#Daeron x nettles

[thetullystark]

Daeron and Nettles

[ride-thedragon]

Alyssa x Baelon and Nettles x Daeron.

Baelon the Brave and Daeron the Daring.

Bawdy Alyssa and Foul-mouthed Nettles.

A strange likeness for a crackship to draw.

[wlwocprincess]

I just know Nettles is one of the “many a young lady” taken with Daeron because somewhere not onscreen he’s serenading her while playing the lute

[blackcat419]

Thinking about ships for Daeron when he does show up (please god let Daeron be real). These are my top two options right now, Baela Targaryen and Nettles

For Baela, they have the same appeal that Aemond x Rhaena has for me. Star crossed loves on the different sides of the battle field. You also have Baela as the heir and ruler of Driftmark and Daeron being her malewife supporter who defends her right to her home over anyone else.

For Nettles, they kind of have the same star cross lovers thing but more like the Prince falls for the enemy general kind thing. Also Daeron being super bashful and shy around Nettles because she’s very outgoing and a little crass. Also Daeron asking Nettles which targaryen she’s related to and her saying she’s not related to any targaryen and he’s just like, “you approached a dragon, without being part targaryen, and got it to bond to you? You’re so fucking cool”. Also I love the idea of Alicent wanting Daeron to marry for love and her and him having secret weddings with their chosen person (Criston for Alicent cause I’m a filthy Alicole shipper). Also k like Nettels being with someone her own age and not a creepy old man.

Hope we get some nice ship material for Daeron! Hope we get Daeron

[paradiscake]

Every Jace ship is valid to me. Especially Jacemond, Jacegan, Jacaela, Jacegon, Jacelaena, Jaceron, Jacaena, Jacaly, Jacenettles, jacaddam, etc.

[chicken-wayng]

I've seen your recent posts with the tag"House Rhaenicent AU" and I NEED to know more. I'm begging. Is this a story you're writing?

No it's not a story I'm writing but one I want to write and don't have the time for and I don't think anyone would like it. But here's what I headcanon for my House Rhaenicent AU:

Daemon and Rhaenyra did get married (before Viserys died) to act as each other's beards. They are not together, or in an open relationship, they were acting as the other's beard until Viserys died and Rhaenyra became Queen/law of the land

Harwin and Laenor are alive and commonly found in Pentos, when not on one of their adventures, where they reside at Laena'a castle.

Helaena likes to take the twins and Maelor on dragon rides to Laena'a home in Pentos.

Aegon is Rhaenyra's Hand and was able to get a divorce from Helaena and pass a law stating no child should be married before 16, and a betrothal is required regardless of age of marriage (so even if they're both 60 they need at least 6 months of betrothal/courting).

Helaena is in a courtship with Alys but is crushing on Baela.

We all know how Jace became Heir, but what you may not know is that Helaena gave up the status.

Criston and Daemon are in charge of scouring the kingdom for worthy Knights. They find Nettles (whose storyline is not given to Rhaena in this AU, because she has Morning)

Baela and Jace are married! They have an open relationship that is what every open relationship strives to be. Jace is dating Cregan and Baela is crushing on Helaena

Aemond and Luke live at Summerhall, but are constantly taking trips to find books and scrolls and coming back with satchels full of things Luke (definitely not Aemond, he has a reputation to uphold) saw and thought one of his family members would like

Rhaena and Daeron are engaged for a spring wedding

I'm at work right now so I can't really remember/think of much more.

[lady-clouves]

Idc what anyone says but the real rulers of The Seven Kingdom’s should be Nettles and Daeron.

[witheredoffherwitch]

This is the anon who was talking about tropes and themes being able to be criticized when it comes to fanfiction. I’m not really sure what you’re not condoning tbh, I definitely don’t think any hate should be sent to people by any means but I do think it’s okay for readers to offer critical and not always positive feedback when it comes to different works. I think that can lead to many productive reflections and conversations among readers and writers and I personally do not see how this is the same as “hate” at all. Also do people actually believe Nettles/Daemon’s arc will be given to Aemond/Alys? I don’t see how that would be the case at all and that honestly seems absurd to be frank. Just seems like fans creating imaginary scenarios to get mad at. Their relationship is open to interpretation obviously but 1) Definitely don’t see Daeron OR Nettles being cut and 2) These are two very different dynamics and stories so I don’t see how those can be conflated…..

Hi nonnie,

I was 'not condoning' the previous anon post you referenced (where the individual reached out to some fanfic writers to express their disappointment about the misogynistic depiction of Alys in their fics). I am sorry - I probably should have made that more clear. I thought you were endorsing those said tactics of taking one's personal gripes with story arcs/tropes to the fanfic writers. My bad!

To your other point, I DON'T KNOW 😩😩

Every logical thought in my head says that Daeron and Nettles won't be cut from the show - it would such a glaring mistake on HBO's part. Moreover, we've had GRRM's own admission about Daeron's inclusion in season 2 -- and then there had been leaks floating around online about "dragonseeds" and an actress on set who looks just like the description of Nettles. So I don't know what to believe tbh.

The leakers are fairly reliable and my cynical ass won't allow a bout of reassurance even when they make little to no sense. BUT my last confession in your ask has now opened my inbox to few anons who have assured that these changes will not make sense narratively - and quite frankly, I AM GRATEFUL FOR THAT! 😣🤧

[princesssszzzz]

Agony & Amor Chapter 5

Rhaemond Harry Potter AU

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

“Merbun.” Garmund said the Valyrian word slowly and sounded it out for her. They had been going over common phrases for 20 minutes.

Rhaena paused to look at her notes before answering.

“Ok Merbun means....I’m hungry?”

“Correct.” the professor nodded his head before crossing out their last word for the day.

Thinking of endless possibilities to show off her new knowledge once she got back home, Rhaena was beaming.

“So, we’ll pick back up after our holiday break with locations.” Garmund smiled proudly before standing up.

Every now and then, Rhaena reminded herself to flutter her lashes at him. She had the man wrapped around her finger and it did wonders for her exam scores. Minor mistakes in her papers were ignored. The best part about it, he promised to send a letter to her father expressing how great of a student she was. But Rhaena’s glee was short lived when Garmund glanced behind her.

“Cousin!” Garmund exclaimed and looked cheerful while Rhaena turned to see Aemond with an irritated appearance.

“I was just finishing up with Rhaena. Did you need something?”

Aemond’s face didn’t budge and he stared at the both of them, looking angrier than usual.

“Hmm.”

Garmund excused himself to go into his office and finish up grading assignments. Rhaena sighed, understanding Aemond at this point and how he would conduct himself. She didn’t want to embarrass him, so she said nothing and waited. They stared at each other for what felt like hours, and Aemond’s expression almost gave away his disturbance that she didn’t shy away.

She cleared her throat and raised her head higher, trying to match the much taller man when he finally spoke.

“I’m sure you enjoyed the little show you were given.” Aemond squinted his eyes. He was watching her closely, trying to see if she would reveal any pleasure she might have thinking back to his mutilation being exposed.

She couldn’t help but feel bad for him.

“Aemond.” Rhaena paused before responding, thinking of what she should say. She could humiliate him, bring up what she saw and tell him how revolting it was to look at. That would be a lie on her part, but she wasn’t opposed to telling a tall tale if she had to. She could be the old her, fall to her knees and tell him how bad she felt. Rhaena could give Aemond all her pity and cry for him. But she decided to do neither.

“Did you need something?” She raised one eyebrow and cocked her head, anticipating his retort.

“This is what you do now? Debasing yourself because you couldn’t do it on your own volition?”

Rhaena smiled softly, not interested in hearing another one of his tirades or a morality lecture. “My dear beloved cousin, you couldn’t possibly be upset that my marks in this class could rival yours one day.” She made sure to finish with a heavy dose of lash fluttering. Not being too obvious when asking, she’d steered a conversation with Garmund towards him telling her the highest grade in the class. She knew it was Aemond’s.

His remaining eye opened wide, shocked that she dared to compare herself to him.

“Rivaling me? I could laugh at your audacity. You're whoring yourself around my cousin and gods knows what other professors. I know what you're up to.” He looked her up and down, not wanting her to miss his disgust and disapproval.

“Wait until I tell my mother about this and I can’t wait to notify your father. You know what you're doing Rhaena, and I’m sure my uncle will appreciate me informing him of his daughter’s doings. Your sister might think the best of you now but- ”

His voiced raised the more he spoke, and Rhaena moved to cut him off. She stepped closer, her head only reaching his shoulder.

“So, what happened to your eye?” She stood on her tippy toes to get a clear look at his disfigured scar. Rhaena’s nose almost touched his and Aemond staggered back. His irritated expression returned as he gathered himself.

“What are you doing with Garmund?”

She crossed her arms. “Why do you care? My class score is getting better. Shouldn’t you be happy I'm doing my part to uphold our family's reputation?” She looked down, feigning a somber face. “You wouldn’t want me to fail, would you?”

Aemond shook his head, annoyed with her theatrics. “I’m telling uncle Daemon Rhaena. You know he’ll be disappointed you couldn’t do it on your own. First you go to Hufflepuff and now you do this.”

“Ok, well go ahead and tell him.”

He gave her a curious look, wondering why she was testing him. Rhaena smiled, knowing Aemond, he would take the bait.

“When you tell my father about what I’m up to, then I’ll tell your mother that you lied about how you lost your eye.”

His brow furrowed and Aemond looked astonished, but surprisingly to Rhaena, he just laughed.

“What are you talking about?” He lowered his voice and Rhaena could only smile at his poor attempt at faux confusion. “That’s just bollocks.”

“I know you Aemond. You’ve gone around lying about losing your eye in some kind of quidditch duel.” She lifted her finger to trace the mark as she spoke. “I know you like the back of my hand. This clearly didn’t come from a quidditch incident and I'm sure a perfectionist like you couldn’t have been maimed like this.” Aemond grabbed her wrist, pulling her hand away from his face and they both ignored the sound of students piling into the halls. Any minute, Garmund’s 2nd year class would be entering.

Rhaena wanted to see who would break eye contact first and to her surprise, it was Aemond. He looked livid. “I don’t know what you're talking about.” He took a deep breath and let go of her hand, turning and leaving before she could say anything else. She couldn't help but think all he’d done was confirm her suspicions. Before Rhaena only had a theory, now his reaction let her know for sure that he lied to their family.

She decided to herself that for now, she would keep this to herself.

Daeron’s hand slammed down and Baela almost spit out her pumpkin juice laughing.

“You cheated!” Jace rolled his eyes, waving off his uncle. Every arm-wrestling contest he lost, it was always attributed to unfair play.

“Maybe stick to wandering around on your broom.” Daeron snorted before turning his attention to Corwyn sitting next to him.

Rhaena entered the dining hall, approached Jace and he rolled down his sleeve smirking at her.

“What’s that face about?” He raised one eyebrow, studying her.

“What face?” A mix of curiosity and the alarm of getting caught ran up her spine. While she enjoyed her recent activities, her siblings finding out was the last thing she wanted. No amount of explanations and tears would get her out of trouble if Jace told her father anything. Even if she had dirt on Jace the way she had on Aemond, she would never threaten him with it.

If he found out about Garmund, the worst would be the embarrassment. They were all under the impression that Rhaena was a goody two shoes and she needed it to stay that way.

She gave a shy smile when Baela scooted over, giving her room to sit. “Not making any face, I’m just thinking.”

They both stared at her, looking even more inquisitive and Rhaena yielded. Eventually, she or Aemond would have to explain their behavior towards each other. She might as well get ahead of it and keep them from sniffing her trail.

“Just a little spat with Aemond is all, not a big deal. You know how he gets in those moods sometimes.” They would know if she lied, so it was better to tell a half truth. She reached for the fruit on the table, pretending to be calm and distracting.

Jace gave up analyzing her, realizing she wasn’t going to continue with her explanation.

“Well, if he’s being a twat he needs to stop and be nice.” His words dripped with his familiar temperamental tone and Rhaena knew she would have to do more later to keep them tranquil.

“Exactly, he’s off his rocker if he wants to be cheeky with you, I'll just have to kick his ass”

Baela flipped her curls and stood, kissing her sister on the forehead. “I would hate to have to break his legs, that’s a real inconvenience for me.” Her laugh faded as she walked away from them, heading off to class.

Jace watched Baela leave, waiting until she was out of sight before turning back to Rhaena. The best of luck for her, he seemed to have quickly forgotten their discussion from seconds ago. He lifted himself up from sitting before tapping Daeron and leaning towards Rhaena.

“Listen.” They both looked ready to laugh at his dramatics when he whispered to them. “You see that girl over there?”

Rhaena turned to see a wave of students, and looked at Daeron who looked equally confused.

Jace shot them both a look before pointing a finger, “Look the tall girl over there.”

They turned again to find a slim girl with brown curls falling into her face. She was standing in the midst of Ravenclaw students chatting.

Daeron looked for a second before turning back to Jace. “What about her?”

With a mischievous smile, Jace leaned in closer before looking to the end of the table at Cregan.

His next whisper was even quieter, trying not to be overheard. “I’m gonna set them up.”

Daeron let out a snort alongside Rhaena’s giggle. “Who is she and why would you do that?”

Jace let out an exasperated sigh, frustrated at their lack of understanding.

“I’m going to practice later. That girl, Netty, I told her that Cregan fancies her and I’ll tell Cregan that she fancies him.” He glanced back towards Cregan, “You know how he is with girls, he wouldn’t miss a chance with a Prefect like her. He’ll ask her to the ball.”

Rhaena continued her giggling when she bit into an apple. She knew why Jace was so invested despite not being interested in the dance. To her, it was entertaining.

“Why do you even care who he goes with?” She decided to feign ignorance to keep the entertainment going.

Jace sat back down and leaned back with a serious expression. “I need him to stay away from Baela.”

After an eruption of laughter from Daeron, Jace got up grabbing his bag and parchments. “You can laugh and be the jester is you wish, but I’m completely determined.”

Rhaena and Daeron shared Jace’s master plan with Corwyn while they ate. The most amusing part was thinkng of all the ways they were sure Cregan would get rejected. Even with him being a Quidditch Captain and worshipped among Gryffindors, the other houses simply saw him as a jockish athlete.

They got up walk to class and Rhaena’s curiosity peaked when Corwyn spoke.

“Daeron, will you really not go to the ball?”

Daeron stared ahead while they were walking, but Rhaena could see a flush creeping up his face. He smiled softly and shook his head, wanting his wavy bangs to fall into his face.

“I told you already I’m not going.” He swiveled his head, looking around the halls and his eyes searching. Rhaena was always intrigued by Daeron’s mystifying ways. He was such a simple boy, but still she never knew what he was thinking.

“Come on cousin, don’t be a bugger. Don’t you want to have fun and listen to the crud band?”

“Nope.” He patted her arm, quickly walking away from them and down the hall. “Gotta go, I’m late to class!”

All she could do was shrug and move on. Rhaena and Corwyn headed back to their Ancient Valyria class, not wanting to investigate what’s going on with Daeron.

“What about you Rhaena?”

“What about me?” She knew he was asking about the upcoming ball, but she’d hoped he wouldn’t ask her. Corwyn was a comfort, a sweet guy but as much as she liked spending time with him, she wasn’t interested. Her thoughts drifted back to Aemond when they neared the class door, and stopped in the doorway when Corwyn turned to her.

“I haven’t heard that anyone asked you yet. Well, I was hopi-”

Almost as if Rhaena had accidently manifested or casted a spell on Corywn, he was cut off. His body was flung into the large door, head smacking loudly into the edge. Rhaena gasped, while she could hear the other students laughing at Corwyn’s mishap.

He grabbed the door to keep himself from falling and heaved a breath at being suddenly propelled. Taken aback, Rhaena moved to grab Corwyn’s arm and help him get his balance.

“Are you ok?”

He straightened, giving her a sheepish smile.

“I’m fine.”

She walked him to their seats and sat down, Corwyn still shaken. The lump already growing on his forehead was a dark red. Even worse was the redness already on his face from their classmates who stared at him, still giggling.

“You should go to the Matron and get that checked out, it could be serious.” She tried to reach for the wound but he waved her off.

“No, it’s fine really I’m just clumsy.” Rubbing his head, he opened his book to prepare for class when Rhaena reached over to shut it.

“Corwyn your hurt, go make sure your head is ok,” She gave him a warm smile when he nodded. Rhaena also secretly wanted him to leave the room, knowing that he was embarrassed from the students gawking at him.

He grabbed his belongings before going to the front of the class to inform Garmund that he was leaving. Rhaena could see the professor with a worried expression and nodding his head as Corwyn showed his head. Garmund wrote out a pass and handed it to Corwyn and he turned to leave class, passing Aemond as he scurried out.

Stalking inside the classroom, Aemond walked in wearing a self-satisfied grin. He twisted his head at Rhaena before smiling wider and looking back to where Corwyn had exited. She gaped at him, watching intently as he sat in his chair, greeting the other Slytherin students before glancing back at her. She wanted to pierce him with her eyes, but all should could do in stare at him in shock.

Rhaena never even had the chance to throw a biting comment to him. Instead, she sat, opened her book and waited for the lecture to start. Taking deep breaths to calm herself, she started wondering what spells she could use in retaliation.

[ride-thedragon]

No, because if we put pen to paper, finger to keyboard, Nettles and Daeron are almost Baelon and Alyssa coded.

[wlwocprincess]

Thinking abt Daeron and Nettles as Romeo and Juliet and kicking my feet giggling and squealing

[cambion-companion]

tell me why i imagine sweet daeron having a little boy's crush on aemond's wife because she's so gentle and kind with him

i saw someone else's ask about how he wants to be just like aemond, not only out of admiration but because he thinks "if someone like aemond can get a wife like (y/n) then so can i if i'm like that!!"

and sweet boy copying his mannerisms, pulling her chair out at dinners before aemond can and even though the chair basically towers over him, she's coddling and gushing at how polite and thoughtful he is and he MILKS that

so it becomes a playful rivalry between aemond and him and she's just "it's like you're actually intimidated by your baby brother"

and aemond who's hiding a giant bouquet of flowers behind his back only to one up the little rose daeron gave you "absolutely not. me? be rivaled by the twerp? never-"

Hi!! Oh my god this is darling, I cannot wait to write for these prompts! Cute little Daeron is 4 years younger than Aemond...so we will say he's 15 during this. Adorable.

Aemond x wife!reader | Daeron learning from his brother | admiration crush | playful brother rivalry

"Thank you Daeron, you're so sweet!" You smiled brightly at the boy as he extended to you a bouquet of wildflowers. "Ouch!" A stinging sensation spread around where a sprig of green had touched your hand.

"Ah, stinging nettle." Your husband mused, eyebrow raised at his younger brother as you dropped the offending bunch of flowers to the ground. "An interesting addition, Daeron."

"Gods I am so sorry Y/N!" Daeron looked from your wincing face to his bouquet now scattered upon the stone ground in alarm. "I have gloves on...and a very mediocre knowledge of local flora it seems."

Aemond took your sore hand in his, placing a gentle kiss to where your skin was reddening and swelling. Daeron noted his brother's movements with a studious gaze.

"Let's get you to the maester, I'm sure they have ointment on hand for such an affliction." Giving Daeron one last severe look, Aemond swept you from the room, leaving the crestfallen prince standing alone chewing his lip.

Later that evening, your finger lightly bandaged and no longer hurting, you found yourself entering the dining hall on Aemond's arm.

Daeron took note of your entrance, waving to you enthusiastically and striding over, a look of concern on his face. "Are you alright? I truly apologize for my earlier blunder." He extended a single red rose to you, giving you a slight bow.

You took the delicate flower, trying hard not to let your amusement show, especially as you felt Aemond shift in annoyance beside you. "Thank you Daeron, that is very thoughtful. I am quite alright."

"No loss of limb yet." Aemond agreed, shaking his head at Daeron's earnest expression. "Though I cannot speak for yourself should you continue giving my wife flowers."

Daeron frowned only slightly before he gestured for you towards the dining table, sweeping your chair out from its place for you to sit. He bowed again as you carefully took your place, sinking into the welcoming cushion. You scooted forward as Daeron pushed you into table. He overdid it in his eagerness to help, and your midriff was pressed uncomfortably hard against the wood. You let out a slight "oof" as some air was expelled from your lungs and pushed back with your hands.

From your peripheral vision you saw Aemond take his brother by the scruff of his collar, forcefully seating the young man into his own seat and giving him a hard pat on the shoulder. "If you want to impress a lady, Daeron, I suggest resisting the urge to bisect her."

You hid your laugh in the goblet of wine you brought to your lips, pretending to take a sip as Aemond took his place beside you, his hand resting briefly atop your knee. "Did my oaf of a brother do any permanent damage?" He was only half-joking, the annoyance still evident in the timber of his voice.

"I may never recover." You jested, leaning into him slightly, turning your face to place a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth. "He is simply trying to mirror what he sees you do for me."

"He's failing spectacularly."

"Aemond." You chided, taking a moment to make sure Daeron couldn't overhear. "He looks up to you. Clearly he wants to learn from you."

Aemond huffed, bringing his own goblet to his lips. He didn't answer you, seeming to sink into deep contemplation as he often did when something troubled him.

------

The next day was clear and crisp, the winter air still chill despite the shining sun. You descended a set of marble stairs to the room you usually took your luncheon in. To your surprise you found Daeron and Aemond within, deep in conversation with each other. Daeron was nodding and Aemond had his hands clasped tight behind his back. They ceased speaking as soon as you entered, looking almost guiltily at you.

"I hope you're not up to anything that will raze King's Landing." You teased, your skirts rustling as you moved toward the table.

You stopped, looking at the spread of food laid before you. It was all of your favorite things to eat and drink. A little sample of each treat you so adored. "Aemond?" You asked, not taking your eyes off the delicious array of delicacies.

"I arranged for your favorite foods to be brought up for your enjoyment." Your husband inclined his head as you finally looked at him.

"I brought some books I thought you'd like to read while you took your afternoon meal." Daeron volunteered, looking slightly guilty as Aemond shot him a bemused glare.

"That was so very thoughtful of you Daeron, thank you for thinking of me." You smiled graciously at the young Targaryen.

Daeron beamed.

You moved to Aemond, tilting his head toward you with a finger to his sharp jaw. "Thank you my dearest." You kissed him softly upon his plush lips. You moved your mouth to his ear, whispering so only he could hear. "Though you do not need to compete with your brother."

"Speaking of my brother." Aemond said loudly, turning to face Daeron, an impish smile on his curved lips. "I've arranged for you to meet with several ladies your age from notable noble houses this eve."

Daeron's face blanched. "I...meet...tonight?"

"Indeed." Aemond shook his head, chuckling. "You seem intent on practicing your courtship skills on my wife, it's only fair you get more experience with other women." He patted Daeron on the shoulder. "Though do try not to maim them too badly."

"I'd never!" Daeron spluttered, glancing at you guiltily. "Not on purpose!"

"Remember what I told you regarding..." Aemond started but Daeron waved him off.

"Yes, yes, no need to repeat it in front of Y/N." A faint blush painted the younger Targaryen's cheeks, causing your brow to raise as you looked inquisitively between the brothers.

"You're lucky Aegon hasn't gotten wind of what you've been up to." Aemond continued. "He'd give you unending grief."

"Helaena's given me some useful tips I think." Daeron looked at you. "She told me flowers and chocolates are a sure way to a girl's heart."

"Being interested in her and listening to what she has to say, what she's interested in, is also a solid start." You agreed, smiling knowingly at Aemond as his eye found yours. "Though chocolate does go a long way."

The three of you laughed, Aemond's arm snaking around your waist, pulling you against his side. Daeron watched each movement Aemond made around you with attention, his lilac eyes bright with interest.

"Don't go to Aegon for advice on women." Aemond warned suddenly, his face grave as he looked down at his younger brother. "And if he offers to teach you anything about them, you come to me instead. Understand?"

"Yes." Daeron nodded, looking mildly confused at Aemond's unexpected severity.

You squeezed Aemond's waist lightly, reassuring him with your presence. "All will be well. Daeron, you are a dashing young man who is sure to sweep the right girl off her feet in no time."

"Thank you, Y/N. I can only hope to be as lucky as Aemond."

[crazyaboutto]

The pain of being a book reader that’s been made into a show

The writers and directors literally have completed series in their hands. They have the writer’s feedback as well or at least they initially said so in season 1.

Why the fuck are they deviating from canon so much? I’m trying to think HOTD as high budgeted fan fiction but damn it’s so hard. You’re getting paid a lot and working on one of the most well known series and you just fuck up

I was already pissed with Aegon’s dream nonsense as well as Rhaenys bursting out of coronation just for shock value but it’s going downhill fast. That dream leads to absolutely nothing. We don’t even have NK like the GOT version in the books. Also, still prefer book version of Alicent both age and character wise.

It was so fast paced in season 1 and now they’re dragging the story. They’re also deviating from the canon a lot

Why does Alicent actually believe “that’s what Viserys wanted”? She wants the throne for her bloodline and that’s it. It’s her wish for power, not for actually believing in whatever Viserys was saying.

It also feels like Rhaenyra would be fine with Aegon’s usurping if Luke didn’t die. She is the throne. The war started when the greens hid the death of the king.

Why is Daemon tripping for so long? He took harrenhall and that’s it. He raised the armies 3 times before the Dance. He’s a fearsome and competent general but he’s basically just a random dude who took acid trips. Ryan saying Daemon doesn’t have the skill set to raise an army lmao give me a break

Perhaps, they do not want to show cruel side of Rhaenyra by ordering the death of Nettles and not harming Daemon after Mysaria told Rhaenyra? on one hand, Daemon might have cheated with Nettles, or it was father-daughter relationship like Mushroom thinks. It feels like they’re wasting our time with Daemon’s trips like him fucking his mother nonsense to erase Nettles.

Why are they trying to erase the connection between Valyrian and dragons? No normal person can bond with a dragon. Be it Valeryon or Targaryen, you need Valyrian blood. And the whole stupid “illusion” thing in the show.

They also wasted Laena so badly in season 1. If they’re all for sapphic representation instead of just creating buzz on internet, they could have gone for Laena x Rhaenyra moments. I’m not even sure if the adult versions were on screen together. Soon after we got older Laena, she died. It’s literally book canon that Rhaenyra was “very fond” of Laena. It’s also pretty much implied that there were things between them and ot3 with Daemon

Not to mention they erased the lesbian fighter character who loves killing men and kissing women. I’m talking about Sabitha (Frey) and her lover Alysanne Blackwood. Would rather (want to) see them acting like they’re “very close friends” than a Alicole sex scene

We don’t even have Daeron lol

We haven’t seen Haelena’s mourning well instead we saw random things. Blood and Cheese wasn’t even done properly. If you’re slowing down the pace and will end the Dance in season 3, at least show more of Haelena’s mourning. Show the sibling interactions between the greens.

Another thing, who the hell is Aeriana? Her?

I’m just reminded of how after the books ended, D&D took liberties with characters and we got the clusterfuck of season 7-8. Now I feel like they’ll do the same thing in season 3

And I fear what they’ll do with Aegon the conqueror. Like maybe he tricked Visenya and Rhaenys into marrying him and conquering the 7 kingdoms? Maybe the sisters didn’t want to kill but were forced to because they’re such angels? Or Visenya can’t fight well

Why does HBO keep making shows about the house it abhors?

[lady-clouves]

I’m coming back on my bs but I’ve been thinking about it lately and I really do just have to make an Au for Nettles and Daeron. Cause you know what?I do run on my delusions and I’m quite happy.

[pessimisticpigeonsworld]

If Nettles was white, she would be as popular as Lyanna, Brienne or Arya, and y’all know it.

She grew up a homeless orphan (which is why it’s so insulting when people try to act like she’s a freaking idiot who doesn’t know how to bathe herself yet she can tame a dragon🤦🏽‍♀️ Put most of the highborn women in her position and they wouldn’t survive a day in her shoes).

She’s the only known non-Valyrian dragonrider who claims a wild dragon. A prince who believes in Valyrian supremacy falls in love with her to the point where he’s willing to sacrifice his life for her. Nettles singlehandedly disproves the whole idea of Targaryen exceptionalism and their blood purity. She slowly earns a dragon’s trust by bringing him sheep, and gradually he lets her closer, and then forms the dragonrider bond and lets her fly. up until this point, nobody had tried a strategy like that before.

Nettles is self-made. She’s self-taught. She’s loved for herself. She survives a freaking war and becomes a fire goddess/witch. Who wouldn’t want her ? Who wouldn’t want to be her ? Unlike Rhaenyra and Alicent, she’s the final girl of F&B.

Once again, I don't understand where you got that I'm anti Nettles? I'm anti Nettles x Daemon, but other than that theory, I very much am a fan of Nettles as a character. I won't say that there isn't racism and unfairness that happen regarding Nettles' character (though I haven't seen it personally), because people can be really shitty. But me personally, again, I'm not anti Nettles, I just dislike certain groups of her stans.

Again, I don't deny that Nettles was a strong woman. She endured many things most characters in F&B don't and most likely survived the Dance. However, I do disagree with some of the ideas you're stating as fact.

For starters, we don't know if Nettles is non-Valyrian; that's one of the many theories surrounding her, but it's not confirmed, so stating it as fact is misleading. Just because she lacks traditional Valyrian features doesn't means she isn't a dragonseed.

Jace and his brothers don't look Valyrian but they very obviously are of Valyrian descent. Rhaenys, the queen who never was, had black hair; Duncan the son of Aegon V looked like his mother, Betha Blackwood; Aegor Rivers also had black hair; Baelor Breakspear had dark hair; Daeron son of Maekar had sandy brown hair; Rhaenys the daughter of Rhaegar had her mother, Elia Martell's features.

Moving on, Daemon's relationship with Nettles is ambiguous. We don't know if they were in a romantic relationship or if his attack on Aemond was purely to save her (though I'm sure that was part of his decision). Again, you are stating a theory you believe as fact, even though it's unconfirmed.

I'm not going to touch the whole thing of Targaryen exceptionalism, because, as I said earlier, Nettles' parentage is unconfirmed. But the whole blood purity thing still hasn't been disproven at any point of GRRM's works; they intermarried to preserve their magic blood, the magic blood still exists in ASOIAF due to the incest.

Nettles is an important character in the story of the Dance, but she isn't the "final girl" you claim she is, let alone of the whole book. There are several dragon riders who survived the Dance and thrived. Rhaena is the ancestor of the Tyrells in the main series. Aegon III is the ancestor of Daenerys, the Baratheons, any remaining Blackfyres, and possibly Jon Snow and Young Griff. Baela and Alyn are the ancestors of Aurane Waters and the Velaryons.

The book of F&B is so much more than the Dance of the Dragons. Saying that Nettles is the "final girl" of the book doesn't make any sense when she only appears in a few sections. That's like saying Alys Rivers is actually the main character of the book. Nettles disappears after the Dance and doesn't appear in any other event. She does nothing else after her disappearance and has relatively little impact on the history of Westeros post Dance.

I have absolutely no idea where you're getting the whole "fire goddess/witch" thing. However, you have already been throwing out theories and your personal biases as fact, so I don't think it matters. I'm not trying to control who your fav is, I totally understand wanting to be a certain book character. But that doesn't mean you can act like everyone else is wrong for not having the same fav as you.

It's that kind of entitlement, thinking you're better than everyone else that makes people not like Nettles stans. It's almost on par with stansas and Alicent stans. People like you project so hard onto your favs, you take any perceived insult, critique, or argument as a personal attack. It's exhausting interacting with people like you.