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"...and the greatest of them all, Balerion and Vhagar, huge and acient and sleepy, but still terrifying when they woke and stirred and spread their wings"
#couple goals#balerion and vhagar#fanart#asoiaf#drawing#illustration#the winds of winter#a song of ice and fire#game of thrones#asoiaf fanart#valyrian scrolls#art#visenya#aegon the conqueror#black dread#dragonstone#the dragonpit#aerea targaryen#house of the dragon
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Balerion, the Black Dread, guarding the Red Keep.
#a song of ice and fire#ai art#midjourney#game of thrones#balerion#black dread#red keep#westeros#king's landing
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#artists on tumblr#the horrors are neverending#by horrors i mean waking up early and going to work#even though i currently work from home#i remember alarms going off at 7am like it was yesterday#waking up early when it's pitch black outside and going out into the cold is torture#every day i dread the day i have a 7am alarm again#you never really escape it unless you're crazy rich#the horrors persist and always lurk behind the corner#can we make working from home the norm...
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Daenys and her baby Balerion
You can't convince me he wasn't spoiled.
#fanart#digital art#original art#a song of ice and fire#game of thrones#asoiaf fanart#daenys the dreamer#daenys targaryen#daenys#asoiaf art#asoiaf#asoiaf fashion#asoiaf hair and clothing#balerion#fire and blood#hotd#house of the dragon#dragon art#old valyria#valyrianscrolls#doom of valyria#house targaryen#the black dread
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#dreams in blk#black tumblr#black beauty#black girl magic#poc aesthetic#black people#black women#beautiful black women#black girls#black women aesthetic#black pride#blackness#black culture#black femininity#black woman appreciation#black woman aesthetic#black women are beautiful#black women appreciation#black girls rock#black girl moodboard#black girls are beautiful#black girl aesthetic#black girls of tumblr#black girl beauty#black girl#black hair#natural hair#black hairstyles#dreads#natural hair care
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Shaunese Crawford (photographer, cinematographer, director)
website, Boogie Down Cinema, Facebook, IG, TikTok
#Shaunese Crawford#women filmmakers#female photographer#fitness#fit lesbian#masculine women#cowgirl#country#butch#tattoo#piercings#natural hair#dreads#back#v-cut#8 pack women#8-pack#hat#female abs#Black fitness#black & white#suit#gif
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retail workers should get double pay on black friday, and also they should be allowed to yell at one customer an hour
#i am EXHAUSTED yall#my store started early black friday today#and i am dreading every shift this week#black friday#retail workers#minimum wage
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Black women with locs are soooo beautiful, to me. 🥰🤎
2nd picture: Ria Williams.
FB: Ria Williams
TikTok: @just.riaa
3rd pic: DeChristiana Womack (FB)
IG: Tooneyslocx
#black aesthetic#black tumblr#black women#locs#dreads#source: pinterest#pinterest#aesthetics#aesthetic#hair aesthetic#natural hair#black women aesthetic#black woman aesthetic#black woman beauty#locs appreciation#dreadlocks#dreadlocks appreciation#brown women
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#black tumblr#black girl moodboard#black men#men of tumblr#black man#locs#dreads#dreadhead#photoshoot#twitter#black and white
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#Journal of Dreadful Things#jodt#Black Family Curse#drarry#harry potter#draco malfoy#lilbeanz#hp#lilbeanzdrawings#harry potter fanart#drarry fic#hehehe <3
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black locs are the best (v3)
#locs#women with locs#girls with locs#locstyles#kaliii#aesthetic locs#textual locs#dreadlocstyles#dreads#blatb#natural hair#black girl hair#black#blackgirlmagic#black tumblr#black hair#hairstyle
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Beneath God's Eye
"Balerion the Black Dread fell upon the younger dragon from above, ripping a wing from her body. Quicksilver fell to her death, with Prince Aegon upon her back
Once Aegon fell, the rebels saw their cause lost."
#balerion#black dread#maegor#quicksilver#aegon targaryen#riverlands#harrenhal#fanart#drawing#illustration#asoiaf#a song of ice and fire#the winds of winter#game of thrones#asoiaf fanart#valyrian scrolls#fire and blood#house targaryen#art#grrm
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Time with no war.
Vhagar is showing Balerion their children and the brave Vermithor trying to play with it's scary father.
Comission for @jaehaeryshater
#hotd art#hotd#dragon#house of the dragon art#house of the dragon#vhagar#Balerion#balerion the black dread#vermithor#fire and blood#dragons art#family
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captain dread is bald
#jakedigi#sonic prime#amy rose#knuckles the echidna#black rose#renegade knucks#knuckles the dread#amy#knuckles#sonic
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𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐁𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞
From this poll, this series is born!
a/n: this is changing the dragons from not just mount, but to being able to shift into a human-like form at will...
𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿
・The dragons Westeros once known (and barely understood anyway)...had started to evolve. Where once were leathery wings and two clawed legs, now stood a man. A giant of a man truly, with eyes that could pierce the soul.
・Had this been what everyone else experienced? You couldn't ask - not now, as he had flown you to a secluded patch of land, far from King's Landing ... or any kind of civilisation.
・You didn't know how to react when the transformation was complete and Balerion found a tree, and sat down against it.
・You were INCREDULOUS! Unable to look at the naked man before you; this was not how the bond was supposed to work??
"Nyke ȳdra daor pendagon ao sagon supposed naejot gaomagon bona." (I don't think you're supposed to do that…) You hissed to Balerion.
"Skorkydoso would ao gīmigon skoros nyke se am daor supposed naejot gaomagon?" (How would you know what I am and am not supposed to do?)
・You nearly screeched... Fluent in High Valyrian! He can speak and he is FLUENT!
・Your nose flared as you swung to look at him.
・That day you learnt a great deal of things. Among them was the fact that he knew the common tongue as well, was practically always hungry, and the most important thing ... you still had to wrap your head around...
・That the bond you have with Balerion isn't just rider & and mount. It's a soulbond.
・This was how they kept dragons in Valyria; through blood magic they made them human. They could stay in either form whenever they wished.
・But it also meant every few years, whoever was the dragon's rider - was also their mate. As in ... romantic mate.
・"Yn, nyke going naejot sagon married?" (But, I'm going to be married?)
"Ao emagon issare chosen hae ñuhon." (You have been chosen as mine.)
"Ondoso qilōni!" (By who!)
"Nyke iderēptan ao." (I chose you.)
・Only those that had been chosen know about this.
・It took you a while to fully come to terms with the fact that more dragons depended on your bond with Balerion.
・He gave you space.
・But only for three days.
・Then he came waltzing through your door, and took a seat in front of the fireplace. His long legs stretching, large thick arms spread against the seat's frame.
・You had been fretting in your bed, unable to sleep, only thinking and thinking. Anxiety getting the best of you.
"Come sit by the fire," he said. Balerion's voice was gravelly, at times forced - the shift still not fully easy after all these years.
"You said you would give me time to think!" You huffed into your pillow.
"I have given you time. But I wish to be with my mate. Now come."
・You rolled your eyes, flung the blanket back and grabbed your pillow. Pressing it to your chest, you skulked over to the maroon coloured seat.
・Your breath was taken straight from your body as you saw him.
・With the fireplace the only source of light, Balerion looked both an angel and a demon.
・Horns protruded from his head, the same shape as when he was a scaled beast. His red eyes found you, thick lashes blinking slowly. Tanned, olive skin seemed to gleam in the firelight.
・Balerion seemed to have hundreds of scars, but it only added to his ruggedness.
・You moved forward and sat near him, the pillow used as a barrier between you two.
・You hadn't noticed the pointed ears, or the small braids in his long hair.
・But as you looked upon him, Balerion was doing the same to you.
・He lifted his large scarred hand and held it against your cheek.
"My mate."
𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔
Soft for exactly one person (Balerion) x Is that one person (You)
"I've made a calculated decision." (Balerion) x "Wait, you can do maths?" (You)
Overly arrogant and flirtacious (Balerion) x Pretends To Be Unfazed, But Is Dying On The Inside (You)
You Can't Do That! (You) x And Why Not? (Balerion)
𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆
Intertwined Destinies
Defying Expectations
Bickering and Banter
𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈
Me and the Devil by Soap&Skin
Test Drive by John Powell
Into My Arms by the Midnite String Quartet
#witchthewriter#headcanons#house of the dragon#balerion#balerion the black dread#balerion x reader#balerion the black dread x reader#dragons#dragon directory#dragon dictionary#house targaryen#old valyria#dragon rider#hotd headcanons#game of thrones#asoiaf#asoiaf headcanons#asoiaf x reader#dragon x reader#dragon x human#monster romance#monster boyfriend#monster x human#monster x reader#fantasy creature#george rr martin#vhagar#meraxes#aegon the conqueror#rhaenys the conqueror
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Balerion bonded to bastard! Reader
~ In this Scenario, Balerion is still alive and breathing- albeit barely, and with little enthusiasm. He'd remain still in the sand, seafoam lapping at his scales, yet he feels little reason to move. He's old. Ancient, and tired. The rise and fall of his breath is gradual and laboured- slow like the moving tide. Ever since Viserys drew his last breath, Balerion felt as cold as the sea. His days of glory and war are memories grown old, and he is tired. He feels like sleeping forever now, listening to the faint call of seagulls and the noise of crashing tides.
~ Bastard! princess reader captures glimpses of him from her windows view, watching the old beast wither and fade upon the beach like he were a memory fizzling away into the seafoam. At first glimpse through the rain speckled glass pane- she had mistaken him for a large mountain of black rock.
~ now she's frightened, but, intrigued. She is still a child, a scared and desperate one, so she hatches a plan to reach the beach and perhaps ask the dragon nicely if he'd take her back home. (Besides, dragons do look scary, but Caraxes was nice to her. Maybe he'll be nice too?)
~ like a slippery little mouse, one day she escapes during dinnertime. Fueled to seek out the dragon after a one-sided argument with Daemon across the table. Whilst the servants and knights searched the castle grounds for her, she finds herself on the coastline, and beelines towards the mountain of a dragon, Balarion. She doesn't know who he is, all that he's a dragon. Dragons have wings. They can fly. He could take her home, away from these mad people.
~ her courage burns like a wavering candle, tears streaming down her face in distraught and desperation. The sounds of dragons roaring in the dragon pit fizzle her blood, she can hear the troubled songs of Caraxes and syrax in the distance, and it stirs her on to waken the sleeping dragon. Despite her little trembling hands and accelerated heartbeat.
~ Balarion is awoken- disturbed at the sound of a sobbing child. It is such an odd and peculiar sound to his ears, it startles him enough to raise his heavy head from the sand and look down upon a child he has never seen before. Inhaling deeply, he also doesn't recognise their scent. But there is some trace of dragon blood within her.
~ "excuse me, can you take me home? I need to go home, my mummy is there!". She proclaims as loudly as she can. As clearly as her choked up voice allows her.
~ Balarion feels himself grow soft at the sight of the little child- as soft as a dragon can be.
~ He blinks slowly at her, gently lowering his head to move closer. The sudden bravery of a mere child to approach him intrigues him greatly, and a rejuvenation overtakes his body. Suddenly his aching body doesn't feel so tired anymore- his stiffly folded wings that once enveloped the moon, suddenly feel spry and strong.
~ like a mountain unearthing itself from the earth, his massive body groaned and shuddered like a rolling thunderstorm- lifting from the cold evening sand and bubbling salty seafoam. The little girl stumbles backwards clumsily, afraid that maybe she has just prodded a sleeping angry beast, but she is met with no fire or teeth. this large, monstrously large dragon, is bowing his head to her. Like a mighty stag would do for a little fawn.
~ anxious- and brimming with excitement, her hands clasp upon the rough black scales of the sides of his neck. She climbs higher and higher, until she finds herself clambering onto the back of the beast, where an ancient and worn saddle remains. Roughly woven rope that has seen better days, and a simple leather seat awaits before her- and she climbs on.
~ her whole world seems to tilt and shift, like the earth was moving right beneath her feet as Balarion rises with a steady and heavy rumble. The stars are glittering above in the skies, and the cool evening air laps at the waves till they form foamy hills of white upon the dark sapphire waters. her heart is beating loudly and wildly in her chest now, her blood fizzling like lightning, and she stares across the ocean with determination soaring inside her. she's on the dragon now, and he seems eager to fly.
~ grappling the worn thick reins between her small hands, she recalls a word that the pale haired man called out to his crimson scaled dragon before he took off into the sky. The word is foreign, and doesn't quite suit the roll of her tongue. But she speaks it, a command that holds no hesitation.
~ "Sōvēs!".
~ Bastard! Princess had risen high into the sky, clutching for dear life upon the reigns that were held so tight in her hands, her knuckles had turned pale. The wind rushed and soared, and her ears felt like they had popped as they ascended higher and higher across the sea. Balerions' wings were unsheathed like the night sky as they beat against the wind, and although his body was aching and old, he was not brittle or weak.
Salt air rushed over her face like a splash of icy water as they flew over the ocean, and she watched the castle grow smaller and smaller as the wind carried them away.
~ they flew and flew, but Balarion grew weary from the sudden flight, and turned back towards the shoreline. Bastard! princess was at a loss of what to do- for her own stomach was churning at the realisation that she didn't know where she was trying to go. The old dragon seemed to also sense that, and made the decision for the both of them to head back towards the cold stone castle.
~ Awaiting upon the shoreline, was a small army of armoured men, and the white haired man, who wore an astounded expression. His eyes wide, and jaw slack in what could only be described as euphoric horror. The king, Viserys, despite his weak and brittle body, had ordered to be escorted outside to see with his very own eyes as to what was happening. They had heard the uproar of Balerions' wings from within the castle, Daemon had at once thought a sudden hurricane had hit amidst his search for the little girl he had stolen away, haste in his step as Rhaenyra attempted to sternly reason with him - until the unmistakable shrill deep noise of rumbling dragon-song erupted in the distance like thunder. Both adults stilled- their expressions still and astounded.
~ it was until the sudden and panicked cry of a knight that confirmed everyones hesitant thoughts.n
~ "Balerion the black dread has arisen! And the princess is with him!"
~ that was all Daemon needed to hear before he bounded for the exit. With haste.
~ Balerion had returned to the beach, just as the knights had suspected. They fell speechless at the sight of such a large and imposing dragon land back upon the sandy coastline, his energy low, but not gone.
~ Viserys was in utter disbelief, and excitement. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. He had believed he would be the last rider of Balerion the black dread- the last targaryen to mount the beast that once was ridden by Aegon the conqueror, and many other infamous names.
~ The princess's little head of hair and frightful eyes peered down from her towering view upon the dragons back- eyeing the army of knights. Balerion grumbled a growl so low and frightening, it rattled the knights bones in their bodies. Their braced weapons could only serve as emotional support against such a beast.
~ "Dohaeras! Balerion!" Viserys roared in his deep and broken voice, his command did not hold as much power as it used to- but Balerion acknowledged it with an absentminded glance.
~ Eventually, through carefully worded coos and reassurances from young frightened handmaids that beckoned towards the bastard princess- she yielded. Wordlessly, Balarion lowered his head and allowed her to clamber down. Right into the shaking arms of a young woman in servants cloth, who had stood so close to the dragon, she felt her skin take heat and sweat profusely. The frightened and frustrated little girl was exhausted, and hungry. She has eaten very little earlier, picking at breadcrumbs like a little bird, and sipping only a little water. Her head lolled helplessly into the crook of the maiden's neck, weak and tired. the anxious woman backed away quickly.
~ Half asleep, and very upset, the little princess was placed into Rhaenyras' awaiting out-stretched arms. Her own little boys gathered around her like lambs as she petted the girl's back to comfort her. She fell limp, and asleep not too long after, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
~ Balerion watched them closely as they took his new little rider back up to the castle, even following as close as he could reach whilst still on the sand.
~ Viserys was white faced and trembling, a wry smile on his face, whilst Daemon was left expressionless. His palm cradled at the handle of his sword, troubled.
~ "The black dread yielded to her word Daemon- I had not thought that was possible". Viserys muttered.
~ "Neither did I". Daemon uttered back. His voice was even, and calm, yet his eyes held a thousand yard stare.
~ This was not supposed to happen. She was so young- and now with the black dread within her command? There was no saying of what may happen.
To be continued...
#balerion the black dread#hotd Balerion#yandere hotd#yan! dad daemon#bastard! princess reader#bastard! reader
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