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gordanratsay · 2 days

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House of the dragon characters with renaissance paintings

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paintb0x · 4 months

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quick baela sketch ❤️‍🩹

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emptyportrait · 5 months

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𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗱𝗮𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗲𝗿.

#baela targaryen #hotd baela #hotd #house of the dragon #laena velaryon

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vunnen · 6 months

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Rhaenyra and the dragon twins.

#digitalart #hotd #hotd fanart #house of the dragon #house of the dragon fanart #procreate #portrait #asoiaf #rhaenyra targaryen #hotd baela #baela and rhaena #baela targaryen #rhaena targaryen #dragon twins

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teamblck · 5 months

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another one (mostly team green)

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kataraavatara · 2 months

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i hate when someone will voice a very valid complaint about the misogynoir present in hotd and how it sidelines baela and rhaena only to follow it with “baela and rhaena should have been angry at rhaenyra for stealing driftmark from them!” um, no, these were never feelings they had towards rhaenyra in the books and it tells me you don’t actually care about them as characters, you simply want tools to make Rhaenyra look bad.

It’s so paper thin, especially when these posts fanatasize about Baela and Rhaena hating Rhaenyra for stealing their birthright and not Corlys. You know, the one who named Luke as his heir? Or how about Laenor, the one who never wavered on the assertion that they were trueborn? You are not complaining about their personalities that were erased, their hobbies, their likes and dislikes, even their bland and uninspiring styling, just that they aren’t a mouthpiece for your anti Rhaenyra opinions. You don’t care about them as characters in their own right which makes you just as bad the writers who sidelined them in the first place. Sorry 🤷‍♀️

#anti team green #rhaenyra targaryen #asoiaf #house of the dragon #dance of the dragons #team black #hotd baela #baela and rhaena #baela targaryen #hotd rhaena #rhaena of pentos #corlys velaryon #the dragon twins #dragon twins #lucerys velaryon #carly’s team black propaganda

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dailyhotdgifs · 11 days

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HOUSE OF THE DRAGON - 1x08 "The Lord of the Tides"

#Baela Targaryen #s1 #gifs #1x08 #gameofthronesdaily #ours #miranda #hotdedit #femalescharacters #dailytvwomen #hotd baela

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themotherofblood · 11 months

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On dancer reader, can we have some motherly moment between reader, Baela and Rhaena, with a little Daemon participation, please? (would love to read something about their relationship)

yes!! I love this idea, this is a little blurby. Also Daemon being a total girl dad!!

Masterlist | part one | part 2

There wasn’t a scarcity of children in the Old Palace, all your half sinblings, step siblings and even cousins filled every extravagant room the palace had to offer. Luckily, Daemon and your quarters were rather secluded, spacious marble floored rooms over looking The Sunset Sea, the orange hue of the dusk painted your chambers every evening.

This particular evening, Daemon had taken Baela dragon riding. Moondancer had finally grown large enough to be saddled, a shiny purple leather saddle with a gold moon pendant was worn by the young creature. The curtesy of his niece Rhaenyra, she gifted Daemon and by extension you, a clutch of eggs, four magnificently coloured orbs for the babe within you and the many more to come.

You had lounged out at the Mirrored Palace with your family, some painting away with the newest oil colours from Bravos, the others brawled with each other as you embroidered away a red tunic with gold threads. You hadn’t noticed until the hour of crow that Rhaena wasn’t amongst you. You excused yourself, trailing away at the gardens to find the little white haired beauty, instead you found her handmaidens who told you she was in her chambers.

“Rhaena?” You called out, her small frame sat by the lit hearth that held her egg for over a year now, and many more years elsewhere. You huffed, holding onto the chaise rests to lower yourself onto it. “What’s wrong darling?” You pet her head.

“I- I wonder if the egg for my sister would hatch,” she sulked, you knew this to be a sensitive subject for her, she placed her egg down and looked up at you apologetically for her abruptness. Both girls had firmly decided that the child within you would be a girl and then proceeded to pick an egg from the four Rhaenyra had sent.

“Maybe it will, maybe it won’t,” you smiled at her, patting the space next to you for her to sit as she cradled her egg. “I do not know much of dragons, I don’t understand it like you do, your father does.” You hugged your arms around her.

“What I do know is, the dragons do not make you who you are,” you stated, a truth you understood about your husband. Caraxes a mere extension of who he was and the fire within him.

“Father seems to think otherwise, everyone in our bloodline has one,” Rhaena pouted as she rest her head against your shoulder “even mother did.”

“That isn’t true, Rhaena,” you cooed “your father wants nothing more than to help you claim one some day, should you ask him he will tell you all the same.”

“Then why doesn’t he?” she questioned, her purple eyes filled with moisture, her bottom lip jutted out and darkened cheeks heated.

“kesrio syt iksā tolī byka,” Daemon’s voice rumbled from behind you, he stood leaning against the posts of the veranda, still in his riding clothes as he approached Rhaena. You are too little.

Rhaena appeared sheepish as she made space for Daemon before plopping herself onto his lap. “I’d rather you be little, chubby and alive rather than a dragon rider. I wasn’t one until I was nearly six summers older than you.” He tickled her tummy making her giggle before resting her head against his shoulder.

“I miss mother,” she reminisced making Daemon turn to you uneasily.

“Well,” you spoke up, pointing at the window where the skies had already darkened “when I miss mine own, I look at the stars.”

“The stars?” Rhaena looked confused.

“Look at them, think of Laena and pick a star that might appear to be her,” you smiled at her “that way, every night your mother can visit you.”

Rhaena looked for a moment, you could see her eyes darting all over before she picked one, her eyes softened “that one,” she whispered pointing at the star.

You later in the week had been met with crucial urgency as your handmaiden huffed, running to you about your husband. Daemon nearly loosing his mind at an ungodly hour in the morrow as he went to rouse Baela. She wanted to see the sun rise from high above the skies, he would have taken Rhaena along with him. He stroked Baela’s pretty hair to rouse her from the pouted dream she had been dreaming, Baela groaned and grumbled, burying herself further under the sheets “papa, no.” She whined as Daemon pulled her.

Instead of chuckling at Baela’s adorable protests, his gut filled with horror as his daughter’s bed was stained with blood. No, no- not his sweetling. He shook Baela harder this time to wake her, looking over her face and arms to find any sign of injury before yelling at the guards to fetch his you and the Maesters.

“Are you hurt? Baela, you must tell me what happened,” he urged her, Baela appeared confused until she saw the blood standing her night gown until she too mirrored her father’s terror.

“Papa, am I going to die?” Baela cried, her bottom lip wobbling. Daemon tried to remain calm as he shook his head, nothing would happen to his daughter. His urgency wasn’t met with enough speedy response, he grew impatient for the Maesters to arrive. “Everything will be fine,” he rocked Baela in his arms.

You burst through Baela’s bed chambers, huffing and cradling your bump as your took in the scene infront of you. The stained bed, the terror on Daemon and Baela’s face, the staining on the lower half of Baela’s nightgown. You shoulders slumped in relief as you slapped a hand over your thudding chest to calm your breathing.

“Daemon she is fine,” you calmly stated.

He began to look at you like madness had filled your head as he gestured to all the blood, how were you not loosing your mind. Merely weeks ago you pulled the entirety of the Old Palace upon your head when Baela cut her elbow from a fall. He shook his head, clutching Baela harder.

“Daemon, she’s flowering.” You sighed, trying to pull Baela away from his tight hold, she looked confused between the two of you.

Daemon frowned “she’s too young,” he shook his head once more, once again refusing to let his daughter go.

“I flowered at eight, she in nine.” you stressed, once again trying to pull Baela away as the Maesters finally came to the her chambers.

The two appeared worried until you spoke without looking at them, asking them to leave a essence of milk of the poppy behind. Baela’s handmaidens we’re ordered to draw a bath for the young girl. “Go on darling,” you nodded at her to clean up as they stripped her sheets.

Daemon still sat on the footrest, looking a little calmer than before as you came to stand in front of him. He groaned, resting his head against your belly before pressing two kisses to it over your robe. “She is fine, Daemon.” You reassured once more by squeezing his shoulder.

“I was so sure-“ he shook his head. “She’s flowering?” Daemon looked up at you, your fingers pushed back his hair as you nodded looking down at him.

“She’s growing,” you stated making Daemon grunt once more, finding the thought of his little girls growing so quickly displeasing.

“See after her? Please,” he requested, you nodded before moving behind the divider when Baela sat submerged in her tube, only her head popped out of the milky water.

“I am not dying?” she asked, still confused. You shook your head.

“It’s your moon blood, it shall happen for every turn of the moon,” you said making her grimace.

“Every moon!” She exclaimed making you giggle.

“Unfortunately so darling,” you smiled at her sympathetically.

The handmaidens brought chamomile tea from the kitchens for you to lace with a drop of milk of the poppy. Enough to make the rumbling pain in her belly heel, her handmaidens wrapped her in thick cloth before helping her back in bed.

“This tea is going to heal her?” Daemon paced by the foot of the bed.

“Don’t be daft Daemon,” you glared at him chicken mothering down your neck. He knows well enough that one cannot just heal away moon blood. “It’s for the pain.”

Rhaena had long awoken and found herself situated next to her twin sister, she appeared a little nervous about the blood but curious. She hugged her sister a little too tight making Baela swat her back before succumbing to her hold. The two of you left the girls to rest as you pulled Daemon out of their rooms.

You couldn’t help but chuckle as you thought over the brave Rogue Prince loosing his bearings over moon blood. He glared out you, making you laugh even harder, choking out apologies as you clutched your bump trying to stop. He groaned all the way through, dragging you back your shared bed chamber as your fit of giggles just wouldn’t stop.

“You can either stop giggling like a child, or I can make you,” he warned, his own lips faltering as they curled upwards with your giggles.

#daemon targaryen x reader #daemon fic #daemon fanfic #daemon x reader #daemon targaryen x you #daemon targaryen fluff #girl dad daemon #hotd baela #baela targaryen x reader #rhaena targaryen #rhaena targaryen x reader

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yaerenart · 7 months

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Baela Targaryen

#asoiaf #house of the dragon #dance of the dragons #house targaryen #baela targaryen #hotd baela #asoiaf art

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coldraindropsss · 6 months

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Baela and Rhaena with Rhaenys

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thatscruelsummer · 1 month

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Baela Targaryen as Nike, Goddess who personifies victory in any field including art, music, war, and athletics.

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rhaenysdagger · 8 months

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The Dragon Twins, Baela & Rhaena Targaryen

#baela targaryen #baela and rhaena #jacaerys x baela #jace x baela #rhaena of pentos #lucerys x rhaena #dragon twins #asoiaf art #a song of ice and fire #asoiaf #game of thrones #game of thrones art #house targaryen #a song of ice and fire art #house of the dragon #pre asoiaf #house velaryon #hotd baela #hotd rhaena

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vunnen · 7 months

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"Baela refused to leave her betrothed, Jacaerys, and insisted on fighting by his side on her dragon, even though Moondancer was not yet large enough to be ridden."

#digitalart #hotd #hotd fanart #house of the dragon #house of the dragon fanart #procreate #portrait #asoiaf #asoiaf art #asoiaf fanart #jacaerys fanart #jacaerys velaryon #baela targaryen #hotd baela #jace x baela #baela jace

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ride-thedragon · 1 month

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LADY OF DRAGONSTONE.

WARD OF DRIFTMARK.

RIDER OF MOONDANCER.

#hotd #house of the dragon #baela targaryen #hotd baela #baela the brave #moondancer #baela and moondancer

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kataraavatara · 3 months

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baela’s dragon being moondancer and rhaena’s being morning, rhaena saying she’ll marry whoever the council thinks is best and baela eloping to spite them, baela being a tomboy and rhaena being a girly girl. pink and green. sun and moon. the dragon twins. they’re so special to me.

#baela and rhaena #baela targaryen #rhaena targaryen #rhaena of pentos #hotd baela #hotd rhaena #the dragon twins #dragon twins #fire and blood

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fearmakess · 14 days

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👯‍♀️

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