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sunfyredefender77 · 2 days
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the blue dress effect.
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alienoryva · 3 days
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"Jaehaera & Aegon III grown up modern AU"
High school girl & College boy Relationship
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fc : Kiki hertz & Hugh Laughton-scott
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scaly-freaks · 3 days
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Excuse me as I re-upload art but two lovely people commissioned me last year and I still think about that so I'm putting my portfolio back up. Artworks below are -
Aemond and Aemond Jr (they've got grandma's hair, and mother's eyes)
Helaena hugging the spirit of Jaehaerys at his funeral :(
Aegon III and Queen Jaehaera
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ironlily1413 · 2 days
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Queen Helaena Targaryen and Dreamfyre
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mejcinta · 2 days
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Thinking about how Ewan said Helaena is good with money, and wondering if her proposals will be welcomed or challenged by Aegon who tends to be self-indulgent instead of imagining the worst and planning for the future. Things could definitely change post B&C.
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“Oh Aegon abused Sunfyre by using him in battle, Rhaenyra didn’t do the same to Syrax so she’s better! It really shows her magical Valyrian blood is more powerful”.
No goofy, Rhaenyra didn’t use Syrax during the war because she was in pain.
She was physically recovering from a traumatic childbirth for most of the time and literally could not participate in the war effort the way Aegon did. It’s almost like that thematically falls in line with the misogynistic aspect of the dance.
The Greens use misogyny as a tool against Rhaenyra and the worst part is that her being a woman hinders her when she least expect it, almost as if validating the misogyny used to usurp her. It’s sickening.
In the misogynistic reality Rhaenyra lives in childbirth becomes just one more hindrance against her. A fact that was exasperated by the slow loss of her children who we know despite her many flaws she loved. It’s not that being a woman is a hindrance or being pregnant is a flaw - it’s the fact that in a misogynistic society it will absolutely be used that way and it is used against her time and time again.
Mind you the Greens aren’t the only ones who use misogyny as a tool. It’s the same reason Daemon’s sadism targeted Helaena and her children. Misogyny is easy and targeting Aemond or Aegon would be difficult. That’s why he sent B&C after her and her children because he knew that in a misogynistic society women in general are easily abused and it worked effectively keeping Helaena and her dragon out of the war effort because of the trauma that was inflicted upon her.
Turning a positive - the unwavering love these women had for their children into a - negative to be used against them.
Therefore robbing the Greens of a dragon rider and Queen the exact same way The Blacks must have felt after Rhaenyra was incapacitated by the Green usurpation.
Would Rhaenyra have likely still had a traumatic childbirth without being usurped, sure. Would she still been unable to participate in the war because of her traumatic birth, probably.
However I don’t think individuals typically see things that clearly especially when they’ve been wronged. Rhaenyra herself blames the Greens for the loss of her daughter and her rage throughout her traumatic birth.
Ultimately I think that’s much more interesting to think about rather than “my character’s blood purity is better than yours”.
Not to mention the using the dragon in battle is abuse to the dragon is the silliest argument I’ve ever seen. As if House Targaryen’s entire inception didn’t involve them using their dragons for their own benefit in war.
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valyriansin · 2 days
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❝The mad former queen, Helaena, flung herself from a balcony to be impaled upon the iron spikes lining the moat of Maegor’s holdfast below.❞
My sweet summer child, you will never be unloved by me. You deserved so much better 🦋
Icon is free to use. All edits made by me , art by coldprism ༊*·˚
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legitalicat · 3 days
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Crawling Back to You (superstar!Aegon Targaryen SMAU) - Chapter 1
AN: Hello guys! This is the debut of a new SMAU! I hope you guys love this as much as me! This is dedicated to Lana ( @zaldritzosrose ) for being such an amazing workshop partner and friend! I love working on projects with you and love showing you the chaos of my brain. Also @foxyanon thank you for your help with the title and being your wonderful amazing self. (Also don't mind the Supernatural reference lmao)
Masterlist here
Summary: The road till now...
TW: use of YN, mentions of substance use (weed), fan pages being mean, slow relationship death, language maybe?
Pairings: Aegon Targaryen ii x Reader
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itwasyouu · 7 hours
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Exactly Ewan!
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johannawesterling · 2 days
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My Dance rewrite is coming soon. I'm going to finish writing chapter 2 and then once the two chapters are edited, I will start posting. I am so excited to finally be able to share this with all of you, it's been a long time coming.
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'THE CONQUEROR REBORN' [ Aegon's version ]
"It became a bitter competition in Aegon's mind against his own sister-wife, for Roselyn. No matter what, it always felt like he was on the losing end. He could give Roselyn the finest of gowns and things, and yet it never came close to the stupid trinkets Helaena gave her. He would have her and her heart. He would find a way to make it happen."
[ I commissioned this from seasmoked on tiktok / wattpad ] 📖: THE CONQUEROR REBORN ( published ) 🖋: -iamagoddess ( wattpad ) ❤: Aegon ii Targaryen & Helaena Targaryen 👥: Roselyn Tully-Hightower & Aegon ii Targaryen
this is for you my fellow TGC simp's
@lovelykhaleesiii
@fragileheartbeats
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witchy-v1xen · 1 day
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I went to tjmaxx and bought this cute plate it reminds me so much of Helaena ʚɞ๋࣭ ⭑⚝
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New Ideas for HOTD Fashion pt.4
This one’s a little different, considering we’re also going to include Alicent in this little change of costumes 😊
So exhibit A:
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The Blue Dress and the Gold. How many times have we seen those now??? Time for a little change. Not only are these the outfits they were when Rhaenyra calls Alicent a WHORE💀 but it’s also the scene where it is revealed that Alicent will be betrothed to Viserys…not long after their appropriate period of grieving had ended.
I feel like Rhaenyra is not entirely out of her grieving period (bc why should she be) and it might be reflected in her clothes with darker tones. Now I don’t imagine her in complete darkness but with some gold peaking through around the sleeves and the neckline, not the complete gold that she wore in the beginning when she was but an innocent child but enough to show a start of an internal struggle. The bits of red could also be a show of her start into maturity and her beginning to take her role as heir more seriously. By having just small amounts of the gold and red that almost seems overshadowed by the seemingly Targaryen black could be a symbol of her standing on the line between her innocence and her duty, being tugged this way and that by her grief. Bc make no mistake she is still in grief, now not only for her mother but in the scene she begins to grieve the loss of Alicent as well. Now Alicent may not be dead but what Rhaenyra deems as her BEST FRIENDS betrayal is far worse than death in her eyes.
As for Alicent she is bordering on (forced) maturity. She’s been subtly flirting and playing the game of courtship, she’s been wearing more of her mothers dresses, but at the end of the day she’s just a little girl and she’s sad as hell and anxious and distraught in both scenes. That could be reflected in many ways, perhaps by her wearing another one of her mother’s dresses but perhaps one of a lighter color as Alicent clings to her innocence that is being stolen away. Green embroidery or a dark velvet green border as a symbol of marriage and motherhood creeping in at the seems to swallow her whole :
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These dresses are exactly what I in-vision, the subtle symbolism you can find or weave into these dresses for the moment they are worn speaks volumes. When I see a costume I want it to reflect a character and what they’re going through, their personality, bc a lot of people express themselves through their clothes.
The jewelry would obviously have to change a bit, Rhaenyra was currently not wearing the necklace Daemon had gifted her after he stole Baelon’s egg, and Alicent needs a necklace as well.
For Rhaenyra’s necklace I would make it a combination of these two:
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I like the gold as it matches her earrings, as does the rubies, but I also like the symbolism that could be created by adding the diamond as the final hanging gem. A diamond that reflects as it catches the light. Like tears shed and unshed that had and will soon fall down her cheeks.
And with Alicent, I’d expect the same symbolism. Blue fading to green, innocence fading to maturity, a candle turning into a blaze, a Lady becoming a Queen:
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(And her earrings could be much the same, with one being a blue and one being a green)
And lastly the hairrr👩‍🦳
For Rhaenyra I imagine something like this:
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Nothing too out there, but beautiful and fitting. It would keep it out of her face whilst still holding the beauty of the Targaryen braid and letting her hair flow down straight and free. Combination of kept and free. Rhaenyra has freedom, in her cage.
Alicent was a little more tricky bc I wanted something that was simple, not too regal yet, and still more of her usual style that we saw in her younger years. I stumbled on this:
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I like the braided crown, a symbol of the future crown that will come to rest on her head as Queen. I also love that Helaena wears this in her hair, and I like that maybe she stole it from her mother bc she remembers her wearing her hair like that when she was younger. And whilst we have seen Alicent with a braided crown before, this one was more prominent and pulled more forward like an actual crown.
Alright that’s all I’ve got for the outfits in that real and deleted scene between Alicent and Rhaenyra. I’m sure I’ll find more I’d like to see a little differently. I know it won’t change the costumes but hey it’ll give me a little something more to picture in my mind
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scaly-freaks · 1 day
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cherry wine stains 8.0
playing it a little differently and rewinding back to their school years but with an Aegon POV this time.
all previous parts in pinned.
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"I like your knee-high socks."
"I like the chain you wear like a crucifix."
"Strange way to describe it."
"I don't know. It just - it hangs around your neck like the absence of something."
Her words dissolve like sugar into the cup of his mind.
Clever people don't realise the riptide of their soul is not being fed until they meet another clever person. Aegon's currents slow to a whispered crawl as his eyes trace Amara's profile, creating images in the tangle of her windswept curls.
She's left a lipstick print on his mother's favourite mug. When he sees it, his soul unhooks from where he keeps it folded away, right there at the base of his neck where the silver chain fastens.
Later, he'll kiss that print, see if the measure of his mouth is enough.
Helaena told him in private: You can't! You can't, you can't, you can't! You ruin everything!
The frantic protests of a younger sister who thinks - knows - that her older brother getting involved with one of her friends is going to end up in a loss for her. He's dated one of Helaena's friends before (it ended in the kind of operatic disaster you only ever see on Eastenders).
He does not want to date Amara as much as he wants to pry her open like a game of cat's cradle and weave apart the strings that keep her mobile. Half the time, Aegon suspects she isn't truly awake. Some part of her is drowning in slumber, deep as Briar Rose. He catches that moment sometimes, as she blinks at him with those sleepy eyes.
The texture of her thoughts - when she gives them up - slips like satin over his fingers.
"Do you want a smoke?" He flips the mint-green box in his palm and grins.
Her gaze is longing. "I told my mother I'd quit. Besides, aren't menthol cigarettes banned here?"
He shrugs, slipping one between his pinched lips to hold it steady. "Nothing's banned if you squint."
"Flawed logic," she laughs.
"She said to a drug dealer."
That makes her laugh harder. He likes making her laugh. Feels worthwhile somehow. Not much in his life feels that way these days.
The younger siblings are all growing up, leaving school, moving onto greener pastures, where the chaotic drudgery of the council estate turns into a crystalline vision in the rearview, something to put into personal statements and add what rich tossers would call flavour.
They don't need him like they used to. He and his mother have raised them to become self-sufficient and now Aegon has to figure out what he wants to do with himself because where the kids are going, they won't want to admit what their brother does - has done - for a living to ensure their survival. He predicts he'll be the family embarrassment every Christmas, the uncle that shows up drunk, with a sliver of something in his eyes that suggests he could have been something once.
He knows he won't end up that way. His need to be someone, get somewhere, is far too aggressive. But he does fear no longer being needed by the people who have relied on him so long he can no longer extricate himself from the identity of protector.
Maybe it's why he likes making Amara laugh.
She doesn't have siblings. Her eyes still dart around, nervous, as if aware her protection in this world is lacking compared to that of others. Her parents won't always be around. When they are gone, there won't be siblings to divide her grief up with. It'll just be her.
If his subconscious is turning her into his new surrogate sister, it doesn't reconcile well with the instinct that stirs when her skirt rides up an inch.
Alicent's stained glass lamp flickers, bulb on the brink of permanent death. Aegon reaches over to ensure it is screwed on properly and it affords them a last burst of weak light. Amara reaches out her hand under the dappled glow of its illumination, slipping her fingers under the violets, yellows and greens, as the crook of her elbow turns rose pink.
"I've always liked your mother's taste in furniture."
"Yeah? Take it. She wants to throw it out."
"No. If she's decided it's dead, it should go. I'll just be keeping the corpse if I took it."
Aegon's eyes wrinkle at the corners, smile disguised by the inhale of the cigarette. "It's not organic material. There's no corpse."
She glances at him, as if aware of his mockery despite the affection he delivers it with. "I think some inanimate objects come alive if they are loved enough. Alicent's had this lamp since I've known her. It's lived with her, and now it'll die. We shouldn't interrupt the process."
No wonder Helaena adores her.
They are both odd creatures, his little sister, and this intense, doll-eyed mirage that turned up at their doorstep one day, hungry for oven chips and love. She reached out her cold hands to Alicent, and found herself overwhelmed with the warmth and affection given in return.
He's known her so long, she should feel like a sibling.
What does it say about him if he can't stop wondering what it must feel like to graze his lips over her stomach and tongue that bellybutton ring she got in a short-lived fit of rebellion?
Aegon flicks aside the cigarette, mouth acidic with guilt.
He isn't the kind of person who wants. Other people want. Aegon goes out and gets. There isn't enough time to submerge in the feeling of want and understand the true depth of craving the human soul can achieve.
But he sees the whorl of soft hair at the nape of her neck and the feeling crawls up the rungs of his ribcage like a creature possessed. He pictures being small enough to curl up in the soft folds of her clothing, to soak in the scent of her until he passes out from exhaustion.
That feels like enough wanting for today.
"I'll see you downstairs, yeah?"
If she looks disappointed, it's just wishful thinking on his part. She knows he's not going anywhere. He'll be in the living room with the rest of the family who've put on Shrek and are split into two groups - the half that sings along, and the half that won't.
"I'll be down in a bit."
"Cool."
A sudden gust of wind lifts her hair, and the flimsy ribbon comes loose. He catches it before it finds freedom. She turns, expectant, waiting for the inevitable return of her almost-lost property. He pulls it between his fingers, wonders if it also carries life inside the woven thread, the way she claimed his mother's lamp does.
The weight of her hair rivals Isolde's.
Irish myths were a rooted part of his childhood, laced into Alicent's quiet voice every bed time. She swears the Hightowers are mostly, if not fully, Irish. But she could never be sure of how far back, or of the intricacies of any bloodlines. Rich people have the luxury of unfurling a family tree across the polished mahogany of their dining room table. They get to find their eyes, noses and mouths in the faces of people who lived too long ago to care what has become of their DNA.
Poor people make do with maybes and perhaps because most of the time, the lives of their ancestors are of no interest to anyone but themselves. Unless a mining forefather was crushed in a collapse and the resulting riots tore down a political establishment.
So, his mother pulled them back to times so ancient, the ancestors became common for all, their bloodlines too distant to maintain individuality.
If Tristan and Isolde are in Aegon's ancestry, that past life becomes tangible when he runs his fingers through Amara's hair and tames it into a braid he's practiced on Helaena a hundred times.
"There's something mythical about your hair," he says, and then cuts himself short because he deals drugs for a living, and whatever fancy thought this was about to be would make more sense from someone more booksmart.
She cranes her neck back and gives him the brightest upside-down smile. "That's the best compliment anyone's ever given me."
Aegon bites the inner corner of his lip and nudges her to look straight so he can keep braiding.
Once her eyes are off his face, it splits into a smile. Warmth drains down his spine like gold egg yolk poured from its shell. Once the braid is done, he rests his chin on the top of her head, and passes it off as brotherly with a goldfish-squeeze of her cheeks.
He lingers, inhales deep, smells her, turns her scent into binary code that he will decipher in isolation later.
"Don't be too long. You'll catch your death out here."
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Hi!!
just wondering, what are your favourite team green headcanons (modern or original)
have a great day/night
Hi, darling! Thank you for the ask🤗
Gosh, there are so many that I'm kind of losing myself in them😂 Here are some I like a lot:
Aegon is a great storyteller - but no one really knows it save for his children. From time to time, when he visits Helaena's chambers she lets him babysit the little ones so Aegon treats Jaehaerys and Jaehaera (assuming Maelor is not there yet) to tales so wonderful and exciting that they don't want to let him go when he says it's time for him to do so.
I said "no one really knows" because actually Aegon used to do the same for Aemond: when he was still very, very young - and during the toughest moments of his recovery from the horrific eye injury. And Aemond remembers it but thinks it wasn't real, believing that he is misremembering the first and hallucinated the second.
Helaena has a lovely voice, and the children just love to hear her sing.
Alicent and Criston are quite close as it is. But once, some time before the point where the story picked up in episode 6, they had a particularly intimate conversation - not in a sensual way but in an emotional one. They were talking for a few hours, sharing memories and stories from their childhood - lighter and heavier, funnier and sadder alike. And at one moment they suddenly felt the atmoshere change, dangerously so: they got too close, too intimate, so they had to end the conversation. Talks like that one never happened again but the feeling they had then stayed with them forever.
And one more that was mentioned in the fandom discussions many times (judging from what we saw in the show it's kind of canon at this point): Otto is an absolute girlgranddad. He adores Helaena to the moon and back, and she responds in kind. In fact, Otto took some time out from his Handly duties to learn the names of all Helaena's bugs and butterflies.
Good day/night to you as well:)
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tikhagurur · 7 hours
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Phia is not showing up for any promos because she knows her on-screen brothers are enough to promote helaena
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