#The Carneys

[franzkafkagf]

what if you‘re alicent hightower and you gave birth to all your grief and your pain and your broken dreams and he wears your face

[lauraneedstochill]

Viserys I Targaryen and his son Aegon II vs Aegon II and his son Jaehaerys

🔪 inspired by this tweet:

[artnoonewants]

Poor delusional Viserys 😔

[very-straight-blog]

I love the fact that literally the main problem with the Iron Throne is that it's impossible to sit on it without the risk of cutting yourself and Aegon is just:

[erinmakesgifs]

King Aegon II Targaryen trying his best

[vitaray]

Imagine being an actor, go beyond your limits, putting all of you in the scene, and it gets cut down. And you won't be even nominated for Emmy, even though you are the best thing in the whole season. You did something that not every actor can – made an unlikable character into something real and raw, even though writers butchered your character with every single decision.

I can't imagine it either.

[myfandomprompts]

HOUSE OF THE DRAGON SEASON 2 OUTFITS

[fearthhereaper]

Rook's Rest (2024)

[karlachs-soldier]

[florisbaratheons]

Reminder to everyone here that the actors have no control over the writing. None.

Tom Glynn Carney went round and round with Sara Hess about making Aegon a rapist. He lost greatly.

Nikolaj Coster Waldau had an interview a few years back where he talked about going to D&D and the rest of the writers time and time again, begging them to stop making Jaime such a big waffler. They told him he is an actor and to act, let them do the writing.

The actors have no power. They are contracted for multiple seasons as actors and if they tried to quit, they'd be sued for breach of contract.

[runningmunson]

Tom Glynn Carney bts of HOTD S2

[lauraneedstochill]

Viserys I Targaryen and his brother Daemon vs Aegon II Targaryen and his brother Aemond

🔪 inspired by this tweet:

[diidona]

HOUSE OF THE DRAGON (2022-) ↳02x04 "The Red Dragon and the Gold"

[irlplasticlamb]

the sun is shining out of my hands, it can burn, it can blind you all.

prints + merch + commission info pinned to profile :)

[ophelieverse]

[moonlightrafe]

The Albatross

summary: Originally an unlikely match, you give birth to Aegon’s first child and his entire world changes.

pairing: Aegon x Strong!Reader

word count: 767

warnings: Description of pain & childbirth, brief mention of blood, guilt.

note: “Albatross” is used metaphorically as a psychological burden dealing with shame or guilt! (and shout out to Taylor Swift)

Aegon wanted to hate you. He wanted to hate your hair and your eyes. Your thick eyelashes, the freckles that dusted your cheeks, the way your nose scrunched when you laughed. Despite wanting to hate you in your entirety, he found himself physically incapable of doing so. As a young boy he refused to admit it, even going so far as to tease you for your features — but he thought you were beautiful. If anything, you could’ve resembled his mother more than a Targaryen.

It wasn’t your features that were wrong, but who you inherited them from; you and your brother’s served as living, breathing reminders of Rhaenyra’s infidelity.

Alicent Hightower had been sure to remind him and his siblings that you and your brothers were a product of their older sister's infidelity. An embarrassment to the family. An insult to the crown, to the realm. Abominations. Bastards.

Screams of pain shook the walls of the Red Keep.

“I can’t do this anymore, Aegon! Please make it stop, it hurts!” you rasped, clawing at the blood-soaked bedsheets. It had been almost 24 hours since your labors had begun. To everyone's surprise, Aegon had yet to leave your side.

“We’re almost there, my love. You’re doing a great job,” your husband encouraged as he placed a chaste kiss to your sweat-drenched forehead, which you only returned with a death glare.

“I cannot take it anymore! Just get it out! Cut it out if you have to!”

One of your handmaids tried to dab at your forehead with a cloth, but you gripped her hand forcefully.

Aegon gave her a sympathetic look as he got her out of your grasp, locking his fingers with yours.

“You know we can’t do that, my love. I will not risk losing you.”

You winced as your midwife slid a finger around the base of your opening. All day long you had been violated against your will. Childbirth was not only painful, but humiliating. For Aegon’s sake, you silently prayed the babe was a boy. You weren’t sure if you would be willing to go through this again.

“I can feel the head, your grace. Just a few more big pushes for me and the babe will be here.”

You groaned loudly, your teeth grinding together as another contraction wracked your frame. Pain radiated down your spine and into your groin. You felt like you were being ripped apart at the seams. Being eaten by Sunfyre seemed to be a more pleasant fate than this.

“You hear that? You’re almost done. You’re doing so good.”

You squeezed onto Aegon’s hand as hard as you could, pushing with all the strength in your body. The harder you pushed, the sooner it would be over. You needed it to be over. With a final push, your vision began to blur and your mind went blank.

Before you knew it, loud cries pulled you back to Earth, and coo’s from your handmaidens filled the room. You laid back with a sigh of relief.

Finally.

The handmaids quickly handed the babe to Aegon so you could get cleaned up.

“A girl,” she stated proudly, “and she looks just like you, my queen.”

“Like me?” You shot up.

“Lay back your grace, you need to relax,” she scolded you.

Throughout your pregnancy there was a fear in the back of your mind, that if the babe inherited your features that Aegon would be disappointed. Turns out, you couldn’t have been more wrong.

“Yes,” he chuckled, tears swelling in his eyes, “like you. She is absolutely beautiful.”

He placed the baby in your arms, smiling down at the two of you.

A wave of guilt had crashed over Aegon at the sight of his newborn daughter. As well as your initial reaction to her looks. Thinking about the torment you endured for those same features in a world full of violet eyes and snow-white hair. How could he have been so cruel to you for something so fickle?

He couldn’t help but think about Ser Harwin Strong. And the fact that he probably shared the same thoughts as him the first time he laid eyes on you as a babe. This baby was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen and the thought of anyone making her believe anything else made his blood boil. He would simply not allow it. Anyone who even dare whisper a word regarding your daughters features would lose their tongue for it.

Although the responsibility of sitting the Iron Throne loomed heavy over Aegon’s head it wasn’t until this very moment that he had true reason to be motivated to rule: his new family