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Being a king and war leader at 15 is so chill and fun 😊😊👍yay😄

I love Brienne so much can't not reblog all the beautiful art people make of her. Everything about this is precious the shield the cape the armor the background the sword the face the scars on the face the facial expression. Brienne. The artist loves Brienne like I do.

“The Maid from Tarth” (Color Pencil and Marker, 7x10)

[ID in Photo] born to play lacrosse forced to look for a maid of three-and-ten

justice for all the women of westeros but especially ASHA GREYJOY who ran for president on a platform of “I’ll finally end the forever wars that have brought us literally no gain whatsoever” and still somehow lost to an evil wizard who did the fantasy equivalent of bringing back plutonium rods from Chernobyl

jaime‘s kingsguard curriculum vitae is gonna be so funny at the end of it all. ‘served under four kings and one queen. cuckholded one of them with the other. fathered two of them. killed two of them. all died under his watch.’

the daemon and alyssa shit got me back on my thoughts re jaime’s joanna dream….

Aeron: "Men fish the sea, dig in the earth, and die. Women birth children in blood and pain, and die. Night follows day. The winds and tides remain. The islands are as our god made them."

Some scenes for the prompt "Home" for twoweeksoftheon

(The scene with Aeron hit me, when I reread. We often fault Theon for his homecoming, for failing to get to know the people and find allies first. But one of the first things he does on the Iron Islands is in fact ask for advice and information in full humility, from someone he remembers as potentially helpful. Aeron isn't.)

i really really like this sorry pack of squids

Dunk and Egg Harrenhal Halloween Episode. and scene. Egg tries to swim to the isle of faces and has to get fished out by a pretty fisherman’s daughter because Dunk can’t remember if he knows how to swim. Comes out with a cool rock that Dunk immediately throws back into the God’s Eye, threatening to clout him on the ear. He does not clout Egg on the ear. An old old man tells Dunk he dreamed of him, and that his dreams come true because his mother was a witch and that he should watch out because he dreamed of a big bat descending on him to kill. Recurring bit where Dunk is about to eat whatever people meat pie the Lothstons are serving up but keeps getting interrupted. An old woman Egg meets once who no one else can corroborate the existence of tells him there’s a dragon egg in the basement. He gets lost looking for it and only gives up when the walls start screaming at him. Dunk and some rivermen are getting paid to shore up the inner walls but it takes forever because people keep disappearing. Eventually they accidentally break into a sealed-off room filled with gnarled, burnt-out skeletons. No one can recall when they’re from. Danelle Lothston notices that Duncan the tall is tall, gives him some of the good wine, and is like come over for dinner tomorrow ;) Dunk gets spiked with the crazy blood potion and there’s a freaky weirwood dream sequence involving no fewer than 2 summerhall foreshadowings and 3 bear and the maiden fair references. Danelle Lothston is fixing to eat Dunk the next day but right as she’s about to get him alone Egg comes out like SER DUNCAN I SAW A GHOST. It looked like a WOMAN COVERED IN BLOOD she was wandering the halls near the dungeons and the kitchen. Dunk threatens to clout him on the ear because that’s not real. Lady Lothston is like actually look at the time I’ve got to go and it looks like you do, too. Dunk gets smacked in the head by a bat he didn’t see nesting in the hallway and thinks it’s a ghost for a second. Egg laughs at him. Dunk threatens to clout him on the ear. He does not clout Egg on the ear. Punchline at the end where on their way out Dunk finally gets to eat dinner and is wow like the high lords have everything and yet they’re also serving the same kind of pork that we eat in flea bottom. Queer.

Two more alternatives because I could not figure out which is best

Mya Rivers. Continue with new ASOIAF fanart for children of Aegon IV Targaryen. This time another sister of Bloodraven - Mya. Again, there is no info about her, except her name, so her design is completely headcanon.

Gwenys Rivers. Continue with new ASOIAF fanart for children of Aegon IV Targaryen. This time sister of Bloodraven - Gwenys. I could not find much about her, except her name, so her design is completely imagined and have nothing to do with canon.

Auntie Dany & Prince Eggy

From the cutting board of an old story, as promised for @spookyscaryfox:

“Can I interest you in a mimosa, Auntie? A jay, perhaps?” 

Princess Daenerys turns away from the white clouds rippling beneath the plane wing like a banner in the wind to eye her nephew warily. He’s the last person she wants to be trapped on a plane with right now, but Elia wanted them to return from their respective international trips together.

From Volantis to Pentos, Daenerys appreciated blessed silence as her traveling staff gave her the space to process her loss privately before having to do so in public. 

Then, after an hour-long wait on a Pentoshi airfield, Aegon arrived.

“We aren’t going to brunch, Eggy; my mother is dead. And you’re not smoking on my plane.” 

“You’re right. Grandmother did love a good vodka tonic,” he says, retrieving a small plastic baggy full of gummy bears from a vintage leather duffle bag monogrammed with a stately “A.T. VI” before pressing the intercom. “We’d like two vodka tonics, please.”

“You carry your drugs in a monogrammed bag?” 

He blinks at her with eyes like Rhaegar’s—deep indigo opposed to the light violet of her own—with none of his seriousness. “What? They’re only illegal in Westeros.” 

Maybe vodka isn’t a bad idea. 

“How old were you when Grandmother let you have your first tonic?” Aegon asks, looking wistfully at the clear liquid in his glass. 

Dany smiles, remembering her mother’s summons in the wee hours after her fifteenth birthday party. It was a bit of a tradition in the family that when she summoned you to the Queen’s personal sitting room for a drink, she thought of you as an adult. 

“So,” her mother said in her gentle voice. “Tell me what you want to do with your life, my dear.”

To go to college—away from Westeros. To see the world and learn about life outside of palaces and stuffy old traditions. To contribute more to the world than smiling and hugging children for photo opportunities. 

She’d managed all of the above, with her mother’s ardent support every step of the way. Through six years at Sealord’s College in Braavos where she earned dual undergraduate degrees in international studies and economics, then a postgraduate degree in human rights. “Diplomacy” missions across Essos and as far east as Asshai while she raised funds to start The Mhysa Foundation, which advocated against labor-related human rights abuses all over the world. Her fervent lobbying against archaic labor laws in Astapor, Yuncai, Meereen, and Volantis that were little more than thinly-veiled slavery. 

And on the rare occasion Daenerys ended up in the tabloids for one silly thing or another (namely her weakness for the private company of tattooed Essosi futbol players), Rhaella never reprimanded her, even when Rhaegar and Elia expressed disapproval.

Gods, she missed her mother so much already. 

“Fifteen,” she finally answered Aegon. “You were a bit older, right?” 

Aegon nodded. “Nineteen. Not everyone was as wise beyond their years as you were, Auntie. Though,” he shrugs. “It could have been worse. I don’t think she had a drink with Uncle Viserys until he was twenty-one.”

That was certainly on-brand for her middle brother. “Do you remember what she said to you?” 

Her nephew cleared his throat and did his best impersonation of Rhaella’s prim, melodic voice. “‘You come from the stock of rulers and rogues, on both sides. Gods be good, you’ll be neither.’” Casting a look at the red-haired Royal Guardsman seated with the rest of the detail near the back of the plane, he smiles a wicked grin. “She was right. I much prefer to take after the women in my family.” 

Careful not to stare too hard at the older gentleman—Connington, if she’s not mistaken—Dany rolls her eyes. “Honestly, Aegon. He’s your father’s age.” 

Aegon motions for a refill. “That’s the point, Auntie. Don’t tell me you’ve never indulged in a little ‘daddy’ play? That enforcer from the Dothraki futbol team looked like the type.” 

Ordinarily, she’d indulge his need to dish; especially since it seems like he wants a distraction from his grief. But she’s in no mood to discuss her exes, least of all the one whose “sun and stars” tattoo she only recently removed from her hip bone. 

“How long has this been going on?” If the man had touched her nephew when he was underage, she’d personally have him gelded. 

“Before you start breathing fire,” Aegon held up his hand. “It’s only been since my twenty-third birthday. And I seduced him.” 

“If Rhaegar ever finds out…”

For the first time since he boarded the plane, Dany sees darkness cloud his carefree expression. “His precious heir has just given him adorable twin grandchildren. And he has a throne to ascend. Who shares my bed is the least of Father’s concerns.” 

Unfortunately, with Rhaegar and Elia on the throne, Dany has a feeling that the dating lives of all the unmarried Targaryens are about to be at the top of the list of the crown’s concerns. 

"I’m going to try to get some rest. There’s a proper mourning suit for you to change into before we land. A preview from Prada’s spring line.” 

With a smile, Aegon rises from his seat. “Princess Daenerys, Holder of Degrees, Khaleesi of Essosi Futbol Cocks, Mhysa of the Downtrodden, Procurer of Fine Fabrics for Her Favorite Nephew. Long may you reign.”  

“You’re only my favorite until little Baelon is old enough to have a Vodka tonic with his Great-Aunt.” 

Flipping her the bird, he retreats to one of the suites, leaving Dany once more in blessed silence.

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A/N: I forgot how observant Aegon is on the low. Him saying he "takes after the women" in his family messing around with his bodyguard meant that he knew about Rhaella/Barristan and Elia/Arthur. lol

ok like. i know im gonna sound insane right here but. #1 canon targ/valyrian/velaryon trait that goes ignored that makes me want to commit murder is them having aquiline noses. give them the noses cowards. i demand it. i need it. STOP GIVING THEM PRETTY LITTLE SMALL NOSES I WANT A BEAK ON THESE DRAGON FREAKS-

Fire and Blood, page 408

I would like to understand why so many people say that Rhaenys was useless compared to Visenya in the conquest if Rhaenys and Visenya conquered almost the same number of houses.

I'm currently reading fire and blood and until now Rhaenys and Visenya conquered almost the same number of houses, and Rhenys is the one who has had difficulty with the kings of these houses, and even with difficulty she conquered everything.

Aegon literally sent her to battle, and don't try to convince me that he didn't bc he knew with whom he was dealing.

Visenya literally had no difficulty on conquering the places she went while rhaenys was always in battles.

Rhaenys would've conquered and even more than Visenya and Aegon if she had conquered Dorne, so???

I believe that she would've conquered Dorne if Aegon didn't have the desire of submission, and I say it bc in the book Rhaenys shows herself as a great politician, she was so good that she even arrenged marriages among the great houses to hinder civil wars and to give an end to old conflicts.

Finalmente comecei a ler fogo e sangue, e estava na expectativa de gostar da rã amarela, mas simplesmente não consigo respeitar uma mulher maluca com delírios de grandeza que deixa mulheres, crianças e idosos para serem queimados pelos Targeryen, e respeito menos ainda quem usa a morte da rainha Rhaenys pra falarem que ela era fraca sendo que quando pesquisei o grrm falou que matar um dragão era quase impossível e que Dorne foi um acidente.

Respeitaria a Meria se ela tivesse sido mulher o suficiente pra entrar em acordo com o Aegon, um acordo que favorecesse Dorne e que os deixassem submissos, mas ela realmente parecia estar empenhada em provar que era maior que os Targeryen e que podia vencê-los, o que pra mim ela não conseguiu já que morreu com Dorne ainda em guerra.

Sinceramente, o povo dornês não parecia estar nem aí se eram conquistados ou não, e também não faria diferença se fossem pq em nenhum momento eles tiveram sua cultura, costumes, língua ou qualquer coisa nativa que fosse ameaçada pelos conquistadores.

Acho uma merda esse papo de conquista, principalmente pq no livro simplesmente não há motivação nenhuma pra isso, e até agora a gente não sabe se esse sonho do Aegon é canon, mas me parece que a Meria não queria ser conquistada apenas por ego mesmo, até pq viu o povo morrer e não ligou como se eles próprios levassem o nome e o sangue martell nas veias.

Vou continuar achando os Martell muito foda, amo a história da Nymeria e das cobras da areia, mas se até os stark se ajoelharam quem são eles pra não querer fazer o mesmo? Isso por um caso é uma desonra em meio a todo o caos que estava acontecendo?

No one is writing about Aegon and Rhaenys, I guess I have to be the first to give the first step

the day the fandom realizes arya isn’t always ‘masculine’ and sansa isn’t always ‘feminine’ theyre just two traumatized children navigating are world that’s against them

au where both rhaegar and robert died, but lyanna and elia live.

“Crying like Cassandra… I used to tell the future, but they cut out my tongue, and left me doing laundry to think in what I’ve done.”

House Targaryen From Daenys to Daenerys and Young Griff

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The Dreamer, The Mother, and The Mummer

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