#dracarys🔥

[bluemargotrobbie]

AEMMA, DESPERTÓ A LA BESTIA| FANFIC EDIT| FURIA 🔥⚔️

La Princesa Aemma Velaryon, hija mayor de la Reina Rhaenyra Targaryen, tenía claro sus objetivos, proteger a su familia.

Desde la trágica muerte de su hermano pequeño, el Príncipe Lucerys Velaryon, se dijo a sí misma que su lucha sería por su familia y su protección. No por venganza como muchos creían.

Aunque había despertado al dragón que habitaba en su interior, donde habitaba la furia y el fuego.

“Había que ser necio para no conocer lo que es EL DESPERTAR EL DRAGÓN ” decía el bufón Champiñón...no habia equivocación en ello.

📚: 𝗔𝗘𝗠𝗠𝗔 (publicado)

🖋: LunaticaBlack (wattpad)

🌎: HOTD

💌: Aemond, Aegon T& Cregan Stark

👤: Aemma Velaryon

[witchthewriter]

𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐏𝐡𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐬:

Btw this is the best High Valyrian translator I've found.

a/n: some swears lol. If you really want to learn the language, then Duolingo is great!

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬?

After the "Doom of Valyria", High Valyrian transformed dailly language of an empire into more of a scholarly language kept alive by the elite nobles, poets, and scholars across Essos and Westeros.

𝐁𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐎𝐫 𝐋𝐨𝐰 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧

Each of the Nine Free Cities developed their own distinct Low Valyrian tongue like the Braavosi, Lorathi, Lysene, Myrish, Norvoshi, Pentoshi, Qohorik, Tyroshi, and Volantene.

So while High Valyrian remained the sacred, elite lore language, these Low Valyrian offshoots became the common tongue.

It's probably why it's so difficult to get the exact wording right when there's so many different versions of one language.

𝑨𝒏𝒚𝒘𝒂𝒚, 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝒂 𝒇𝒆𝒘 𝒑𝒉𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒆𝒔!

Blood of the Dragon = Zaldrīzo ānogar

Game of Thrones = Tymptir Dēmalȳti

Freedom = Dāerves

Ñuhor līr gūrēnna = I will take what is mine.

Ao ynoma dīnilūks? = Will you marry me?

Valyrio muño ēngos ñuhys issa = Valyrian is my mother tongue.

My name is (name). = Ñuha brozi (name) issa

Seven Hells! = Sīkudi nopāzmi

I love you. = Avy jorrāela

Mother of Dragons = Muña Zaldrizoti

Prince = Darilaros

Twin = Idaña

Older Sister = Mandia

Younger Sister = Hāedar

Older Brother =Lēkia

Younger Brother = Valonqar

Wolves = Zoklī

Cats = Kēla

Small = Byka

𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 🔥

Dragon = Zaldrīzes

Dracarys = Dragon-Fire

Dohaeras = Serve

Lykirī= Be Calm

Naejot = Forward

Umbās = Wait

Ynot! = Come! (to me)

Daor! = No!

Vēzot! = Up!

Rȳbās! = Listen! Obey!

Ninkiot! / Parmot! / Tegot! = Land!

Gevī! / Hegnīr! = Good!

[theridervhagar]

"Dracarys!" 🔥🐉

[myfandomprompts]

Dracarys 🔥💚

Week 4- Thought I noticed some new musical theme but I'm not sure it was for him. I believe it was a variation of the battle scene. We will see in the future but it seems they kept the end of season 1 one.

[gameofthonesliveson]

Dracarys 🔥🔥

[spiritofdragonfire]

Love the name of your dragon, so pretty cool

Thank you very much! It took me a while to find the perfect dragon for me to raise on the HOTD: DracARys game app, but Thunderbolt was definitely worth all the time and effort to acquire! 😎🐉

His coloring, markings, name, and nickname were heavily influenced by my love of the Empyrean book series by Rebecca Yarros! I was torn for a bit about what nickname to give him. I chose "The Storm Shadow" because it sounded the coolest and it's similar to Drogon's nickname, "The Winged Shadow." The other nickname I almost chose for Thunderbolt was "The Storm Titan." 🌩⚡️

Thunderbolt has his own age, measurements, and stats on the DracARys app, but I've created my own character lore for him if he existed in HOTD during the Dance of the Dragons.

This commission of Thunderbolt was made by IG artist @fanglycan.commissions.open. I love how it depicts him as a large dragon nearly 30 years old at the start of the Targaryen Civil War. I like to think he is the offspring of Meleys, the Red Queen, and the infamous wild dragon known as the Cannibal. I imagine that Thunderbolt is the same size and possesses the same impressive wingspan as GOT Drogon, but is just a bit shorter in length.

I'm so proud of my beloved Storm Shadow! He certainly grew up to be a handsome firebreather! 🥰🔥🐲

[anaamaya]

Epic dance of the dragons! 🐉🔥🐉🔥🐉🔥

Dracarys! 🔥💚🖤🔥

[writingsofwesteros]

Chained beneath the waves 🌊 ⛓️🔥

Rhaenys can't help but laugh bitterly, look away, and take another drink as he says that to her. "Daeron has quite an eye for detail, does he." Before looking back at him, after a moment ".. you and Aemond do know more than just a simple dracarys, yes?"

That pulls a sudden laugh from him though, enjoying her sour mood and bite, he missed jesting with people, what with Aemond sending his friends to the wall and his family fretting over him and his injuries all these months, Aemond and Baela the only other two who bite at him with mirth anymore. He still can't stand Jace yet, and with Otto amd Daemon it's no jesting, simply biting.

He's only partially serious when he snaps back that he'll only forgive her truly if she faces Sunfyre for him. He doesn't expect her to look resolved at that and suddenly be up and pushing her way past him, out the door before he can stutter out a word. Now he's having to scramble up and after her because oh no, he was only speaking a cruel thought that passed him aloud. He didn't expect the mad hag to actually be drunk enough to do it. He screams as much after her as she's already leagues ahead of him, and the street of silk has grown quite crowded and busy in the late hour. Knowing her drunken state must surely be the only reason she's lost all reason and is moving towards meeting a slowly healing injured dragon in the dragonpit, face to face, one who's last memory of her is her atop her own dragon as they clashed...

Now Aegon's panicking because he doesn't want Sunfyre to burn or eat her.. He's not ready to accept that she's simply that mad because of sadness and regret over him. The drink has nothing to do with her throwing all thoughts of reason away when he gave that ultimatum... she had the same fear as him, she's not an idiot. Sunfyre will not be happy. Even in her lowest, she's still too proud to get on her knees and beg his forgiveness like some septa though, but dragons... she knows dragons better than people...

And oh, when he finally has shoved his way through the crowds and made his way to the dragonpit, thoughts of his mother and the Sea Snake making him a eunuch racing in his mind as he rushes down deeper underground, looking for where Sunfyre nests... he starts really panicking when he sees the light of dragon flames glowing from just there, hears his good boys angry screeching... but comes to a stop in the entryway to his dragons cave... because Rhaenys is sobered up now it seems, in the face of him.

Singing the Valyrian song softly, that Daemon sang to Vermithor, that the dragonkeepers sing when they call any dragon... Sunfyre is in a fury no doubt.. but he's directing his flames to the cave walls behind her, above her, not at her directly... he is fluttering his wings as she steps closer.. snarling far too close to her face when she doesn't stop.. but she simply bows her head lightly, not breaking eye contact with him, telling him to calm in Valyrian... not flinching much when he screeches in her face after. Aegon just watches now, in the shadow of the entryway, because he's never seen her like this. He's never watched what the dragonkeepers do when they retrieve their dragons for them.. he's entranced. He was always envious that she taught Aemond everything he knew of Valyrian, be it speaking the tongue or knowing the history. He'd heard of her bond with the Red Queen being on par with his own with Sunfyre. He'd known Meleys is like her true soulmate, her other half, as Sunfyre is his. But he'd never seen her in this light. Seen the respect, reverence in her eyes as she interacts with a dragon, even one not her own. She doesn't look at Sunfyre as a weapon of war, just looks like a dragonkeeper herself in the moment, acting as if the dragons are sacred; they're the last true magic of Old Valyria in this sad world.

He watches as Sunfyre slowly, ever so slowly, calms as the minutes go by, as she almost plays a dance with him. When he seems too snappish, unyielding, she yields and steps back a pace until he calms again. Eyes never leaving each other. Aegon watches as finally, she gets him the yield, after one more huff of flames at the cave walls, she has gotten close enough to lay a hand on him gently, whispering the command in Valyrian to serve. Watches as Sunfyre finally melts under it, moving towards laying back down in the corner with a huff, after letting her touch his snout for a long moment... Aegon finally speaks then.. asking her to teach him Valyrian.. teach him how to do that... that pulls a true smile from her.

They lose track of time down there, not realizing they end up staying down there well after dawn, through the day, and are still there by nightfall the next night. Baela and Helaena start to worry when they haven't seen him that day, he hadn't returned to bed the previous night.. then when they express their worries to Jace he starts to wonder, for their sake at least (for now ;3)

Alicent and Corlys having a similar thought in their own bedchambers. They haven't seen Rhaenys in some time... even more worried, they'd be if perhaps they had fought with her about her behavior since returning to the capital, and refusal to let them help her. That being why she was in that tavern Aegon found her in to begin with. Now she never came back, nor was seen the following day, they're worried. Corlys had seen Meleys a ways across the bay where she'd been staying of late, close enough to the shore where Alicent swam but far enough in the Kingswood that she's well over a few miles across Blackwater Bay, nowhere near the smallfolk in the Port. So he knows she's not flying, nor did she take off back to Driftmark or Dragonstone or elsewhere in her temper... then they run into the children looking for Aegon and now they're all freaking out. Those two both disappeared together? What in the Seven hells are they doing... they haven't even made up as far as everyone knows... oh imagine their surprise when Criston comes across him on his way to his duties and remarks having been told by some goldcloaks the two apparently spent the former night drinking away in the street of silk, then were last seen going to the dragonpits. Rhaenys first, mlving wirh purpose, as if on a mission, and Aegon followed soon after, appearing in a fit.

Imagine the look of Alicent, Corlys, Baela, Helaena, and Jacaerys' faces when they go to the dragonpits and come upon them together in Sunfyres cave... Aegon stumbling through attempting to speak a command in Valyrian as Rhaenys instructs him gently. Sunfyre looking as if he's tired of this lol and wants to ignore his boy and go back to sleep.

I LOVE THEM

Aegon stumbling through attempting to speak a command in Valyrian as Rhaenys instructs him gently. Sunfyre looking as if he's tired of this lol and wants to ignore his boy and go back to sleep.

Poor sweet Aegon trying his best and blushing madly as Sunfyre just bumps into his chest which only makes him chuckle and push his silly dragon away.

This was serious.

It warms Jace's heart at the idea of someone else not knowing the language

[ai-em-maes]

🔥🖤 Whispers of a Burning Flame 🖤🔥

~ Chapter 4 ~ Chapter Index: 1, 2, 3, 4...

Characters - Self Insert OC x Aemond Targaryen

Summary - After escaping capture by a rival family, Vaemyra Blackwood takes residence at the Red Keep, where she embraces her newfound identity as a dragonrider of Valyrian blood. Her presence catches the eye of Prince Aemond, and the two slowly grow closer amidst the shadows of their shared peculiarities.

Word Count - 900

Content - 18+, Major slow burn, fluff, a smidge of angst, smut in later chapters

A/N - Once again, thanks for reading <3 Bit of a short chapter, but trust me when I say things are about to heat up. Also, here's a post with drawings I made of Vaemyra and Nightgleam

Likes, comments, & reblogs are appreciated!

The dragonkeepers drew forth a ram. 

“Dracarys,” Vaemyra commanded, and Nightgleam ignited the prey in a blast of searing flame.

Vaemyra had been with her dragon since early morning, and welcomed a distraction from the gnawing embarrassment of yesterday’s mishap in the gardens. Lost in thought, she watched as the black dragon happily devoured her meal. Then a footman from the Keep approached.

“My Lady,” the man addressed, bowing. “Your father, Lord Tristan of House Blackwood, has arrived.” 

Vaemyra beamed, and her heart felt as light as the sun’s first rays after a storm. The dragonkeepers offered to shepherd Nightgleam to her den so the lady Blackwood might return to the castle at once. With a grateful nod, Vaemyra mounted her waiting horse, the beat of its hooves mirroring the eager pounding of her heart.

Back at the Red Keep, Prince Aemond was returning from the sparring yard when he spotted Vaemyra hurrying alongside a footman. The urgency with which she entered the queen’s audience chamber piqued his curiosity.

Vaemyra hardly had time to catch her breath before she burst into the room. “Father!” she squealed. The two Blackwoods rushed to embrace each other. 

“There’s my brave girl!” Ser Tristan rejoiced, his eyes nearly welling with tears. “Are you well? Oh, how I’ve missed you, my daughter!” 

“And I, you! I was so frightened I’d never see you again.”

Tristan ran his palm over his daughter’s fuzzy head. “What’s happened here?” His brow lowered fiercely. “Did those barbarians do this to you?” 

“I’m afraid so, but I feel it suits me well,” Vaemyra answered, thinking of how much lighter she felt without layers of black plaits.

Queen Rhaenyra observed them from her seat at the table, and it gladdened her heart to see their reunion at last. Ser Tristan Blackwood was a handsome and gregarious man—dark of hair, tall of stature, and warm of heart, with deep devotion to his kin. When Tristan received the raven about Vaemyra’s arrival at Dragonstone, he immediately departed for King’s Landing, while his nephews and niece—Samwell, Robb, and Alysanne—remained in the Riverlands to defend against House Bracken.

The Blackwoods rejoined Her Grace at the table, and Vaemyra divulged her progress with dragonriding and her time thus far at court. She thanked the queen for her profound generosity.

“The pleasure is all mine,” said Rhaenyra. “It is a thing of miracle for a dragon to seek its rider from leagues away. And you are exceptionally resilient to endure all that you have. Rest assured, Lord Tully has agreed to the Crown’s terms for the Brackens’ punishment.”

“My deepest gratitude to you, Your Grace,” returned Tristan.

“Vaemyra is free to return to Raventree Hall if she would like,” the queen continued. “The Blackwoods have long been loyal to my house, and I have no fear of granting your daughter leave, even with a beast as powerful as a dragon. She’s proven herself more than trustworthy, and I will have several of our dragonkeepers accompany her if necessary.”

Ser Tristan looked to his daughter. “What say you to that?”

Just beyond the chamber doors, Aemond listened intently. The thought of Lady Blackwood leaving the Keep twisted a knot in his chest, stealing his breath.

Vaemyra lowered her eyes. “Actually… if I may… I’d like to remain here. House Targaryen has been so gracious, and I wish to continue living among those who carry the blood of Old Valyria. Since my mother’s passing, I’ve had no opportunity to be with others who share this heritage. I would like to learn more of our ancestry.”

Aemond exhaled, the tension visibly easing from his body. His time with her would not be ending so soon. 

Ser Tristan’s expression softened. “Of course, My Love. I won’t deny you that right. Your mother was…” he trailed off. Then he took Vaemyra by the hand. “You and Salomaë are so alike in spirit.” 

Vaemyra’s words had been genuine, but they accounted for only half the reason she wished to stay at the Keep. The other reason took the form of a tall, brooding prince with chiseled features and a piercing gaze.

“In the meantime,” Tristan went on, “I too would like to remain at court for a short while, to ensure my daughter is cared for, and to reclaim some time lost in each other’s company. If I may, Your Grace.”

Rhaenyra gave her approval with a nod. “I understand entirely. I would do the same, as a mother.” 

“Brilliant. When I’m done here, I’ll pay a visit to Duskendale as well. I spent my youth as Lord Gunthor Darklyn’s ward. His health is failing, I’ve heard, and I should like to reunite with him.” 

For the next seven days, the Blackwoods never left each one another’s side. They supped and laughed together at every meal, loosed arrows in the Queenswood, and told stories beneath the castle’s heart tree. When Vaemyra introduced her father to Nightgleam, the she-dragon blew smoke at him, dirtying his robes. 

“I’m told that means she’s fond of you!” Vaemyra chuckled.

When the time came for Tristan to depart for Duskendale, he and his daughter exchanged bittersweet farewells.

“You will return in time for the tourney, will you not? The Queen has invited the whole of our house,” Vaemyra said as she embraced her father.

“Of course! The Dun Fort is not far from here. And I’d wager your cousins will be eager to take part in the Bowmen’s Trial. Until then, My Love.”

With those final words, Vaemyra stood at the castle gates, watching as her father’s carriage pulled away. She felt more complete than before.

[ichooseviolence]

While I hate how much the show butchered Helaena's plot and character, I honestly hope she does mount Dreamfyre in the next episode. Let my girl wreck shit and say some cheesy garbage like "Dracarys is my middle name! 🔥🔥🖕🏻🖕🏻🔥🔥"

[bluemargotrobbie]

TARGARYEN & THEIR DRAGONS| DRACARYS 🔥🐲

Los dragones que hemos visto y sus respectivos jinetes

Drogon

Syrax

Caraxes

Vermax

Dreamfyre

Sunfyre

Vhagar

Meleys

[theridervhagar]

Ewan Mitchell saying "dracarys"! 🔥

[sapphire-writes]

It finally happened. I had a dream that Aemond, Aegon, and Jace were all hitting on me, and surprise surprise, Aemond won 😅 also they were all in a band. I think Down in Flames is occupying my mind now 😂 the one difference was that Aemond was more soft!Aemond lolololol

IM SCREAMING LMAO omg first of all love that for you I literally had a dream about Tom Glynn-Carney last night 🤭🫣

also such a compliment I'm honored that Down in Flames is infiltrating your dreams bestie 🫶🏻 😂

I love the chaotic band that is Dracarys 🙌🏻 🔥

[unodostress-tocalapared]

Dracarys 🔥

[spiritofdragonfire]

This gorgeous new character sheet of my HOTD DracARys dragon, Thunderbolt, was made by IG artist @furiousnovax

Thank you so much Katherine for this beautiful artwork of my beloved Storm Shadow! The attention to his unique details and markings are nothing short of phenomenal! 🤩👍🏻🔥🐲🌩⚡️

[fantasies-fairytales-n-fics]

DRACARYS!!!!!🔥🔥🔥🔥