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What the fuck kind of drugs is r/asoiaf on???
“No one ever looked for a girl,” he said. “It was a prince that was promised, not a princess. Rhaegar, I thought … the smoke was from the fire that devoured Summerhall on the day of his birth, the salt from the tears shed for those who died. He shared my belief when he was young, but later he became persuaded that it was his own son who fulfilled the prophecy, for a comet had been seen above King’s Landing on the night Aegon was conceived, and Rhaegar was certain the bleeding star had to be a comet. What fools we were, who thought ourselves so wise! The error crept in from the translation. Dragons are neither male nor female, Barth saw the truth of that, but now one and now the other, as changeable as flame. The language misled us all for a thousand years. Daenerys is the one, born amidst salt and smoke. The dragons prove it.” Just talking of her seemed to make him stronger. “I must go to her. I must. Would that I was even ten years younger.”
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“Tell them. The prophecy … my brother’s dream … Lady Melisandre has misread the signs. Stannis … Stannis has some of the dragon blood in him, yes. His brothers did as well. Rhaelle, Egg’s little girl, she was how they came by it … their father’s mother … she used to call me Uncle Maester when she was a little girl. I remembered that, so I allowed myself to hope … perhaps I wanted to … we all deceive ourselves, when we want to believe. Melisandre most of all, I think. The sword is wrong, she has to know that … light without heat … an empty glamor … the sword is wrong, and the false light can only lead us deeper into darkness, Sam. Daenerys is our hope. Tell them that, at the Citadel. Make them listen. They must send her a maester. Daenerys must be counseled, taught, protected.”
DAENERYS TARGARYEN AND THE WOMEN WHO PHYSICALLY RESEMBLE HER
Ashara Dayne: Even after all these years, Ser Barristan could still recall Ashara’s smile, the sound of her laughter. He had only to close his eyes to see her, with her long dark hair tumbling about her shoulders and those haunting purple eyes. Daenerys has the same eyes. Sometimes when the queen looked at him, he felt as if he were looking at Ashara’s daughter … (ADWD The Kingbreaker)
[Ashara Dayne’s appearance] almost certainly is a reference to Elizabeth Taylor. Years back I had asked George about the violet eyes of the Daynes and whether they were related to the Targaryens. His response was that so far as he knew, they had no Targaryen blood… and then he pointed out that there are people with violet eyes in the real world, and he specifically pointed out Elizabeth Taylor as an example. (Elio Garcia)
Naerys Targaryen: The sister of King Aegon the Unworthy and Prince Aemon the Dragonknight was beautiful as well, but hers was a very fine and delicate beauty, almost unworldy. She was a wisp of a woman, smaller even than Dany (to whom she bears a certain resemblance), very slender, with big purple eyes and fine, pale, porcelain skin, near translucent. Naerys had none of Dany’s strength, however. (So Spake Martin)
Lynesse Hightower: “What did she look like, your Lady Lynesse?” Ser Jorah smiled sadly. “Why, she looked a bit like you, Daenerys.” (ACOK Daenerys I)
viktoriya novikova as daenerys targaryen || elizabeth taylor as ashara dayne || mia farrow as naerys targaryen || tamzin merchant as lynesse hightower
CANON DAENERYS CHALLENGE → Humorous moments
The slippers the Butcher King had sent her had grown too uncomfortable. Dany kicked them off and sat with one foot tucked beneath her and the other swinging back and forth. It was not a very regal pose, but she was tired of being regal. The crown had given her a headache, and her buttocks had gone to sleep.
“Ser Barristan,” she called, “I know what quality a king needs most.”
“Courage, Your Grace?”
“Cheeks like iron. All I do is sit.”
— A Dance With Dragons, Daenerys I
Daenerys Targaryen and Blue
Title: Hearts of Fire
Daenerys Targeryen x reader X khal drogo(slightly)
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The air was thick with the scent of blood and incense as the Dothraki gathered in the sacred tent, their voices rising in a cacophony of anticipation. At the center of it all stood Daenerys Targaryen, silver hair cascading over her shoulders, her violet eyes set with steely determination. Beside her, you stood just as resolute, your fingers intertwined with hers as you both faced the daunting task ahead. This was a ritual meant to prove strength, resilience, and the power of life growing within Daenerys. But the Khaleesi was not alone, for you had bound your fate to hers long before the Dothraki had ever known either of your names.
When Khal Drogo had chosen Daenerys as his Khaleesi, you had been a part of the bargain, an unconventional condition that neither he nor his people had expected. The blood of the dragon burned hot in both of your veins, and your love for each other was as fierce as the flames that had birthed you. Drogo had seen the fire in your eyes, the unwavering loyalty you held for Daenerys, and had accepted the challenge of marrying not just a dragon, but two.
Now, the Dosh Khaleen—the ancient crones who led the ceremony—looked on with a mix of curiosity and skepticism. No other Khaleesi had ever brought her heart-bound to this ritual. But this was not just any Khaleesi, and you were not just any woman.
As the crones brought forth the raw, bleeding heart of the stallion, the murmurs of the Dothraki quieted. The heart was massive, still warm, and the scent of fresh blood filled your nostrils. It was a symbol of the life growing within Daenerys, the life of the stallion who would mount the world. But for you, it was also a symbol of the bond you shared with her, the unbreakable connection that had brought you both to this moment.
Daenerys took a deep breath, her grip on your hand tightening as she stepped forward. You could feel her fear, her determination, and you gave her a reassuring squeeze in return.
"We do this together," you whispered, your voice steady despite the nerves fluttering in your stomach.
She nodded, her eyes never leaving yours. "Together," she repeated, her voice a vow as strong as any oath.
The Dosh Khaleen began their chant, an ancient and haunting melody that echoed through the tent. Daenerys raised the heart to her lips, taking the first bite with a grimace that she quickly hid. The taste was foul, the texture tough and chewy, but she forced herself to chew and swallow, her eyes flicking to you for strength. You stepped closer, your free hand brushing a strand of her hair away from her face as she continued to eat, each bite a struggle.
When the time came for you to join her, you did so without hesitation. The Dothraki watched with bated breath as you bit into the heart, the taste just as revolting as you had imagined. But you didn't falter. The blood of the dragon did not yield. You would not falter.
The ritual was gruesome, the task daunting, but together, you and Daenerys persevered. Bite after bite, the heart began to disappear, the blood staining both your lips and hers, a symbol of the shared strength and love that had brought you to this point.
As the heart was finally consumed, a hush fell over the tent. Daenerys swayed on her feet, but you were there to steady her, your arms wrapping around her waist as she leaned into you, exhausted but victorious. The Dothraki began to chant her name, their voices rising in a roar of approval. The stallion who mounts the world had been proven, and the Khaleesi had shown her strength. But as you held her close, you knew that the real victory was not just hers, but yours as well.
Khal Drogo stepped forward, his dark eyes locking onto yours and Daenerys's. There was a fierce pride in his gaze, a recognition of the bond you both shared. He placed a hand on Daenerys's shoulder, then on yours, a silent acknowledgment of the strength you both possessed.
"You are both my Khaleesi," he declared in his deep, resonant voice, the words carrying a weight that the Dothraki understood. It was unprecedented, a union of three, bound not just by tradition but by love, respect, and fire.
As the ceremony came to an end, the Dothraki began to disperse, their excitement turning to celebration. You and Daenerys remained in the tent, the tension of the ritual finally giving way to relief. She turned to you, her violet eyes softening as she reached up to cup your face, her thumb brushing away a smear of blood on your cheek.
"You were incredible," she whispered, her voice full of emotion. "I couldn't have done this without you."
You smiled, leaning into her touch, your heart swelling with love. "Neither could I, my love."
The two of you stood there for a moment, lost in each other, the world outside forgotten. In that instant, it didn't matter that you were in a foreign land, surrounded by people who still didn't fully understand your bond. All that mattered was that you had each other, that you were stronger together than apart.
As the sounds of celebration grew louder outside, you and Daenerys shared a kiss, the taste of blood still lingering on your lips, a reminder of the ritual you had just endured. It was a kiss filled with promise, with the fire of dragons, and with the knowledge that no matter what challenges lay ahead, you would face them side by side.
Together, you would conquer, you would rule, and you would love, bound by fire and blood, forever.
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Whenever I feel sad I remember how awkwardly the Greyjoy’s stood when they met Dany in 6x09 like no one ever taught them how to interact with other humans and then I get sad again because I remember that their father was Balon Greyjoy and no he probably never did
For my newest and worst asoiaf take, I propose grrm ends the books with everyone being sent to the Wall for indefinite detention by the Iron Bank, and living out the rest of their days as a Office-like sitcom, including(and I won’t explain this you’ll just have to understand) Dany as Micheal, Jon as Jim, Stannis as Toby, Arya as Dwight, Cersei as Angela, and--
Yes, ok fine -- Daenerys was not evil. We know that, we accept that. But nothing makes me want to slam my head onto a table more then when people say “ Dany is the most kindhearted, pure, good woman ever. She has never done a bad thing ever omg.” Because she DEFINITELY is not. No character in the asoiaf series is purely good or bad -- Not Ned, not Sansa, not even Ramsay fucking Bolton are purely good nor bad people. Dismissing a characters flaws because you want to idealize them will more often then not take away the most fascinating parts of their character.
Who has the best POV in the first 2 books and why is it Dany. I read those chappies and am instantly like hhhrrrgnnn invested
honestly i think sansa should be the one to burn down kl and i think dany should hold her hand while she does it 👉👈
You know what I DO think that Dany should go berserk and mad but instead of burning KL she’ll just burn all the people who genuinely believe that batshit theory about her going insane
fuck you daensa is canon look the series is even called “a song of ice and fire” go to hell
wait why the fuck did germ say there are no gay narraters in the books both dany and cersei literally both-- oh. nvrmind.
Found this under a post titled “POV you’re a radical leftist freedom fighter that the narrative has chosen to turn into a terrorist so the protagonist can learn the horrors of radicalism and choose moderate reform instead” w pictures of various characters from shows/movies. just. wanted to share. because jfc what the fuck.
saw somebody refer to daenerys targeryan as a milf today
me trying to figure out how to make a joke every time someone mentions “lemons” in a daensa post
y’all ever just want to see some girls be happy?
the fact that so many people unironically ship dany with drogo as like, a ROMANTIC pairing is so baffling to me. like. how. how to you justify this.
bran and dany friendship >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> literally most any daenerys ship