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I remember I would stroke your hair, you turned and told me you had no other cares
Portrait of a young Catelyn Tully :D
Nettles isn’t just about her connection to Daemon and Rhaenyra.
Nettles isn’t irrelevant she challenges one of the biggest assumptions in Fire & Blood: the idea that dragonriding is an exclusive Targaryen.
People really act like Nettles just showed up claimed a dragon and then did absolutely nothing. Meanwhile this girl spent a huge chunk of the Dance actively campaigning, flying patrols, fought during the battle of the Gullet taking part in military operations hunting Aemond with Daemon in the riverlands for months.
She bond with a wild dragon through patience and intelligence. Instead of approaching Sheepstealer the way a targ prince might she studies him and learns what he wants. She brings him sheep every day until he gradually accepts her presence. It’s one of the most grounded and practical dragon-taming stories in the entire franchise.
Maybe Just like zoo guardians do with wild animals gaining their trust with food?
Nettles’ role complicates many things. Whether she’s a dragonseed or not, her presence in the story forces/pushes us to question the Targaryen-dragon bond really is and what its limits are. If the bond was shaped, engineered, or selectively cultivated over centuries by the Valyrians, can it still be called purely natural? After all, many traits we think of as natural today originated from ancient mutations.
Lactose tolerance for example spread because of mutations that proved advantageous in certain populations. Blue eyes, also trace back to a genetic mutation that appeared thousands of years ago in a single ancestor. They’re natural now, but they still began as specific biological changes.
The same logic could apply to dragonriding. Even if the ability originated through blood magic, magical experimentation, selective breeding, or some ancient Valyrian process, centuries later it might function as an inherited trait. That doesn’t necessarily make Targaryen claims of exclusivity true it just means the origin and the current reality aren’t necessarily the same thing.
So Nettles forces readers to ask questions that the Targaryens themselves don’t want asked. Is dragonriding truly exclusive? Are dragons responding to blood alone? Or have the Targaryens mistaken a tendency for an absolute rule? Nettles doesn’t destroy the theory of dragon blood but as i said she complicates it and sometimes a single exception is enough to make an entire ideology look a lot less certain than its supporters claim.
Rhaenyra calling Nettles “common,” insisting that she has “no drop of dragon’s blood,” and using “spells” she treat her once she is suspected of a sexual relationship with Daemon. This is a clear example of racialized hypersexualization combined with accusations of witchcraft, both of which have deep roots in real-world misogynoir the specific targeting of Black women through intersecting racism and sexism.
Why other dragonseeds are also lowborn, but they are not treated with blood purity language and witchcraft?
Addam was legitimized and recognized. Even after rhaenyra turned against him she still calls him “Ser Addam.” He is ordered arrested, not immediately executed. Hugh and Ulf were knighted and granted lands, the (white) dragonseeds were offered advancement because their ability to ride dragons was politically useful.
Nettles never receives comparable recognition. There is no discussion of legitimizing her, granting her land, arranging a noble marriage, or giving her a noble title. Instead, once suspicion falls on her, the language used against her emphasizes that she has “no drop of dragon’s blood” and must have relied on “sorcery”
This is why Rhaenyra treated her like shit, feared her and attempted to commit racialized femicide.
Rhaenyra's hatred for Nettles isn't just about betrayal or jealousy it's deeper and more personal than her suspicion of Addam and Alyn after the Two Betrayers. She struggles to justify it, theres an internal conflict. Her reaction reads as fear/anxiety of an outsider “isn’t one of us” (meaning pale-skinned westerosi with Andal-Valyrian blood) getting access to power that’s been treated as exclusive to Targaryens like bonding a dragon but also having Daemon’s protection.
Any powerful systems built on exclusivity tend to react badly when someone appears who blurs the line between insider and outsider. Aristocracies panicked when commoners gained access to privileges that were supposed to belong only to nobles. Slave societies feared enslaved people who became educated or politically influential because they challenged the idea that status and ability were naturally linked.
The threat isn’t always what the person does sometimes it’s what they "represent." Nettles represents the possibility that the walls around Targaryen power aren’t as solid as everyone assumed. If a lowborn brown girl can ride a dragon, then maybe - just maybe - dragonriding isn’t as exclusive as the ruling dynasty claims. Maybe the distinction between "dragonlords" and everyone else is less absolute than the mythology suggests.
And because systems built on blood and exclusivity depend on clear boundaries. They need a clear “us” and “them.” Nettles exists right on that boundary, and her very existence raises uncomfortable questions.
So you decided to remove the only black character because infidelity and cheating is unnecessary but sexually humiliating alicent is necessary?
Queen Betha Blackwood
Hi there! We’re so back for the last row of my Seven Kingdom’s Queens serie!
Today is day twenty-one, I present you, Queen Betha Blackwood, wife of Eggon IV, mother of Princes Duncan, Jaehaerys and Daeron, and of Princesses Shaera and Rhaelle.
I tried with this serie of portraits to create a real evolution into the Westerosi fashion. You can see that this dress was largely based on dress wore during the 17th century in Europe. It’s far from the first drawings who are more based on late Middle Age fashion. I rarely see ASOIAF art go after the Elizabethan era so i thought it would be very cool to explore different eras. I like that design very much, she’s gorgeous✨
Enjoy (;
Can’t get over the Stark boys and their puppydog eyes
Jeyne Poole, lady bolton.
"He’s gorgeous, isn’t he?” - Hermione, with Crookshanks
when im trying to stop hearing the jon sansa voices and read a nice catelyn chapter but the greatjon has to say some bullshit about starks marrying targaryens
cersei forcing sansa to prove her loyalty to the lannisters by writing a letter that incriminates her (innocent) father vs ormund forcing daeron to prove his loyalty to the hightowers by executing an innocent man. manipulating them into obeying by accusing sansa of having the “traitor’s blood” vs daeron of having a “taint” in his blood that can only be cured by doing as they’re told. sansa insisting that she’s “good” vs ormund assuring daeron that he’s a “good boy” (so long as he obeys). cersei having lady killed vs ormund chaining up tessarion because they view them as dangerous beasts who also keep sansa and ormund connected to the rest of their family. isolating them from their loved ones to make them easier to control while pretending to play a parental role. SICK!
@bloodravyn excellent point !!!
hope elriel fuck while she’s still mated to lulu. raw. 🤓✌🏻
akotsk will always be goated for understanding that the targs are ‘incestuous aliens’ as opposed to whatever the fuck hotd is doing trying to venerate them
Hide and Seek
The nursery was dark, save for the wedge of light from the hallway, and Harry Potter was having opinions about bedtime.
"Come on, little man," James whispered, swaying on his feet, his glasses askew. "Mummy's been up with you three times already. Give your old man a break, yeah?"
Harry gurgled, then screamed, tiny fists clenched in fury.
James tried singing. He tried the mobile. He tried a warming charm on the milk Lily had left in the fridge. Finally, mercifully, Harry's eyes drifted shut, his breathing settling into the rhythm of deep sleep.
"Thank Merlin," James breathed. He reached for the blanket usually draped over the cot but his fingers found only empty air. He patted around in the darkness, exhausted, until his hand closed on something soft and draped over the back of the chair.
"That'll do," he muttered, shaking it out and draping it over the baby in the cot. It settled strangely, seeming to vanish into the shadows, but James was already stumbling toward his own bed, collapsing beside Lily with a groan.
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"Lily, love, calm down."
"Calm down? James, he's gone!" Lily was tearing through the nursery, blankets flying, her face pale as death. "The cot's empty! The window's open—"
"It's not open, it's just unlocked."
"Harry!" Lily shrieked, dropping to her knees to check under the cot. "Harry, Mummy's here!"
From somewhere near the center of the room, a muffled, indignant wail rose up, seemingly from nowhere.
James and Lily froze.
The wail came again, accompanied by a rustling sound, and James, slower than usual due to sleep deprivation, finally spotted the shimmering distortion in the air, the way the light bent oddly around the shape of their son.
"Oh," he said weakly.
Lily reached out and yanked. The Invisibility Cloak came away in her hand, revealing Harry, red-faced and furious, waving his fists from where he'd been perfectly concealed in the middle of the cot.
"You," Lily said, turning slowly to her husband, her voice dangerously soft. "Threw. The Cloak. Over our baby."
James held up his hands, backing toward the door. "In my defense, I was very tired!"
"You thought a blanket made of nothing was an appropriate substitute—"
"He was warm! Technically! Cloaks are warm, that's their whole—"
"James Potter, you absolute—"
"I'm sorry!" He scooped Harry up, who immediately grabbed his glasses. "But look at it this way…he's already brilliant at hide and seek. Natural talent. Must get it from his dad."
Lily stared at him, her mouth opening and closing like a fish. Then, despite everything, she laughed, a relieved sound, and collapsed against his shoulder, Harry squished between them.
"Never again," she mumbled into his neck.
"Never," James agreed, kissing her hair.
From beneath the cot, the Invisibility Cloak shimmered innocently, already waiting for its next adventure.
Jily in 2026.
he seemed to have grown as of late, as if Bran's fall and his mother's collapse had somehow made him stronger.
if they insist on an aegon’s conquest movie it must have a 25 minute sequence of targs eating shit and losing a dragon to half blind old as dirt Meria Martell’s vietnam war guerilla tactics until they have to back off for 100 years or don’t bother making it
this woman made your henry cavill fancast cry