#i adore aemond targaryen

[scarluxia]

Opinion: People don't need to be "good" in order to deserve basic human compassion.

Treating people poorly because they're "bad" can actually lead to even more destructive behavior, coupled with poor coping mechanisms that may prove fatal. That's not my background in abnormal psychology studies talking. That's me, the person behind the screen. I've always tended towards, for example, Slytherin House, Team Valor, the factions with the bad reputations... not to be cool or edgy, but because I know what it's like to be ostracized and unwanted. I know many of you will relate to me on this, and it brings me comfort to know I'm no longer alone. I grew up with a few different disabilities and disorders. I was bullied in school and, whenever I retaliated, I was the one punished for bad behavior. I was suspended and expelled from so many schools, for what I saw as "trying to stand up for myself when no-one else would." My family was... critical, to put it kindly. I was a straight-A student for most of my academic career. 100%, A+, got me praise and affection. Anything less, even 98%, was met with disappointment and "What did you do wrong?" I was a dutiful student and I was embarrassingly obedient as a child, at least until it came to not retaliating. I was labelled a problem child because I had a TEMPER. Actually, what I had was an undiagnosed personality disorder that no-one knew how to name or treat back then. So they punished me for it. I became the type of person who was afraid to get attached to anyone. When I did have a friend-- usually just the one, maybe two if I was really lucky-- I was extraordinarily jealous and protective of our time together. Those friendships didn't tend to last long as a result, so I went through life feeling abandoned, because I was too young to really comprehend what I was doing wrong. I could have easily become just as evil as any villain you see in books, movies, or TV. Actually, in my mid-teens, some would argue that I was, and I wouldn't disagree. I remember trying to invite classmates to my 16th birthday party; the teachers told them not to come, and the parents threatened to call the police. When I was 19, I got back in contact with someone I'd hurt. I apologized and explained to them how karma had gotten me back. This person has the most amazing, loving heart of anyone I've ever met. She forgave me, sat patiently with me (both online and in person) through many outbursts and meltdowns, helped me process relationships where others were causing more damage to me and my personality. Without the compassion and kindness she showed me, I could have spiralled and been an even worse person than I'd been before. In my life, I've been abused and taken advantage of in every possible way. I could have easily succumbed to misanthropic nihilism, and for a time, I did. When my friend dropped contact with me in our mid-teens, she made it clear that I was actually the worst. After a period of self-pity, followed by a period of self-loathing, I noticed there were so many kind, pure, loving people I would have loved to be friends with, but they didn't want anything to do with me because of my awful reputation. So after some time, I decided to try to become better. I wanted HER forgiveness, and the fact that she granted it several years later was just so extraordinary to me. It's what pulled me back from the brink. She's guided me towards becoming a better person bit by bit. I need people to understand that that is a PRIVILEGE I was granted. Not everybody has that kind of connection in their life. Not everyone HAS SOMEONE who can model healthy behavior or offer unconditional love. That is why I'm so quick to offer compassion and forgiveness towards villains. I'm analytical of their behavior and the *reasons* behind why they do what they do. I can be sympathetic and compassionate without CONDONING their actions, and that's a nuance that I feel is lost to a lot of people, if some of the fandom discussions I've been witnessing are any indication. Unfortunately, that also means I've gotten hurt a lot by continuing to give people the benefit of the doubt long after it became unhealthy and unreasonable to do so. After they'd already shown me their true colors. I try to see the best in people because someone saw the flickering possibility of good in me. And once someone betrays my trust, well... that's their mistake to make, I guess. I'm here to encourage empathy, not make threats right now. I was, due to a series of misfortunes and traumas inflicted on me, once a horrible person. Someone showed me persistent compassion and kindness, and I was careful not to throw it back in her face once I understood how valuable that kindness was. That's it, that's the point of this essay. My favorite characters are the people I most see myself in, whether old or new. Make of that what you will. And PLEASE, try to let people have opinions on THEIR favorite characters, factions, what-have-you, without making judgment calls about their personal morality. Don't be tacky 💚

[winterofherdiscontent]

. Fire and Ash

[ a new painting inspired by both the bookverse asoiaf + the hbo series house of the dragon ]

[garnsdotbackup]

aegon & aemond's dynamic

1. i gave you all, mumford & sons / 2. the plagues, ralph fiennes & amick byram / 3. the family jewels, marina / 4. two birds, regina spektor / 5. cain and abel, orazio riminaldi, c.17th / 6. moses 5:34 / 7. rule #4 - fish in a birdcage, fish in a birdcage

[kelleigh-say]

“We became one. Our lips, our legs, our thoughts, our hearts, were tangled.

Another drawing from the TALENTED Klyuris!

[sincerelyourswhistledown]

Quietly coming back to add to the silver haired-lilac eyed-Lucerys agenda.

Aemond and Lucerys are married off to each other to mend the family’s relationships. Both enter the marriage absolutely despising their situation, Aemond more so than Lucerys. (Because let’s be real, this was the same boy who maimed him) But right after the birth of their first child, the two manage to fall in love with each other. Aemond becomes extremely putty to those dark curls and soulful brown eyes. Now the most hilarious part of this is after every birth of their child, a portion of Lucerys’ hair turns silver and his eyes become lighter. By the birth of their sixth child, Lucerys’ hair is more silver than brown and his eyes are nearly the same shade as his mother’s. If you ask anyone, he looks like a carbon copy of the Queen Rhaenyra.

Everyone would have thought Aemond would be pleased, seeing as Lucerys was finally starting to look like an “actual” Targaryen but to their surprise his reaction is the exact opposite.

Cue Aemond running around in panic and threatening the maesters to treat his poor husband because his precious dark brown curls are losing their colour and so help him, he will burn Westeros to the ground if he can no longer gaze upon those big brown eyes of his.

[ewanmitchellfanatic]

Our kitty😭💚🫠👑

[maegalkarven]

In light of Alicole reveal, let me just say that I will absolutely LOSE my mind (in the best possible way) if the reason Daeron was sent to Oldtown is because he has brown hair.

[greeksorceress]

“my heart is in the sea”

jaehaera is four when her uncle tells her this. she’s hoisted up in his arms, resting atop his hip with her head lowered to his shoulder as they both gaze at the tumultuous waves. a storm is brewing in the horizon, she can already smell the rain. 

“my heart is in the sea. i lost it there, and i wish it was returned to me”

his voice is firm, but the way he holds her is gentle. 

there’s a far away look in her uncle’s eye when she looks up to observe him, and his hold tightens when she tries to wriggle her way out of the embrace to touch the crashing lines closer to them. 

he doesn’t even let her dip her toe in the water, as if he were afraid of the sea taking her, too. the adults talk in hushed voices about storms and shipbreaker bay and dragons, and she pictures uncle aemond as one of the pirates from the tales in mother’s books, with his ship sunk in the depth of the ocean and a chest full of gold and jewels lost to never be seen again. 

she’s four when she figures out uncle aemond’s heart must be his treasure.

they come back to the shore a couple more of times. sometimes, grandmother and maelor accompany them, but most of the time it’s just her uncle aemond and her. it used to be like this before too, when jaehaerys was still with them, when father was never around and mother’s mind was somewhere else. it’s been a while since jaehaerys vanished, and mother’s half presence turned to be none at all. 

they come to the shore, they get close enough to the water to feel the waves coming for them and never enough to get wet. uncle aemond only says that his heart is in the water when there’s nobody else around.

jaehaera is eight when she asks her grandmother about the treasure. it’s a fleeting memory, for it has been a long time since she forced herself to not think about any of them. and yet, there’s something about the heartbreaking stare of aemond one-eye targaryen that refuses to be forgotten.

so she tells grandmother about her uncle’s private words, and asks why he never came back from the river lands.

grandmother smiles in that watery, tight way that has become her very own sigil. she’s not dressed in one of those horrendous, constricting green gowns that jaehaera despises so much. still, she looks suffocated as she kisses jaehaera’s forehead and mumbles, “he was returned to his treasure, dear child. he fell into the waters and found his heart again.”

jaehaera is ten and about to jump from the windowsill when she recalls her uncle’s face again, and his words, and his treasure. 

my heart is in the sea

aegon the younger had once talked about lucerys, about his distant memories from a childhood that seemed completely nonexistent now. “i can no longer remember his face well, the exact color of his eyes” he had mumbled, melancholic, “but he was like the sun. he was the heart of our home.”

she remembers her own fantasy at the time. the sea, and the sunken ship, and the chest of gold. now, all she can see is a storm, a dragon falling from the sky and brown hair. 

jaehaera looks at the spikes below and doesn’t feel fear. 

her heart is within death, for it has taken everything dear to her. the sooner she embraces it, the sooner she will find her own treasures back into her arms. 

she thinks of jaehaerys, of mother and father, of her favourite uncle aemond, of maelor. of aegon’s words about lucerys.

she jumps into the void and hopes to never be reborn.

[outlawssweetheart]

“I can fix them” this, “I like them, I wish they didn’t turn out to be a killer” that. 🙄

BORING! WEAK! You people are pussies! I love them exactly how they are! I wouldn’t change them AT ALL!

[m0thisonfire]

Have I seen a single episode of the House of Dragons yet? No. Am I going to pay for prime to watch it? Probably. Am I going to sob because my ADHD and autistic ass has to sit through an hour an episode to know what the hell is going on? Most definitely. Am I going to have an unhealthy obsession with Aemond Targaryen? Undoubtedly.

But it'll be worth it because I'm going to make the stupidest himbo OC ever created that's not Targaryen or Valyrian and then I'm going to make Aemond rethink every action and decision in his life that led him to falling in love with that stupid son of a bitch. And then I'm gonna kill him at the end.

[shortnotsweet]

quick, uncolored practice sketches based on how I’ve been visualizing Daeron in ñuhon by kokuhakutoasahi on ao3. I doubt this is actually accurate at all, and I’ve done like 20 different doodles of this guy’s face in my mind, but I think that he’d have a prominent nose and eyes that carry the sweet sadness you only see in gay European p0rn. This tweet by twitter user @ itadorimaid specifically got me rereading the latest chapters and going huh, best boy? Perhaps. ALSO that hug??? I am side-eying him v hard rn.

[hyperfixations-and-hecticness]

ah yum yum my final jacebaela crumbs to sustain me for the long winter (two years wait before The Tragedies that inevitably await within hours of television)

[that-sarcastic-writer]

Ewan has made me slowly grow fond of aemond even tho I hated him in s1, now I’m slowly on the he’s evil but misunderstood train and I don’t think I can go back. I love him now I fear

[b-rainlet]

I like incest in fiction but I don't know why I can't get behind daemyra?? I don't think it's the grooming thing because I like greencest (especially if it involves all of them) so it confuses me.

Maybe because I'm anti team black??

Out of all the characters on the show Daemon is the one I just. Absolutely can't stand. So I'm not a Daemyra shipper either.

But in my case I guess it's mostly because I don't vibe with the Fandom interpretation of Daemon? Like, before I started the show I saw people blog about it (and blog about Daemyra) and the vibes I got from these posts where Daemyra being kinda star-crossed lovers or something - and Daemon being a big feminist when in reality, I believe that Daemon and Viserys are the biggest contenders for casual misogynist on the show (and that's in competition to actual rapist Aegon so...truly saying something).

I think I could get behind incredibly toxic Daemyra if Daemon and Rhaenyra both were allowed to be flawed and selfish and privileged people but since Rhaenyra isn't allowed to be criticized within the show (#girlboss anyone?) and Daemon is reduced to malewife within Fandom, they simply don't interest me enough.

Maybe I'll start cheering for them once Daemon leaves Rhaenyra for...Nettles? Is that what happens? If think they'll crash and burn spectacularly and that's gonna entice me but otherwise? I'll stick with other Rhaenyra ships (for example Rhaenyra/Aegon and Rhaenicent of course) and just. Pretend Daemon does not exist.

[sincerelyourswhistledown]

Hurting myself with this but oh well.

The Dance of the Dragons ending with most of the Targaryens dead. Aemond is King and he marries Lucerys to keep House Targaryen going. However, by this point Aemond already has a bastard child with Alys. Lucerys gives him children but none of them could rival their older half sibling that their father dotes on so much. Nevermind that the child was a bastard, Aemond treats them like how Viserys treats Rhaenyra. Lucerys and Aemond’s children grow up neglected by their own father, with only Lucerys loving and protecting them.

Since the Greens do win in this, most of the Lords support Aemond’s favouritism since they don’t like Lucerys. Although they can’t do anything about the marriage, they can influence Aemond’s bastard into going against Lucerys and his brood.

Aemond’s bastard grows up hating Lucerys and his children, believing he should be the heir and not some weaklings born from a Black. His hatred grows even more when all of his half-siblings’ dragon eggs hatched and his doesn’t.

Don’t get me wrong, Aemond does love Lucerys and their children in his own emotionally constipated way but his grudge over his entire family dying in the war stops him from seeing the divide he’s created by choosing to recognise and favour his bastard child. (Viserys-coded)

Aemond only realises the mess he’s created once he’s sitting on the ground watching a wailing Lucerys cradling their dead children to his chest.

The bastard child is killed and Lords are burnt but it’s too late. Lucerys is inconsolable and House Targaryen is once again left in tatters by the same man who vowed to never be like his father.

[mercarimari]

This is a PSA for all of my House of the Dragon and ACOTAR girlies. 

But ummm... Nesta Archeron and Aemond Targaryen? Made for each other. 

I will not be taking criticisms. (I have to thank my friend Elle for writing them with me, and for listening to my 2 AM rambles about two characters that will literally never meet.)