#daenerys death tw

[caywinn]

Not looking forward to the fact that apparently the first episode of hotd season two is called “A son for a son” and that Dyana is also in the second episode so im assuming b&c is a two parter? Makes sense, but i was hoping to not jump into two toddlers and a baby getting attacked and their mother having to choose between which son to kill so they dont rape her daughter. Also i just am not looking forward to seeing Alicent and Helena suffering like that. Because apparently (i saw a tumblr post about it dont know how accurate it is or who posted it) that the writers wanted to have Alicent raped during it? And Olivia shut that down immediately (understandable). The got/hotd writers love having women suffer, it doesnt matter if you hate the greens, blacks, Rhaenyra, Cersie, Sansa, Dany, they ALL suffered and deserved better.

#house of the dragon #team green #alicent hightower #hotd #game of thrones #alicent hightower defense squad #helena targaryen #daenerys targaryen #jaehaera targaryen #jaehaerys targaryen #maelor targaryen #cersie lannister #sansa stark #team black #rhaenyra targaryen #b&c #tw rape #tw violent death #anti viserys i targaryen #anti daemon targaryen

[rise-my-angel]

Really appreciate someone acknowledging Jon, despite being a male character, being a victim of rape.

For a long time I thought maybe I was overanalyzing, or projecting my own experiences as a female victim, or just reading too much into it. But I kept going back and trying to see things from the point of view for the defences I kept coming across that it's normal and consensual. And I just couldn't reach that.

And now it just stands out that in a fandom that is very passionate about defending female characters from men's sexual violence, we almost never talk about how Jon Snow has multiple times now, fallen into that category of rape victims.

Many rape victims struggle to see themselves as such, tend to do memory edits of people to make their abusers better in their minds, tend to convince themselves the abuse is normal behavior or that it isnt rape because it physically felt good.

Jon is a strong, capable, skilled man with a good head on his shoulders and I genuinely think we as a fandom have tricked ourselves believe it means he must know exactly what he is doing. I don't generally like doing a "if the genders were swapped" defense, but it needs to be said to people who ship Jon with these women or defend these women.

If Jon was a female instead of a man and if his love interests were male we would be viewing it undeniably as rape. And just because Jon doesn't say it's rape doesn't mean it isnt. Both of Jon's love interests were not consensual relationships, and just because he doesn't think the words himself, doesn't mean he wasn't raped.

I just feel passionate about this one, I've looked at all angles many times and everytime I circle back around to Jon is a rape victim, but we have failed to acknowledge it because he is a male character against female perpetrators.

Jon deserves better then to have both his love interests, also be the same women who raped him. And deserved far better then to have so many people root for those relationships.

#it irks me a lot #doing my reread and rewatch it just made me feel ill #the show doesnt help because it really tries to frame ygritte as in the right #like i had to just skip the cave scene on my rewatch because i begun to feel so utterly ill #it frames it as romantic and there is no agdnowledgement anywhere for how Jon feels about it #we only assume he was fine with it because he participated #but his participation was at the threat of death and its the exact same thing with dany and i hate it #i hate that we refuse to let Jon be a rape victim because hes an otherwise strong and capable male character #game of thrones #asoiaf #a song of ice and fire #jon snow #anti daenerys targaryen #anti jonerys #anti ygritte #tw rape #rape tw

[wvsteria]

jon snow & daenerys targaryen ;; @drvcxrys​

seeing her face stopped jon in his tracks. he had no idea how he ended up here, but he didn’t expect to see someone who was supposed to be dead. much less someone he knows that he killed himself. “dany..?” he was almost positive that he had started just seeing things at this point. 

#hw.jonsnow #& daenerys targaryen #drvcxrys #death mention tw

[empathiie]

@drvcxrys | Theon & Daenerys.

"My lady, it's good to make your acquaintance... On a formal level," Theon nods as he speaks, unsure of how to correctly address her -- as a lady or as a queen, given the fact that he hadn't lived past the battle at Winterfell. "My name is Theon Greyjoy, I fought for House Stark in Winterfell, I am not certain if you recall."

#( * character interactions: theon. ) #( * theon ; daenerys. ) #drvcxrys #death mention tw

[rainbowmuses]

@drvcxrys​ | Daenerys 

The last time he saw her it was during a moment of utter heartbreak. He would never forget that moment in time because it was something he had tried to prevent but he failed her, he failed Missandei and he failed his sister. So now that he was looking at his queen.. he felt many things but regret was the one that took over. “Daenerys”

#(&&Tyrion talks to; Daenerys Targaryen) #(&&Tyrion's conversations) #hwevent14 #tw: death mention #death mention tw

[stillgrxwing]

She couldn’t remember what had happened. Not at the end. She could remember everything leading up, but after she had made it to Dragonstone everything had simply became a BLUR. Maybe Daenerys wasn’t sure what was going to happen, and she had just simply repressed those memories. Maybe all of her work, all of the people she had saved, all of the people she had SLAIN had been for nothing. The people she had pushed away and the people that she had lost. But, at the very least, even if she lacked EVERYONE she still had these three. Drogon, Rhaegal, and Viserion. Those were the three who mattered even when she had failed to bring a child into this world, she still had THEM. And they loved the freedom here. No one was afraid of their large sizes. She looked over at the person who had seemed to stop and stare. “They’re not that bad. Drogon...” She pointed up at the larger back one. “He can get a bit snippy sometimes. But he’s a good boy. Or, at least, he tries to be.” She teased. 

@bcssbitchs // @ragdclls // @igcttabe // @drunkcnsunlight​

#Daenerys Targaryen tag tbd #tw; child death #tw; pregnancy mention #tw; mental health #tw; death mention #/ i'm kinda feeling her out right now! so bear with me y'all #but please love her <3

[forafcrtnight]

waking up had been the hardest part.  cersei lannister had never shown fear in her life, not if she could help it. she was a lioness, a lannister of casterly rock and the rightful queen of the seven kingdoms, she would not cringe for them. but still, even cersei had to admit that there was something very wrong about this situation - starting from the very fact that she should be dead. of course she was grateful for another chance - one that kept her away from king’s landing and a certain death at the hands of the mad queen and, a second chance for her child. but.. jaime. jaime, who had came back for her. jaime, who had died with her. it wasn’t fair, cersei, knew, but she had never been a selfless woman. she would take what she was given, no matter what the cost. the queen was so lost in thoughts that she barely noticed that she was about to bump into someone, right until she did. being cersei, she would never apologize - the problem wasn’t with her, it was with everyone else. “watch it.” and yet, when she saw the other, cersei froze. she wasn't afraid, but.. but.. the other's cruelty had shocked her. DO YOU THINK I'M EASILY SHOCKED? NO. "you... what are you doing in here? monsters should not be allowed to walk freely. not so tough without your dragons and your armada backing you up, now, are you?" @ofthecosmos 

#cersei ; talks. #cersei ; daenerys t. #i hope this is okay !!! <3 #death mention tw #mental health tw #violence mention tw

[raventreehall]

a storm of swords dash simulator

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i don't want to reveal too much but i had a really great day today hawking and riding and received some really exciting news (and maybe a potential marriage offer!) wow wow wow!!! haven't felt like this in so long 🥰

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i'm so happy for you my jonquil

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thanks for sharing my lady

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PISSED OFF AT MY BF RN 🤬🤬🤬 NEVER TRUST A SOUTHERNER AND ESPECIALLY NEVER TRUST A CROW!!!!!!!

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by the law of the dothraki she must return to vaes dothrak to take her place alongside the crones of the dosh khaleen. it is known.

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shut up and go sack a defenseless city or something

🍁weirwoodzz Follow

hey do you guys remember when theon greyjoy took winterfell last year and killed the stark boys? has anyone heard anything else about that? feel like it kind of just disappeared from the news cycle, what happened to greyjoy?

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lord bolton's bastard killed him

🍁weirwoodzz Follow

oh really? wow. kind of extreme but deserved i guess

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Ramsay isn't a bastard, King Joffrey legitimized him two months ago and Lord Roose is going to make him castellan of the Dreadfort soon. He loves his son and trusts his abilities. Plus, Ramsay is being awarded for his efforts in saving Winterfell and putting a stop to the ironborn raids in the North by being betrothed to Arya Stark—would a bastard be granted that honor? I don't think so.

Also, Theon isn't dead, Ramsay is (rightfully) flaying him for his crimes in the dungeons beneath the Dreadfort. Gods, I'd love to see Ramsay thrust the knife under his skin!!!!! 😜

#ramsay bolton #house bolton #our blades are sharp #theon greyjoy

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ughhhh my sister is getting married tmrw and my brothers keep going on about getting revenge on king robb while he's here for the feast... like i just wanted some food :/// iswtg that's the only good thing about my siblings weddings and now they're saying there won't even be any and i'm gonna have to go into hiding before the bedding ceremony or something. why can't my family just be NORMAL

🐟greenfork Follow

TW: Red Wedding, death, violence

A masterpost on what happened at the Twins and what it means for the Northern independence cause, the War of the Five Kings, and the realm in general.

Also a bunch of links on how you can help people affected in the Riverlands.

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why are there so many crabs on my dash rn

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TYWIN LANNISTER IS DEAD 🦀🦀🦀🦀

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actually i think it's still for king joffrey

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lol i thought it was for robb stark

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maybe it's for the mountain?

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mother have mercy i was walking by the great sept of baelor (i wanted to pay my respects to our blessed king joffrey) but i was blocked by a knight of the kingsguard—i believe it was one of the kettleblacks, unfortunately i always forget which one has been elevated to the kingsguard—because the queen was keeping vigil over her son, so i prayed outside instead. yet only a few minutes passed when i swear i saw the kingslayer arrive (he seemed to be missing a hand!) and enter. then, and this is the most disturbing part, i swear to the father that i heard noises of fornication coming from inside! i know for a fact that the only other person inside was the queen mother. could the rumors be true? i feel dirty even writing this. i wonder if i should tell my septon.

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stannis has literally been telling y'all and you didn't listen 🙄

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is it just me or is lady stoneheart kinda 👀

#ran out of the separators just imagine them #a storm of swords #asoiaf #valyrianscrolls #a song of ice and fire

[marichive]

𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐍 : 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑

Writing / roleplay prompts collected from the POV chapters of Daenerys Targaryen in A Dance with Dragons , the fifth book of the ASOIAF saga. Feel free to adjust pronouns / etc. as needed.

tw: dark & mature themes, death, violence, suggestive / sexual content

❝ There is no need for you to see this. ❞

❝ He died for me. ❞

❝ It is bad luck to touch the dead. ❞

❝ They are only girls. ❞

❝ The blood of the dragon does not weep. ❞

❝ I am still at war, only now I am fighting shadows. ❞

❝ They are soldiers, not warriors. ❞

❝ Their training teaches them to obey, fearlessly, perfectly, without thought or hesitation … not to unravel secrets or ask questions. ❞

❝ I’ll see them when I’m dressed. ❞

❝ A crown should not sit easy on the head. ❞

❝ You are so radiant today I fear to look on you. ❞

❝ Women do not forget. Women do not forgive. ❞

❝ Does he believe a pair of pretty slippers will win my hand? ❞

❝ If he proposes that I wed this man again, I’ll throw a slipper at his head. ❞

❝ I am only a young girl and know little of the ways of war. ❞

❝ Why, it must be because you have no other purpose but to plague me. How many times have I refused you? ❞

❝ I see that you are eloquent as well as beautiful. I am quite persuaded. ❞

❝ You take too much on yourself. ❞

❝ Help me dress. I’ll have a cup of wine as well, to clear my head. ❞

❝ Come sleep with me. Dawn will not come for hours yet. ❞

❝ He was a good brother. ❞

❝ Say the word, my sweet, and I will send you from this awful place. ❞

❝ I would sooner stay with you. I feel safe when I’m with you. ❞

❝ I want to keep you safe. ❞

❝ No one ever kept me safe when I was little. ❞

❝ I want to protect you, but . . . it is so hard, to be strong. ❞

❝ I don’t always know what I should do. I must know, though, I am all they have. ❞

❝ We’ll both sleep, and dream of sweeter days. ❞

❝ Who would ever dare to love a dragon? ❞

❝ There is no woman more lovely than you. Only a blind man could believe otherwise. ❞

❝ A bath will help soothe me. ❞

❝ How did you get past my guards? ❞

❝ Your guards never saw me. ❞

❝ Why should I fear him? ❞

❝ If you have some warning for me, speak plainly. ❞

❝ Remember who you are. ❞

❝ I was praying. ❞

❝ Prophecies are treacherous. ❞

❝ If this is truly what my people wish, do I have the right to deny it to them? ❞

❝ Truth was never welcome at that court. ❞

❝ He was a traitor who met a traitor’s end. ❞

❝ He played a part in your father’s fall, but he bore you no ill will. ❞

❝ The king wanted you killed, but he spoke against it. ❞

❝ You think they would harm me? ❞

❝ I should have seen it coming. Was I so blind, or did I close my eyes willfully, so I would not have to see the price of power? ❞

❝ I would give them back to you if I could, but some things are beyond the power of even a queen. ❞

❝ What have I unleashed upon the world? ❞

❝ If they are monsters, so am I. ❞

❝ Are they meant to inflame me? ❞

❝ Would my lord prefer something sweeter? ❞

❝ I will not trust you, but I need you. ❞

❝ A craven’s knife can slay a queen as easily as a hero’s. ❞

❝ He is playing games with me. But I can play as well. ❞

❝ I do not wish to speak of him. ❞

❝ Let us speak instead of love, of dreams and desire. ❞

❝ I am drunk with the sight of you. ❞

❝ Why did you abandon me? ❞

❝ I am almost certain that I asked you for your hand. Begged you, even. ❞

❝ You gave up too easily. ❞

❝ I must marry, all agree. ❞

❝ I am not so foolish as to wed a man who finds a fruit platter more enticing than my breast. ❞

❝ If you will not take me for your husband, I am content to be your slave. ❞

❝ I have been rained on and I have been sold. It is not the same. No one wants to be owned. ❞

❝ Is that meant to frighten me? I lived in fear for years. I woke afraid each morning and went to sleep afraid each night. ❞

❝ Let me stay and help persuade you. ❞

❝ You look . . . weary. Are you sleeping? ❞

❝ You know how much I value your wisdom. ❞

❝ You need a king beside you to help you bear these burdens. ❞

❝ Have you no smile for me? Am I as fearful as all that? ❞

❝ I always grow solemn in the presence of such beauty. ❞

❝ I have never wanted war. ❞

❝ You have not said you love me. ❞

❝ That is not the answer of a man in love. ❞

❝ What is love? Desire? No man could ever look on you and not desire you. ❞

❝ A new time has come, and new things are possible. Marry me. ❞

❝ Kiss me as if I were your wife. ❞

❝ No. I do not love you. ❞

❝ It’s him I want, not you. ❞

❝ One day all men must die, but it serves no good to dwell on death. I prefer to take each day as it comes. ❞

❝ Words are wind, even words like love and peace. I put more trust in deeds. ❞

❝ So it seems that I may wed again. Are you happy for me? ❞

❝ A queen belongs not to herself, but to the realm. ❞

❝ Marriage or carnage, those are my choices. ❞

❝ Did he wed for love or duty? ❞

❝ I know he was very fond of her. ❞

❝ I could become fond of him, in time. ❞

❝ I need to change, to make myself beautiful. ❞

❝ You have grown more beautiful in my absence. How is that possible? ❞

❝ I have missed you so much. ❞

❝ They never told me you were here, or I might have played the fool and sent for you at once. ❞

❝ I have only one urgent need. You. ❞

❝ A man surrounded by foes cannot defend himself. No, when faced with many enemies, choose the weakest, kill him, ride over him and escape. ❞

❝ He is as bold as he is bloody. ❞

❝ He is a monster. A gallant monster, but a monster still. ❞

❝ Do you take me for the Butcher King? ❞

❝ Better the butcher than the meat. ❞

❝ All kings are butchers. Are queens so different? ❞

❝ Most queens have no purpose but to warm some king’s bed and pop out sons for him. ❞

❝ Have you forgotten who I am? ❞

❝ He would make a monster of me. A butcher queen. ❞

❝ There is blood on my hands, too, and on my heart. ❞

❝ I am tired of hearing what you will not do. ❞

❝ Will they joust for me? I should like that. ❞

❝ He plays you for a fool. Do you want a serpent in your bed? ❞

❝ You could not have saved them. ❞

❝ Oh, gods, what have I done? Have I sent him to his death? ❞

❝ I have no more help to give. ❞

❝ I will not turn away from them. A queen must know the sufferings of her people. ❞

❝ I cannot heal them, but I can show them that I care. ❞

❝ Shall I wash your hair? ❞

❝ All those pearls will make me rattle when I walk. ❞

❝ The pearls symbolize fertility. The more a woman wears, the more healthy children she will bear. ❞

❝ Your clothes are stained with blood. Take them off. ❞

❝ Only if you do the same. ❞

❝ I thought you would be the one to betray me. I thought . . . ❞

❝ Promise me that you will never turn against me. I could not bear that. Promise me. ❞

❝ I wanted you from the first time I saw you. ❞

❝ You boasted that you’d had a hundred women. ❞

❝ He has a sellsword’s conscience. That is to say, none at all. ❞

❝ I would give up my crown if he asked it of me. ❞

❝ If I gave up my crown, he would not want me. ❞

❝ I do not want this night to end. ❞

❝ Marry me instead. ❞

❝ You know I cannot do that. ❞

❝ You are a queen. You can do what you like. ❞

❝ Marry me, and we can have all the nights forever. ❞

❝ We cannot wed, my love. You know why. ❞

❝ Once I am wed it will be high treason to desire me. ❞

❝ It has been too long since I’ve killed a man. Might be I should seek out your betrothed. ❞

❝ Are you unwell? In the black of night I heard you scream. ❞

❝ It was the wind that you heard screaming. ❞

❝ It was just a dream. Go back to sleep. ❞

❝ She dares say that in open court? ❞

❝ That smile has won many a maiden’s heart, I’ll wager. ❞

❝ Please, you must not tease me. ❞

❝ Come back to bed and kiss me. ❞

❝ The queen your mother was always mindful of her duty. ❞

❝ A knight is no fit consort for a princess of royal blood. ❞

❝ I never knew my father. I want to know everything about him. The good and . . . the rest. ❞

❝ If he loved you, he would come and carry you off. ❞

❝ How did this happen, that I am drinking and smiling with men I’d sooner flay? ❞

❝ This is peace, so why does it taste so much like defeat? ❞

❝ I want no gifts from you. ❞

❝ There is no honor in him, only hunger . . . for gold, for glory, for blood. ❞

❝ Every child knows its mother. ❞

❝ They are dragons, and so am I. ❞

❝ You have more enemies than you know. ❞

❝ Gods grant that we have made a son tonight. ❞

❝ I heard you crying. ❞

❝ Crying? I was not crying. Why would I cry? ❞

❝ Stay. I do not wish to be alone. ❞

❝ Remind me that there is still good in the world. ❞

❝ I will have you beside me, what other protection do I need? ❞

❝ How much of this do you believe? ❞

❝ I am looking into hell, but I dare not look away. ❞

❝ He takes great pride in his . . . his swordsmanship. ❞

❝ He boasts of bedding me, you mean. ❞

❝ Once I dreamed of flying. ❞

❝ Men are mad and gods are madder. ❞

❝ You are dead. ❞

❝ You never mourned me. It is hard to die unmourned. ❞

❝ I loved you once. ❞

❝ I waited long enough. I waited my whole life. ❞

❝ You lingered in a place that you were never meant to be. ❞

❝ Home was all I ever wanted. ❞

❝ You wanted me. ❞

❝ I was tired. I was weary of war. I wanted to rest, to laugh, to plant trees and see them grow. ❞

❝ Remember who you are, what you were made to be. ❞

#rp memes #rp prompts #roleplay prompts #roleplay memes #inbox memes #rp prompt #inbox prompts #[memes ; for muse] #[memes ; mine] #[memes ; general] #[memes ; sentence]

[anxiousnerdwritings]

Joanna look alike darling that, aemma look alike darling this but how about yan mama daenerys with a rhaella look a like daughter 🤨🤨

Tw: Very brief mention of death during childbirth

I feel like either Viserys or Barristan Selmy would have to be the ones to bring up the fact that Dany’s child looks just like her late mother since Rhaella died in childbirth with Daenerys. She most likely wouldn’t have an inkling that her child looked like anyone but herself. I think that her child being Rhaella’s lookalike would mean a lot Daenerys in more than one way. Like, obviously this must mean something prophetic or something of the sort, especially when concerning the Mother of Dragons.

Dany would be even more overprotective than she already was towards her child now that she knows they look like her very own mother that she never got the privilege to meet. If Viserys were to be around a little longer and see Dany’s child grow into looking like his mother he would be overwhelmed with the need to take them away from Dany. To him she already killed their mother once, he wouldn’t let her do it again. Not like he’s the better option out of the two or anything.

I could also see that once Dany had knowledge that her child looks just like her own mother she would unconsciously be seeking out validation, acceptance and praise from her own child. She’d see them as a reincarnation of her mother and would want to do anything to make them feel safe and happy, all the while seeking her own maternal wants/needs from them as well without realizing she was doing so.

#anxious answers #yandere daenerys targaryen #yandere viserys targaryen iii #yandere game of thrones #yandere game of thrones concept #yandere concept

[hansensunshine]

More mommy Daenerys x little sister reader please, maybe like Jon snow flirt’s with reader doesn’t notice but Dany does and punishes her.

I love your work

i’m starting to love mommy! daenerys x little sister! reader so i’d love to write more about them, here you go 🎀

— 𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋. [18+]

pairings: mommy! daenerys targaryen x little sister! reader

synopsis: you are daenerys’ last alive sibling and frankly, she loves you more than a sibling should.

tw: mommy kink, punishment in forms of; edging.

summary: daenerys notices how jon is with you, how he’s flirting with you at every turn. sweet and innocent you can’t tell the difference between someone caring for you and someone who wants you. this makes daenerys jealous, with only one way to keep you in your place.

┈┈┈┈┈┈ · ౨ৎ · ┈┈┈┈┈┈

you woke up in daenerys’ bed this morning, being woken up by someone shaking you. you groaned as your half asleep body laid there. “i’m tired.. i want more sleep.” you let your body relax before hearing a voice, you pulled yourself up and rest yourself against the headboard before yawning and slowly opening your eyes. “what is it, momm-“ before you continued you realised it wasn’t daenerys standing in front of the bed, it was one of her friends, although you couldn’t make out who. “oh.. ‘m sorry, thought you were dany..” you rubbed your eyes before getting a better look at the man. “she’s currently busy, so i thought i’d make myself known to somebody else, i’m jon.”

you smiled at him a little, before getting out of the bed to walk over to him. “your hair is very long.” you couldn’t help but giggle softly. “would you like to touch it?” you smiled in response before touching a strand of his hair. “it’s a pretty colour!” he chuckles before putting an arm on your shoulder. “you’re very sweet.” without realising, he leaned forward, wanting to peck your cheek.

daenerys had been watching them from afar, even though their encounter had lasted barely a few minutes, she walked in on the both of you. jon immediately saw her and inched back away from your body, you were the one who saw her last, you smiled over at her and gave her a small wave. “dany! you should introduce me to your friends more often, jon is really nice.” you were still smiling, daenerys couldn’t help but feel jealous so he sent jon out of the room. “but—“ “no, you heard me, leave.” jon did as instructed before she gives him a death stare. she went over to you and held your body close to hers before letting go of you and staring at you in disbelief. you were confused to say the least, you didn’t do anything wrong, but daenerys saw otherwise.

she grabbed your wrist before pulling you over to the bed, almost throwing you on it as she got on top of you. you had almost no time to react since she was already undressing you. “you’ve been a naughty girl whilst mommy was away, haven’t you?” she looked at you as she continued undressing you. you simply shook your head at her. “nu uh! i was just being nice..” she took sympathy on you for a moment. “such an innocent girl, doesn’t know the difference between someone being caring for you and someone who wants you.” as she fully unclothed you she started teasing your clit by rubbing a finger overtop.

you kept your mouth shut, letting a mumbled whine come out. “a bad girl must be punished, right baby?” she looked at you for an answer but you didn’t say anything. she pushed a finger into you as you squealed in delight. “right, baby?” she looked at you once again before nodding frantically. “baby, i need you to speak for me. or are you already begging for my fingers to fuck you?” again, you didn’t answer her, finding her touch more overpowering. she chuckles at this before shoving another finger into you, your body was already arched back in delight before she fastened the pace. you were so wet for her, you could already feel yourself about to come.

“mommy.. ‘m gonna come!” you felt yourself now grinding against her fingers before she suddenly stopped. you looked at her, being a whining mess. “mommy..? why’d you— ahh!” she started fingering you again, even faster this time. you had your body arched back again before you felt both of your hands gripping the bedsheets in pleasure. you were about to come again before daenerys stopped once again. she was edging you, but you just wanted a feeling of release, you couldn’t help but sob to her. “please.. i need to finish..” she took your sobs and kissed you gently on the cheek. “okay baby, but you will only be allowed to on my command, got it?” you nodded before she started putting her fingers into you again, she knew you were about to release so she made it as pleasurable as she could she curled her fingers going in deeper before you felt yourself about to come. “go on baby, do it for me.” you couldn’t help but come on command. all of your juices fell onto her fingers before she licked them off. “you taste so sweet.” you smiled in response before clinging onto her, she was going to make jon pay for ever speaking to you.

#my inbox <3 #daenerys targaryen #daenerys targaryen x reader #daenerys targaryen x little sister! reader #mommy! daenerys targaryen x little sister! reader

[copaganda-clobberfest]

WELCOME

TO THE FIRST ROUND OF THE COPAGANDA CLOBBERFEST!

“You know that trope? That one trope *Everyone* hates? The trope in which a well meaning antagonist to our heroes, one looking out for the good of a certain community, suddenly does something horrible and drastic to make not only them, but the ideology they stand for the most villainous of all?”

NOW IS THE TIME TO BATTLE THEM OUT! Like Ken dolls, fighting for survival! Like your Polly pockets discarded in the closet, we’ll see which of these bitches jumped that slippery slope harder! Whose character did numbers on y’all, and blew up a bunch of grandmas and babies and hospitals with it!

ROUND ONE

DAENERYS TARGARYEN from GAME OF THRONES vs PRINCE LOTOR from VOLTRON (LEGENDARY DEFENDER)

Dany propaganda (TW: domestic abuse mention, slavery):

“Sold off as a slavewife to a warlord in another country. Slowly rises up gaining the love and trust of the warlords people, eventually becoming their leader after his death. Goes on to conquer another nation and free all the slaves. Deals with her quickly growing list of real and perceived enemies in increasingly awful ways. More stuff happens. Eventually she makes her play for the throne of Kingslanding and forced a swift surrender… but instead snaps… over…? and instead starts killing everyone in the city indiscriminately because the only way to build her great version of the world everyone who even remotely likes the current one has to die.

And then her sorta bf kills her.

Its kinda funny how the US was also founded on a revolution lead by people with Not Great Morals and its media industry loves to now churn out stories where revolutionary figures turn out to be bad guys, actually, so you shouldn’t revolt and just accept your place in their world. Is this actually a British psy-op to get americans to accept the error in the ways and rejoin the UK?”

“daenerys propaganda: the literal in-text justification d&d gave for dany always being secretly evil and destined to massacre innocents was that she was too mean to the slavers that crucified a bunch of children. so they had this domestic violence survivor die of yet more domestic violence. they couldn't even let her go down in battle, she had to be assassinated by her lover in a moment of physical intimacy. (and tyrion, who literally strangled his gf to death and burned a fleet alive, suddenly became the audience avatar fretting about ethics.) the only woman permitted to retain power at the end of the show (sansa) was the one who said being raped and abused made her strong; dany, who explicitly condemned physical and sexual abuse and took steps to eradicate the perpetrators and break the wheel that crushed the oppressed, had to go crazy and die. the script explicitly condemned what they referred to as "liberation theology." d&d are the ultimate centrists and they turned dany into a fox news caricature of an activist.”

Lotor propaganda (TW: xenophobia):

“He wasn't exactly presented as a straight-up villain initially, more like a rogue agent. He wanted to reform his father's evil empire to be less tyrannical and xenophobic (the 2nd one is especially relevant because he's only half Galra. He went from an enemy of the heroes to an ally, then oops! turns out he's actually been a genocidal mass murderer with a god complex this whole time and then he dies in the most horrible way. It's been a while since I watched the show but I will never stop being mad over how they did my boy dirty.”

Always feel free to rb with more propaganda :)

#copaganda clobberfest #copaganda-clobberfest #polls #tumblr polls #tumblr tournament #poll tournament #game of thrones #daenerys targaryen #prince lotor #voltron legendary defender #vld

[empathiie]

@drvcxrys​ | Sansa & Daenerys.

Sansa never thought that she might see Daenerys Targaryen again, not after what her cousin, Jon, had done. She hadn’t been here long enough to know the full effects of the magic that this place held -- she hadn’t known there was magic at all, really. It wasn’t until Daenerys walked into Sansa’s place of work, a small business she had opened up in a short amount of time, that reality set in. Sansa was a local seamstress who had gained popularity quickly since she appeared in Washington one month ago, promoting her works on social media; such as Instagram, Twitter, and Facebook.  Shocked, Sansa stood from her chair at her sewing table, raising her eyebrows as she did so. “Daenerys? Is that truly you?” She asks, shocked beyond belief. “How are you alive?”

#( * interactions: drvcxrys | sansa & daenerys: 01. ) #( * character interactions: sansa. ) #death mention tw #( * queue. )

[sixstepsaway]

A little while ago I wrote a thing about fandom purity culture and OFMD's fandom, where I mostly talked about how I think a lot of it boils down to cultural Christianity, but I also dipped briefly into the parts of it that I think are just... capitalism.

I want to go back to that for a moment because I have been witnessing the funniest shit over on Twitter the last few days and I want to talk about it because it absolutely highlights, circles and underlines the capitalism bit for me

[tw for talk of fictional incest]

I'm sure you all know that House of the Dragon is out. I haven't watched it personally, but I did watch a lot of Game of Thrones (and the gross finale) when that was airing, and so I know what to expect from House of the Dragon: Incest.

If you don't know, somehow, HotD is based on the Targaryen family but years before the timeline of Game of Thrones. GoT (and the books, of course) established that the Targaryen family were very incestuous. They'd been marrying sisters to brothers for generations to keep their bloodlines pure.

(Now, whether that's to do with the fact they had dragon blood and they needed to keep that in the family blah blah or something else I am not sure, but it's a fact of what the family did.)

It's canon that Daenerys Targaryen's parents are siblings. She pursues a relationship in the final season of GoT with a man who turns out to be her nephew, and this bothers him a little and her not a single jot because... it's just? What her family's always done? It's also what other families in GoT have always done, including the Lannisters. It's not out of the norm for any of them and is a huge part of the books and show. Arguably it's more of a concern for Jon just because he didn't know he was from an incestuous royal family, so it wasn't really something he expected or anticipated in his life, or had to think about all that much.

Fandom has latched onto a pairing in HotD that is written as explicitly romantic and leading to an endgame for them: Daemon and Rhaenyra. House of the Dragon is leading them up to this. The books go into a lot of detail about what their relationship was like, and thusly what to expect from HotD (you can read about it here if you want) but the basics are that they will have a steamy love affair, try to be with other people, but eventually end up together, get married and have multiple children together (in fact, I believe Daenerys is a descendant of theirs? But I'm not positive).

So, to recap: HBO is proudly airing a TV show full of incest which 16-million+ people are watching weekly, George R R Martin wrote incest-full books that millions of people read that lead to this, and Ryan J. Condal created this show to air on HBO and wrote all these incestuous storylines, including making the Rhaenyra and Daemon relationship enticing enough that fandom has latched onto it.

And somehow, despite all of this, there are antis over on Twitter (and, I can only imagine, here as well) who are watching this show and then yelling... at fans, for enjoying it, writing fic about it, and making fanart about it.

One person was even complaining they only had to scroll a little to find 'incest fanart' in the House of the Dragon hashtag on Twitter and asking why people can't just be normal and not ship an uncle and his underage niece!

(Who isn't even going to stay underage in the show, mind, they're aging her up in an episode or two I believe.)

To me, this absolutely epitomizes what I was saying about capitalism in my essay about purity culture. HBO is fine. GRRM is fine. Ryan J. Condal is fine. Matt Smith who willingly signed up to play Daemon - a character who will engage in a sexual relationship with his niece - is fine.

Every person working the show who is earning money for it, who is getting paid to put this show out there, is fine. They're not doing anything wrong, you see. It's the ones who aren't getting paid who deserve death threats and being told they're awful people and normalizing incest and whatever the heck else.

Capitalism absolves. Doing it for free for a much smaller audience is the wrong here.

Now, to be clear: I don't think HBO or the writers or the actors are doing anything wrong lmao. I don't think it normalizes anything to make fun TV that includes that thing. It requires a lot more nuance and planning to normalize a taboo this strong.

What I'm saying is that these people have drunk the capitalism koolaid so deeply that they think that money makes things okay, that they act like writing incest or an age gap like Rhaenyra and Daemon's makes you a variety of terrible buzzwords (including ones beginning with P) and someone who should be taken out and shot or hate crimed, but only if you're writing it for fun and posting it on AO3, or drawing it and posting it on Twitter.

And sure, maybe they'll come argue that no! They don't think that! God! They think it's bad to air on HBO too!

...but, uh, they're watching it, is the thing. Lots of them are watching it. They're either watching it legally and contributing to the 16 million+ viewers, or they're pirating it, then talking about it and drumming up even more interest online. Either way, they're participating in its success.

So, yeah. Capitalism. They think it's okay as long as it's done Professionally and makes the participants money (even those who already have loads of money).

It's the poor, broke writers who do it because it's fun that are wrong and normalizing and fetishizing and sexualizing here!

Makes sense and isn't at all concerning...

(Also funny is that somehow someone drawing the characters or writing them together is the worst evil but the person who hired people to act it out and will surely have multiple actors act it out in softcore porn scenes isn't bad at all.)

#fandom discourse #purity culture #capitalism

[simplynotcapable]

Let’s have another AU- Visenya, another sister of The OG Baelon, son of Alysanne?

This got...so much longer than I meant for it to get.

If you do not want to read the giant thing that got so far away from me, the basic gist is this: it's not a super happy life. It has its moments, but there is just so much death. So many of Alysanne's kids die so young and/or tragically, and Visenya is a person who loves her siblings so much that it just would break her heart over and over again.

She'd end up married young, though I love her so I will grant her the grace that her husband dies not so very long after, and she would live a mostly content life (in between the very frequent bouts of extreme grief over the brutal deaths of her siblings, naturally) as a widow, raising whatever children she had with her husband before his death.

I do not think she would be married to any of her brothers, because Baelon is Alyssa's and I just can't see her meshing well with Aemon in that way--though she loves Aemon, and he loves her. She's closest to Alyssa and Daella, even though the two of them don't get along with each other, and she admires Saera almost as much as she wants to hit her in the face. She's never close to Vaegon or Maegelle, since Vaegon is kind of a cunt and Maegelle leaves so young. She respects Viserra, adores her with all her drive and ambition, and she never has much of a relationship with Gael because of the age gap and all the various other aspects of Targaryen life.

She takes up a lot of the responsibility of raising Aemma and Alyssa's boys after her sisters' deaths, as well as her own children, and she's one of Rhaenys's fiercest advocates every time the topic of succession comes up--not that anyone ever bothers to ask her, except for her mother.

She dies of a fever not very long before her father's death, though, and that's honestly for the best because, after all the people she's lost, I think the Dance probably would have driven her mad if she had to watch it.

Anyway, if that sounds interesting to you, there's a 6k pseudo one shot below the cut that I accidentally wrote because apparently this ask drove me absolutely feral. Idk how you managed to get me this deep on a Wednesday afternoon. I haven't blinked in hours and I no longer remember what the sun feels like.

Keep in mind that 1) I'm super bad at doing basic math in my head, so if their ages don't match up how they should just...pretend that they do, idk, sorry, and 2) I wrote this all in one manic sitting and did not proofread it

TW: general Targaryen-ness but also suicidal thoughts/ideation, suicide attempt (? sort of ?)

(We’re putting Visenya as born just after Alyssa)

Alysanne marries her off when she’s fifteen, and it’s…not as bad as she first feared, when she was told about it. Her kicking and screaming and wailing while her sisters clustered around her trying to comfort her seems very dramatic in hindsight.

She gets pregnant not long after the marriage, and it is terrifying and new and...wonderful, really, to think of, and she sees her daughter and thinks she did not know love before. Not like this. He wants to name her after his mother, but she names her for the sister who died before she was born—names her Daenerys. Lilac eyes and dark curls like her father’s, and Visenya loves her.

Her father does, too.

And then he dies.

Visenya isn’t upset, exactly. She didn’t love him. But he was kind to her. He never hurt her, was never cruel. He did not treat her as less, just for being a woman. He was a good man.

She thinks she could have loved him, if they’d had a little more time.

But, as it was, her husband had no son but he did have a younger brother. A younger brother with three sons, all smug little shits, and they treat her daughter as if she doesn’t exist. As if it is not all hers by right.

So, she goes home. She appeals to her parents. Should it not be Daenerys’s? Her husband’s trueborn child, should it not—

“Yes,” says her mother.

“No,” says her father.

She does not see a point in going back, after that, and so she stays in King’s Landing. She never stops dressing in black, always in her mourning clothes, and does her best impression of a widow so severely grieved that to ask her to remarry would be the cruelest of torments. Her mother cuts her looks, sometimes, and she knows Alysanne knows the trick of the game she is playing, but she has done her duty once. She married and bore him a child, the second granddaughter of the Wise King and the Good Queen. Her parents, whether for love or exhaustion, do not ask her to do it again. She keeps her head down and her mouth shut, for the most part, in case they change their minds.

She raises her daughter. She spends time with her parents, even with her anger at her father. She spends time with her siblings, who she missed so dearly.

And then, slowly, she loses them all.

The very year she comes back, Valerion dies. He had not even reached his first name-day, small and sickly. To look at him beside Daenerys is heartbreaking, so close in age and yet so different in size, her daughter so strong and the last of her brothers so weak...it hurts her, inside herself, but not so badly as the morning her mother tells her he is dead. She has not hurt like that since Gaemon died, not so very long before her wedding, small and sickly just like Valerion.

She does not put Daenerys down for entire days after, incapable of making her arms release her. Part of her fears she will lose her, too, if she does, and the babe is more than happy to settle for hours against her chest. Her mother chides her for it, says she should not spoil her so--that she will turn willful and stubborn and too used to getting her way, "like your little sisters".

Visenya keeps holding her anyway. Only rescinds her when Alyssa comes calling with baby Viserys, and they trade their children and curl together like they are little girls again.

"We always said we would be there for each other, when we went to the childbed," Alyssa mourned quietly, head lolled on Visenya's shoulder, one finger looped in 'Nerys's curls and her other hand playing with Viserys's chubby leg in Visenya's lap. "I raged something awful when the letters came that she had been born without me there."

“As did I, when you sent word of Viserys," she answers, and then presses her hand to her heart. "I shall be there for all the others, 'Lyssa. For you and the other girls, too. I swear it."

Vaegon left that same year, which was loss of a different kind. She had never been particularly close with him, the most severe of her brothers, the one with the sharpest tongue and cruelty that dripped from it even when he did not intend it. He'd been so often cruel to sweet Daella, driving all of his sisters against him with a single-minded force, and yet...when she learns he is to go to Oldtown, she goes running to his rooms, anyway.

He is packing, already. He looks up at her, awkward in his own skin, not beautiful like his brothers and sisters; strange, their Vaegon, and he narrows his eyes at her.

"Will you visit?"

He laughs around a scoff, tucks another book carefully into his bag. It is answer enough.

"Daenerys will miss you."

And she will, for her daughter is not nearly so taken with the rest of her aunts and uncles as she is with Vaegon. Vaegon, who refuses to hold her and looks at her like a strange creature of myth, who contorts his face when she coos towards him.

Visenya caught him smiling, once, though. Just the vaguest of curls at the corner of his mouth, the rest of his face expressionless, as 'Nerys reached stubbornly out to try and convince him to take her hand.

Vaegon looks up, scowling, eyes narrowed, and she softens more towards him than she ever has before when he grudgingly mutters, "I will write."

He does. Hardly ever more than once or twice a year, curt and cutting, often with vague insinuations that she is an idiot and never with any care for what her life is or has been. Not once, in the rest of their lives, does her brother ask how she is.

At the end of each letter, though, he asks after Daenerys, and so Visenya keeps writing him back.

She never sees him again. She would wish, later, that she had known it would be the last time she would ever look upon his face. But she dooes not know, and so she leaves him there, and that is the closest they come to a goodbye.

Daella writes (well, her stepdaughter writes for her) a few years later, a child growing so quickly in her womb, and so Visenya takes Daenerys by the hand and they go. They go to her little sister, scared and alone, Visenya in her black dress and Daenerys with her black curls, and Daella is all white light when she throws squealing arms open to welcome them.

They were so close as girls, she and Daella. Alyssa had always chafed when her younger sisters clung at her skirts and groveled about for her attention (she grew to love them well enough, eventually, in her own ferocious way, but, oh, the way she used to howl when Visenya went into her rooms without knocking), but Visenya had never much minded having Maegella and Daella as her shadows. And when Maegelle left, promised to the faith at only ten...Daella had seemed so lost without her, and so Visenya took her by the hand and went through life with her in tow.

Daella had wept herself into a fit when Visenya left. "You leave me alone," she cried, even with all their other brothers and sisters watching so balefully. She was a sensitive thing, Daella, soft-hearted and not so clever as her elder brothers and sisters. She feared Alyssa still from all her snapping when they were little girls, loathed Vaegon for all his tripping insults, and for Visenya to leave her behind had seemed the end of the world.

She'd not wept nearly so much at her own wedding, and Visenya had been glad of it. It had been a struggle to see her sister wed, according to her parents, and she'd nearly been sent off to the silent sisters. She thought her too young, in truth, as she thought that she herself had been too young, but she was pleased to see Daella mostly content with Lord Arryn and his brood of ready-made children.

Daella weeps herself wild, again, though at the sight of Visenya and 'Nerys, and the sisters hold each other so tightly that bones crack. "Nothing bad will happen now," she says, confidently, pulling back to wipe at wet cheeks. "Not when you are here with me."

The fever takes her, not a week after little Aemma is born, and Visenya goes home alongside her sister's corpse.

She brings her niece with her, little Aemma Arryn with her silver hair and her big purple eyes, so like Daella in her face. Lord Arryn had not wished for her to leave with Visenya, but she had raised the fiercest of fits ("I rivaled even Saera with the way I carried on," Visenya jests much later, to Alyssa's pealing laughter and Saera's cry of offense). Rodrik had four children to raise already, duties to attend to, and would it not do the babe better to grow up amongst her mother's kin?

She was to bring Aemma back for four months every other year, but he relented.

When Alyssa begins her labors with little Aegon, not so very many years later, Visenya goes to her, as she did for clever little Daemon. Sits beside her and holds her hand and croons to her as she screams and wails.

She dies not a full year afterwards, and Visenya is the one to catch Baelon when his knees give out, to hold him as he shakes and screams and tears at his own face with such ferocity that she thinks he will claw off his skin.

(It seemed there never was a boy named Baelon that did not get his pretty sister's fingers tangled up in his heartstrings.)

She does not realize until Aemon comes and finds them both, pulls them both into his chest, their big brother who always catches them on his shoulders, that she is screaming, too.

Because Alyssa, oh, Alyssa, her Alyssa that she followed like a goddess come to life, her Alyssa who had hated her with mindless singularity until Visenya was ten and finally got so sick of the snapping and snarling that she threw a plate of potatoes at her head, and then they were close as close could be in that strange way that sisters loved. Her Alyssa, wild and laughing and bold, bold, bold, as so many of her sisters were bold, bold, bold, who loved their brother so much that it bled from her skin, who left behind two young sons who worshipped the ground she walked on. Alyssa, 'Lyssa, gone, just like that? Stolen so soon after Daella was stolen?

"Mother," Daenerys whispers, when she comes to her and Aemma that night, and she opens her arms and holds her girls as close as she can get them.

She takes on Alyssa's boys, when Baelon cannot. 'Nerys and Aemma and Daemon and Viserys, all her parents' grandchildren but one drifting in her wake, holding onto her hands, tucking themselves against her skirts.

It is that same year when Saera and her band of merry delinquents are caught.

Saera's mischief had never bothered Visenya quite like it bothered everyone else, often enough driving her to incredulous laughter that she had to stifle into her hand. So, she was spirited and bold! No one would bat an eye, had she been born with a cock, and who was really hurt by the Kingsguard spending an afternoon with pink cloaks?

She alone noticed when her mischief and even cruel pranks turned to something more dangerous, because people oft forgot about the Widowed Princess, the one who collected children with dead mothers and roamed the palace like a ghost with her pale face and dark dress. Saera did, often enough, and so Visenya knew well before anyone else that her sister was careless about the boys she allowed into her bed and the girls who knew it. Ones with loose tongues. Ones with soft spines.

How many times had Visenya warned her? How many times had she grabbed her hand, said "have your fun, little sister, but be careful, be careful, you do not know what might await you should Father find out"? How many times had her little sister shrugged her off, imperious and haughty and clever and wicked, so sure she would never face consequences?

The same as when they were younger, when she would release cats into Daella's room and throw her wicked fits that left them all with ringing ears and anger in even the calmest of hearts. Visenya loved Saera well, admired her spiritedness and her refusal to be forced into the boxes that Visenya had allowed herself to be put into when she was even younger, but, every time she spoke to her, she understood well how people were driven to murder.

"Perhaps you are happy in your life as a celibate, as a widow with no one but children to turn to," her sister cried, spiteful in her anoyance as she always was, "but that is not the life I will have for myself!"

Were they closer, if she trusted her more, Visenya might have told her about the pretty serving girl with the golden hair and the birthmark on her belly the same shape as a paw, but as it was she always just shook her head and looked away. Saera could not even be trusted with her own secrets, much less Visenya's.

She hears it all secondhand, bits from her mother and her brothers and her father. About the boys who Saera brought to her bed, about her wild attempt to defend herself and how it turned so quickly to hot defiance. About her wicked tongue, getting her into even more trouble, when she dared look their father in the eyes and suggest she take all three to wed and make herself Aegon or Maegor come again. About the escape to the Pit, that night, and the way their father raged, and how Saera had been forced to watch from the window as her lover died at the Wise King's hand.

She goes to see her, the night before she leaves for Oldtown. Looks at her standing there, looking faded and numb and not like Saera at all, and she grabs her by the face and presses their brows together. "You are everything," she says, the ghost of words a different Baelon than the one she knows once whispered to her, the ghost of words another her once whispered to boys who would die in a war she'd never wanted. "You are everything. So do not let them break you, you foul little bitch."

Saera blinks at her, so quiet for once, and then she smiles.

A little over a year after they sent her to the Faith, she disappears. Gone, just like that. A blip. A ghost, until word comes that she's taken up at a pleasurehouse. Alysanne weeps, but Visenya tucks her face into her hand and she laughs. Laughs that laugh that only Saera has ever truly managed to draw out of her, the one that comes only when you know you should not be laughing, because she knows well as any that Saera went prowling into that place of her own volition and would have already torn down the walls to make it her own.

Her mother writes. Saera never answers.

Visenya writes, as well, to make sure she is alright where she is. Saera answers only once and never again after, and the letter has only seven words scrawled huge across the parchment. It sends Visenya bursting into that same vicious laughter to see it.

I am everything, you foul little bitch.

She laughs that wild laugh for the third time since Saera left and the final time in her life when the Council is called. When three bastard boys with Jaehaerys's face and Saera's eyes come swaggering through the door with all their mother's audacity and every bit of her fire.

Three years later, death comes for their family again.

For Viserra this time--Viserra, who is smart and gorgeous and ambitious and knows she is everything. Who wants things from life, who wants power and purpose and everything she would have had, anyway, had she only been born a prince, and she is full to bursting with it. It almost hurts Visenya's eyes to look at her, so bright with all the things she wants, with all the longing. With all the wishing.

"If I'd been only a few years older," she says once, darkly, hands clenched. "They'd have given me to Aemon, then. I'd be a queen, then. I could change it all, I could make it--I could be more than this, more than some man's broodmare, more than just a footnote in history. Viserra Targaryen. Nothing more than some man's wife."

Visenya, who had nearly been married to Aemon herself until she and her eldest brother rallied in their horror at the idea, attempts to look sympathetic. It is actually not so difficult, when she sees the stricken look on her face, her pretty little sister caught in an invisible trap that only women ever seem to find themselves locked in.

"You might always become a widow," Visenya comforts. "It is not so bad a life, really."

Viserra laughs, long and loud, and then drops her head to her shoulder. They are close now, despite the decade between them, though Viserra is a maid of five and ten and Visenya a widow with a brood of four children mostly not her own. She is not sure how it happened, but she is grateful for it. She has missed being close to a sister, these fast few years.

"Vi and Vi," Aemon jests, sometimes, when he sees them walking about with heads bent together, and then he tugs at Visenya's braid and is off again. Baelon ever in his wake, off to do whatever princes do, and they all pretend Viserra's gaze does not fix hungrily on their backs.

"Baelon might save me, still," she says, and Visenya is quick to shoot the idea before it catches wings.

She thinks she does, anyway, but it is not a week later when Viserra is pulled drunk from their exhausted brother's bed as he waits at the door with his eyes squeezed shut in phantom pain.

It is not very long after that when Viserra bids her good night, grinning a little, swearing she means to have one more night of fun before she is married to an old man and has "nothing more to look forward to than joining you as a widow, sister." Visenya laughs her off, kisses at her cheeks and watches her leave. Thinks she means to steal a bottle of wine and cause some chaos about the palace.

They bring her sister's corpse back to the Keep with a broken neck.

She and her brothers get drunk that night, a rare lapse in their usual propriety when it comes to their sisters. She needs it, though, and they love her well enough to let themselves bend. They sit in a row on a window ledge, passing a bottle of wine back and forth between them, and they whisper stories that they all usually pretend are not real anymore. Alyssa and her quick rages and her hot heart and her wild way of living, Daella and her softness and the way she sang in the mornings, Viserra's wicked sharp tongue and how she always seemed to have an answer for everything. Valerion and Gaemon and Aegon, babes dead before they ever got a real chance to live, and what would it have been like to have three more brothers? Three more boys running through the Keep, on their tails, shouting and shaking. Daenerys, the first one, Aemon's few scattered memories of her doled out to them like precious stones. Saera, then, as they giggle behind their hands until they are gasping, and she and Baelon attempt to mimic Vaegon's few attempts at learning the sword as Aemon pretends to be much more mature than them both, and they offer a toast and a prayer to Maegelle, whatever she is doing now.

"We're all that's still here now, except for little Gael," Aemon says, with a tilt of his chin towards the stars. "How strange that is, when there were so many of us once."

Baelon asks them if they think Viserra would still be alive, if he let her stay in his bed that night.

Visenya and Aemon both drop their heads to his shoulders instead of answering.

They wake hungover the next morning, all three of them, which Jocelyn teases them mercilessly for--Visenya is usually quite fond of her sister-by-law, but she tells Aemon rather hotly that she means to poison his wife. He only laughs at her, tugs her braid as he always does, and his daughter grins at her across the breakfast table.

Alysanne begs Jaehaerys to bring Saera home after that, a ghost of herself after losing three daughters in such rapid succession, but Jaehaerys refuses her.

Maegelle comes home, instead. Visenya shies from her. She cannot help it. All of her other sisters are dead or gone, except little Gael that is younger than her daughter--she feels sorry for her, more than anything, with all of her siblings so much older and so many of them dead before she ever truly knew them. She is a soft child, much like Daella was, and her nieces and nephews tend to leave her behind in their games. To see Maegelle again, quiet and pious and so much older than the little child who left...how strange it is.

"You act as if you fear her," Jocelyn says, absently, and Visenya scowls at her.

Maybe she does. Perhaps...perhaps she does, a little. To love her seems a risk she cannot take, when all her other sisters have left her. Better to hide amongst her brothers, to grow closer to them than she was before. Her brothers who had lived so long and so carelessly. She had never lost a brother. It seemed safer.

She leaves again, and they are hardly any closer than they were before from the rare letters they sent to each other.

Maegelle is the one who convinces their father home, though, during the Quarrel when he visits her in Oldtown, and even in time for Rhaenys's wedding. She knows that chafes at Aemon, who tried his own hand at it, and she teases him for it, perhaps more than she should. She stops when he threatens to marry her off again, once he's king; he seems to realize that the jest didn't land well, that he has struck some deep fear within her that she has never acknowledged to another soul--that either her father or her brother will tire of her freedom and aimlessness, her simple widowed life, and force her to do her duty again.

"I will not," he says, grabbing at her hand. "I will not, Visenya. Not unless you ask me to."

"I will not ask."

"Then I will not," he says again, fiercely. "I will not. The Widowed Princess, you shall remain."

Rhaenys arrives to her wedding on dragonback, and Visenya calls her a queen beneath her breath. Her father shoots her a warning look. Her mother grins.

Two years later, they send Aemon to war with the news that he is to be a grandfather when he returns. She has not seen him so happy since Rhaenys's birth, his face radiant with his smile, his laugh so bright it breaks through even the dark that has kept their family shadowed so long.

When word comes that he is dead, Visenya does not believe it.

Aemon is not capable of death. Not Aemon, their eldest, who chased them all about through the palace, who balanced them on his shoulders and fished them out of every spot of trouble they managed to find themselves in. Not clever Aemon, always asking questions, dutiful Aemon with his honorable heart, wonderful Aemon with his love for his wife and his daughter. Aemon, who they'd wanted her to marry once, except he had wailed and she had cried and they had united in all their terrible fury at the very idea and then split an entire stolen cake between them when their goal was achieved. Aemon, who was to be a grandfather soon, who was to be a king. Aemon was meant to be king of the seven kingdoms, their father's successor, and, more than that, Aemon was their heart. Their family's heart, the thing that kept them beating, who kept them moving, who held them together with the force of his bare hands, and so Aemon could not be dead.

If Aemon is dead, who will hold them?

It is not until Baelon comes home, dead behind the eyes, that she knows it as truth. It is not until he cries to their mother, "I slew a thousand of them, but it will not bring them back" that she knows.

Because more than he was their family's heart, he was Baelon's soul. He was all that kept Baelon sane, after Alyssa. If Baelon says Aemon is dead, then it is true, and Visenya tears whole handfuls of hair from her head when she wails.

Baelon's head turns and he sees her, and they hold each other up as best as they can. Just like when Alyssa died, except Aemon isn't coming to keep them both from falling totally apart. Aemon isn't there when they get drunk again, far more destructively than before, that sobbing and choking sort of drunk that left them both near comatose the next day, and she thinks the world could end and it wouldn't even matter anymore.

And then...then, they name him heir. Baelon. Not Rhaenys, Aemon's daughter, the eldest grandchild, who should be queen. Not Rhaenys, who clenches her jaw when Jaehaerys announces it, whose fists clench up. Not Rhaenys, who Alysanne and Visenya both beseech Jaehaerys to see not as a woman but as who she is, as competent and capable and every bit Aemon's daughter.

But it is Baelon, in the end. As it always was going to be, no matter how the Old King might have pretended.

Maegelle ends the Second Quarrel, too, and she and Baelon toast to it and her and a kinghood that will be his one day.

"Swear to me you'll never make me marry," she says, prodding at his ribs, and he snorts.

"What man in his right mind would marry you?"

And, like it always does, eventually the sun forces its way through darkness.

Rhaenys's daughter is born, pretty little Laena with her soft brown skin and her wild silver curls, and then Laenor to match two years later.

Viserys and Aemma are married; she is pleased about the match, actually, at first. It is not until years later, watching Aemma wilting, that she mourns the mistake of it.

Daenerys asks for Alleras Martell exactly fifteen minutes after he asks for her, the pretty Dornish prince with his dancing eyes and his crooked smile. Visenya likes him, though she won't admit it. Gripes he is not good enough for her daughter, and he bows down low and asks her "who could be?"

"Let them," she tells her mother and father. "Let them wed, let them be happy, use it to build faith with the Dornish."

Her daughter is wed, her husband besotted with her and the way her curls fall and the sound of her laugh. He clothes her in silk and drapes her in jewels, and Visenya never again sees her daughter alone without cheeks still rosy from too ardent goodbye kisses.

Daenerys comes home when she is pregnant, wishes to be with her mother and Aemma (her heart-sister) and Gael (a friend, now, at the least), and Alleras follows obediently in her wake.

Her first grandchild is born the same day the letter arrives telling them Maegelle is dead of greyscale. Visenya weeps but only a little, cannot find it in herself to grieve anymore, especially for a sister she knew so little--and especially when, suddenly, there is an olive-skinned little boy with amethyst eyes and a head of dark curls being placed in her arms.

"Aemon," Daenerys says, soft and gentle, her darling girl with her beautiful heart. "I wrote to Rhaenys to ask, and she says she would be proud if we called him Aemon."

He had been the favorite of her uncles, once the infatuation with Vaegon faded into nothing--she had not even a memory of him now. Aemon had always been the one to sneak her sweets and ruffle her hair and let her ride with him on dragonback even when Visenya fretted that she was far too young for such things.

Visenya wept again, for a whole new reason, and she kissed her grandson's head and her daughter's face and even the cheek of her son-by-law--how smug he looked about it, the little shit.

(Daenerys does not come home for the birth of the next three children, but she visits every other year for a few weeks, at the least. Alleras at her side. Aemon and Larra and Ashara and Naerys cluttering up her skirts, spilling out around her, full of laughter and giggles and a golden childhood that had not yet held any pain.)

Whatever was left of the light in her mother's eyes goes out when Gael dies. "Dies" everyone says, as if she sickened, but Visenya knew the truth about the water and the bastard babe who died so soon. Heartbreak killed Gael, not a fever, and she and Baelon don't even remember how to grieve anymore.

"I hardly knew her," he says, at their now near monthly tradition of getting drunk and speaking of all the dead that lay behind them. "She is our sister, and I do not think I ever even spoke to her, really. Not of anything real."

"She is younger than our children," Visenya counters. "Could we be expected to?"

"We're the last now," he whispers, and his hands cover his face. "You and me. The last ones standing. Would you have guessed that?"

"No," she admits. "I thought you'd kill yourself after Alyssa."

He looks at her, and, with years and wine to numb the pain, he bursts out laughing.

Their mother is dead not very long after, and Visenya does something she and Daella used to do, when they were very young. Drapes blankets over the sides of the bed so nothing can be seen beneath and then crawls under. Lays there, cocooned in the darkness, and she closes her eyes and thinks of her mother's laugh. Over and over and over again, until she has memorized it. Until she won't forget it.

You tried, she thinks to her ghost. You tried, and I know that you tried to make things better. To make us more than just wives and daughters, to make us something on our own. That is enough. I will let that be enough. Tell them I love them. Tell them hello.

They meet Baelon's granddaughter that year, too, a darling little thing with huge eyes. She looks like Alyssa. Visenya doesn't mention it.

"Rhaenyra," Baelon croons to her, laughing. "Rhaenyra, Rhaenyra, Rhaenyra, darling little girl, little love, little beauty."

"Baelon the Besotted," she lilts, winking at Aemma, and her niece grins back. Exhausted. Tired from miscarriages and the stillborn babe, tired, tired, tired, and Visenya did not know which of the married couple were not letting her rest. If it was Viserys or Aemma herself. She had suspicions.

She pokes Rhaenyra's cheek, gently, looks down at her. "You are everything," she says, warmly.

The next year, Baelon's belly bursts. He's sick for a few days before, and she worries but thinks nothing of it. He is strong and healthy and so very Baelon, her older brother she loves so dearly, and there is no reason he should not recover. He ate something bad, perhaps, or...something. Something easy. Something fixable.

When they tell her he's dead, she thinks about killing herself.

Not because Baelon is dead, specifically, though knowing he is feels like swallowing hot coals. She thinks she would have thought about it regardless of who it had been, if it were Alyssa or Aemon or even Vaegon that had been here with her for so long and then left her alone.

It is the being alone that makes her think she is ready to die.

The children are raised, now. The children are having children. Her sisters are dead, except for the one lost to her, and her brothers, except for the one who left them all. Her mother gone. Her father near gone, she has no doubt. How much can one person take, before they break for good? How much? And how hard would it be, to just shove herself off the edge and let the already fragile whole of herself shatter into fragments?

She walks into the Pit, because it feels poetic to die by fire. The other sister who died by her own hand died by water. They could be two halves of a coin, she and Gael, though they had never been two halves of anything before. Her apology for the distance between them all their lives.

She chooses Dreamfyre to do it.

And when she walks right in, unafraid and waiting, for the flame and the fury and the rage that comes with a dragon's territory being invades, she is given none of it. She is given silence, as she stands there with closed eyes, waiting for the flames.

When she opens them, the dragon looks back at her and blinks. Just once. Slowly. And then she dips her great head.

Visenya...laughs. She stands there laughing, mad with it, hiccuping, tears streaming down her face, and she reaches out with both hands. Dreamfyre's neck snakes out, allowing her to put them on her, to run them along her face and her neck, and it...

It is Baelon, she knows. It is Baelon and Aemon and Daella and Alyssa and Viserra and Alysanne and, maybe, even Maegelle and Gael and Valerion and Gaemon and Daenerys and Aegon, telling her to stop. Telling her to quiet. Telling her to stop being such a dramatic little fool, to take what was left of this life in her hands and let it be hers.

"Hello," she whispers to the dragon.

She croons back.

Jaehaerys had not wanted his daughters to be dragonriders, except for Alyssa. They would be wed to noble houses, spread out amongst the land, and to give too many lords access to dragons and their riders was a danger. Visenya had never had a dragon egg. She had never thought she'd ride a dragon, except the few times she went with Alyssa or Baelon or Aemon.

Dreamfyre croons again, and Visenya presses their brows together and keeps right on laughing.

They take Rhaenys's rights away from her, yet again, another Council passing it off to another man who is no more competent or deserving than she. Vaegon comes home, she hears, and their father offers him the crown; he rejects it, of course. She does not see him before he is gone again.

But Visenya lives. She does her best. For the first time in years, she dares to wear color.

The fever that takes her almost shocks her with its suddenness, and she is not aware of much after that first initial surprise. She sees things she knows cannot be real, like her mother sitting beside her and her long dead husband's hand reaching out to pet her hair, and she hears things that she could not possible be hearing, and she knows she is dying three days before she finally does it.

It's her sisters who come to fetch her, when it finally happens. Alyssa grabbing at her arm to haul her up, Daella peeping over her shoulder--closer now, it seemed, than they had been at life--and Viserra reaching out to grab her other arm. Maegelle and Gael watching, so quietly, smiling so softly.

"Do you want to hear something funny?" Viserra chirps, all shark sharp teeth as Visenya reaches out with a cry to grab at them, their faces and their hair and everything, trying to convince herself they are solid. "Visenya? Do you?"

"What?" she cries. "What could possibly be so important?"

"Father still outlived you."

#silverandmoonstone #dragonglassandgold #ao3 works #simplynotcapable #hotd #house of the dragon

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@ofthecosmos

"WELL... HAS NO ONE EVER TOLD YOU THAT IT IS RUDE TO STARE?" his voice was impatient, because.. as far as he was concerned - that could never change. as far as he was concerned, the rage and the anger and the misery would always be there, because.. even if it seemed that his former wife had forgotten what had been done to them and to his brother - daemon had not. in fact, he doubted that he would ever forget - that was his greatest curse and right now, he didn't think that was ever going to change. not at all and not in the slightest, that was for sure. right? "well, girl? what is it that you want? best get on with it. i'll warn you - i'm not the most patient man."

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