasting kisses. 

Alicent’s heart clenched, wept still at the thought. She wished they would’ve done it— she wonders if Rhaenyra wishes the same. 

The queen knocks upon Primrose’s door late in the eve. It isn’t unsightly for her to check in on her son’s therapist, it was quite normal. 

No answer. 

She knocked three more times before returning to her own solar. A sinking feeling was within her gut. 

—

The morn of Rhaenyra’s arrival was a storm, the keep bustling with servants and courtiers alike. 

Alicent bustled up to her father’s tower, the Tower of the Hand, at his behest. 

“Daughter,” he said, hands placed neatly behind his back as he stood near the window, adjusting a telescope. “I much appreciate your quick arrival.” 

“Of course,” Alicent replied. “Though, what could possibly be so pressing to summon me this morn? I hardly have a moment to spare otherwise.” 

Otto turned to her, his face grave. “You were fond of her, I know.” 

“… father? What are you speaking of?” she asked, her voice almost inaudible. 

He gestured to the telescope with a nod of his head. 

Alicent looked at him, then looked through the lens. The image she saw horrified her more than anything. Bile rose in her throat as she stumbled back, vomiting the contents of her breakfast onto the floor. 

Her father held her upright, drawing soothing circles upon her back. 

What the queen had seen, she would never forget. The telescope was aimed at a dead tree over the hill, near the cliffs to the bay. She was wearing white, her blonde hair swaying in the wind, her face purple and bruised. 

Primrose. Her Primrose— swinging from a ratty rope. Hanged upon the tree like a rag doll. Around her were City watchmen, ready to cut her down and take her to the Silent Sisters. 

“Wh… who—,” Alicent murmured, her mouth tasting of acid and sorrow, burning her throat. “Who did this?” 

“… we are unsure. There will be a full investigation into her death, I assure you.” 

— 

There was no such investigation. Primrose’s death was thrown to the wayside and forgotten about, as the events of Rhaenyra’s arrival and the subsequent death of the King made her murder a mere smudge at the bottom of a page, scratched over and blotted out.

Alicent tried to forget, she did. 

And at the point in her life where all of her children were dead, everyone she’d known, save for her granddaughter, were rotting in the ground, scattered to ashes in the wind, or decomposing underwater— she still couldn’t forget. 

She couldn’t forget Primrose’s face as she swung from the tree. 

On a rare outing, she ventured to the cemetery. Primrose’s remains weren’t here, of course, she had been burned en masse with those who perished at the Dragonpit during Aegon’s crowning. 

But, there was an almost unmarked headstone. There was no name, no indication on who it was— save for a crude chiseled depiction of a rose with an eye above it. 

Alicent, wracked with fever, demanded to be taken. She laid one last flower, this one fresh amongst the hundreds below the stone, which were now withered and barren— one last fresh flower. 

Alicent Hightower died that same night of winter’s fever. 

She had been murmuring, wanting to see her sons, her sweet Helaena— Princess Rhaenyra, too. 

And Primrose.

#alicent hightower #alicent fanfic #alicent x reader #alicent x oc #hotd fic #hotd #hotd fanfic #my writing #flowers for my lover

[geralehane]

domestic rhaenicent maybe?

alicent hears the key in the lock just as she takes the duck out of the oven. yet, rhaenyra’s usual honey i’m home, both ironic and not, doesn’t follow.

confused, alicent hurries into the hallway. ‘my love?’ she calls out, a quick irrational fear quickly taking hold - it’s not rhaenyra, someone must’ve broken in, they picked the lock, this is—

—her girlfriend, thank Gods, and not a home invasion. it’s only her girlfriend, coming home from work - only her girlfriend, moving slow and hunched in on herself, lines on her face making her look older as she rubs her eyes and takes off her coat without a sound.

‘rhaenyra,’ she breathes, both relieved and worried. ‘you came in so quietly, i…’

the younger woman blinks, as if just noticing her. but, once their eyes meet, a soft - albeit tired - smile overtakes rhaenyra’s fine features. ‘oh,’ she sighs, walking up to her, wide palms finding her waist. ‘i’m sorry, my love - did i startle you?’

yes. ‘no,’ alicent lies. puts her arms on rhaenyra’s shoulders, fingers quick to find the nape of her neck, scratching gently and slowly. ‘hi,’ she murmurs.

rhaenyra’s smile grows; becomes a half-grin. ‘hi,’ she murmurs back, just before their lips meet in a soft, chaste greeting.

but - the lines on her face. and alicent isn’t sure whether it’s the closer distance or the lights or the angle, but there are circles under her eyes where there shouldn’t be any.

‘darling,’ she whispers. ‘is everything okay? you seem a little tired.’

against her lips, rhaenyra sighs, heavy. ‘everything is okay,’ she says, ‘and i’m a little tired. well, exhausted, really. it’s been a long week of putting out fires, but i’m home now.’ blue eyes, earnest and tender, take her in. ‘i’m better now.’

she had been having quite long days in the office lately, that much is true. with viserys planning on retiring several years down the road, rhaenyra’s been taking more and more responsibilities on under his tutelage. learning to run a corporation is no easy feat. as a cfo, alicent knows that better than most people.

fascinating, she thinks - how things change. only a year ago, rhaenyra’s been playfully nagging her to have better work-life balance, and nos, she’s the one back home on time enough to make dinner while her free-spirited girlfriend is several hours late.

alicent sighs. ‘we’re sleeping in tomorrow,’ she half-states, half-warns. rhaenyra grins into her quick kiss. ‘now go wash up. i’ll set the table.’

‘yes, mrs. targaryen-hightower.’

that makes alicent gasp in mock outrage. ‘putting my name last? also, do propose first.’

rhaenyra scoffs, her hands tightening their possessive hold on alicent’s waist, traveling lower to her hips. ‘as if i won’t. also, technically, i had already done that.’

‘everything that happened before we turned eighteen does not count.’

‘oh?’ rhaenyra’s brow rises in challenge. ‘i suppose that makes you a virgin, then.’

‘rhaenyra!’

her girlfriend only laughs as she wiggles out of her hold, whooping with glee at the butt smack alicent gives her just before she runs for the bathroom, a spring in her step and none of the exhaustion left.

#rhaenicent #drabble event 2023

[aeriondripflame]

if hotd was braver they would’ve made the besties to worsties full circle by giving daemon and otto a friendship breakup to parallel rhaenicent

#guava.txt #hotd

[lemonhemlock]

I think part of the reason lucemond in particular gets a lot of push back (besides the obvious ick that comes from so many of the lucemonders using the tween actor as a face claim for their erotica only to gaslight anyone who calls them out on this) is that lucemond is a textbook case of the phenomenon of fanon breeding fanon.

I can believe people genuinely like reading and creating lucemond content but what they’re engaging with is literally just fanon.

I’m pretty much convinced that lucemond started out as a self insert ship for girlies who needed an excuse for Aemond to switch to team black but didn’t want to be seen doing the ‘AemondxTeam Black OC’ and accused of making Mary Sues

However lucemond metastasized in hotd fandom circles to include a bunch of headcanons and made up nonsense which has absolutely no grounding in canon. It might as well be an AemondxOC but shippers on the Twitters will argue till their blue that it’s not.

And that is probably what grinds on people — Lucerys is a nothing character in the book, his only role is to serve as a plot device. He is hardly much better in the show with only like 5 minutes of screentime and a page of dialogue. Additionally to a lot of us critics nothing about what we’re shown of lucerys is conducive to shipping with Aemond. I believe you wrote about this before in your anti-lucerys tag, but there is quite literally no reason for Aemond to like him. The only place this ship exists is in their delusions but they’ll nonetheless go on and on about fated fued and how obsessed Aemond is with Lucerys.

On AO3 and Twitter, Lucerys is some perfect Helen of Troy or celebrity it-girl figure. The realm goes to war because of him, and not the literal myriad of other political issues that have broiling for decades.

It’s the way a lot of lucemonders belittle and insult Aemond (particularly show!Aemond who unlike Lucerys actually has a character arc) to hype up Lucerys as this stunningly beautiful universally adored guy (who inexplicably has a vagina 75% of the time). Lucerys is a Mary Sue.

Now if lucemond had stayed in some niche corner of the internet there probably wouldn’t such vitriol but it’s the fact that is got big and overwhelmed the more ‘canon’ ship of Rhaenicent and became the dominant mlm ship for the fandom when by all rights that should have Aegmond or some variation of Viserys/Otto/Daemon for the old man enjoyers. Lucemond has become so big it’s practically unavoidable and the fact that it simply doesn’t make sense raises a number of folks ire.

Antis dislike lucemond and lucemonders because they’re pulling shit out of their ass. They dislike it because it’s more popular than it has any right to be. And they dislike it because it’s more than a little creepy to ship a grown man with an underage boy and insist on decribing him as twink or pretty boy. That’s not a twink it’s a child you creeps.

Now before people come out arguing about breakbones!luke and bottom/omega!aemond lucemond content realise that is a fraction of a percent of what is generally produced, and authors who create that in no way pretend they’re doing anything other than slapping metaphorical barbies together, additionally Aemond isn’t actively maligned in these stories, and older breakbones!luke avoids the obvious issue of this ship being incredibly creepy.

Now I am an advocate for doing as you wish so long as it’s not illegal. Ship and let ship. Don’t like don’t read. But I do sympathize a lot with the anti lucemond crowd and their reasons for disliking the ship but my advice is simply not to engage with them if you can avoid doing so. Firstly it’s just not a good look to get all heated over an intern ship and secondly they’ll probably go away eventually now that there won’t be any fresh content in subsequent seasons of the show. Let them have their delusions while they still can, they’re probably not hurting anyone.

So basically that’s what I think is going on with regard to lucemond and anti-lucemond in case anyone was interested in what exactly this discourse was about.

Cheers

honestly, anon, fair take. as you said, i mainly dislike lucemond bc it doesn't make sense to me why they would have the hots for each other considering their personalities, but especially their past behaviour towards each other. like i just don't buy aemond being in love with the person who maimed him.* the vibes are just not vibing. it wasn't a thing in the past with readers of Fire and Blood and the show doesn't help either bc i just can't ship someone wearing ewan's face with someone wearing elliot's face - the visual discrepancy is way too accentuated

but if lucemonds want to image breakbones luke or whatever, go ahead, it's not taking anything from my pie. i just don't engage with that content. i may rant on my own account from time to time, but that's that. good point re: a lot of pushback lucemond is experiencing is bc fans are baffled this is THEE no1 hotd gay ship (justice for old man yaoi!!!) , but, as you've pointed out, it's just not worth going to war with them over it

the genderbending thing is something that regularly crops up with mlm pairings so it's something to be expected

*i can imagine him being obsessed with the person who maimed him, but lucemonds are so squeamish about producing horror content. the stuff i've seen in that regard mostly involved some version of aemond keeping luke as a literal sex slave (ofc), which was executed too cartoonishly for my tastes

anyway. not my circus, not my monkeys. ✌

#ask #anon #anti lucemond #a very comprehensive breakdown

[greenbloods]

🔥Opinions on Rhaenicent and if it affects specifically Rhaenyra's development?

Rhaenicent is interesting and adds a dimension of depth to both characters' respective dynamics, though I dont think that a Dance of the Dragons without rhaenicent would be uninteresting like critics of fire&blood say. Rhaenyra's development with alicent in the show is more captivating to me than her relationship with rhaenys or daemon or even her own sons, at least currently; only her relationship with viserys is more interesting.

I think this is more a show-watcher thing but i think people focus too much on character decisions as being central to the Dance of Dragons. While characters and the choices they make are important in ASOIAF and F&B, i think theres also a sense in which both conflicts are larger than any one person, that like any good tragedy theres a sense of inevitability which means that the the actions dont matter nearly as much as the forward march of doom. Sure otto and corlys and viserys and alicent and rhaenyra and aemond make decisions, but ultimately those decisions are part of a larger tapestry of actions, a dance if you will where every step is choreographed though you try to break free. there is no escape; so many dragons together can only lead to a dance. i dont think it was wrong for the show to focus on the story through a deeply individual lens, but fan discourse doesnt have to limit itself to this even though it almost always does. not my circle of mutuals though they have excellent and correct opinions on these things <3

#anonymous asks #controversial ask game #rhaenyra targaryen #alicent hightower

[molter-writes]

Just finish rereading "Ride the dragon"

"His mother, whispering, a smile in her voice—He looks like he could be yours.

He’d felt Rhaenyra’s chin against his hair, her thumb tracing circles on his back. He liked that.

The sweetest little dragon, indeed, Rhaenyra had said.

He loves you, Mother had told her. I know he’s scared—but the way you’re so gentle with him, Rhaenyra, I—

It’s nothing, Rhaenyra said, then. He’s a gift.

His mother was quiet, for a moment.

Sometimes when you’re with him, I—then she’d stopped. I imagine another life, another place. Where you could have given him to me.

Rhaenyra’s voice, smooth and gentle and warm—He’ll never know the difference."

This part legit killed me 😭😭

Anytime Rhaenicent is with their children all loving and affectionate make me want to lie down and cry 🥹.

THANK YOU *tears* i am very grateful for this

u can read or reread ride the dragon here

#rhaenicent #rhaelicent #rhaenyra x alicent #rhaecent #rhaenicent fanfic #rhaelicent fanfic

[cheesewelsom]

Rhaenicent Criminal!AU

Aegon : mom, how would you go about killing someone?

Alicent, almost choking on her pie, : uhmm..id say.. cannons?

Aegon :.. cannons?

Alicent smiling : cannons.

_________

Alicent : if it were up to you, would you let a child he a criminal? If so, why?

Rhaenyra sweating buckets : ouhmmm, g-give them the freedome of options?

Alicent : that's the most stupidest thing I've ever heard.

_________

Alicent : if i were your mom, I would've put you in the freak show.

Criston : what's a freak show?

Alicent : it's like your family, but people pay to see it.

_________

Rhaenyra : again with the eye- do you want me to call your mother!?

The children : No!

Rhaenyra :hahaha, my gosh, they're scared to death of her- AH!

Alicent, annoyed. : call me for what?

Rhaenyra, scared. : Alicent- my love.

________

Aegon : when the brown heads are out of the house, i feel like we grow closer to each other.

A whole ass stupid conversation goes down.

Alicent, Lucerys and Jacaerys had the misfortune of hearing.

Alicent : i feel like i gained a few more brains cells then i need

Both of the boys : agreed.

_______

Lucerys : so.. this is your family tree?

Alicent :more like a family circle.

Jacaerys : forget the circle, just make it a dot. No wonder they lost a few braincells, they pass those damn things around like an infection.

Alicent : i always wondered why Rhaenyra was so dumb, must've been from her past ancestors or something.

The whole ass Targaryen line just behind them as they complained about it.

_______

Rhaenyra : i love you.

Alicent : wake me up one more time, and my obligatory 9am wake up call for everyone will turn into 8.

Rhaenyra :... Sorry.

#rhaenicent #aegon targaryen #lucerys valeryon #jacaerys imagine #Alicent Hightower #rhaenyra targaryen

[cerseisvintagered]

catelyn and cersei, my moms

i’ve recently seen this post complaining about rhaenicent going “that’s like shipping catelyn and cersei” and i’m like… yeah? wow? we know? what, you seriously thought you were the only one aware of the circle that is the catsei/rhaenicent shipper venn diagram? you think that infatuation with toxic, severely ooc noblewoman yuri came out of nowhere? sweet summer child. you cannot even fathom how many atrocious sapphic ships my mind has conjured up over the years. rhaenicent is not even in the top fifty.

i actually really hate how this turned out, some sort of streamline setting was off for my outline brush and i, being useless as per usual, cannot for the LIFE of me figure out what the fuck is wrong with it. blame catelyn’s nose on that, if you will.

#yes they mostly look like their show counterparts #no i cannot will not and shall not be bothered to come up with my own designs for them #god i hate procreate istg #yes cersei is wearing tarth heraldry #cry about it #because i am #not a single creative bone in my body #catelyn stark #catelyn tully #lady stoneheart #cersei lannister #queen cersei

[nonbinarylesbianherb]

Rhaenicent watching my other interests leave and circle back around every few months like

“welcome back!”

“you’re still here..?”

“never left. Never.”

#rhaenicent #hotd #i imagine #thats a tag so i just wanted to do that #but i imagine my shorter obsessions (which range from weeks to months) as hyperfixations and rhaenicent as long term special interest #and everytime they come back theyre like ?? holy shit?? theyre still interested in you?? #well yes! #hyperfixation #special interest #special interest: doomed yuri #alicent x rhaenyra #my beloveds

[lumyart]

the out of sun update… are we out of the trenches? because I’m feeling hopeful lol. rizznyra targaryen on her way to get back into alicents life one line at a time we love to see it!

we're out of the trenches in the sense that we've made it onto the battlefield, i suppose....😁 it's impossible for them to be completely fine yet buuuuut now they'll be making real progress with every chapter instead of running in circles around each other (or instead of Rhaenyra running after Alicent😭)

for a small spoiler: next chapter is pretty angsty but in a good way? i guess? and after that point your hearts will get a break from the angst for the fun to start, although feelings will definitely still be messy because, well, this is rhaenicent we're talking about :o

#OoS #asks

[mal-zoya]

Hi! Do you ship anything else in HotD besides Alicole?

alicole, because i'm sucker for pining and longing but also because i feel like criston is the only man in her circles that isn't using her

rhaenicent, because i'm sucker for pining and longing lma. also angst.

helaemond, something i haven't even conscidered before but i'll admit, i'm interested in them as alicole is their blueprint.

and that's pretty much it. tho i admit harwin/rhaenyra were cute but i just didn't care...

#replies #house of the dragon

[marysblo0d]

Thoughts on the Rhaenicent reunion? I really hope the writers aren’t pulling our leg and they genuinely get back together 🙏🏽

Prayer circle for S2 to end with Queen Rhaenyra I Targaryen on the Iron Throne with Alicent by her side. She’s going to lose Jace this season, she deserves all the happiness and love Alicent can give her ♥️

All the men on both sides can go straight to the Wall (minus Joffrey ofc) for being the actual worst, let our girls finally be happy without some guy trying to ruin their lives every 10 minutes 👍🏽

Honestly I don’t hold out that much hope for it. The writers have been so back-and-forth that I never know it’s gonna come from them. 

I would really love to see them have a just one conversation without men involved honestly that’s probably the best we can.

I am always team Rhaenyra on the throne and Alicent on her lap, but hey, that’s what AO3 is for🫶

#thanks for the ask! #chats. #anon chats. #cj speaks.

[itstuesdayidontknow]

it's sad to me that rhaenicent and hotd incest shipping are mostly a venn diagram of two unconnected circles for many reasons, but chiefly because almost no one appreciates how gay it was for rhaenyra "my grandparents and great-grandparents were siblings" targaryen to call alicent her sister