#deanerys

[mvrcellas]

@deaneyrs said, " we have both seen terrible things. "

there was a kindness to daenerys that she hadn't expected -- the propaganda surrounding targaryens and the stories myrcella had been told for her entire life had painted quite a different picture. she remembered being very young and her grandfather looking her dead in the eyes, warning her that if targaryens were to come back into power that she would be killed or tortured or... well, it was enough to give myrcella nightmares for a week.

she smiled at the mother of dragons, something that she was sure tywin was currently rolling over in his grave about. good, she thought. let him. "i fear my life pales in comparison to yours," myrcella admitted softly, almost sheepishly. she could only IMAGINE what daenerys had to go through to get here. and myrcella? she couldn't have felt less powerful. maybe she admired the woman before her. perhaps she even envied her. "how did you do it?" she found herself asking, curiosity getting the best of her. "i am unsure if i could get through a single day in your shoes. it's... admirable."

[denbytje]

[lolitastories]

A/N BLACK AND BLOOD

Chapter 17 is the last part of the story. I will be making cut ends on the stories here and there. You are more than welcome to send me ideas on what you want to see from these characters. Its not my best work but hopefully it will get better as I start writing more. 

Thank you to all the people who have enjoyed it and I hope you continue to read my writing. 

[sunzy-creates]

Reposting my Denearys painting because it deserves to be seen!!!

I made this painting for my best friend! It took me around 20 hours and honestly I think it’s the best painting I’ve ever made.

I hadn’t painted in a while so I was worried it would turn out badly but I impressed myself instead!!!

I’m just so proud of this painting ;-;

[dawnreborn]

@deaneyrs liked for a starter.

"we can face these monsters together, you and i."

[phantomqa]

Guys what are your thoughts on this. I wrote the comment the very first one ,on a tiktok where it was talked about how deanerys was 13-14 when she got pregnant. My second comment was how devastating I find it that she expected to marry her brother who is a lot older than her actually ( I know it's an age gap about 8 years but I'm not so sure). And someone asked why it is devastating since it is tradition. I think I made my point clear in my response and would like to know how you see this? My opinion stands that I think it is really sad that she expected to marry her brother who is also her abuser.

So what are your thoughts , is it wrong to finde it devastating that a childe expected to marry her brother who abuses her just because it is tradition?

[i-am-traveling-the-multifandom]

The fact that people can ship:

Daemon and Rhaenyra, Lucerys and Aemond, Daeron and Joffery, Jon and Daenerys, Aegon and Aemond, Aegon and Heleana.

And than say ewwwww!! Gross when they see

Cersei and Jaime

Just never ceases to amaze and amuse me.

(I don't ship them. But give them respect. LOL)

[baelontargaryen]

asoiaf fans hate that george didn’t find the “lost targaryen prince” storyline compelling all because daenerys instantly interested him more as a “frightened girl becoming a powerful woman” and even said that he wanted to play with gender roles and reverse things when asked why she wasn’t a prince. those same people will also be the ones who most commonly mischaracterise, demonise and/or reduce daenerys to martyrdom. yet, if george had made daenerys a male targaryen none of this would happen

[samsolaze]

Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen

[nickismyspiritanimal]

male rage is lame and unnerving. female rage is sexy and beautiful like yes queen kill them all ❤️

[coldraindropsss]

[skawart]

Dani!

[ashley-jones]

Daughter of Fire and Blood

Chapter 3

10 year time skip

Aemond Targaryen x Niece Targaryen OC

Warnings: Cursing, forced marriage, Incest (Targaryen Pure Blood Lines), Uncle and Niece marriage (Daeny 23 Aemond 27), Overprotective father Deamon, Overprotective big brothers, Blood, sexual assault, attempted rape, death

(I love pairing these gifs together, because it looks like Daeny is searching for his gaze, but Aemond is scared to return it)

Alicent, Otto, Aemond, Sir Cristin, along with Vhagar, each entered Dragonstone. The sounds of training could be heard, along with the soft sounds of women and mids giggling and serving. Coming to a stop Aemond could see his nephews standing alongside Deamon, Daeny not far from them with her 3 younger siblings, her eyes never leaving the man that was currently winning the brawl.

The man dressed in black and green collapsed, the tip of the blade held by the older knight dressed in black, with a white cloak. "Hell yeah Volomir!" Jace called out. The knight stepped back shearing his blade, head turning looking at the princess who nodded in approval.

Daeny had grown, she stood taller, hair cut a little shorter, and tied and curled to perfection. She wore a black and red dragon riders uniform, with her house symbol ironed to the back of her dragon crested cloak. The knight walked towards her, touching her chin, then bowing his head. "What kind of a guard would I be, if I could not defeat such scum." he questioned. "I would a good one." Daeny whispered.

"Melsis. Please escort the greens to their chambers. I'm sure they tire from their journey." Daeny spoke up, looking towards her handmaiden. "Of course princess." Melsis bowed and beginning taking the Hightowers towards the castle.

Daeny didn't look at them, nor even give them her time to greet. "Keep them from entering the west wing of the castle." She ordered Volomir. "Of course princess." he whispered. He made his way inside, 2 other guards joining him and making their way towards the main entrance of the west wing, each standing guard.

She nodded for her brothers to head inside, her following after them quietly. Her boots clicking along the stone flooring, Aegon and Viserys grabbing onto her hands, standing at her sides pulling her ahead of the Greens, talking about pranking their father. She followed due to not having the heart to shove the boys away from her.

Volomir turned his head watching his princess and young princes make their way through the hall, straight towards Deamon's office. The princess ushered the boys off to their prank, instead taking passage towards the meetings chambers where her mother and aunt would be.

Entering the room she slowly and quietly shut the door behind her. "The Hightowers have arrived." she softly spoke making her way over sitting down along side her mother. "I knew I smelled dogs." Rheanys spoke. Rheanrya looked at her daughter watching her closely. "If you do not wish to marry, you do not have to daughter. Their are plenty of more choices out their for you." she softly spoke. "I must do this mother for the sake of our name and bloodline." Daeny spoke.

"I believe she has grown to love her betrothed niece." Rheanys suddenly added. Daeny looked down at her lap, trying to ignore the princess' words. "We cannot control who we love. I only wish for your happiness Daeny, and if Aemond brings you that happiness than I will support it. But I don't want you to hold the weight of that throne on your shoulders." Rheanrya softly spoke. "I know mother, but I only wish to protect the family, our family." Daeny spoke firmly.

Rheanrya loved her daughters ambition to protect her family. To give them the freedom and power they have been promised. But at the same time she felt like Daeny was putting more stress on her shoulders than actually needed. She was going to the hands of the wrong man.

Sitting at dinner, Daeny sat beside Aemond listening as Alicent attempted to bring her mother into conversation. Volomir stood behind her, while Criston stood behind Aemond, the tension between the two was hard to miss, and could easily be sliced by one of the steak knives sitting in front of her.

Daeny shifted, gaze shifting back towards the two. Volomir was looking straight ahead, expression serious. But Ser Criston was looking at Volomir ad though he was a threat, hand on his sword. Soon the tension became far too much for her, because she slid her chair out, stood up and walked away, Volomir following after her.

"I am not going far, I only wanted a glass of wine." she softly spoke towards Volomir. "Why not ask a servant?" he questioned. Daeny gave no answer instead pouring herself a glass full of the expensive red wines, then making her way back towards the table. But Cristin stood in her way of sitting back down. "Move aside Ser Criston." she said as kindly as possible. The dinning room went silent, eyes sitting on the two.

Setting her glass down beside Aemond's cup, head lifting looking directly at the kings guard. "If you do not move aside I will have no other choice but to have you moved myself." she coldly spoke. "Let my wife sit." Aemond spoke up. Volomir walked closer pulling his sword from it's sheath staring directly at Cole.

Suddenly Daeny smiled, turning and moving to stand directly by her betrothed, who's one eye lifting up towards her. She moved her head telling him to move his chair out a bit, to which he did, allowing her to move and sit herself on his lap, lifting her glass of wine with a soft smile. His arm moved around her waist and pulled her back pressing her to his chest.

"Comfortable?" Aemond whispered in her ear. "Mhm. I quite prefer this over my chair." she answered back holding the glass to her lips. She lifted her gaze towards Ser Criston eyeing him then looking at the seat that he still stood, blocking. "Sit Ser Criston. You wished for my seat so bad, then take it." she softly spoke. She smiled taking a sip of her drink, then placing it back down nodding towards the chair.

How far could she push him? How far could she tease and slam until he broke? How much farther can she push until he snaps, giving her right to have his head, to watch as his body is pulled and ripped apart by her dragons as they feed on his flesh.

"Sit." Alicent ordered quietly. Otto nodded towards the k ight who pulled the chair out a bit more, sitting in the princess' seat. "There, now isn't that better?" Daeny questioned. Deamon laughed under his breath holding his glass up, enjoying his daughters teasing and pushing methods, reminding him of himself.

Her purple eyes met her father's the. Turned her head smiling to herself, not noticing the darkened glare the knight was giving her, but Aemond did. His arm tightened around her waist pulling her closer to her, making her look back at him smiling softly, lips pressing into the crown of his head, to which he hummed deeply.

Rheanrya watched her daughter then looked down, feeling guilty in a way. She wanted her daughter to marry someone she loved, and though it seemed like Daeny loves Aemond, with Alicent and Gotta still in power, Daeny could never truly sit down and fall in love, because she'll be too worried about keeping her family safe. She turned her head towards her husband, who was already looking at her, thinking the same as she was.

"Volomir, will you escort Daeny back to her bedroom.. It is getting rather late, and she has a busy morning." Deamon ordered. "Of course my prince." Volomir answered. "But I haven't finished my.." Daeny cut herself off when she caught her father gaze. She nodded gently removing Aemond's arm from her waist and standing walking in front of Volomir as she made her way out of the dinning chambers, the knight following after her.

A crush echoed outside of Daeny's chambers, her head turning. She stood up telling her maid to stay put as she nested the door. "Volomir?" she called out. She reached out touching the doorknob, going to open it, only for it be pushed open by the greens guard. Stepping back quickly looking past him seeing Volomir on the floor, throat slashed as he laid on his own blood. "Volomir! What have you done?!" she yelled.

Criston grabbed a hold of her by the throat pulling her in any direction that he could have full advantage over her. She fought hard against his grab, screaming at her maid to go. "Misa run!" she yelled. The maid yelped and ran out immediately going down the steps of the castle, running for the dinner chambers.

Criston grabbed her arms with one hand, her hair with the other slamming her down against her desk ripping and tearing at her night gown. Cries and yells escaped her as she tried everything in her power to fight back, but he was stronger than her.

"My lord!" Misa cried. Deamon stood up quickly, chair nearly falling with how quick he stood. "What is it Misa?" he quickly questioned. "The guard of the greens, he cut down sir Volomir, he.. He is inside the princess' room!" she cried out. Deamon has never moved so quick in his life, his boots could be heard echoing in the halls as he ran through the halls and up the stairs, Aemond, Otto, Rheanrya, Alicent, and guards followed after him.

Daeny's pleads and cries could be heard as she begged Criston not to touch her, not to defile her. But soon it went silent, this made Deamon run quicker. He busted the door down running inside seeing his daughter collapsed on the floor, blood covering her torn nightgown, her blade sitting in her hands. Blood could be seen sitting between her legs, but Ser Criston laid on the floor head to the side as blood gushed from his stomach.

Deamon ran straight to his daughter kneeling down grabbing her cheeks turning her head as he pleaded for her to be okay. The knife fell from her hands grabbing onto her father's arms. "Why does it hurt?" she whispered. "W-what has he done to me?" she whimpered. "Get me the Maester!" he yelled towards the guards.

Alicent looked down at her guard with widened eyes then towards the princess. Maester's came running inside straight towards the princess. She was lifted into a bridal hold, and removed from the room. Her head turning looking at her personal guard lay on the floor. "V-Volormir.." she whispered. Her guard, her protector, the one that has looked over her for the past 15 years of her life. She turned her head away looking down at her legs, seeming to come to terms with what See Criston had done to her.

"Is he dead?" Rheanrya questioned. "Yes. She must of gotten him back far enough to stab him." Deamon coldly spoke. Rheanrya turned her head towards Alicent who was looking down at the guard. Then Alicent looked up looking directly at her childhood friend. "She has been defiled Rheanrya.." she whispered. It was at those words that Deamon lifted his head looking directly at the Hightowers. "Defiled?! For all we know you bitch put him up to this." he growled. "You realized the power she would hold if she married your son, that Aegon would no longer have hold over that throne, so you took what meant most in Kings landing. A girls innocence. So tell me my queen. Was it worth it?" he growled.

"Have them escorted out. And have this bastards body fed to Mexes." Deamon growled. There was nothing but pure fury in his eyes, the want for blood as Dark Sister cried and begged for their blood she'd. "But leave his head. It will sit on the wall." Rheanrya spoke up.

"Nyke emagon issare vaogemagon." (I have been defiled.) Daeny whispered as the Maester's cleaned her. "Issa dīnilūks istan naejot save issa lentor, yn sir nyke daor." (My marriage was to save my family, but now I cannot.) she slowly added. She spoke in high Valryian. Fingers pressing into her stomach feeling disgusted and sick with herself.

Alicent stopped looking into the healing chambers, looking at the girl. Her heart broke, not wanting this for the girl. Daeny looked up turning her head looking at her, then turning away nails cutting into skin, which had the Maester's grabbing her arms carefully lowering them back to the side.

Aemond pushed past his mother, walking inside grabbing Daeny's cheeks softly making her look up at him. "My apologies uncle.." she whispered. He pushed her messy hair back leaning down pressing his forehead against hers, tears finally following down her cheeks. "I'm sorry.." she whimpered. His lips crashed onto hers, her shaky hands reaching pressing into the side of his neck kissing back, salt could be tasted on his lips from her tears.

"Princess.. I do apologize but you must drink this." one of the maesters spoke. Daeny moved away looking at the cup, then up at the maester. "Piss off." Aemond growled. "She doesn't have much of a choice my lord.. She is unmarried, she will bare a bastard if she does not drink this." the maester simply spoke. The mention of bastard had her arms curling over her stomach. "Please my lady just drink." he muttered. "Did you not hear me? I said Piss. Off." Aemond growled. The maester sighed setting the plan b aside and walking out along with the others, the door shutting behind them.

"H-he didn't.. I k-killed him before he could.." she quickly spoke. The weight of protecting and saving her family, was slowly starting to crash down on her shoulders. She leaned down wanting for that weight to disappear. Aemond looked down at her watching her, watching as she was crashing and burning. Deamon walked inside the room making his way towards the other side of the bed sitting down, gently pushing Daeny's hair from her face.

"Kepa, nyke jaelagon naejot morghūljagon nykeā zaldrīzes riders morghon." (Father, I wish to die a dragonriders death.) Daeny spoke. She turned her head towards her father watching him closely, watching his expression. "Ao jāhor daor morghūljagon issa riñnykeā." (You will not die my child.) he whispered.

"Lilagon hen zaldrīzoti emagon mērī begun." (Dance of the dragons has only begun.)

Her words sent chills through both men as they watched the female. Her purple eyes lifted meeting her own gaze in the mirror opposite of the bed. She would like to say may God have mercy on their souls. But the gods have no mercy, for that I'd why they call them gods.

[angrygirlromero]

so like I’m aware that in hotd, Rhaenyra talks about the prince that was promised, and half of the fandom thinks she was talking about Jon Snow, and the other half thinks she was talking about Dany even if Rhaenyra did say “prince” in the show, but in high Valyrian their aren’t any pronouns, so it could be princess that was promised, and it could also be referring to both of them as in the sense of prince and princess that was promised? Idk just a random thought

[empressofmankind]

Remember that sketch of Euron playing the accordion? I figured I do another sketch for the same fic on the other page, featuring something I am not remotely as confident at: kids.

So, have a complicated picture of Euron's A+ parenting involving taking a nine-year-old that can't swim (Dany) and a ten-year-old that'll crawl into every flood crevice in sight (Joan, i.e. Jon) to a tide beach. And just. Not paying attention.

[fuzzyunicorn]

Suck it bitches!!!!!