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love when artists put a quote with their art ahfkag
You did so amazing the water does feel like it's breathing and alive so eerie so cool :3
The moon floated on the still black waters, shattering and re-forming as her ripples washed over it.
Daenerys in the Womb of the World
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female protagonists will literally go through 30 life altering traumas at the age of 16 and you ppl still have the audacity to call them annoying bc they cry about it and act like teenage girls
#you will never catch me on the hate train for a girl like leave her ALONE.#alina starkov#clary fairchild#katniss everdeen#katara#piper mclean#annabeth chase#elena gilbert#alicent hightower#danaerys targaryen#sansa stark#lucy gray baird#ddlc#amy march#beverly marsh#buffy summers#claudia iwtv#pretty little liars#eah#ever after high#atla#hope mikaelson#blue sargent#there are so many more but u get it
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cold blue fire of dawn
#game of thrones#danaerys targaryen#asoiaf#never watched any of this show til recently..#I’ve gotten bogged down in season 7 but I’m determined to watch the whole thing lmao#this gal stresses me out but I like her a lot
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Vizzy telling Dany about the guy who killed their dad: by the way he was REALLY hot like insanely hot
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ngl dany was funny as hell for naming her cream and gold dragon viserion immediately after killing his white haired namesake with molten gold
#this is not new information it’s just so fucking funny#danaerys targaryen#viserys targaryen#viserion#a game of thrones#agot#asoiaf#a song of ice and fire#valyrianscrolls#game of thrones
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" no king but the king in the north „
" whose name is stark „
#asoiaf#game of thrones#hotd#house of the dragon#a song of ice and fire#aemond targaryen#heleana targaryen#house stark#sansa stark#art#winter is coming#jon x dany#jon snow#the wall#arya stark#robb stark#bran stark#cregan stark#kit harrington#stark aesthetic#rhaneyra targaryen#queen rhaenyra#prince aemond#aemond one eye#team black#hotd alicent#hotd aegon#halaena targaryen#danaerys targaryen#moodboard
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asoiaf characters as posts that remind me of them part 22
#asoiaf#hotd#asoiaf shitpost#asoiaf silly posting#house of the dragon#game of thrones#incorrect game of thrones#queue la queue#asoiaf textpost#jorah mormont#danaerys targaryen#sandor clegane#arya stark#criston cole#brynden tully#the blackfish#viserys i targaryen#viserys targaryen#otto hightower#tommen baratheon#tormund giantsbane#jaime lannister#davos seaworth#beric dondarrion#jaqen h'ghar
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arya, sansa and dany get ALLLL the experiences of feudal girlhood. being torn from your family and forced to erase your connection to them at a young age. having a very dangerous pet!!! attending a wedding where at least one person dies. praying but in like, a non-denominational way. killing a man in your head. hoping your mother would be proud of you :( getting a new hairstyle and changing your identity!! killing a man.
#ok so technically sansa has not yet done the last one#but she HAS been a literal accessory to murder#and she IS doing some cute poisoning rn#so forgiven#sansa stark#arya stark#danaerys targaryen#daenerys targaryen#asoiaf#asoiaf meta#asoiaf shitpost#a song of ice and fire#asoiaf girlies
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Emilia Clarke attends the 'Game of Thrones' Photocall during the 2011 Monte Carlo Television Festival held at Grimaldi Forum on June 9, 2011 in Monte-Carlo, Monaco.
#emilia clarke#photocall#game of thrones#danaerys targaryen#beauty#stunning#british celebrities#english actress#celebs#celebrities#monte carlo
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── .✦INNOCENCE; PETYR BAELISH ⟡˖ ࣪
part 1, part 2, part 3
⟡˖ ࣪ pairing: petyr baelish x fem!stark reader
⤷cw: mature content, innocence/corruption kink?, unprotected sex, age gap, power dynamic?, aged up characters, groping (non con kinda), sexual tension, sexual innuendo,
⤷summary: in which, petyr baelish seems to take an interest in you, catelyn’s and ned’s eldest daughter after the hand of the king’s arrival at king’s landing.
REQ! also not proof read!
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with the help of serene, you finished getting ready.
your hair was kept simple, a half up half down style.
the dress choice of today was a pink gown with floral stitching and embroidery etched into the shoulders, neckline and mid way down your arm sleeve. it was a simple choice but a very classy and elegant one at that.
heading downstairs, the soft clinking of silverware and murmurs of conversation greeted you as you entered the dining hall. Your family was already gathered, seated at the long wooden table. They barely noticed your arrival, busy with their morning meal.
“Good morning, milady,” a servant greeted, giving you a small bow. You nodded in acknowledgment, trying to keep your composure, though inside you couldn’t shake the unease from the night before.
As you made your way to your seat, your gaze flickered over to where Lord Baelish was seated at the far end of the table. His eyes met yours for a brief moment, and the intense, knowing look he gave you made your stomach flip. You quickly averted your gaze, feeling the warmth of your face spreading.
“You seem quiet this morning,” your father remarked, raising an eyebrow as you sat down. “Something on your mind?”
You forced a smile, trying to push down the swirling thoughts in your head. “No, nothing at all,” you replied, your voice softer than you intended.
Breakfast passed in a blur of conversation, but you were distracted by the strange tension in the air, and the way Lord Baelish occasionally turned his gaze toward you. You couldn’t help but notice how his attention seemed to linger longer than it should, and the air around you seemed to grow thicker.
Finally, as breakfast came to a close, your father rose from his seat, signaling that it was time to leave. The javelin match was about to begin, and you would be accompanying the family to watch the contest. It was an event that promised excitement, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that your mind was elsewhere.
You pushed open the door, stepping outside into the crisp morning air, hoping the fresh air would clear your head. Your thoughts remained jumbled, swirling in confusion. Had it just been the proximity? The heat of the moment? You didn’t know. All you knew was that you felt unsettled, and it was a feeling you couldn’t ignore.
As you joined the others, Lord Baelish’s gaze once again met yours. This time, it was even more intense than before, as if he knew exactly what you were feeling. But how could he? You didn’t even know what was happening to you.
As you approached the horses, your thoughts still swirling, you heard the soft scrape of boots behind you. Before you could turn, a firm hand wrapped around your waist, lifting you effortlessly. Your breath caught in your throat as Lord Baelish gently but assertively placed you atop your horse. The unexpectedness of his touch sent a sudden wave of warmth through your body, and you instinctively pressed your thighs together, feeling an unfamiliar tension between them.
His hands lingered for a moment longer than necessary at your hips, his fingers brushing against the fabric of your dress before sliding down your thighs, giving them a pat.
You could feel the heat of his touch even through the layers, and it made you feel strangely... exposed. His eyes met yours, dark and knowing, but you couldn't read the expression in them. He said nothing, just stepped back, giving you space to adjust yourself in the saddle.
You swallowed, unsure of what to say.
The action, though simple, had shaken you in a way you couldn't explain. You had never been touched like that before even as innocent it may be, at least not so deliberately, and it left you feeling vulnerable yet... something else.
There was a fluttering in your chest, a confusing stir that you couldn't place.
You quickly looked away, trying to regain some semblance of composure.
"Are you well?" His voice was soft.
this being the first thing he’s said since yesterday.
You nodded, the words escaping you.
You weren't sure what was happening to you, and the last thing you wanted was for him to notice the way your heart raced or the flush creeping over your skin. You gripped the reins tightly, desperately trying to focus on the horses and the path ahead, but all you could feel was his presence lingering too close.
As the rest of the group mounted their horses and began to move, you followed, trying to ignore the burning heat that had settled in your chest. Lord Baelish rode alongside you, his horse moving at a steady pace, his gaze occasionally flicking to you from the corner of his eye.
The ride to the match seemed longer than it should have been. You couldn't shake the feeling of his touch, the way his hands had held you with such confidence and ease. And the strange, confusing fluttering that still hadn't subsided.
As you rode alongside Lord Baelish, the sounds of hooves striking the earth were the only things that seemed to fill the silence. The javelin match was drawing near, but your mind was elsewhere, preoccupied by the strange sensations still lingering in your body. Every time your horse’s stride shifted, you felt a light pressure between your legs, an awareness you had never experienced before. The thought of it made you flush, and you quickly looked away, hoping no one could see the heat spreading across your cheeks.
Lord Baelish, always so calm and composed, rode just a few paces ahead, his dark eyes occasionally drifting to you. You could feel his gaze even when he wasn’t looking directly at you. It made you restless, as though his very presence was pulling at something inside you that you couldn’t understand.
A sharp tug on the reins brought you out of your daze. You looked up to find the match grounds ahead, the field bustling with activity as crowds gathered in anticipation. The momentary distraction helped ground you, but the feeling of his touch from earlier still hung heavily in your chest. Your mind kept drifting back to it, and you couldn’t stop thinking about the way his hands had gripped you with such assurance.
‘one little interaction with a man and this is how i’m reacting!’ you think to yourself.
As you dismounted, Lord Baelish was once again there to assist, his hands warm on your waist as he gently guided you to the ground. His touch was gentle, yet possessive, and you felt that strange ache stir again deep inside. “thank you,” you smile politely. before stepping away from him quickly, trying to focus on the spectacle unfolding before you—the shouts, the cheers, the clash of weapons. Anything to distract yourself from the disorienting feelings inside.
You stood next to your family, but your gaze kept flitting to Lord Baelish, who was speaking with a few others nearby. His eyes met yours once again, and that familiar look passed between you. It was almost as if he could see through you, as though he knew what was stirring within you, though you had no words for it yourself.
A voice beside you broke your focus. Your sister, sansa, noticing your distraction, asked, “What’s on your mind today? You’re not yourself.”
You forced a smile and turned to her, trying to push away the fog of confusion. “I’m just… thinking,” you said, though you weren’t entirely sure what you were thinking about. Your mind and body were still reacting to Lord Baelish in ways you couldn’t explain.
you opt on moving a little further back in the crowd, away from your family as you don’t want them to keep continuously asking you series of questions.
And so, you stood there, the javelin match playing out before you, but your attention was split—part of you focused on the competition, the other part still uncertain, still trying to understand why that one, small interaction between you and Lord Baelish is consuming you with thoughts of him.. ‘and his attractive face.. toned body.. an-’
Then, a collective gasp rose from the crowd. "Oooof!" The sound echoed through the air, followed by an eerie silence. You glanced up just in time to see one of the men crumple to the ground, the wooden pole of the javelin buried deep in his throat. Blood poured from the wound in thick streams, staining the sand beneath him.
You winced, the brutal image searing into your mind, but it was the reaction of the crowd that truly unsettled you. They seemed almost thrilled by the violence. It was as if they took pleasure in the life being extinguished right before their eyes. The man's body was quickly dragged away by a few servants, but the roar of excitement from the spectators didn't falter.
You shook your head, a mixture of disgust and disbelief creeping into you.
"I'll never understand how people enjoy watching this," you muttered, mostly to yourself, but loud enough that anyone nearby might hear.
To your surprise, a smooth voice replied almost immediately. "Some enjoy the thrill of it. Others simply enjoy the.. spectacle."
You turned to see Lord Baelish standing beside you, his face unreadable, though his eyes held that familiar, knowing gleam. He wasn't looking at the man being dragged away, his attention was focused entirely on you.
"You seem disturbed," he continued, a subtle smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "But tell me, have you never considered that there's something rather... exciting about watching someone fight for their life?" His tone was casual, almost teasing, as though the death of the man meant little to him.
He didn't even glance at the scene unfolding before you. Instead, his gaze remained fixed on you, studying your reactions.
You shifted uncomfortably, feeling the weight of his stare. "I don't think excitement is the right word," you replied, your voice tight. "It's... unsettling."
He tilted his head slightly, a chuckle escaping his lips. "Perhaps. But there's something exhilarating about power, isn't there? Watching someone take control, even at the expense of another." His words were smooth, almost suggestive, and you felt a shiver run down your spine.
You glanced away, but his presence seemed to loom over you, his voice still echoing in your ears. There was something in his tone, something that made your stomach twist in a way you didn't quite understand. It was as though he was subtly pushing at the edges of your innocence, drawing out feelings you had never had to confront before.
"You're far too innocent, my lady," he murmured, as if he could sense the conflict churning within you. "But don't worry... some things are better learned firsthand."
You quickly swallowed, feeling your pulse quicken. You didn't know what to say to that-didn't even know what to think. His words were like a puzzle, each one more cryptic than the last, but they had a way of making your heart race.
Trying to shake off the confusion, you glanced back to the field, hoping the match would provide some distraction and that the now beet face red of yours would somehow cool down in the short space of time you have.
The thought of the dead man being dragged away still made your stomach turn, but Baelish's proximity only heightened the strange sensations that bubbled beneath the surface. You wished you could focus, wished you could ignore the gnawing feeling in your chest.
But his gaze remained on you, sharp, hungry, and ever-watchful.
The match continued, but the tension in the air felt thicker now. You could hardly concentrate on the javelin throwers, each of them aiming their spears with practiced precision. Instead, your attention was pulled back to Baelish, who was still standing just a step too close, casually observing the scene. His presence was almost suffocating, yet you couldn’t look away. You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks again, a flush that had nothing to do with the warm sun overhead.
“You know,” Baelish said after a long pause, his voice low, just barely audible over the noise of the crowd, “you shouldn’t be so quick to dismiss… what excites others. It’s not always what it seems on the surface.” His voice held a certain smoothness to it, as if each word was carefully crafted to provoke a reaction. And it was working. You felt a strange twinge of discomfort mixed with something else, something you couldn’t quite identify.
You tried to pull yourself together, to push the confused feelings back down. “I never said I dismissed it,” you replied stiffly, your voice quieter than usual. “I just… don’t see the appeal.”
He leaned in slightly, his mouth pressed lightly against your ear, his presence suddenly overwhelming, and for the briefest moment, you felt as though you were the only two people in the crowd. “Ah, but you’re not saying that you don’t feel something. That would be a lie.” His words sent a ripple through you, leaving you breathless for a second. He was watching you so intently now, his gaze softening, like he was examining you in a way you didn’t quite understand.
You opened your mouth, but nothing came out. His words had cut through your defenses with unsettling accuracy. Was it possible that he knew something about you that you didn’t? The way he looked at you—it made you feel like an open book, your every secret laid bare for him to see.
“Does it… bother you?” you finally whispered, your voice shaking slightly. You hadn’t meant to ask, but the question was out before you could stop it.
His smirk deepened, and he straightened, his tone shifting to something more playful. “Not at all,” he said smoothly. “But it does make things interesting when you find someone who isn’t quite so… aware of what’s stirring inside them.”
You swallowed hard, feeling the familiar heat spreading across your body once more. The way he spoke, the way his words seemed to caress the air between you, made your chest tighten. It was almost as if he was inviting you to acknowledge something you weren’t ready to face, something that terrified you and thrilled you all at once.
The noise of the match returned with a thundering cheer as one of the competitors scored a direct hit, but it was distant to you, muffled in comparison to the pounding in your own chest. You barely even noticed the people surrounding you, the way the world seemed to continue moving around you while you stood still, caught in the weight of Lord Baelish’s gaze.
he moved himself closer behind yourself. “You really don’t understand it yet, do you?” he murmured, his voice barely a whisper, as though sharing some dark secret.
his body was pressed up against yours, you instinctively stiffened, but he didn’t pull away, his fingers lightly pressing against you, as though marking his territory in the most subtle way.
he’d rock his hips slowly against yours, so subtle you might think you’re imagining it. his fingers danced on the small of your back, away from the sight of any bystander.
You shook your head slightly, trying to regain control, but his presence only seemed to heighten the confusion, the disorientation you were feeling. Was this just a game to him? Or was he playing with you, testing your limits? You weren’t sure, but what you did know was that his words, his touch, they were unraveling something deep inside you, and you didn’t know how to stop it.
“I—” You stopped yourself, biting your lip, unable to finish the sentence. What could you possibly say to him?
Before you could gather your thoughts, the final javelin was hurled with a sharp, whistle-like sound, its force sending a man crashing to the ground, an unfortunate casualty of the match. The crowd’s reaction was a mixture of gasps and excited shouts as the fallen competitor was dragged off the field, lifeless, with the javelin still lodged in his throat.
You stood at the edge of the arena, unable to tear your eyes away from the scene.
“Quite the display, don’t you think?” His voice came low, just behind your ear. There was no sign of discomfort in his tone—only a quiet satisfaction, as if the death of the man meant nothing at all to him.
You swallowed hard, trying to focus on his words instead of the way his touch was making you feel, the way your pulse quickened at the proximity. “It’s… terrible,” you managed, your voice more fragile than you wanted it to be.
Baelish’s hands didn’t move, but his fingers tightened just slightly, as if he knew exactly what your discomfort was. “People enjoy it because it’s a reminder of power,” he said, his words soft, his tone deceptively casual. “A reminder that at any moment, your life could be taken from you. It makes them feel alive, even as they watch someone else die.”
You turned your head, your eyes wide as you met his gaze. You hadn’t expected him to speak with such indifference, to make such a chilling comment with no hint of empathy. But then again, Baelish had always been a man of cold calculation, never one for sentimentality.
“It’s… disturbing,” you whispered, your thoughts scattered as your chest tightened. His touch still lingered on your back, his presence too close, too overwhelming. It felt like an invisible thread was pulling you toward him, one you didn’t know how to resist.
Baelish’s lips brushed your ear as he spoke again, his voice now a tantalizing whisper. “You don’t like it. But you can’t deny it has a certain… pull.” His breath was warm against your skin, his tone taking on an almost teasing quality. “You feel something, don’t you? Even if you don’t want to.”
You stiffened, has he found you out..?
“I don’t…” You started to protest, but the words faltered as his touch remained firm, the pressure of his hands against your back both soothing and intrusive. “I don’t know what you mean.” you play coy and stupid.
His smile was faint, but it was enough to make your stomach flip. He didn’t respond right away, instead allowing a beat of silence to hang between you, before he spoke again, his voice now soft, coaxing.
“you know what i mean, just don’t be too quick to dismiss your own feelings.” His hand shifted just slightly on your back, fingers brushing against the curve of your waist. “what you’re feeling is natural, don’t push it away.” petyr says as his hands now move further down south, running his hands over your ass, groping the flesh subtly.
You felt a flush creep up your neck as you let out a soft yelp at the sudden attack, not only that but the words hitting you like a splash of cold water.
Before you could find your voice, Baelish lightly guided you away from the arena, his hand never leaving your behind. The sound of the crowd, the cheers, the dying echoes of the match, seemed to fade into the background as you followed him, still reeling from the strange combination of emotions swirling inside you.
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hellooo! i was planning on making the smut part in this part but i felt like i rambled on too much and it’d be too long to add the smut part in now so it shall be in the next chapter, sorryy :(
anyways, thank you for reading and if you enjoyed it, don’t hesitate to like, share or reblog this post. thank you!
- maya 🪼
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Danaerys in Meereen
#game of thrones#asoiaf#a song of ice and fire#asoif/got#asoiaf fanart#asoif fanart#house targaryen#danaerys targaryen#meereen
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The problem isn't nuance or media literacy.
The problem is fans feeling like they own the work and characters.
The problem is people not deconstructing their purity culture and just putting its structure and attitudes into social justice and fandom spaces. (working on this myself and i will be making a separate post with useful links.)
The problem is using fandom spaces as social justice vehicles.
The problem is basing someone's moral character and values on what fictional stories and characters they enjoy.
The problem is the I'm right and if you don't agree with me you're stupid and a bad person mentality.
The problem is there is zero live and live mentality anymore.
The problem is rude delusional white social 20 something girls with a god complex saying "actually sweetie your wrong" along with a long line of mean girl insults. When they haven't so much as read a nonfiction book in years, watch a documentary that wasn't some flavor of true crime or researched something off of TikTok or Instagram. Sorry not sorry for saying that. I'm guilty of it too.
The problem is attacking actors, writers and other ARTISTS.
The problem with the current fandom climate goes so much farther than media literacy or nuance.
I'm tagging this in the GoT/HotD fandom but this IS UNIVERSAL.
#aemond targaryen#helaena targaryen#aegon ii targaryen#rhaenyra targaryen#alicent hightower#daemon targeryan#jacaerys velaryon#lucerys targaryen#viserys ii targaryen#corlys velaryon#rhaena targaryen#baela targaryen#laenor velaryon#laena velaryon#rhaenys targaryen#hotd#danaerys targaryen#sansa stark#jon snow#fandom culture#purity culture#fandom#tumblr#anti team green#anti team black#anti rhaenyra targaryen#anti alicent hightower#anti aemond targaryen#anti aegon ii targaryen#anti daemon targaryen
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can’t wait till I’m able to rewatch s4 cuz she had so many good looks there
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veils of sorrow —
a timeless embrace
rhaenyra the cruel 2.02
helaena targaryen and alicent hightower
le jour des morts, “all saints’ day”; 1859
william-adolphe bouguereau
#asoiaf#game of thrones#hotd#house of the dragon#a song of ice and fire#house stark#sansa stark#aemond targaryen#art#heleana targaryen#hotd alicent#queen rhaenyra#rhaenicent#jon snow#danaerys targaryen#alicent hightower#fire and blood#winter is coming#grief journey#oil on canvas#oil painting#1800s art#old art#museum
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"Azor Ahai shall be born again amidst smoke and salt to wake dragons out of stone." by yesdanel on Reddit [source]
#hey i said something!#not my art#game of thrones#asoiaf#fanart#danaerys targaryen#fire#reddit#yesdanel
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