𝑭𝑰𝑬𝑹𝒀 && 𝑩𝑶𝑳𝑫 / / 𝒃𝒂𝒆𝒍𝒂.

𝑨 𝑫𝑨𝑼𝑮𝑯𝑻𝑬𝑹, 𝑨 𝑫𝑹𝑨𝑮𝑶𝑵𝑹𝑰𝑫𝑬𝑹 . . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Baela Targaryen written for the #gotrp / #hotdrp verse.࿐ྂ

[𝑭𝑰𝑬𝑹𝒀 && 𝑩𝑶𝑳𝑫 / / 𝒃𝒂𝒆𝒍𝒂. @moonsdanced]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷
𝑩𝑨𝑬𝑳𝑨 𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑮𝑨𝑹𝒀𝑬𝑵.

a daughter, a sister, a beloved rider of moondancer. find grace in her wildfire; blazing without rhythm or reason.

#gotrp / #hotdrp / #mvrp ⋆·˚ ༘ *

[: ̗̀➛ 𝓣𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐇. @dovesate]

Don’t you understand? i can’t be tamed. I’d sooner break my body upon these rocks, to shatter my spine rather than to bend to you——to let you feel how holy my flames are. You are not worthy of my fever.

[elinda massey. @dutyborne]

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𝑯𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑴𝑨𝑰𝑫𝑬𝑵
𝑶𝑭 𝑹𝑯𝑨𝑬𝑵𝒀𝑹𝑨.ᐟ

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀.　　　　　　　　　　⠀⠀⠀✦ ⠀ ⠀　　　　　　　　　　　　　　⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀* ⠀⠀⠀.　　　　　　　　　　. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀✦⠀⠀⠀

#hotdrp ｡･:*˚:✧｡ #gotrp

[ᅟᅟ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎𝓈𝘩͟𝘦⎯⎯ ‎ ‎ ᵀᴴᴱ ‎ ‎ 𝓱𝐞𝐢𝐫͟𝐞͟𝐬𝐬﹐ @odetothefire]

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@dracotristis ⠀⠀•••⠀⠀ @MOONSRlDE ⠀⠀•••⠀⠀ @LADYTARGYN ⠀⠀•••⠀⠀ @darilarosziry ⠀⠀•••⠀⠀ @krajabra ⠀⠀•••⠀⠀ @theheirofthrone ⠀⠀•••⠀⠀ @tearsofoxaIate ⠀⠀•••⠀⠀ @moonsdanced
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[𝑭𝑰𝑬𝑹𝒀 && 𝑩𝑶𝑳𝑫 / / 𝒃𝒂𝒆𝒍𝒂. @moonsdanced]

@ the Greens.

[: ̗̀➛ 𝓣𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐇. @dovesate]

I don’t want your fucking sympathy——only you on your knees, obedient, no longer denying the truth that 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒓.

[‘ DEAR DREAMER OF FIRE. @dreamingfyre]

&& freedom she shan’t ever taste, among chains unbroken.

headcanon inspired helaena targaryen woven for the ‘house of the dragon’ verse. #hotdrp, #gotrp, #asoiafrp. more information below.

[𝑭𝑰𝑬𝑹𝒀 && 𝑩𝑶𝑳𝑫 / / 𝒃𝒂𝒆𝒍𝒂. @moonsdanced]

𝑰𝒇 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒂 𝒍𝒂𝒅𝒚—to weave thread into fabric, to learn to sew; she’d sooner stick a needle in the Green boys’ eyes.

She’d rather curl red && black thread in the ugly, dull irises of Aegon—as well as the one eye of Aemond. Rapture would be found in such joy.

[𝑭𝑰𝑬𝑹𝒀 && 𝑩𝑶𝑳𝑫 / / 𝒃𝒂𝒆𝒍𝒂. @moonsdanced]

/ On my knees for storylines. Mayhaps, my anxiety is less today… ✨

[𝑭𝑰𝑬𝑹𝒀 && 𝑩𝑶𝑳𝑫 / / 𝒃𝒂𝒆𝒍𝒂. @moonsdanced]

with pale silvers.

It is the visage of * 𝑨 𝑮𝑹𝑬𝑬𝑵 𝑼𝑺𝑼𝑹𝑷𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑪𝑼𝑵𝑻 && a younger brother with malice writ in a sharp jaw.

Rhaenyra is the queen of Baela’s heart—may death find a lover in the Greens’ belly, bloating a body with scuttling beasts of the earth.

[𝑭𝑰𝑬𝑹𝒀 && 𝑩𝑶𝑳𝑫 / / 𝒃𝒂𝒆𝒍𝒂. @moonsdanced]

𝑻𝑶 𝑩𝑬 𝑻𝑨𝑴𝑬𝑫, 𝑰𝑺 𝑻𝑶 𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑺𝑯; to wear silken dresses, to not have the freedom to 𝘳𝘪𝘱 && 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳 beauty—is another death entirely.

Life is only charming in 𝑳𝑰𝑩𝑬𝑹𝑻𝒀, in a heart free to bash the ribcage in adrenaline sought in the wilderness. +

[𝑭𝑰𝑬𝑹𝒀 && 𝑩𝑶𝑳𝑫 / / 𝒃𝒂𝒆𝒍𝒂. @moonsdanced]

Right here, 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒘, she feels most free in a battle raging within the stables. Her corpse shifts && moves, she is a force of gales for ruin. Her dress, red && carmine, is muddied as she pirouettes. Steel hunts, then cleaves through a painting with green swirling +

[𝓐𝐄𝐆𝐎𝐍 𝑇𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐄𝐍. “ @TOUSURP]

❨ AEGON TARGARYEN. ❩

❛ HIS 𝘞𝘙𝘈𝘛𝘏 BLINDS.
————𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 !

〘 tags: #mvrp, #asoiafrp, #hotdrp. 〙
https://t.co/ldxRwY0EKi

[‘ DEAR DREAMER OF FIRE. @dreamingfyre]

Dirt spreads from hands searching for life of the soil of the garden; it 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒔 beneath nails. Her porcelain face lifeless, she is a little doll without delight—red painted upon lips, red upon cheeks—blush of decay.

[𝑭𝑰𝑬𝑹𝒀 && 𝑩𝑶𝑳𝑫 / / 𝒃𝒂𝒆𝒍𝒂. @moonsdanced]

History will 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 her, as it knows of the moon’s decay with the sun ravaging the sea of the night. She will reach for 𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑺 && 𝑷𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑪𝑬𝑺 —to demand 𝓯𝓾𝓬𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 respect in the beloved wilderness gifted by a father, restless.

[H’s 💭 @itshelenwhat]

every monster has a nightmare

[𝑭𝑰𝑬𝑹𝒀 && 𝑩𝑶𝑳𝑫 / / 𝒃𝒂𝒆𝒍𝒂. @moonsdanced]

She does 𝒏͟𝒐͟𝒕͟ belong on a leash. Baela is hardly a creature to kneel, to sew her mouth shut to please a 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒏 of a king wearing disdain for the * ( 𝑻𝑹𝑼𝑬 𝑯𝑬𝑰𝑹 ).

She pities a green queen for knowing a womb full, to know bruised knees for a usurper.

[𝑭𝑰𝑬𝑹𝒀 && 𝑩𝑶𝑳𝑫 / / 𝒃𝒂𝒆𝒍𝒂. @moonsdanced]

Bruises 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒍𝒍 over dark flesh—discolored in wrecked 𝓉𝓇𝒾𝓊𝓂𝓅𝒽. Mind little of the newborn rumours singing of a knight bested by a 𝒍𝒂𝒅𝒚; a father’s feral tendencies has taken root in a daughter—a mirror of ruin.

[𝑭𝑰𝑬𝑹𝒀 && 𝑩𝑶𝑳𝑫 / / 𝒃𝒂𝒆𝒍𝒂. @moonsdanced]

Aegon.

[: ̗̀➛ 𝓣𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐇. @dovesate]

This famine, this starvation, i’ve found its cure. You are my weakness. Your flesh made for my maw——let me feast, let me feed this addiction to your blight. I like to choke on poison. It is sweet, sweeter than your hands around my throat.

[𝑭𝑰𝑬𝑹𝒀 && 𝑩𝑶𝑳𝑫 / / 𝒃𝒂𝒆𝒍𝒂. @moonsdanced]

Aegon && Aemond.

[: ̗̀➛ 𝓣𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐇. @dovesate]

I abhor you, i abhor the warmth of your dreaded breath upon my neck——i hate your melody of godhood. You will not be more than a rat, darling.

[𝑭𝑰𝑬𝑹𝒀 && 𝑩𝑶𝑳𝑫 / / 𝒃𝒂𝒆𝒍𝒂. @moonsdanced]

❝𝑰𝑵 𝑹𝑨𝑮𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑹𝑼𝑰𝑵,❞ Baela murmurs, gaze unable to seek salvation of the Black’s 𝒔𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒆; the true heir wove in sorrow. Hands find hers, nevertheless, with the tremble of 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒚. ❝In fire && blood.❞

[𝑭𝑰𝑬𝑹𝒀 && 𝑩𝑶𝑳𝑫 / / 𝒃𝒂𝒆𝒍𝒂. @moonsdanced]

Green 𝒕𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒔, a scaly head rising from
The ground; a feast of carnage of a little lamb && Baela must run a palm across the flesh of a 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅 beast. She hums in song in ancient tongues, clever muscle thrumming with a melody.

[𝑭𝑰𝑬𝑹𝒀 && 𝑩𝑶𝑳𝑫 / / 𝒃𝒂𝒆𝒍𝒂. @moonsdanced]

@daezkipagiros / Thank you for the kind words. 💕💞

It’s just super frustrating.

[𝑭𝑰𝑬𝑹𝒀 && 𝑩𝑶𝑳𝑫 / / 𝒃𝒂𝒆𝒍𝒂. @moonsdanced]

/ I’m in a bad way in regards to my health. Chemo pills are no joke. I would love to write but that’s been a kicker to deal with. It’s a strange space I’m stuck in. It’s almost 3am and I’m too nauseous to spill creativity when I would love to. I know I owe a Rhaenyra a reply.