#Tessarion better be blue

[houseofpendragons]

if this ain't ain't I'm getting with Tessarion I don't want it

[kat-is-confused]

these three...have taken...years off my lifespan

[arcielee]

Aōhon iksan

Summary: Daeron has come back from Oldtown to play his role in King’s Landing and marry one of the Four Storms.   Paring: Daeron Targaryen x Female!Reader (third person)  Word Count: 1183 Warnings: AFAB, sexual innuendo mentioned, kissing.  Author’s Note: This is dedicated to the lovely @harrycollettapologist who submitted this request and inspired this drabble ♥ Thank you to my amazing beta readers @aspen-carter​ and @killergirlfuria​  Also! Aōhon iksan is I am yours in Valyrian.  Tags (Tumblr kindred spirits): @aaaaaamond @sirenofavalon @annikin-im-panicin @watercolorskyy @schniiipsel @aemondx @fan-goddess @babygirlyofthevale @httpsdoll

Daeron Targaryen was the third son of King Viserys and the youngest of his siblings; yet despite how his grandsire instilled the thought that his sole purpose would be to create alliances, he seemed more of an afterthought, with the way he was sent away to Oldtown. There he remained isolated, just a squire in Lord Ormund’s shadow until word arrived that his father was dead and it was his brother who now sat on the Iron Throne. 

This ignited the dragon’s blood that burned in his veins as he returned at once aback Tessarion. He landed at the peak of Rhaenys’ Hill, the dragonkeepers rushing to assist the blue scaled dragon, alerting his grandsire of his arrival. Daeron was greeted at the barbican of the Red Keep, his mother wrapped her arms around his shoulders while his grandsire feigned the excitement of the news that his brother had just returned from Storm’s End after securing a betrothal for him to one of the Four Storms. 

He prepared himself for the namesake, but instead found himself enamored with the arrival of Lady Baratheon. 

She was beautiful, in the least, with a presence that soothed whatever room she entered, with grace to her every movement and a voice that was the soft trill of musical chimes. Lady Baratheon was the physical embodiment of a princess-to-be, but in the moments they were allowed alone, the few before the wedding, she showed him her tactful wit and sound mind, their conversation at ease between them. 

The whispers of the Red Keep fluttered about the rushed engagement, how the poor Lady Baratheon could not be afforded even the second son, but that she had to wed the third. Though he flushed with the rumors, oddly enough, she appeared to be just as intrigued with Daeron as he was with her. With the allotted time allowed together, her questions seemed genuine and she was rapt to his attention with his reply; as they were escorted back to their respective rooms, he felt himself both fortunate and flustered by her. 

A week after her arrival, it was decided to have an intimate ceremony in the Royal Sept, with only a family meal afterwards to allow them all to become better acquainted. Daeron kept his large hands folded in front to keep from fidgeting, a shyness that accompanied the lady when she came up to his side, though the soft touch of her hands to his own settled him. The Septon was monotonous and they echoed the vows, his low timbre with her melodious lilt.  

They were escorted to the small hall that glowed golden with the candle light, decorated tastefully and the table laden with a feast while the minstrels played low, but jovial, melodies while they ate.

It was almost unnerving to be back within this very room, his last memory almost a decade prior where he saw his father sitting center and his mother perched at his side. Now, his mother sat at one end while his brother, King Aegon, who proudly wore the Conqueror’s Crown since it had been placed on top of his head, was seated center with his sister-wife at his side. They were picturesque, he was regal and Helaena now seemed to exude a queenly aura that complemented her serenity. 

Aemond sat at the end, his severity etched into the sharp contours of his face and his jeweled eye gleamed in his scarred socket–Daeron only learning the day he returned that his eye had been taken. He glowered with the authority from the title bestowed by the king, Protector of the Realm, which seemed to be a cover-up from the debt of his eye repaid in blood. 

Daeron was seated by his new lady wife, who spoke with her musical diction that engaged the attention of his family, and he sat silent at her side, the always-forgotten Targaryen prince. 

In so many ways, his family had changed and grown into themselves, but some habits remained, including Aegon’s love of Dornish wine. Daeron watched his red stained lips utter a crude comment about a crude custom abolished two kings prior–his right to the first night.

There was the thought of how Targaryens were closer to gods than men and Daeron now felt the thrum of ichor curl with the fire in his veins. 

But Aemond acted first, grabbing Aegon by the scruff of his regal fabric and dragging him from the table. He saw the tears that pearled in his mother’s eyes, her regret threatening to spill, and how his sweet sister excused herself to disappear in the shadows of the Red Keep. 

Daeron stood, offering his arm to his lady wife.

It was a white fury that clouded his vision, the combination of his embarrassment, the rumors that trickled within the castle walls and the blatant disrespect shown at the dinner table. He wished to speak to her, to apologize, to take action, but instead his tongue remained swollen in his mouth, choking him. 

His automatic steps halted when the white knight broke his trance, “My prince, this way.”

Oh. The realization they were being escorted to the marital room prepared and he now found himself truly alone with his wife, the lovely Lady Baratheon. 

It was the same warm, golden hue from the candles light and that poured from the ornate hearth lit and waiting for their arrival. They both remained standing and then she moved towards the small tablet, pouring a fresh goblet and bringing it to Daeron, which he accepted numbly. 

He took a sip to wet his throat. “My lady, I want to apologize,” he began, setting down the goblet and turning to face her.

“What for?”

His tongue wet his lips as he looked to her, watching her slow, serene movements as she sat down the picture and moved towards him, one step in front of the other, her brow both knitted and elegant above her scrutinous stare. “You did nothing wrong, my prince,” she continued.

He felt his cheeks warm within her proximity. “Daeron,” he placed his hand to his chest, “I wish you to call me Daeron.”

He felt his cock twitch against the crotch of his trousers from the demure way her eyes lifted, how they watched him under her long, dark lashes, how her perfectly pink lips curled. “Yes, Daeron,” she tested his name and it was sweet like honey on her tongue. “You have nothing to apologize for, nothing has changed what happened tonight.”

He blinked, empty, almost dumb until she sweetly reminded him, “I am your lady wife now,” and her smile brightened as Daeron grew rosier with her words. “I am yours, Daeron.”

She closed what little space had remained between them, her small palm resting on top of his large hand stilling resting on his chest. Daeron felt his throat hitch from her sweet scent of lavender that curled into his chest and beckoned him to her. He tilted his head, his silver tresses spilling forward, until the tip of his nose gently touched her own.

And he kissed her. 

arcie’s masterlist

[syraxesrevenge]

appearance headcanons for younger hotd generation

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• jacaerys has an aquiline nose and purple eyes, like his mother. there is little time you will see him dressed in anything other than a plain grey or brown training coat or riding gear, and some ladies at court jest that even vermax is better dressed than him. it does have a certain charm to it, however, and who could resist those beautiful purple eyes?

• lucerys has some white streaks in his curls, and he has fluffier hair than his brothers. he often dresses rather plainly, with deep velaryon blues and silver scarves that bring out his greyish-fawn eyes. he tries to stay as well groomed as possible, but by the end of the day rhaenyra is surprised if he doesn't have sand on his head and water in his coat.

• joffrey looks the least like rhaenyra, but he's the reflection of harwin. his clothes are often simple garments, black pads for silver training armour he uses while sparring with the small folk children of dragonstone. daeron gave him a dragon pin for his seventh birthday, and he wears it everywhere.

• baela is a spectacle. she's stylish, but in the "my armor is decorated with rubies and silver" sort of way. her hair is often braided into cornrows or buns, while moondancers saddle is often garnished with emeralds and sapphires, and the mixed banners of her parent houses.

• rhaena loves luxury. she ADORES luxury. gold and silver hair rings looped in her braids, chokers with small rhinestones and big diamonds, velvet dresses with fronted myrish lace; anything fashion, rhaena has. the others usually come to her for fashion designs and rightfully so.

• helaena likes simple chic. long, fitted lavender dresses with veiled silver tiaras. bejeweled bodices and soft, pastel colours. she hates the heavy queens crown, but loves small circlets with little gems like topaz and rubies. she also adores cloaks and capes, and feels like she can hide in them when she wants to.

• daeron doesn't have white hair. no, I think he has light auburn, just like his mother! he's also the favorite, and due to being raised in oldtown, often dresses in Hightower grey. sometimes a light, cheerful mint or deep green as well. tessarion is often adorned in these colours as well, even down to the design of her saddle.

• aegon dresses like a rat bffr everyone

• aemond has green hightower eyes (or, well, eye) and takes advantage of that. black suits and high ponytails are common, as well as emerald clips and black pearl headbands. he's very fashionable, unbeknownst to most that see him at first. Vhagar is often bejeweled as well; he can't have her looking ugly in front of the most beautiful dragon in the realm.

[strangedreamings]

S2 finale wishlist

SER HARROLD WESTERLING

The Battle of the Gullet and pissbaby Jace [redacted].

Helaena riding Dreamfyre but getting the fuck away instead of engaging in the battle.

More great lines from Gwayne.

Rhaena finding/taming Sheepstealer. If the writers insist on merging her with Nettles, then I need them to go all-out. Make her so damn badass. She's Daemon and Laena's daughter, after all.

Criston getting his ass kicked.

Alicent coming to her senses. (Hey, I said it's a wishlist, didn't I?)

Otto becoming Aemond's Hand and actually having to defer to him.

Ulf so damn drunk he falls off Silverwing.

Daeron and Tessarion (who better be a SPECTACULAR shade of blue), finally. (And if Daeron doesn't have Targaryen coloring, I'm laughing directly in Alicent's face.)

Daemon seeing Rhea. We saw his second and third wives, now it's time to see the first one.

After the episode, I want them to announce the Knight of the Seven Kingdoms start date. (Like I said, this is a wishlist.)

[theothermaidoftarth]

Title: Song for Evermore

Pairing: Daeron Targaryen x Baela Targaryen 

Rating: M (a light M; it’s mostly T, except for a few paragraphs of non-explicit sexual content)

Summary: Daeron Targaryen’s hopes and dreams always came back to belonging. It had been so ever since he became a ward of Oldtown at five, at an earlier age than most. He finds a kindred spirit in an unexpected place: Lady Baela, the daughter of his grandfather’s bitter rival, Daemon Targaryen.

Word count: 47,559

Multi-chapter (essentially a one-shot split into six parts)

Status: Complete

Excerpt below:

“You sing to your dragon?”   

“Yes, I — yes.” Daeron thought he was alone, save the dragons and the last vestiges of his song, echoing back to him. She startled him. His eyes took her in, from boots to breeches and studded jack. Lady Baela and her grandmother had arrived too late yesterday eve to be presented to the court; they had met with the queen and her father, the Lord Hand privately before retiring to their allotted chambers. Baela had been shaped as if by a fine hand; spare, too lean, most would say, with the barest hint of womanly curves. Her hair was pulled back in a thick braid, the silver curls even brighter against her rich bronze skin. Her mouth, generous and lush, curved in a faint smile. Her purple eyes, large, doe-like and beguiling, at odds with the intensity of her expression which he saw as she drew nearer curiously; her gaze was as keen as a blade.

He thought she was as surprised to come upon him in the Dragonpit as he was her, though she hid it slightly better. Surprise was too weak a word. Even as he rose, feet firmly underneath him, he felt unsteady, as if he were on the deck of a ship embroiled in a storm. Fitting when she has both Baratheon and Velaryon blood. How his thoughts run from him, even more than usual. He should bow. He had forgotten to, but neither had she curtsied. Likely it was too late now. He had a thought she would laugh if he did, Daemon’s eldest daughter. Of what he had heard of the man, the uncle he’d never met, it seemed likely. She’d laugh for he would seem like a dog slow to remember an old trick. He might like to see her laugh, he thought hazily. Better that than this halfway state, midway between impassive and expressive.

“Is she the only she-dragon you will sing to?”

“You, my lady?” Daeron didn’t recognise his voice, a low husky murmur. He swallowed against a dry mouth. “You wish me to sing to…”

Her eyes were full of laughter as she said, “Moondancer.” Hot blood rushed to his face, though her amusement was not mocking. Her dragon, she meant her dragon. “Although…” her head canted to the side, “I would not say no to a song, Prince Daeron.”

At last he dusted off his wits. “And what of yours? Your voice, I mean.”

"It would make her weep.”

He gave a little laugh. She surprised him and that cleared his head some. No other lady he knew would ever admit such a fault, especially not so blithely. “So bad as that?”

She cast a fond eye over her dragon, green with pearl tipped wings and crouching stiffly as if expecting a fight. “Certes it wouldn’t settle her, see her thus, like—“ she nodded to the blue dragon behind him, lolling upon the floor contently; were she a pup, she may have rolled onto her back, legs all in the air.

“Tessarion,” Daeron offered with a warm smile, patting his dragon’s flank. Despite her blithe mien, Baela’s stance was almost too casual; something had her on edge. Oddly enough he did not think it was him. Just as oddly the same was true in reverse. She could have been any young woman and he any young man, not two scions of a family split in two. “Any particular requests?”

“If I said The Bear and the Maiden Fair…”

“I’d say you want me sent to the Wall for debauching a lady of the blood.”

“As if you were the bear himself to lick honey from my hair.” The silence was charged with something hot, heavy, which made his breathing hitch. Mayhap she felt it too for her voice was soft, a bare whisper. “You’d be singing a song.”

“And after? How do you know what I would or wouldn’t lick?”

Hot embarrassment at speaking such bold words filled him — Mother have mercy, he had only just met her — but then she took one step towards him, then another, and another. Something fiery stirred low in his belly as she looked him over from head to toe, her brow raised. Then her mouth dimpled in a cheeky half-smile. “My grandmother used to warn me away from the singers who’d come to call at High Tide. Seems she was right to.” Singer. Did she think him such? In truth he was a bit of everything. A bit of nothing. He felt like something under her gaze, like he could be something. “Is that a promise?”

“Do you want it to be?”

“It is discourteous to answer a question with another question.” But she was smiling as she said it, a slightly broader smile.

Seven save me, he thought, you’re so lovely, I can barely breathe. Princess Rhaenys was right to warn her away from those singers; one look at her smile and they must have yearned to carry her off over their shoulders, to sail away with her under the cover of night. What he said when he found his tongue was, “You are enjoying this.”

She stepped backwards away from him, and towards her dragon. The dragonkeepers had saddled her while they were talking. Moondancer was still tense; would a flight see her settled as well as a song? “Why we came is a matter of little and less enjoyment.” Baela paused, uncharacteristically grave, then her voice brightened, “So, why not seek it where I may?” She looked at him over her shoulder and winked.

A smile played across Daeron’s mouth. “Is that a promise?”

“Do you want it to be?”

He was laughing as he called to her retreating form. “Tis discourteous to answer a question with another question.”

Her merry backward wave was the only answer he received.

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[lullaebies]

Ormund uplifting Daeron's spirit whenever he misses his family.

A/N: I really really love how this one turned out! I hope you will enjoy it as well <3 this turned out to be a longer oneshot, too, so you can tell I had fun. —

He watches Tessarion from the height of the Hightower, the salty smell of the sea piercing his nose as a wave crashes against it.

Tessarion hunts fish as if she’s a marine boat casting a net, wide jaw gathering the prey she trapped with the currents her wings made on the sea surface. Any blue flame of hers mixes with water, burning her food and leaving only steam to rise with her to the air. He thinks he can almost see her ripping off a big fish’s head, letting the rest of it fall.

“A vulgar sight to stare at, is it not?” A voice calls from behind Daeron, pulling him from his thoughts. It’s Lord Ormund, his brown-eyed gaze ever-knowing. “Though I supposed even Lyonel and Bethany seem to cheer for the beast, too.”

“‘Tis the way of dragons, milord,” Daeron answers back, ever protective. Even the sweetest of cats requires the taste of meat. He would not ever consider calling Tessarion a pet, but she hardly is any different than those who feast on freshly caught salmon and halibuts during dinners. “They are hunters. One might say they are some of the best there are to witness.”

“Surely better than I, lad,” Lord Ormund replied, coming by him on the white rail of stone, and putting a hand over his shoulder. “And I’m sure a young dragon would like to learn from another, but I have never known you to be studious while being so somber.”

Daeron’s eyes widen at him, but quickly return to gaze at the sea. He hasn’t realized his mood has been so apparent. “I’m alright, Lord Ormund,” he says quickly, drawing a thin smile on his face and trying to spare himself of the discussion. “No need to worry.”

“I shan’t worry when I can wholeheartedly write Her Grace her son has not a concern in his mind,” Ormund says. “Speak, lad. Elsewise I may be forced to bring Bethany to interrogate you.”

Daeron cringes at the thought. Three years younger than him, Lord Ormund’s daughter always had unrelenting energy and insistent desire to not be left out from anything. She’d run circles around him until he spoke, and Lyonel may as well aid her in that pursuit, not above egging her on and poking at him for the truth himself. 

He smiles slightly at the thought; the two are kin and his friends, ones that he will always cherish, but they are not quite… Daeron sighs, lifting his face to look at the horizon.

“I always thought dragons are marvelous hunters to witness,” he says softly, his fingers fidgeting together over the rail. He says this, but those are not his words, but Aemond’s, from days long past. “When I was still at the Keep, there were days where the dragonkeepers let out the dragons to hunt at the sea. To make sure they still spread their wings properly, and didn’t lose their skills, or whatnot.”

Ormund hums at him to continue, giving a pat to his shoulder as further affirmation. Daeron licks dry lips.

“When Aegon claimed Sunfyre, he used to make us go see whenever he hunted. We’d go to the Tower of the Hand, and he would point Sunfyre out as he descended over the waters of Blackwater Bay. He would hold me up because I was too short to see properly beyond the buildings in the way.”

“You did come here a small fellow,” Ormund recalls, some amusement in his voice. Daeron snorts and continues.

“And then Helaena claimed Dreamfyre, and they’d argue over which one is more impressive, or who’s fastest, or anything and everything. Aegon always tried to make me and Aemond choose his side,” he said, and paused, looking back up at Ormund as the fond memory played in his mind. “We always chose Helaena’s.” 

“Wise men since you were boys, you and your brother.”

“Grandsire said the same,” Daeron nods. “But even he got tired of us in The Hand’s tower. After Aemond claimed Vhagar, there was greater competition, with only me left to vote. Grandsire would usher us out because we made too much noise. Aegon and Aemond wouldn’t let up, though - they still urged me to pick a favorite.”

“Did you?” Ormund asks. Daeron shakes his head.

“Helaena told me to let them try to convince me,” he says. “I’ve got many extra pastries, those days.”

Ormund lets out an abrupt, hearty laugh. “Shrewd thing, the princess.”

Daeron nods, and then looks again at Tessarion. She wasn’t big or well-behaved enough to be let out of the dragon pit on her own. Now, she’s a huntress of her own, making a show of herself; the people of Oldtown also watched from the docks. His mouth falls into a tight line, and he looks down, when he feels the burn of a tear trying to form on his lash line.

“I wish they could see, too.” He says quietly, the twist of lips inevitable. Lord Ormund’s hold on his shoulder becomes more encapsulating, and he squeezes on it.

“I have met many sailors in my life, lad,” Ormund says when Daeron sniffles back the emotions. “They say looking at the sea’s horizon is a beauty, but this beauty can only charm for so long. You either grow seasick, or homesick, until you find yourself ashore, and recover to set out again.”

Daeron wipes at his eye, and turns his face to the lord, who smiles at him.

“I can only assume it is not all that different, for those who watch the horizon from the height of the skies. But worry not, you’ll be at your shore again, to gather your strength. Your sister’s with child once more, is she not?” 

Rubbing at his nose, Daeron nods. “Yes, milord.”

“Then celebrations are due to come, and we are due to visit,” he tells Daeron, completely assured. “You’ll go from one tower to another, and in each you will be met with a warm welcome. And when you’ll watch your she-dragon from the Red Keep, there is no doubt your little nephew and niece would be the ones casting their votes for their favorite, this time.”

Daeron smiles at him. Mother always said to trust Lord Ormund as he would trust her; he trusts none more than his mother, and none more than the kin in front of him, an almost father in his own way. “I’d have to prepare some gifts for their convincing,” he jokes, the sniffles almost completely gone with the wind.

“Hah! You’d be a proper courtier, my boy,” Ormund returns. “Let us go to Lyonel and Bethany. Between us four, we can surely devise a plan to win the little ones’ favor. Your siblings, too, will surely marvel at the young dragon that returned to say hello.”

Daeron nods, most fervently. He’ll return proud and bright as Tessarion, to fit amongst his siblings, as she will fit amongst the dragons hunting at Blackwater Bay.

[arabellasleopardcoat]

My thoughts on Episode 8. SPOILERS AHEAD!!!

Note taking has evolved into opinion, so to avoid being called out by anons about lack of neutrality, we go back to note taking. Edit: I lied! Opinions but since this is my writing reference, they are about characters' motivations so it doesn't count.

Tyland negotiates with the Myrish, who look deeply arabic, to break the blockade, in exchange for the Stepstones. Poor man is withering under heat. Captain Lohar I love already. “I will not sail with a man who cannot defeat me.” 

Vhagar and Aemond burning Sharp Point, you know, as one does. 

Aegon suffering through getting better. Larys taking Aegon away since he knows King’s Landing will be taken. Aegon calls Aemond mad. Finally the plot advances. Larys thinks Aemond will kill Aegon since he is frightened and angry by Rhaenyra’s dragons. Aegon suggests capturing Aemond. Larys insists in running, says he moved his savings to the Braavos Bank. Aegon feels alone and useless, no longer has a functioning cock. Larys doing the work to build him up. 

Rhaena is very thirsty. Walked for days? She sways.

Jace against Ulf and Hugh. They are lazing around and eating. Ulf is annoying, tries to hug Jace, mocks his hair, thinks himself equal to Jace. Jace in a tizz about Sharp Point and the commoners, which is more concern anyone in thus show does have for them. Forces them into apology. 

Corlys and Rhaenyra discuss dragons. Helaena is not seen as a threat by Rhaenyra, even though her dragon is old. Tessarion too young. She has no interest in riding, Rhaenyra says. Corlys names his ship The Queen Who Never Was. Lannister and Hightowers march.

Caraxes prefers pigs. Daemon shows the army to Rhaenyra’s envoy. The envoy says Rhaenyra is not fit to lead, since she hesitates and isn’t a King. Daemon calls him a traitor for suggesting Daemon should declare, and laughs. Simon Strong watches and shakes his head. 

Aemond orders searching every ship that leaves to prevent dragonseeds going to Rhaenyra. Makes it more difficult for food to get there. Helaena tells Alicent she was happier not being a Queen. Aemond orders Helaena to ride to battle, she says she won’t burn anyone. Aemond tries to drag her, Alicent and Aemond fight about how does one fight this war. Alicent wins. 

Alicent asks the grandmaester for passage and discretion, Cole smells the favor Alicent gave him and Gwayne finally connects the dots. Gwayne is a bit dumb, I am afraid. He confronts him, Criston says not to say anything because he would ruin the Hightowers and Alicent too. Cole says honor is a mist. Seems disappointed with his white cloak, finally. Suicidal again? 

Meanwhile, Tyland is getting trashed in the mud by the Captain, literally, until he starts to play dirty. She still doesn’t know his name. He is terrified of her, and she teases him with eating human flesh. I really like Lannisters. 

Baela teasing a pouting Jace. Yup, they are the healthiest relationship here. She sets him right by telling him a Prince isn’t just having a dragon and he is not the first bastard in the world. Gives him a motivational speech. 

The Myrish still don’t know Tyland's name. They make him sing, and Lohar agrees to sail with him. Cute. A dancer! Lohar offers Tyland to give her children. She wants him to fuck her wives and poor guy is terrified. I do love Lannisters, so I don’t blame her. 

Ulf makes a nuisance of himself at Rhaenyra’s dinner with Baela, Jace and the dragonseeds. Addam proves himself well behaved. She promises them knighthood. Rhaenyra wants them to burn innocents and Jace supports it. She reprimands Ulf for his manners, Jace backs her. Informed by Lord Simon that Daemon might betray her, she calls for Addam. 

Alys watches Daemon sleep. Invites him to the Godswood. He sees q man with antlers. Alys acts as his wise magic mentor, it seems. Daemon no longer scoffs at magic. She offers him red pill or blue pill and he takes it. She calls him control obsessed. Daemon touches the heart tree sap, sees Bloodraven, the Nightking, the death of the dragons, his death, Dany!!! And her baby dragons. Sees Rhaenyra and Helaena, who tells him it’s a story and he is only a part of it, that he knows what to do. Turns out he wasn’t hallucinating Helaena, she was speaking the words. Aemond tries to seduce Helaena into fighting. She asks him what if she doesn't. His eye gets teary at her rejection, she tells him she saw him burning Aegon. She prophesied Aemond's death at the God’s Eye and Aegon’s reign again. He threatens to kill her and she tells him it won’t change anything. 

Rhaenyra on Syrax arrives at Harrenhal, with Seasmoke as backup. Simon asks her to see for herself. 

What he doesn’t know is that Daemon is now a man led by prophecy, and by god medieval men like prophecies. Fama y memoria de sí, nunca mejor dicho. 

Daemon meets Rhaenyra. She asks about his loyalty and he keeps her waiting because he is dramatic like that. He tells her in High Valyrian what he saw and that Winter is coming. Rhaenyra says he sounds like Viserys. He calls her the realm’s only hope and bends the knee. The men, loyal to him as he said, bend the knee too. Simon Strong looks astonished, Ser Alfred disappointed. Rhaenyra threatens him if he leaves her again. He charms her again with a great romantic gesture including motivating the soldiers to fight for their Queen.

Simon Strong honestly is watching a romcom, he even claps in the background, and same. 

Corlys reaches for Allyn, he refuses. Corlys fears he will die. Allyn complains of Corlys lack of help during the years, how hungry he went. Deadbeat father accusations in the deadbeat fathers show. Corlys is taking the cake in the competition. Allyn I rather like because he confronts him about it, of giving him scraps after he realized he is old and alone. Feels like the wet dream of anyone with Daddy Issues ™ or is it just me?

Rhaena finally sees Sheepstealer, after almost freezing. 

Mysaria motivates Rhaenyra into being ruthless. She doubts her father would have wanted this, but Mysaria says he gave her no choice. It is why I like her. They rise Rhaenyra during the night, Alicent is visiting. She says she might have been wrong. Alicent then apologizes for being an ally to the patriarchy and believing in it. Rhaenyra accuses her of hypocrisy, which is true, for sleeping with Criston. Rhaenyra tells her it’s too late. That she can do as she pleases but Rhaenyra won’t care, including fleeing. Rhaenyra says she won’t absolve her. 

I feel unkind for thinking Alicent has only turned against the patriarchy when it started bothering her. It is an unkind thought because it started bothering her ever since she was a girl forced to marry a much older man. She believed in those power structures, though. I'm undecided about her. I guess she thought she would get the freedom of widows (Which was a thing back then, I think) and got mad when she didn’t get it. Perhaps that was her compelling force. When Viserys raped her, she took comfort in the fact that he would die first and she would be free and it didn’t happen. I cracked her. 

Alicent talks of letting Rhaenyra in the Red Keep when Aemond isn’t there peacefully. As a conqueror. Rhaenyra asks about Aegon, Alicent says she can convince Aegon to bend the knee. Rhaenyra tells her she has to take his head, she cannot have the cake and eat it too. Alicent must choose. Rhaenyra lets her leave. Seems like Alicent chose Helaena and decided anyone else can die.

The dragonseeds prep for battle. Black armor. Rhaena runs to her dragon. Hightowers march with Daeron on the head (We only see his dragon) Cregan’s men march, so do Lannisters and Leffords. Daemon leaves Harrenhal with his army. Alicent in the tunnels. Tyland and Lohar in the sea, same Corlys and Allyn. Otto in a cell? A wagon? I do think it might be a cell because he looks awful.  Larys and Aegon go into hiding, no sign of Jaehaera. Everyone marches to war. THE END. 

[pterodactylterrace]

Hey, welcome to Westeros where you can have a dragon in any color you want, so long as it’s grey or brown!

I selected the most prominent color on each dragon and put it under each picture.

So we have:

Moondancer, who is supposed to be pale green sporting a muted greenish grey.

Syrax, who is supposed to be yellow repping a nice muddy brown.

Seasmoke nailed it, he is actually grey like he is supposed to be.

Vhagar, green with copper highlights. Better known as baby shit green, apparently.

Vermax, supposed to be green with red points, I believe. Baby shit green, just like Vhagar.

Dreamfyre, a pale blue she dragon… sporting a nice pinkish brown for some reason.

Caraxes, the blood wyrm… a nice reddish brown. Is that what color they think blood is?

Vermithor, the bronze fury. He is meant to be a brownish color, so they got this one correct.

Meleys, the scarlet queen should be renamed as the muddy queen. That is not scarlet.

Sunfyre, the golden. Might want to get our money back cause that is once again brown, and not gold.

Now you may think I’m being harsh, but let’s face facts: the dragons are one of the biggest draws for people to watch this show. They should be absolutely stunning because that’s what people want to see. They decided to go with more muted and dull color patterns to be more “realistic” in a fantasy show about dragons. Really odd choice, imo.

Also? Slight problem there. Lizards are actually known to have a very wide variety of colors, some very bright and eye catching.

Top row could have been Caraxes, Syrax, Meyles and Seasmoke/Dreamfyre.

Second row; Vermax, Sunfyre, Tessarion (holding out hope)

Bottom row: Moondancer, Vermax and Vhagar.

In trying to make the dragons look more realistic, they just made them ugly colors. Sheepstealer is meant to be an “ugly brown” against all the bright and beautiful colors of the other claimed dragons. He will blend in perfectly with all his fellow brown brethren.

Also, can they just stop putting that dark ass grey filter over everything? What is even the point of filming the actors if we can barely see what is going on 90% of the time? Stop covering all the hard work with a murky filter.

[unohanabbygirl]

All I’m thinking about is fmbh Luke getting the divorce he deserves only to vibe with Daeron and remarry him. Now Daeron and Luke getting pregnant at the same time is something I see so clearly in my mind’s eye. Unlike Aemond, I feel like Daeron completely embraced his body as a way to feel more Targaryen when he was isolated in Oldtown (plus those Hightowers never really wanted to aknowledge the strangeness of Valyrians and Alicent wasn’t there to shame him so actually he was mostly left alone to develop a very healthy understanding of his body). At Driftmark he would def find the freedom to explore his gender with clothing too. It’d be so interesting to see Luke wary of Daeron or see it as a ploy for the Hightowers to try for Driftmark again, but it turns out Daeron is 100x better than Aemond is every regard and things are just easy with him. Once again he curses Viserys for chaining him to Aemond when if the fates had just said Daeron instead of Aemond he wouldn’t have lost 10 years on a dead marriage. Aemond gets nothing in the divorce! (Tho can you imagine his pride being like I need nothing from that bastard while Otto and Alicent saying you need alimony bc you have no money). Also I love divorcee Aemond thinking it was just Luke who was ruining the marriage but once he finds himself a new wife who hates him and still no inheritance he realizes oh shit I had it easy being a consort

Luke x Daeron is so niche yet so important to me so I love this idea of these two finding love with one another. Especially after Luke’s had to deal with Aemond’s bull for so long. It would also be a much cleaner start since they barely know each other seeing as Daeron’s only come around one every blue moon and even then they never actually conversed. There’s no resentment or past grievances making things difficult either, just two people getting to know each other and coming to find love. I don’t even see Daeron holding anything about Aemond’s lost eye against Luke since they barely know each other. There’s no sense of loyalty to his older brother holding him back from a happy relationship despite Alicent’s disbelief that he could ever truly love the man who blinded his “true” family.

Daeron seeing his body as his one connection with his Targ ancestry is eye opening. He’s the only one who never had the chance to connect with that person part of himself being raised amongst the Hightowers in Oldtown. None of his extended family were comfortable enough to acknowledge him being intersex therefore never brought it up, even to shame him. Without shame came the ability to not only explore his body/gender identity, but develop confidence in who he was. Moving to Driftmark would absolutely give him the opportunity to dress differently as well. Luke’s own more feminine/androgynous sense of style interesting him to the point the point of wanting to try some things out for himself.

The image of these two stunting together is stuck to my brain like glue. Luke ofc goes with his usual choices of his houses colors. On the other hand, rather than Velaryon blue Daeron is attracted to much darker blues that almost boarder onto purple in certain light to match Tessarion

Now Divorcee Aemond is forced to see his ex-husband and little brother flow together like a well oiled machine during events calling for the entire royal family’s presence while his new wife barely talks to him. It’s not even just the fact that he’s a pain in the ass to deal with but that Aemond is leeching off of her since he left with no money or lands in his name. Something she never lets him forget whereas Luke only mentioned money when it came to business rather than Aemond’s personal spending habits. (Luke always checked their records, but Aemond doesn’t have to know that)

Aemond really does live a good life as a kept man though. The only reason he involves himself with Driftmark’s trade at all is because it makes him feel as though he’s not living off of his nephew even though he very much is lmaoo

[thunderthighsxd001]

🐉 Flashback Segment 🐉

//Continuation of flashbacks and events that Alyssa Targaryen ll and her dragon Phoenix has participated in. In between parts of the fanfic I'm writing. I'll be doing a lot of these. Wanting to expand and add Alyssa, into the storyline.

Summary: Alyssa Targaryen ll goes to visit her twin brother Daeron Targaryen, in Oldtown.

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Alyssa Targaryen ll, woke up one beautiful morning. The sun was shining, the weather was so nice and lovely with a nice breeze coming off the water. The young Princess couldn't resist the urge to go out and do something. It's been sometime since she'd last seen her twin brother in Oldtown she thought. After her usual lessons with Helaena, has ended for the day. Alyssa, headed in the direction of the dragon pit. She passed by Aemond, on the way. "Going out for a flight are you?" The young Prince asked. "Must be nice to have a dragon." Aemond said with a huff clear signs of jealousy in his voice. Poor young Aemond Targaryen, has yet to claim a dragon. Being the only dragon rider out of his siblings to not have his own dragon. Must be pretty hard for a boy so young. Wanting nothing more than to prove himself to his other siblings, his mother, his father and even the entire realm. He didn't want to be seen as weak. No no Aemond, wanted to be King but unfortunately his older brother Aegon Targaryen ll, is next in line after Rhaenyra.

"Just going to head to Oldtown to visit our brother. Would you like to come? I'm sure Phoenix, won't mind." Alyssa, offered thinking it might make Aemond feel better for a while. The young Princess has always been kinder to Aemond. Seeing as he had this brewing darkness within. Aegon and her nephews can get a bit out of hand with the teasing almost borderline bullying. "I don't need you to pity me." Aemond snapped getting defensive. Alyssa, could tell Aemond's pride is hurting. "You misunderstand me brother." The young Princess said attempting to calm her brother down. "It's been a few months since Daeron, left to live in Oldtown. I just figured you would like to get out of the castle for a while." Alyssa stated but was once again turned down by Aemond, who turned his back on his sister. Stomping away with a few guards following close behind.

Upon entering the dragon pit the dragon keepers rushed to bring the princess her mount. A few minutes later the large red dragon known as Phoenix, makes his way over to his rider. Tilting his head in a playful manner. His head lowered to level up with Alyssa's head. The young Princess reached out her hand rubbing the dragon's nose and face. Leaning into Phoenix, a little bit the two stood in a peaceful embrace for a few moments. The bond between these two is strong. Alyssa, gently pushed herself off of Phoenix walking around to his right side. The red dragon lowered his body to the ground. Allowing his rider an easier time to climb up and into the saddle. Raising himself up Phoenix, started making his way to the exit of the dragon pit. A few dragon keepers following at a distance. Pushing himself off the ground, Phoenix started flying. Far below in the city that is Kings Landing some of the residences. Couldn't help but to look up at the sky admiring the magnificent red dragon and his rider overhead.

"Dragon!" A shout was heard.

"Dragon incoming!" "Dragon!" "Look it's a dragon!"

The many shouts going around Oldtown could be heard. Peaking the interest of Daeron Targaryen, who has been cooped up inside all day. Glancing out the window the prince assumed maybe the people. Were seeing his own dragon, Tessarion it's only been a few months. Since the young Prince moved from his home in the Red Keep to live as a cup bearer for the High Lord of Oldtown. This was in an attempt to keep good standing between the Hightowers of Oldtown with the Hightowers in King's Landing. (Book related I believe.) So surely the folks were still not used to seeing the blue dragon all the time. Upon looking out the window Prince Daeron Targaryen, saw a flash of red and immediately. Knew who it was and why people were so rattled. Daeron, made his way out of the building grabbing the first horse he saw. Phoenix, landed just outside the city's gates. A few of the guards and residences gathered nervously. Both in awe and in fright at the site before them. "Don't get too close Phoenix, is quite protective of me." Alyssa, warned the small gathering of people. Her smile widens when her eyes land on her brother riding over. Hoping off the horse Daeron, walked over to his twin sister. Embracing her in a tight hug it's been a few months since he last saw any of his family. Occasionally he'd receive a letter from his father the King and a few from his sisters Helaena and Alyssa. Not a peep from his older brothers or even his own mother. "You sure know how to make an entrance, dear sister." Daeron, let out a chuckle as he pulled away from his sister. "What brings you all the way to Oldtown?" "I miss having you around my, brother. Aegon is a pain in the neck and Aemond, well you know Aemond." "He still hasn't found a dragon yet?" "No not yet I know it frustrates him." "I'm glad you took the time to come visit me! Come, come I'll show you around Oldtown and later we can have dinner. Did you plan to stay the night?" Daeron Targaryen, went on as he helped Alyssa, onto the back of the horse hopping on himself. The two started making their way back into the city. Phoenix, scratched out his wings before taking to the sky to go find Tessarion. (😏)

After a long afternoon riding around Oldtown. Showing Alyssa, all the sites to see. The young Princess got to see the Citadel, Battle Isle and the Hightower itself. (These are book locations I believe) It has been decided Alyssa, will be staying the night and fly back to Kings Landing on the marrow. The twins got to have a nice private dinner for themselves. After getting the approval from the High Lord of Oldtown. Who of course can't turn down a member of the royal family anyways.

It was around lunchtime the following day. When Alyssa Targaryen ll and her dragon Phoenix, returned to Kings Landing. Once landing in the dragon pit the young Princess. Made her way inside the Red Keep her personal guards rushed over to greet her. Making her way to her personal chambers where a spread of delicious food was waiting for her...

[gemfyre]

IT'S DRAGON TIME

Last episode, season 2

A PROPER TYROSHI WITH BLUE HAIR!

Did she call him Tywin?

oh hey Rhaena, WHERE IS SHEEPSTEALER? (bring back Nettles)

Can we at least see Dreamfyre PLEEEEAAAASE??

Well done Lord Tylenol.

Rhaenyra's drip is amazing. Those epaulets.

Ooo green man. Or is it that thing from Hannibal?

Wow spoilers Heleana!

Caraxes is like "HEY FAM! How's it going?"

Syrax "you better bow bitches!"

I fucking love how the heraldry finally has COLOURS. In the HotD world the Bolton sigil would be properly pink and red.

*Rhaena sings Wuthering Heights*

Hey to make an omelette Rhaenyra. Gotta break a few eggs.

OH FOR FUCKS SAKE!

Goddamn Emma's FACE! They are fucking stunning.

Quick Rhaena the party's about to start!

TESSARION!!! SO PRETTY!

I just noticed one patch of little pink flowers on the steps of Harrenhal.

So did you fuck his wives Tyroar?

Oooh Sheepstealer looks GNARLY.

Da fuck is up with Otto?

And how fucking long do we have to wait for the next season?

[de4dking]

Daeron luring ormund into the woods under the excuse of giving him scout reports. Tessarion trailing behind them because people are less willing to follow if she's around and she hears better than both.

Ormund placing a flower between daeron's curls once they're far enough from camp and after daeron tells how many soldiers he burned during his flight. Tessarion gets distracted with prey eventually, and daeron takes the opportunity to press Lord Hightower against a tree to kiss him.

They return to camp once the blue queen is done with her meal. Back in their armor, the flower nowhere to be seen, safe distance between each other as if nothing ever happened.

On twt.

[kristinakyidyl]

Another Dragon!

This time it's Tessarion, the Blue Queen. Barely of fighting weight when the Dance started, she was ridden by one of only two decent people on the side of the Greens: Daeron Targaryen. He was the youngest son of Viserys and Alicent. They both died during the Dance, unfortunately. Tessarion is one of my favorite dragons by color, and so I really wanted to do her next.

She is described as having wings of dark cobalt with claws, crest, and belly of copper. The specific blue of her scales isn't give, so I made them a lighter cobalt color. Her flames are blue.

This is definitely one of those pieces that looks better IRL, because I used metallic copper paint and metallic blue for the dots of the scales, and neither was picked up by the camera. I added the lighter dots later in procreate when I made the background white and emphasized the lineart. I tried to give her a background, I really did, but everything I did just looked *terrible*, so I left her white.

[dnrystrmbrn]

bloodline

notes: so... i’ve been thinking about s08e01 of game of thrones a lot and honestly i think daenerys wouldn’t flip if she finds out jon is her nephew... which led me to this kakasaku fic. i didn’t really know where this was headed when i wrote it but i kind of like how it turned out. be warned: heavy, heavy incest themes and zero plot

also before you think i’m condoning incest: it’s severely, severely wrong. this is just me trying to understand the targaryens’ crazy brains.

He knew she was close before he saw or heard her.

Her dragon had a distinctive way of flying, and he could feel it flapping its humongous wings.

When Tessarion finally landed in the Pit, Kakashi let out a breath he was holding - Sakura had been gone for five days.

When she approached him, he saw that gleam in her eyes again - green eyes so deep they were blue, mirroring her dragon’s scales.

“Hello, brother,” she said playfully.

Half-brother, he corrected in his mind. Bastard half-brother.

She clasped her hands around his arm as they headed back to the castle.

“The wedding’s tomorrow - why do you look so gloomy?” she asked, her eyes sparkling even more.

“You were gone for five days, Your Grace. What was I to think-“ that you were backing out of this marriage?

“Calm down, ‘shi. Your sister is Queen, and soon you’ll be King.”

“The Faith Militant-“

“Wouldn’t dare cross me,” she finished. “They’ll burn before they could call on the Seven.”

It was his (their) father’s idea - Sakura would inherit the Iron Throne (the first queen in their history) and continue the Targaryen rule. And to keep their family pure - and the dragons in their keeping - they would have to marry.

“Do you ever wish you weren’t born into this family?” she suddenly asked. “That the blood of the dragon doesn’t run through your veins?”

“I’m not-“

“A bastard with Valryian blood is still the blood of the dragon,” she interrupted.

He contemplated the question. If he wasn’t of Valyria, this marriage wouldn’t be so... controversial. They’d be free from whispers and condemnation - but then, there would be no marriage at all. Dragons pay no mind to lions or wolves or snakes.

“Zaldrīzoti mērī sōvegon lēda zaldrīzoti,” he said. Dragons only fly with dragons.

She smiled at his answer. “You were never in favor of this marriage, Kakashi,” she said softly.

He stayed quiet - he knew better than to interrupt the queen when she was talking.

“You weren’t raised to be a Targaryen - my father let you grow up with the Andals. Valyria must sound like a myth to you. I know this... incestuous marriage disgusts you.”

She said incest like it wasn’t a real word - like it wasn’t wrong.

“And it’s something I regret - not growing up with my culture, my people,” he swiftly reassured. “You don’t disgust me, Your Grace. You are the only woman I love - the only one I will ever love.”

She reached up to kiss him.

“Fire and blood,” she said.

I will gladly go to hell just to be with you.

He nodded. “Fire and blood.”

[strangedreamings]

Let's see how my S2 finale wishlist turned out:

SER HARROLD WESTERLING Nope, not even a whisper. He'd better be in every single fucking episode of S3.

The Battle of the Gullet and pissbaby Jace [redacted]. Presumably S3E1.

Helaena riding Dreamfyre but getting the fuck away instead of engaging in the battle. Again, presumably S3E1.

More great lines from Gwayne. We got one little speech from him but no great lines.

Rhaena finding/taming Sheepstealer. She found him, taming will have to wait for S3.

Criston getting his ass kicked. Alas, no.

Alicent coming to her senses. Kinda? She's just being unrealistic about how this is all going to end.

Otto becoming Aemond's Hand and actually having to defer to him. S3 for sure.

Ulf so damn drunk he falls off Silverwing. S3, definitely.

Daeron and Tessarion (who better be a SPECTACULAR shade of blue), finally. We saw two seconds of a dragon and a rider with the Hightower army and frankly, I was unimpressed.

Daemon seeing Rhea. Nope, no first wife, but he does see his great-grandson.

After the episode, I want them to announce the Knight of the Seven Kingdoms start date. Nope, but we did get a little teaser before the episode. I'll take it.