#(I don't love Aemond at all but seeing this is still annoying. 🙄 He's a violent raging narcissist for God's sake!)

[outlawssweetheart]

“I can fix them” this, “I like them, I wish they didn’t turn out to be a killer” that. 🙄

BORING! WEAK! You people are pussies! I love them exactly how they are! I wouldn’t change them AT ALL!

[ladymorghul]

I think what annoys me the most about arguing Aegon is a victim of his marriage is they won’t extend that logic to anyone else. By that decree, Daemon was a victim; Viserys married him to Rhea to secure the Vale, and he was a teenager. In the main series, is Joffrey a victim when he’s betrothed to Sansa at 14? Maybe he was only abusing people because he was afraid to be with her. It’s a laughable take that refuses to acknowledge the sexism of Westeros and the way Helaena’s only purpose in this family is to have Aegon’s babies. Even young Aemond calls her “[Aegon’s] future queen.” That is what she is, for her entire life; she exists to secure his claim.

They want to say Aegon hates incest (a headcanon never suggested or substantiated in the show, he says he doesn’t want Helaena because “she’s an idiot” and they have nothing in common, not because she’s his sister). But then they also want to argue even though he hates incest, he loves his wife and has consensual sex with her. But only when he’s drunk, because the relationship is so traumatizing to them both. I can’t even put this blame on Tom, because all he said on it was “Aegon didn’t want to marry his sister, he didn’t want this life” which is what we see in the show! (I can blame him for the idea that Aegon, who fully deserts his remaining child with the man who twice tried to murder him, is a loving and caring father, but different discussion.)

This is long, it’s just so frustrating to see this concept passed around by people who either don’t want to think critically about AWOIAF and Westeros, or are misogynistic enough to believe Aegon was the victim here, and not Helaena. They didn’t even marry in the show at exceedingly young ages for Westeros; the twins are 4 in series 2, and Aegon is ~22. The script for 1.09 has Helaena at 20 and the twins I believe are just mentioned to be toddlers. But these are then the same people who spent two years saying Madam Sylvi raped and groomed Aemond, when Aegon would also be the abuser there. If they can acknowledge a 13 year old being taken to a brothel against his will is “problematic”, can they not realize who would be hurt in this marriage? The 16 year old forced to have her brother’s babies and do nothing else or the 18 year old who spends his time raping women and watching children fight each other? Nevermind that he again takes a young teenager to lose his virginity in this season. We aren’t meant to see him as a sex pest at all 🙄

yeah, you make a lot of good points here and unfortunately we have reached a point where we can't discuss the negative aspects of aegon without aegon stans jumping you because their love for aegon has blinded them to his faults and pushed out any critical discussion about his character.

and it's like they try to say "we know he's not good" but then they don't let anyone bring up any of his faults without getting piled on for being a "hater" as if any talk about the negative aspects of his character automatically means you hate his character.

and i definitely agree there's a lot of misogyny from some of his stans in addressing his position in relation to helaena and it's really sad people can't understand how they're not equals in the family or in the westerosi society.

as for tom.. i think it's a bit more nuanced. i believe that the writers were set on overkill for him (what we saw in s1 + not knowing valyrian + being asked to ride sunfyre like he doesn't know how, etc.) and there's likely things that he discussed with the writers that he thought were good for aegon's story that never translated to the screen, which happened with multiple actors on this show. OR not being fully aware of what the character was up to because they were given limited knowledge from the writers. we also have to remember that at the time of the promo tour, at least half of the season was still being edited. you never know if everything you've filmed will make it to the screen and there's times when actors shoot the same scene with different perspectives (kieran burton talked about how they had quite a few versions of the bracken blackwood scene including one where davos is crying which is so different than what we actually got to see on screen)

but yeah, i definitely agree that it's a problem and a lot of aegon stans are lashing out at anyone addressing these negative aspects of his character. and look it's fine to hate the writers' choices for him, there's definitely writing choices i genuinely dislike when it comes to aegon, but the truth is that whether you hate those choices or not they are show canon and people will address them.

[just-some-random-blogger]

I never thought I needed a drunk!Aemond. Im love him hes so stupid i wanna make babies with him (but not in the hall pls u stupid ass rat)

"He wouldn't see it coming." Aemond demonstrated yet again the upward swipe with his butterknife.

... sir 🙄😭 this is so stupidly enDEARING fuck off

"I don't think you'll be doing any lasting damage with a breadknife, my love." You approached him, holding out your palm for it.

Yn its still a bread knife wtf girl are u ok they dont have plastic on westeros dafaq nor first aid im 89% sure

"And rob my brother of a cozy place to sleep?" Aegon looked aghast. "Never."

He a real one for that but also he gets 1 free strangle

"You're very comfortable."

I MEAN but also get off me IM NOT GOING TO BE VERY COMFY IF IM A CORPSE NOW WILL I

"I might take a nap right here." He laid his silver head upon your bosom.

SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU DONT KNOW WHAT IT FEELS LIKE TO HAVE BOOBS ITA ALL FUN AND GAMES UNTIL ITS U WHO HAS TO DEAL WITH THEM

"My love, we can try again perhaps later." Your brow furrowed as he continued his slurred speech. "These things take time."

The way i reread the whole fic because i thought i was going insane for not knowing what the fuck this idiot rat loser was talking about FUKCING moronf

"I-do shut up Aegon." You hissed, closing your eyes, praying to the Mother for patience. "Perhaps you would like to shift off of me if we aren't...making a baby right now."

Your honor i dont know how to feel

Aemond was awake at once, and as alert as he could be given the circumstance. "Unhand me at once!" He struggled, proving to be superior in strength to Aegon.

🙄🙄🙄🙄 hes so dramatic for that

Beat HIS ASS AEGON I GIVE YOU FULL PERMISSION

In a flurry of movement and curses, Aegon and Aemond were now tangled on the ground together. Though instead of talk of making a family together, they were shouting in High Valyrian what you could only guess to be various obscenities.

Thats hot

But also nah cos like they prolly be scary cursing each other out

"Yes of course I know who you are." He sounded more than a little annoyed as he held a hand down to Aegon, helping him up. "I already have a headache. The next time you try to get me to sample the vintage red wine, remind me to say no."

WHY ARE YOU SO ANGRY 🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄 YOU LITERALLY MADE HER YOUR BED STFU ITS A VALID QUESTION

Aemond gave you a little nod, offering you his arm. "Allow me to escort you, my lady."

🤨🧐🙄🥱 ok po

"Oh please. In your current state it'll be me escorting you." You couldn't help but giggle a little, he was already trying to steer you in the wrong direction as you exited the dining hall.

SEE MEN THINK THEY BE DOING SMTH EVEN THO THEY AINT

okay so, i was going through my old writings (like at least 10 years old) and i saw a scene i wrote down for my novel - anyways i thought it would be perfect for aemond and his wife where they're just laying down and he's like fully on top of her, telling her shit and she's under him, trying to breathe because he's so fucking heavy and is crushing her

"Aemond, please put the cutlery down before you hurt anyone."

Aegon sniggered into his cup as you chided your husband, hands atop your hips.

"And you." You wheeled on the eldest prince, snatching the pitcher of wine away from his reaching hand. "Don't tell me you got my husband drunk again."

"Quite a lapse in judgement." Aegon leaned back in his chair, watching his brother with a grin. "Don't know what came over me."

"He wouldn't see it coming." Aemond demonstrated yet again the upward swipe with his butterknife.

"Isn't that rather the point, brother?" Aegon quipped over the rim of his goblet. You shot him a glare.

"I don't think you'll be doing any lasting damage with a breadknife, my love." You approached him, holding out your palm for it.

Aemond regarded you blurrily for a second, glancing down at the small weapon in his hand. "Wise as ever." He muttered. "Perhaps a spoon, then."

He dropped the knife into your waiting hand, you returned it to the table, taking hold of your husband's wrist instead and tugging lightly. You underestimated how inebriated Aemond was, he stumbled forward into you, knocking you to the ground, the air leaving your lungs in a huff. You struggled to catch your breath, the heavy weight of Aemond on top of you crushing your lungs.

Aegon was laughing uproariously, so much so you could barely hear Aemond speak. "Not how I intended this evening to go, though I'm not complaining at our current predicament."

You spat out a mouthful of his hair, wriggling a little beneath him. "I am! Aemond you're smushing me."

"You're very comfortable."

"I can't breathe."

"I might take a nap right here." He laid his silver head upon your bosom.

"Aegon, help!" You squeaked, peering up at where he sat looking down at you two.

"And rob my brother of a cozy place to sleep?" Aegon looked aghast. "Never."

"I hate you."

"Cheers." He toasted you before drinking another gulp of wine.

"Aemond." You said softly, running your fingers through his argent hair until he raised his head to look at you. "My legs are going numb."

"Why can't we remain in bed for a while longer?" He sounded agitated now, his lilac eye narrowing as he tried to focus on your face.

"We're not in bed, Aemond." You tried to reason with him, but he was hardly listening. "We're on the floor of the dining hall."

"My love, we can try again perhaps later." Your brow furrowed as he continued his slurred speech. "These things take time."

"What?"

"Creating a child." He shifted to pat a hand low on your abdomen, looking at your cleavage fondly. "It can't be rushed."

"I-do shut up Aegon." You hissed, closing your eyes, praying to the Mother for patience. "Perhaps you would like to shift off of me if we aren't...making a baby right now."

Aegon opened his mouth to say something, thought better of it and took another gulp of his drink.

"You're so warm." Aemond practically cooed, nuzzling his nose against you. "You smell of wine and roses." He sighed deeply, his breathing steadying as he started to drift off again.

"Aegon if you don't get him off me, I'm telling your mother about what you did last night." Now you couldn't feel your arms or your legs.

"Oh, you're playing dirty now." Aegon grunted, looking displeased as he finally rose from his seat. Able to hold his liqueur better than Aemond, he was barely tipsy, hoisting his brother off of you with only a little struggle.

Aemond was awake at once, and as alert as he could be given the circumstance. "Unhand me at once!" He struggled, proving to be superior in strength to Aegon.

In a flurry of movement and curses, Aegon and Aemond were now tangled on the ground together. Though instead of talk of making a family together, they were shouting in High Valyrian what you could only guess to be various obscenities.

You slowly rose to your feet, leaning on the back of a chair as the blood returned to your limbs. The door opened and you saw Daeron appear, his face shocked as he took in the scene of his brothers wrestling drunkenly on the ground.

"Uh." He cleared his throat loud enough to get their attention. "Mother wishes to see all of us in the throne room."

Aemond seemed to have sobered up at that, his hair was a mess, he disentangled himself from Aegon doing his best to straighten his rumpled clothing. Aegon remained sitting on the ground, his chest heaving from the exertion as he looked incredulously at Daeron. "Right now?" He asked.

Daeron nodded. "Unfortunately for you, yes."

Aegon groaned.

You crossed to Aemond, combing through his tangled hair with your fingers, adjusting his eyepatch that had slipped down his angular face.

"We will be there momentarily." You told Daeron, returning his smile.

He gave you a little bow, his smile dropping as he shot Aegon a withering look before departing.

"Can you walk?" You asked Aemond who nodded. "Do you know who I am?"

"Yes of course I know who you are." He sounded more than a little annoyed as he held a hand down to Aegon, helping him up. "I already have a headache. The next time you try to get me to sample the vintage red wine, remind me to say no."

"You have my word." Aegon rolled his eyes, smacking Aemond on the shoulder a little harder than necessary.

Aemond pushed him in return, sending Aegon stumbling back.

"Boys!" You clapped your hands, pleased when both princes froze to look at you. "Enough. Your mother wishes to see us."

Aemond gave you a little nod, offering you his arm. "Allow me to escort you, my lady."

"Oh please. In your current state it'll be me escorting you." You couldn't help but giggle a little, he was already trying to steer you in the wrong direction as you exited the dining hall.

Aemond leaned his head down to whisper in your ear. "Do you think mother will be able to tell?"

"That you're drunk?" You have him an appraising look, trying to give him a convincing smile. "Of course not! You're the picture of sobriety!"

"I'm going to murder Aegon myself." He muttered, clearly not drunk enough to buy into your white lie.

"I heard that." Came Aegon's voice right behind the two of you. He sounded amused, and the three of you laughed together as you wound your way down the hallways towards the throne room.