#muse: helaena targaryen
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𝐈𝐓 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐒 𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐅 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐗𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍. the shock has worn off giving way to realization, to suppressed feelings for the sake of getting her daughter to safety. her last remaining child. even as the queen stands in her children's room, still clad in the very nightgown worn that night & holding onto a blanket of jaehaerys's not covered in blood, the events roll in her mind endlessly. every step, every word, every choice & helaena knows she can't forgive herself for it. you didn't have a choice, some might say to her to quell her internal ill feeling but that isn't true. she told them to take her, kill her, & they should've. ( oblivion would be better than this. knowing her son was alive would be enough even if it meant she was gone. what does she do now ? how can she ever move on from this ? ) ears hear the sound of footfall, helaena not turning to look who has come. ❛ what is it ? ❜ asked in a tired tone, hours of disuse have made her throat hurt.
[ * @ghoulyard liked for a s2 ep2 starter ! > helaena targaryen to alicent hightower. ]
#ghoulyard#muse: helaena targaryen#hotd spoilers#hotd spoilers //#child death mention //#child death mention tw#suicidal ideation //#suicidal ideation cw
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@dragynfire ASKED, "𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔 𝒐𝒏, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒈𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒕." 𝒂𝒆𝒈𝒐𝒏 @ 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒆𝒏𝒂
𝐈𝐓’𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐎𝐍’𝐒 𝐅𝐔𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃. three days since his service in this sept , three days since his body turned to ash. three days has the grieving mother lain on the floor of his bedroom, cradling a stuffed toy she had made him as a newborn. day && night guards stand outside the door , draping a blanket over the queen at night , allowing visitors in && out trying to pull her from this state of hysteria , delirium , unbridled pain ! ( she hardly sleeps , she refuses food. she hasn’t changed out of her cloths , the black both 𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓵 && ironic considering her half sister’s , to whom the order had come from , party dons such color. ) ; someone enters && helaena makes no move to remove herself from the floor to see who it was—only when voice rings out does she know it belongs to aegon. he speaks && a sense of anger arises inside of her like she’d never felt able to feel toward him. how did he expect her to be ? ❝ how do you expect me to be , then ? ❞ asked as if searching for an honest answer. palms finally press against cold stone to push her body into a sitting position , legs tucked close to her chest && the stuffed toy still held within hand. eyes examine it, 𝚁𝙴𝙼𝙴𝙼𝙱𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶 , && even now helaena can’t look at him. ❝ jaehaerys is dead , aegon. ❞ tone unbelievable saddened , melancholic. ❝ i was made to choose between my children && i- . . i held him in my arms . . ❞ crying , screaming.
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pov: you're in my modern hotd universe and you just opened your tumblr dash
based on viral textposts- part two!
#ngl i'd check on aegonthegirldad's posts every day#he is my muse. he is my chronically online king#lucerys is the popular blog who is just so done with answering asks#aemond logs in like once a day to be grouchy then dips#incorrect hotd#hotd#modern hotd au [@fantasylandblues]#modern lucemond au [@fantasylandblues]#hotd meme#hotd memes#hotd fanfic#modern hotd#house of the dragon#hotd modern au#lucerys velaryon#aemond targaryen#rhaena targaryen#baela targaryen#jacaerys velaryon#aegon ii targaryen#helaena targaryen
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𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐄𝐍𝐀 𝐃𝐈𝐃𝐍'𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. too many eyes, the pressure of needing to perform for those around you. the touching, the noise of a large gathering. all of it oft proved too much for her to where afterward she needed time alone . . time to sit in silence, away from people & the noise. to read, to stitch, or sleep to recharge herself. her mother, her family, never seemed to understand her & why her alone time was necessary. which is why when cregan asked her if she wanted everyone to leave, to go with him for fresh air, violet eyes widened in surprise at the understanding. at the care to ask. it's what made her nod her head silently, having resigned herself to being mostly nonverbal thirty minutes into the gathering, & for her hand to gently hold onto his sleeve to be escorted outside.
@sevynhells said, " DO YOU WANT ME TO MAKE THE OTHERS LEAVE? OR WE COULD GO, GET SOME FRESH AIR. "
once the cold, frosted northern air hits her cheeks the princess is able to sigh. to let go of the tension held in her shoulders. standing on the battlements of the castle overlooking white snow, head turns toward cregan: ❛ thank you, my lord, ❜ voice is quiet, gentle, her guard lingering in the background. ❛ i tend to get . . overwhelmed easily at large gatherings. too many people, too much noise. ❜ she grins now. ❛ i appreciate your care in asking if i needed some air. it is beautiful up here, is it not ? ❜
#sevynhells#muse: helaena targaryen#hotd //#helaena: IM OVER STIMULATED. GET ME OUT OF HERE.#its so real of her to go non verbal 30 mins into a function
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@scndbrn ASKED, ❛ 𝒊 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅 . ❜ ( 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒆𝒏𝒂 ! )
𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐈𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐏 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑 she had on her embroidery hoop, head rising with furrowed brown to gaze at her brother. lips easily downturn, hands that were held up to see her work lower to rest against her lap. just in front of her, toward the fire to stave off the cold of night outside, her children mutter amongst themselves && play with an assortment of toys. aemond, on the other hand, sits in a chair just to the right && in front of helaena. his comment brings instant saddened to settle inside of her chest. while helaena can 𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓭 how that is true or , in the least , feels as it were true . . it also makes her feel slightly discredited as a sister. ( a sister who has always favoured him. a sister who has, in her own ways, shows aemond that he’s loved by her at the least. as a sister who tries . . . ) ; a pause happens between them: ❝ but, I love you. ❞ tone matches her expression, ❝ I’ve always tried to show you, tell you, that I do. has it not been enough, aemond ? ❞ now, brow arches slightly in her questioning. sharply, head lowers && hands continue their work carefully. a sigh passes lips, ❝ though, I suppose one persons love cannot be enough for a whole person. now when you are surrounded . . surrounded by those who should love you, but cannot or will not. “ in this, she gives aemond some of the benefit. ❝ father with his favorite, rhaenyra, && mother who . . tries, but is ever distant. ❞ voice lowers, head giving a slight shake as if warding off 𝚄𝙽𝙿𝙻𝙴𝙰𝚂𝙰𝙽𝚃 thoughts.
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𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐍, 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐄𝐍𝐀 𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅. it was entirely a possibility & one that’s happened to plenty of women when it was their time for birth. the one who comes to mind the most, perhaps, was the late queen aemma. how she hadn’t any trouble birthing their sister only to be sliced open when giving birth to prince baelon. what was worse was that their father chose the babe over her, that he hadn’t given her the option to deny what was done to her. it was scary, helaena felt, to know that her husband, her brother moreso, could have that kind of power over her, her body & what becomes of it. asking such a question was not meant to offend, but it had been pressing in the front of her mind for weeks ! she needed to know, needed to have an answer in case things went wrong & it did, indeed, become a reality she had to face.
eyes have turned away from @devilsnare, worried she wouldn’t be able to stomach the answer: yes. but, much to her relief he said he wouldn’t choose the babies over her. it lifted something from her shoulders, even made her reach out to take the hand hovering over her own.
their joined hands rest in the space between them on the couch, a silent assured squeeze before she answer. ❛ it is comforting to know you would not sentence me to certain death in such a way. ❜ still, she’ll worry until the babies are out of her body & into the world. gods, it was far too uncomfortable in every way—the princess loathed it entirely. violet eyes turn toward her brother, ❛ grandsire would make you choose & even though i know he cares for me—he would want the babies to live. ❜ for the sake of having an heir, given one of their children is a boy. helaena knows the workings, ambitions, of her grandsire. a small smile, another squeeze of his hand, ❛ i love you too, brother. ❜ she means it, ❛ i am . . sorry we don’t find occasion, as of late, to remind ourselves of it. aemond, too. we are, at times, all each other has. ❜
THE QUESTION HAD TAKEN THE PRINCE BY SURPRISE. Helaena had been an emotional wreck since the pregnancy first began, as she got closer and closer to delivery date it only worsened. Helaena was always fretting over something, so he hadn't paid much mind to it until she asked him, would you choose the baby over me ?
All at once the pieces fell into place. She was worried about not surviving the birth. it was sure to be a lot of her body. They were having twins. Twice the work. At first they had celebrated, two children from one copulation. It would be a while before they were pressured into bed together again. But that excitement had turned into fear without Aegon realizing.
Aegon reached out to touch her, but he stopped, his hand hovering above her shoulder. She didn't like to be touched but he had already committed to the movement. his hand lingered there for a moment before he pulled it away. ❝ Over the sister I've known her whole life ? ❞ he asked, struggling to understand how she could think he'd pick her over two strangers. What did she think of him ? That he was so quick to get rid of her ?
Their marriage was far from ideal but he'd never wish her harm. He and Aemond would down any one who hurt her. ❝ No. ❞ He moved closer to her. Again he tried to reach out, his hand placed in the air above hers. He waited for her to move away or remain still and let him approach. ❝ I know that I don't say it often, but I do love you, Helaena. ❞ Words they would never say if they weren't alone. ❝ I don't love you like a husband, but I am still your brother. ❞ He wouldn't let anything bad happen to her.
a semi plotted starter for ��@roseguided 's helaena targaryen
#devilsnare#muse: helaena targaryen#hotd //#incest mention //#incest mention cw#pregnancy mention //#pregnancy mention tw#pregnancy mention cw#q
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I can’t help but want to write a dissertation on the correlation of “Targaryen daughters are born to be wives of their brothers” and the lack of other ladies at court besides servants.
Ladies-in-waiting class of woman served such a fun purpose in most courts, all over the IRL world. And it seems like HOTD does not have this custom. Which is another extremely isolating thing.
(Sure, it could simply because not wanting to pay additional actors/costumes but let’s ignore that LOLL)
Not wanting to surround your daughters/wives with other woman who are not bred to marry their siblings seems…intentional and fascinating.
#house of the dragon#game of thrones#hotd critical#alicent hightower#rhaenyra targeryan#helaena targaryen#writing#just musing
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@eyeofvengeance requested a starter from Helaena
SOMETIMES, THERE IS A SEMBLANCE OF FAMILY. It is not just politics, something blooming on the horizon. Hand turns loom; spool of green, spool of black, dragons of flesh, weaving dragons of thread. Aegon has not been found, probably off galavanting as always, but there is comfort here with Aemond in her chambers. Helaena sits with Maelor in her lap, bouncing him on her leg as the twins play in front of her. She studies Aemond intently, how he sits with them as they play, their toys clasped between tiny fingers and soaring through the air like dragons.
"I may be fooled into believing you enjoy this more than sparring in the training yard," she jests quietly with the ghost of a smile.
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It's funny to me the lack of relationship between Rhaenyra and her siblings.
If my parents ever remarried and had a child I would still love my new sibling as I love my own brother, no matter if I would be angry at my father or my mother (or my new stepfather/stepmother), that new little thing is still my blood, therefore part of me too.
It saddens me the lack of relationships between Alicent children's and the rest of their family. They were disregarded and excluded altogether because of petty stuff - my own family has issues and feud and we still love the children's no matter what happened, even when we're not in good terms - they decided to do it because of the ambitions of one guy and the blindness of the other. I even bet Alicent would be so chill had the family of her husband accepted her and at least regarded her children with the respect they deserve, not with side eyes and open ignorance.
#the greens#pro team green#aegon ii targaryen#aemond targaryen#helaena targaryen#alicent hightower#musings#potential can be found in the trash
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Incorrect quotes: Helaena feat. Aemond. Inspired by this iconic moment in pop culture history. This is the post that gets me canceled, isn't it?
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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐍 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐒 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐍, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐘 agreeing with her as helaena takes a moment to herself in the keeps gardens. sat on a blanket, shades slightly by an overcrop of seasonal spring flowers behind her. sprawled out before her a small array of foods & a few books that had been given to her as a gift. inside of them various detailed drawings & information of some dornish bugs she had never heard of--mind enthralled to learn more about a topic that has always interested her. head lifts, violet eyes settling on someone she's surprised to see about the keep: ❛ daenerys ! ❜ princess calls with a wave of her hand, with a smile on her lips. it wasn't often helaena got to see her half-siblings. approching, hel's hands take the others as bare feet press into dewy grass. ❛ i hadn't heard of your visit. it's so nice to see you. ❜
[ * @daecaerys liked for a starter ! > helaena targaryen to daenerys targaryen ]
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@tyvell ASKED, ' 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕. 𝒅𝒊𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕? ' 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒆𝒏𝒂
𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐃𝐄, 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐄 holder with slightly shaky hands. helaena has always scared easy no matter what was going on—a harmless prank , some sort of creature in her chambers, or something more serious. it’s not that she isn’t brave, but more so that she fear the unknown more than anything else ! once whatever is frightening her is in sight, her mind deciding she can handle or deal with it, then her anxiety seems to lessen. however, tonight one hand holds the candle, one of their only sources of light, while the other holds 𝙵𝙸𝚁𝙼𝙻𝚈 on margaery’s arm for both emotional && physical support. ; words prompt a spike in heart rate, head of white hair giving a quick shake. ❝ no , no ! what was it, what did you hear ?! ❞ voice is hushed whisper, eyes glancing around darkness of the hallway so late at night. a sharp breath inward, ❝ if this is some-some joke, my lady, I do not appreciate it one bit ! “ then suddenly, another little squeak is heard && the intruder in question, a harmless little kitchen noise, scurries along their feet. helaena makes brief eye contact with it before giving a 𝓼𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓽, candle holder dropped by the flame not extinguished, && runs forward a few paces. body seems to hop a little in place, hands shaking themselves out, as the sensation of prickles on her body make her skin crawl ! ❝ a mouse, a mouse ! seven hells ! ❞ hands place themselves in waist to smooth hands against it, a breath pushed out heavily. ❝ I’m usually not afraid of those things, considering my love for bugs, but . . ❞
#tyvell#muse: helaena targaryen#dont do that to her marg ://#she scares easy#this was kinda wholesome and cute#hotd //#hotd tw#q
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@dragcndreamfyre -- aemond & helaena.
aemond was no threat to helaena. not truly, regardless of what anyone thought. he cared for her; he had been closer to her than any of their other siblings -- especially when they were children. "sister," he says, "i wish i could have prevented what happened to your son. it was meant to be me, not an innocent child."
#( * muse interactions: aemond targaryen. )#( * aemond targaryen ; helaena targaryen. )#dragcndreamfyre
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Does anyone else out there want to write today, but…aren’t lol
Hit me up, we can cheer each other on together and chat about what we’re working on because writing can be lonely
#hotd fanfic#PLEASE I HAVE MUSE ITS JUST EASY TO NOT WRITE#hit me up here or on discord - radicaledmund#just let me know so I don’t miss it lol#house of the dragon#aemond targaryen#aemond targaryen fanfic#house of the dragon fanfic#aemond one eye#writing#aemond targaryen x oc#autistic helaena#helaena the dreamer#helaena targaryen fanfiction
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𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐄𝐍𝐀 𝐓𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐘, when she felt at ease. though, has she ever fully ? her entire life has been spent in some state of discomfort to which she had grown accustomed to. be it the noise, the feeling of her cloths on her skin, or the loss of those around her. one thing after another, something else for her brain to shut away. to make her numb toward in this seemingly perpetual state of grief--even the joy, comfort, of her remaining child's presence has been taken from her. ( helaena is alone. like she was when her son was killed, like she was during her grief for all of them. alone, has she always been alone ? reaching out for her mothers arms, for anyone to understand her better than what they have. to believe her when she spoke. )
body is sat on the floor before tiny cages of crickets, the flood of inky black fabric spreading outward around her. helaena refuses to wear green. . . the color reminds her of loss, of sickness, of a war. head only turns when @balisongz speaks to her.
as he sits, the lord hands presence not uncomfortable to her, helaena turns her head silently with downturned eyes to acknowledge him with a nod. as the crickets are asked about, hand raises to poke at a wooden cage: ❛ quiet, ❜ she speaks, tone strained from disuse. it was almost a miracle to get a sentence out of her these days. ❛ they've stopped singing. all of them. i wish i could . . understand why. ❜
The journey south has been a long one, each battle hard. Was it worth it in the end ? With neither ruler alive ? The young prince Aegon, a child of ten and one, would soon be named king. The pin signifying the lord as Hand of King sits above his heart. Heavy is the metal. Like a curse. Every decision he makes will be written down in the histories. It will ripple out affecting generations of men and women. He supposes that it's always been like that. But it felt different but in the North. Here in King's Landing, he can see the effects of war. He saw it his whole march down. And he sees it so clearly in the Queen.
❝ Your Grace, ❞ Cregan greets Helaena as does nearly everyday, with a rough voice but a warm smile. Grief. Madness. Some say she has always been this way. The pair only year apart in age. He can't help but feel for her. Especially when his eyes wander over to her children who aren't much older than his own. Death looms over them both. ❝ How are the crickets today ? ❞ He thinks it'll be easier if he asks about the bugs instead of her. It's easier to talk of wolves and insects than politics and loss. He takes a seat close to her, but still a respectful distance away.
a STARTER for 𝙷𝙴𝙻𝙰𝙴𝙽𝙰 𝚃𝙰𝚁𝙶𝙰𝚁𝚈𝙴𝙽 / @roseguided
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@poweresides sent: “No, it’s bad, but I’m. Like. I’m fine. Just give me like, ten minutes.” ( aemond for Helaena )
IT IS NOT OFTEN SHE FINDS HIM LIKE THIS, the last time being when they were young children. Every muscle in his body looks tense, lurched over as he sits. He remained unmoving until her presences in his chambers broke whatever it was he was in. Does he do this in private and she finally caught him now? Her feet carry her although her mind is clouded with thoughts about how to carry on next. Her body screams its own intuition, coming to sit down beside him and look him over for just a moment. It’s like she can feel it all, every ounce of stress and uncertainty. Fingers twitch before a small hand comes to rest on the large expanse between his shoulder blades, running it in the smallest circle.
“What happened?”
Dissociation Starters
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