I hope the attention that the horrible racism Bethany is receiving also opens the door to how ignored her character along with Rhaena is in the show and the fandom. There are hardly fics with them compared to others, or there are tons of OC characters who just take their personalities and characteristics. They are often ignored in art works, or memes, or anything while everyone else is included. I’ve said this indirectly for months but like .. ugh . I feel like people are willing to ignore or block out more than half of the show or story line or team or whatever like they don’t exist just because they don’t like what they look like or can’t identify with them just because they don’t look like them.
I was hoping to have all sorts of variety of fandom activity (for all the characters)when the show came out but eventually I found out it is severely limited and I wish I could write again so I could fill the void. And I won’t bother with all the altering of the storyline by the writers/producers and plots from the book for laena, the dragon twins, to make them seem mute,unloved or glorified extras, etc .Anyways I’m rambling and no one cares. I hope Bethany, Phoebe and if we get a Nettles actress is doing okay.
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finally rendered those baela and rhaena sketches;
baela, lady of driftmark 🌊 & her younger twin sister— rhaena of pentos 🪷
(post on x)
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✵ It's Visceral And It's Cruel ✵
Just as he figured…that sense of self preservation called to her, it screamed for her to flee.
But he’d damn the word…damn the entire sentiment.
He wasn’t quite done yet.
With one large step, he reached for her arm and tugged her back. Practically forcing her to swing back and face him, jolting her limbs as she clumsily stabilized herself against his solid chest. At first she gasped, a light fragile sound, but it morphed into an agitated little grumble.
Adorable really, someone this aggrieved shouldn’t sound so capturable.
Still, it was all inconsequential as far as he was concerned, he was going for blood now. She’d said far too much for him to ignore it for the sake of clearing the room, she sought to wound him just as equally…and that was a fact he had not originally accounted for.
Perhaps subconsciously, yes, but he didn’t consider that she might actually succeed in doing so.
Ignoring the fact that her chest had all but slammed against his own, he began guiding her backwards. Charging her back against the tall, stacked, sturdy bookshelf that remained behind her. Pinning her against the shelves as books and texts toppled down around them from the sheer force of his movement.
Being nearly a foot taller than her added a pristine feeling of power to this position he’d placed them in, blocking her escape with his hands planted against the shelf by her shoulders, blocking either side of her. He was practically seething over top of her, fangs bared as the dragon’s blood within him blared and called for more, “you weren’t planning on running away again, were you? We’re still very much in the middle of a conversation. And seeing how you’re so quick to call out my faults, but you’re still too scared to say what you really mean. In good conscience, I couldn’t let you go so soon.���
“Aemond, just leave it. It’s late and I want to retire to my room,” she gritted back, eyes meeting him truly, piercing through him with complete sureness…with an ever present hint of doubt.
Mmmm, even she knew there was little hope in that response.
But it was that hint of doubt…the sinister edges of his mind sought to attack that sliver willfully.
“Oh, but I’m not done playing the victim just yet,” he lowered himself down closer to her, daring to inhale that sweet scent from the source itself as his lips lowered enough to almost graze by her ear, ensuring that she wouldn’t miss a moment of this,
Chapter 8: A Great Storm's Regret
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