#chicken run self insert

[dolls-self-ships]

how to talk to girls

step 1. ?????

[helimir]

if you’re ever worried that you’re being ridiculous about a piece of media you can just go on tumblr and find 50 people way more unhinged about it than you are and I think that’s beautiful

[chaotic-chicken-lady]

CHICKEN RUN SELF INSERT?? 🐮

she remains nameless; Louise will do for now

Still working out a more fleshed out backstory for her.

She's a kind soul, Mrs Tweedy isn't fond but puts up with her politely because.. Business opportunities and all that.

[thedummycattoartist]

Hello guys!, wow first time posting something on Tumblr oof (Srry it's first time, I literally started on how on using it this app since last year lmoa)

Anyways I hope can post some art over here, I literally not so active (sometimes) lmao

So todays I do this art of @dolls-self-ships 's Chicken Run Self-insert (Daphne) and I can tell you, she's so adorable fr! ^w^

She's so adorable and sweet AJJAGSJDHDHAGS 😭💕✨

I love so much your self-insert fr!

So I wanna dedicated this fanart for her bc she's so cool!

I hope you like it :D

I hope you have a goof day/night! ❤️✨

Bye ^^💐

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[amateur-selfshipper]

Info about my Chicken Run S/I, Winnie!

Her name is Winnie Harbuz

I don’t have her backstory figured out quite yet but she probably works for an American business that sends her and a large team of employees to Yorkshire to make some kind of deal with Fun Land Farms and work together probably ~5 or 6 months after the events of Dawn of the Nugget

She’s not very close with most of her coworkers, so she’s pretty nervous about the whole thing

Then she gets there and sees a guy in a chicken suit and goes “Oh I can’t NOT befriend him”

The Chicken Man turns out to be Dr. Mark Fry. He’s eccentric but very nice and they click pretty fast.

Winnie’s first impression of Mrs. Tweedy is “Is this lady aloof? Or is she just British?”

Over time Winnie and Tweedy grow to strongly dislike each other. Winnie resents how domineering and abrasive Tweedy is while Tweedy loathes how much Winnie’s strong will and free spirit remind her of a certain escapee chicken.

As their friendship grows, Winnie can’t help but think that Mrs. Tweedy is very lucky to have Dr. Fry as her husband. At least until she sees how Tweedy treats him and has to add another reason for resentment to her list.

She may or may not grow a teensy-weensy crush on him.

Eventually they become close enough that Dr. Fry asks Winnie to call him by his first name. After all, they’re friends and it’s not inappropriate because he’s not her boss.

Winnie starts standing up for Mark whenever Tweedy lashes out at him.

Winnie’s like a breath of fresh air for Mark; she’s bright and friendly and genuinely values his opinions. He appreciates how smart she is and how good she is at working with others. She’s kind and loves people, animals, and the world around her. The first time they had an argument where she raised her voice at him, she apologized immediately and cooled down.

She is, however unwilling he is to admit it, the opposite of who Melisha is.

Uh Oh

[z0mbiebatz]

Birthday!!

It's my bday today, wanted to draw some gay so self insert x Dr fry lol

It's a little lazy since it's sorta rush

[kissingarthurclaus]

On another note

Ginger chicken run 🧍‍♀️🐔

[rainny-chan]

Introducing my Welcome Home Au: Chicken Run × Welcome Home (Crossover × Self Insert) Au Just for fun and as a gift!

Happy 23rd Anniversary Chicken Run!! <3

{{!!This is a concept Au!!}}

[torra-and-the-toons]

I’ve wanted to draw this for a while.

[bookshelfpassageway]

help the chicken run part of my brain is still activated after watching that sequel and it won't turn off

[lowkeyrobin]

MCYT with a reader who would literally get into a fist fight for them?? Literally, if someone even looks at them wrong reader will throw hands. It's literally that meme (Random person) "GET YO FUCKING DOG BITCH" (MCYT) "it don't bite" "YES IT FUCKIN DO-" I'm sorry I'm feeling silly 😔

OH MY FUCKING GOD I LOVE THIS PROMPT AND THE REFERENCE TO THIS MEME LMFAOOO OH MY LORD BSHWJRHEJJAJW ; very vine oriented so I apologize. you threw me into a loop referencing that

MCYT ; "anytime, anywhere, I'd beat a bitches ass for you"

includes ; tommyinnit, ranboo, badlinu, nihachu, slimecicle, quackity, & foolish gamers

warnings ; language, talk of blood/injuries, physical fighting, vine cringe because I got very carried away and you can tell

masterlist

TOMMYINNIT

he was one of those kids in high school that made light offensive jokes but would never fight anyone over anything, he's not a violent person at all other than in his jokes

but God forbid some random person look at you two weird in public, you're on their ass

you're more offended that they were judging Tommy at all, you couldn't care that they were judging you

"sorry, do you have a problem?" You squint your eyes at the person, "me and my boyfriend are just trying to shop and you keep following us around and staring, like, can I help you?"

just a teenage Karen

yall do take it outside when the motherfucker follows you out and begins to record you

you beat this fuckers ass to a PULP

Tommy's just holding the few bags of stuff you'd purchased staring down, jaw on the fucking floor like "Oh my God wtf do I do"

he had the vlog camera on so he kinda got it all on video before he pulled you away from the person

yall sprinted the hell away bc the security guards were running towards yall 😭😭

#neveridentified

#the person admitted guilt anyways and said they were planning to hurt you so no point in trying to track yall down for self defense

#i barely know the law shush

RANBOO

they just kind of accepted that you were like this

"I do not endorse violence unless you are y/n. I can't make them un-violent. I have tried, they're a vicious guard dog now"

hurricane Katrina? more like hurricane tortilla when you enter the building

yk the free style dance teacher vine? that'll be ranboo out in public and someone will stare at them all weird and you'll glare back

"walk away, walk away" you mumble, watching the person hurrily walk away as they see you like glaring daggers into their skull

your dynamic is the one vine that's like "Oh can I have a sip of your water?" and "It's not water or vodka, it's vinegar" "bitch what"

then you'll go make angsty edge lord posts to the one bojack horseman audio "I'm not a violent dog" and insert a clip of you beating the shit out of someone in high school

FREDDIE BADLINU

you post the "look at all those chickens" vine on your Twitter everytime you see a hate comment made for one of you

you love instigating fights w people online it's the funniest fucking thing

if you don't know how to reply to some dumbass edgelord response you'll just spam the guacamole vine until they shut up

"wait, why does y/n have so many soaps?"

"MIND YOUR FUCKIN BUISNESS DAVID"

Freddie's response to your violence is usually the saxophone seal vine. he genuinely laughs everytime he sees you fighting w someone online

sometimes you'll stream it while you wait for a response and while you're fighting online trolls who've been brainwashed by Twitter

"You're gay?!?!?!?11??11"

insert the "ms keisha dead" vine and the battle is over idk what to say

fight fire with fire I guess

NIKI NIHACHU

she hates yet loves that you'd fight ppl for her

oh, someone treated her wrong? you'll be trending on Twitter for fighting the person

#y/u/n will literally be at number 1 for a week

people edit the fight too

she appreciates it though, even though she doesn't exactly like to promote violence, she'll accept it from you

"Oh, don't worry about them, they're just a little... nervous around people sometimes"

"nervous? girl that mf is SNARLING at me"

you'll see a post that's like "me when someone tries to start shit w my s/o" and reply with the "hahaha I do that" vine

when I tell you she CACKLES reading online fights with people 😭🙏

CHARLIE SLIMECICLE

"get the F off my yard!" proceeds to have to drag you away from situations where someone's actin a little funny in a /neg way

he genuinely thinks you fighting people for him is funny

he'll tell the stories on stream and to his friends like "dude they fucked this guy up, I honestly feel bad for laughing"

honestly most the time it's people victimizing themselves

like that one meme where the lady very obviously and fakely falls over that bench on LIVE TELEVISION.

he's your biggest supporter

he's the old guy from that one vine of the kid singing "Oh wait a minute mister postman" and he does the whole ass high note

"here's y/n fighting someone for idk what because they're talking to the police 😋"

you're a problem at this point

QUACKITY

you've physically fought so many wild racists for him it's crazy

he'll gladly cheer you on

"AHHHH COME GET YO DOG BRO HELP"

"Oh it don't bite"

you proceed to bite the bitch

online fights are usually responded w the purple teletubby twerking meme

"L don't be a weak ass racist pussy next time"

you fight Logan Paul for some reason??? Twitter drama mostly

don't worry quackitys there to watch

17-3 don't worry... ehehehrhahahha

when he tells you that you need to stop instigating fights you send him the "They ask you how you are but you just have to say that you're fine when you're not really fine" meme BAHDNHAHA

FOOLISH GAMERS

"YOU KNOW WHAT DUDE? IM OUTTA HERE" vine in a nutshell with you two. I can't explain this but it makes sense I swear

"whatd you do to your eyebrows?" meme except its "Whyd you fight that person!?" "I don't really know!"

Twitter fights are like "and they were roommates!" "ohmygodtheywereroomates" I swear to fucking god

you love instigating shit with Twitter trolls

when you stand up for him/reply to edgelord haters for him he replies with the "country boy I love youuuuuuu" vine

"GIVE ME YOUR FUCKIN MONEY!" vine with the law and order intro is literallt how physical fights go

let's just say some stalker edgelords tracked you guys down at the streamer awards...

HE AND PUNZ GENUINLEY CHEER YOU ON

here you go trending on Twitter again

[dolls-self-ships]

they finally kissed !! a real win for chicken lesbians everywhere

[lovelykil]

𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘨─

ᯓ izu husband au

synopsis; Izu, now a pro hero has two kids, Yuta and Mi Mi. He loves them dearly and hopes for the best for their future. His family is a bit chaotic but they make it work.

note; this may or may not be a self-insert 🐌 anyway I might make more scenarios about their life together as a married couple with kids ! :3

black reader implied

mornings were always so chaotic, especially during the week. You would sometimes miss your alarm to which Izuku would have to wake you up himself while he got ready for his hero work, his gentle sweet kisses never seemed to work on you though as a way to wake you up.

it just makes you want to sleep in more, his kisses were so silky soft,, every time he grazed his lips against yours it felt like you were being wrapped up in some warm burrito full of his soft words and touch. He usually let's you sleep in and if he has the time, wakes up the kids himself.

though this day in particular that wasn't the case, time was a joke for your little one, Yuta.

Izuku, already in his suit brushes his teeth in front of the mirror whilst you hurry to slip on your pants, running around in your panties like a chicken without a head.

"shit shit shit! Why didn't you wake me up earlier Midoriya?" You bark, pulling up your pants with a little jump. It was obviously the stress talking that made you so frantic, causing you to use your husband's last name with a stern voice. He looks over his shoulder with the toothbrush still stuck in his mouth as he holds it there, his blank and confused expression only makes you more irritated.

you storm off with a groan that echoed through the halls.

"Mi Mi wake your brother up I'll start on breakfast." You knock on your eldest's door and then walk in. She was already dressed and ready, just fixing her hair in front of her vanity. She turned toward you then back to her spotless mirror.

"okay." You nod at her response and close her door, rushing over to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. You use your quirk to its advantage to help you make your life a little easier, you weren't a hero so you never did anything with your quirk which was related to darkness within you but it times like these— they sure were helpful!

shadowy dark tendrils gradually emerge from your backside like smoke from a cig that has been neglected. The tendrils swiftly motion toward the pantry in a quick manner and retrieve a loaf of bread and Nutella. Wasn't such a healthy choice but time is of the essence!

your tendrils were sort of like black whip, they can grab objects, and lift you at a certain height, but it wasn't as strong as Izuku's. Your quirk usually makes you drowsy quickly without the training you weren't sure how to properly handle this power, but that currently wasn't your main objective right now.

the shadowy ropes of pure black lend you a butter knife to spread the Nutella on the now-toasted bread, you swiftly smack the knife against the bread as the tendrils slowly get sucked back into you.

"mind if I get one sweetheart?" Your head perks up at a familiar voice.

"oh izu." You reluctantly smile as he walks over to you, his presence bringing you such joy and giddiness, it's like you didn't just get mad at him for giving you that stupid clueless expression earlier. He smiles back and motions at you.

"sorry for yelling at you, I was just stressed." You place a piece of bread on a dinosaur plate then look over at him with apologetic eyes. He gently cups your face and kisses your nose with a chuckle,

"na it's my fault I should've woken up earlier anyway then woke you up."

your eyes flutter shut at his cute nose kisses then flicker open at his own apology, you lean in to peck his lips quickly then pull away to grab another piece of bread for him.

"I guess we both suck at waking up now huh" Izu blushes at your kiss, still getting nervous whenever you kiss him even though he's been with you for years now. He watches you spread the chocolate spread over the bread with a love sick smile.

"y..yeah."

you laugh and stuff the bread into his slightly agape mouth from his shy reaction, his eyes shoot open in shock from the sudden reaction and something being stuffed through his lips. He snaps out of his little daze and grabs the toast after taking a small bite.

"you soo cute baby." You sing and lean in to lick off some chocolate near his lips then pull away to finish this unhealthy quick breakfast.

the pro-hero is unresponsive, he's too busy melting into a steamy puddle, his cheeks—his face red as a plump tomato.

soon enough two messy curly kids emerge from the hallway and enter the kitchen, one with a tidy and clean face and the other with droopy green eyes and dried slobber on the sides of his mouth. They both wander towards the spinning high chairs,

"why's dad a puddle of his own gloop?" Mi Mi points out with her finger as she climbs her chair, making everyone turn towards the sight.

"your daddy is weird sometimes, but anyway Yuta you have so much saliva on the side of your mouth c'mere now." You firmly demand after sliding your daughter her toast. Yuta whines getting off his chair to walk over to you.

you pick up the little boy and walk him over to the kids' bathroom.

"but momma I don't wanna was—"

"boy you ain't going to school lookin' like that, think again." Your harsh voice and the sound of Yuta's childish whines fade away as you inch closer to the bathroom.

Izuku eventually morphs back and eats his toast still with a flushed face, he and his daughter listen to the cries of Yuta and your yells for him to stay still so you can properly wash his face.

Izuku sweat drops whilst Mi Mi eats unbothered, "Your mom is scary.." He whispers, the curly ravenette nods slowly.

"is that why you turned into a puddle earlier?" She asks with a curious head tilt. Izuku looks at her then quickly looks away with another growing blush, "No.. that was something else she did.."

just when she was about to ask why you and Yuta come back.

yuta, annoyed but neat, and you, in content and smiley.

"now eat your toast, yuta."

"hmph..." He climbs the chair and carefully eats his chocolate bread. You begin to clean the area in a quick manner, time still ticking with every distraction.

once you were finish you watch your husband start to gather his things, getting ready to leave for the day. Your eyes avert to the chattering kids and notice one of them doesn't have their backpack with them of course, it was Yuta.

you groan, checking the time on your phone before setting it on the counter to find his bag.

"and then my teacher gave me extra credit for it."

"wow Mi, that's awesome! Good job sweetheart!" Mi Mi enjoyed being showered in her father's praise, her wide smile was full of pride but when she looked over at her brother that smile turned into a cocky grin.

her sinister grin made him roll his eyes and mutter something.

"nerd.."

"huh? What was that Yuta?" She questions her little brother, poking at his buttons as her face grew near. The small child scrunches his nose, the annoyance his sister brought him building up inside him like a boiling tea kettle, if she pushed just one more button...

"I said you're a NER—"

"Yuta MIDORIYA"

"huh?" Three surprised and curious heads turn towards the loud voice coming from down the hall. Your steps were loud and powerful as you made your way to the kitchen with Yuta's bag.

everyone watches you walk toward Yuta and place his concerningly, wet bag on the counter. Upon looking at it, his red bag was now a darker shade, and it reeked of maybe river water. Yuta stared at his bag then up at your heated face. He swallowed hard. Suddenly his own anger wearing off.

"were you collecting frogs, AGAIN?" You cross your arms over your chest, putting some emphasis on again. Izuku and Mi Mi look at each other, seemingly reading their minds judging by their puzzled faces.

'again??'

the boy stares at you unresponsive his eyes are filled with guilt which answers your irritated question. You pinch the bridge of your nose.

"you kids are going to be so damn late.. again."

[noideasforausername]

crumpled letter.

description: sirius black x literally whoever (self-insert or existing character, anything works)

word count: 0.7k

warnings: angst? (basically all I write is angst are we even surprised at this point)

───────────

Sirius was used to being on the receiving end of an absurd number of letters – written confessions – on the regular. It had been admittedly entertaining at first, grown rapidly concerning and ended up becoming quite bothersome. By his sixth year, he’d taken the habit of simply throwing them away: the dizzying shades of pink an eyesore, particularly first thing in the morning.  

Blue, black, red and occasionally gold ink, all conveying one clear message through their various deviations from the boring “I like you” (that is, of course, with one singular and minuscule heart over each individual i). 

That particular morning, things were about as outwardly ordinary as possible: the nauseatingly colourful pile dropped next to Sirius’ goblet a testament to this statement.  

It seemed that the owls’ brief period of strike was over – for Hogwarts had seen this rare phenomenon earlier that year, the animals having reached abnormally high levels of annoyance with the repetitive act of carrying the garish mail to a less-than-grateful black-haired student. 

Sirius had half a mind to leave them there. Maybe that would give his faceless – and nameless in some cases – admirers a hint. But he didn’t. Instead, he crumpled them all up with a flick of his wand, a motion he knew by heart, and stuffed them in his pocket (the waiting room before they’d inevitably find their home in the depths of the nearest trash can.)

Amongst them, a white envelope. One so ordinary it should have stood out from the pile. Black ink on a standard piece of parchment.

 

“Here it goes. I have tried writing this with flourish and charm, but this is my last piece of parchment and I fear I will chicken out if I do not send this now. 

I’m aware the chances of you reading this are slim. Perhaps that’s why I decided to write you in the first place. But I have tried everything. And being a small speck in the sandstorm that causes that frown to appear on your forehead every morning seemed a fair price to pay.  

Let me start, or better yet continue, by clarifying one thing: this is not a love letter. I am not writing to beg for a chance of your eyes meeting mine in anything more than a passing coincidence. Instead, I hope that this will end up at the bottom of your pocket, and that the rage I hold will burn a hole right through that expensive black silk, setting the rest of the letters aflame and silencing the voices you crush daily with the barest swish of the wrist. 

You, Sirius Orion Black, are infuriating. Your face is irksome. Your grin is positively maddening. The curve of your cheekbones, the angle of your jawline, the glint in your eyes, the way you so effortlessly carry yourself – as if taking up space is what you were born to do. I’ve come to believe that you are taunting me indirectly.  

And I wish you would stop. Or maybe what’s even more aggravating is that I can’t picture a life in which you do. It is unfair, that we are unable to look at the sun for too long without being blinded, and yet no matter how long my eyes rest on you, my vision stays intact.  

I have made it my mission to ignore you. But not only has this proven impossible, my stubborn nature has blown this situation out of proportions, resulting in a pair of invisible, unmovable binoculars that constantly seek you out having replaced my eyes.  

I have no explanation, no enchantment ever recorded matches the effect you seem to have on me. This slow, torturous, pit in my stomach knowing that somewhere between these walls, your chest is rising and falling in rhythm with my own.  

I have many more insults to throw your way, but I am running out of paper. All that to say, though you may believe you dispose only of devoted admirers, there is someone in this very castle whose life has been thrown off its axis for no apparent reason other than your very existence. I hope that getting this off my chest and sending it your way will break this unbearable cycle. If not, this is my formal way of telling you to fuck off Sirius Black. Fuck off and put my life back the way it was.” 

[littlelambscandyland]

Four Versus One (Part One)

Platonic Yandere Rise Brothers x Fem!Reader

Warnings- Tv Self Awareness, Panic Attacks, Reader has siblings and a niece, Stalking (if you count watching someone thru a screen without their knowledge as stalking)

You lounged gingerly on the couch. Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles droning on as your niece starred in wonderment at the screen. You'd introduced her to the show as means to get her to stop making you watch (insert stupid show here). You told your sibling you'd watch over them the next few days as the birth of their second child happened. Today felt like it went on a bit longer. Tonight was the last night that your niece would be here.

 You couldn't say you didn't have fun. The show you stopped watching years ago was now, apparently, coming out with new episodes and you and your niece hyper fixated on it hard. With all that said, however, you were glad to get your space back. Glad to have your own little bubble of childishness without the responsibility of another human.

Deciding it was a calm enough scene not to be missed, you got up to get a well needed snack. 

Calling into your niece. "You want anything from the kitchen, chicken pop?"

She giggles at the odd, but well deserved nickname, and asks you for orange juice.

After pouring drinks and grabbing popcorn you made your way back to the living room. The scene had switched to Donatello's lab. They were making some sort of gun. Words like "portal" and "interdimensional travel" were being thrown around.

You wondered slightly as you laid the snacks out what this weapon had to do with anything. The episode didn't seem to call for it, but maybe you missed a more vital scene than you thought?

You thought a bit more as you watched the show how different it was from what you remembered. There were more fourth wall breaks and sometimes one of the turtles would randomly throw out compliments to the watcher.

Not that you minded the change. It was just different. Nice, but different.

~~~Time skip brought to you buy me writing this in my therapy waiting room~~~

You had successfully made the trade off of your niece, delivering her back into the hands of one of her parents. You'd cleaned up the house, and finally felt yourself relax.

You had turned the tv off for a little while. A part of your agreement with your niece to wait to watch the show again together. Obviously, that was a lie. You had turned the tv back on after cleaning. Ordering a pizza and deciding to have a "me night". 

There was something you noticed when you turned it back on though. The fourth wall breaks and the compliments happen more often. The plot seemed thrown out the window and everything seemed almost more mature than before. 

Because of all of this you made the executive decision to Google it. It'd been a while since you'd been a part of the fandom so you figured it'd be quicker just to get straight to the point.

You felt your heart drop from what you read. Confusion and honest panic grew in its place. There were only two seasons. That was impossible. There were obviously more. What had you been watching? 

"Uh ohhhhhh," You heard Leonardo's voice drone. "Hey guys, I thinks she's figured it out!" He calls his brothers.

Your eyes wide as the character seems to stare into your soul. The others gather into the screen. A mixture of smiles and anxiety are what stared back with animated eyes.

"I see. So she did... Ahem. Greetings, Darling!" Donatello says, clearly staving off his own anxiety.

"Hi..." You answer. You hoped this was a dream. Fear wrapped up into a ball in your gut. A feeling telling you to cut off the tv, to run far away and not look back ever again.

"Awww! She's so cute! Look at her eyes, they're so pretty!" Michaelangelo exclaims happily.

"We know dude. You're so cute doll. Really you are." Raphael addresses you with a nervous smile.

You look down in panic. The only logical thought is you had lost your mind. This is a dream, or you've snapped and this was a hallucination.

"What is happening?" You pant out. "This isn't happening. This cannot be happening..." Your breath ragged, and your voice hoarse. Tears gathering in your eyes.

They're faces shift in remorse and panic. Four animated eyes looking guiltily at you with frowns. Grimaces held by all as your body flies into a panic attack.

"Oh no, no. Don't cry, it's ok cariño. You're ok..." Leonardo coos at you in an attempt to calm you. 

The others gather in on the "comfort". They're words prove worthless as you spiral further. 

Finally gathering the courage you throw your phone at the tv in a frenzy. Perhaps not the best choice as the momentum and pressure crack your tv. Fizzles heard from inside the machine can be heard as the broken screen cuts off.

Sad for you, your nightmare doesn't end there.

[teleit]

Who deserved to be the main character (spoiler - NOT Rhaenyra)

Every post I make is the result of a conversation with someone I managed to catch and tie to a chair so they couldn't run away while I endlessly whine about how much I hate this show (whining is my love language, by the way).

I'm slightly drunk this time, so if English decides to fight me hand to hand and wins, good for him, I didn't put up much of a fight.

I've been grieving for over two years now for Laena Velaryon. That woman was an absolute savage in the books, and I would be so happy to see her on screen the way Martin intended. If only the writers understood feminism at all, instead of demeaning every woman in favor of Ryan Condall's supreme alpha self-insert, right?

This incredible woman took over Vhagar itself at the age of 12, fearing no one or nothing. She was more interested in flying than boys, and was an excellent rider. She was wild, fierce, and proud. She despised her first suitor, allowing her father to postpone the wedding time and time again. She found a suitor after her own heart, the rogue prince Daemon Targaryen himself. She loved her husband, and was loved in return. She went on an adventure to another continent, and saw the world in all its glory. She gave birth to twin girls, whom she loved as deeply and fiercely. She secured a future for her daughters through smart political decisions, betrothing them to the heir next to the current heir to the Iron Throne and the future king and heir to the throne of Driftmark. She also loved a girl named Rhaenyra, and was loved in return. She was surrounded by those she loved - children, lovers, a brother, and parents. She wasn't neglected, abandoned, or alone - no, Laena Velaryon didn't let anyone dictate what she did or treat her as secondary or insignificant. And in her last moments, she was a true dragon blood, wanting to die next to Vhagar, not on a birthing bed.

This is someone who wouldn't need to be given something to do so that viewers wouldn't forget who the main character is. This is someone who wouldn't run around locations like a chicken with a cut-off head, stupidly trying to do something, but ultimately doing nothing important. This is someone who would be able to entertain me so that I would stop getting on my friends' nerves with stories about how much I wish that three-day diarrhea would overtake everyone responsible for the stupidities in the House of Dragons scenario.