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howyouloveyourdragon · 1 year

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could you maybe do some yandere alpha daenerys x brat omega reader please with some NSFW please as i see you havent writen for her yet.

𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖓𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖘 : 𝖘𝖍𝖊/𝖍𝖊𝖗 (𝔰𝔬𝔯𝔯𝔶 𝔦𝔫 𝔞𝔡𝔳𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔦𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔦𝔰 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔡, 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔡𝔦𝔡𝔫'𝔱 𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔩𝔲𝔡𝔢 𝔤𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯 𝔰𝔬 𝔞𝔰 𝔪𝔬𝔰𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔪𝔶 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔦𝔰 𝔰𝔥𝔢/𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔦 𝔞𝔰𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔢𝔡 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔣𝔢𝔪𝔞𝔩𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔞𝔱𝔬𝔪𝔶)

( 𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 : 𝔡𝔢𝔤𝔯𝔞𝔡𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫, 𝔫𝔣𝔰𝔴, 𝔶𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔱, 𝔰𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔭𝔥𝔶𝔰𝔦𝔠𝔞𝔩 𝔳𝔦𝔬𝔩𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔢, 𝔲𝔰𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔴𝔥𝔬𝔯𝔢 ) 𝖕.𝖘 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔨 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔞 𝔡𝔞𝔢𝔫𝔢𝔯𝔶𝔰 𝔞𝔰k 𝔦 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔥𝔢𝔯

𝐃𝐀𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃 against the back of your thigh and glared at the man opposite her. You had been in her care since she was married to the Khal and she did not intend to give you up. You sighed loudly beside her and fidgeted irritably. She grit her teeth and squeezed your thigh. "With all respect," She began, voice clear and commanding. "I already have a betrothed." The man scoffed and Tyrion nudged her. "You will have to marry someday," He hisses. "And to pass your children a throne you need to have one. This is a family that can offer you ships and legions worth of weaponry." Daenerys glared down at him. "And just as I told him, I am to marry someone far superior." Tyrion tried not to let his aggression get the better of him. "Who?" He demanded. She pushed you toward him and raised her brows. His own furrowed. "A wo-?" "An omega." She spat to which his face raised in surprise and horror intermingled. "But one has not been seen–" "Until now as was prophesied. I am the prince that was promised I assure you that she belongs to me." Her tone had turned dark and shot tendrils of madness from her lips. He backed down and gave a grave glance to his fellow lords. Jon shared a nervous glance with his sisters before looking back down. Daenerys' alpha stature held strong over their heads as she reminded them. Her face turned to look at you, narrowing her eyes at your distasteful expression. Your lips pouted and curled while you slouched improperly in your dutiful seat beside her though she stood.

"Cersei has–" Daenerys' gaze cut back onto him. "I am the rightful Queen of the Seven Kingdoms and I will not have myself sold for alliances so easily made. I have garnered my soldiers with respect and strength. I will not sacrifice myself to such slander." Without any other backlash she dismissed them and turned her harsh eyes onto her beloved. "What were you thinking?" She asked calmly, annoyance seeping through only lightly. You were always so good for her, why were you acting out? She ran her fingers over your arm as she lowered into a seat and tugged you onto her lap despite the resistance. You huffed. Daenerys' eyes flashed to look at you carefully. She wrapped a tight enclosed fist around your hair, triggering a low whine. "Answer me." She demanded, rocking your head gently back and forth. "What," Her breath fanned over you. "were you thinking about?" "You." You finally answered in shaky breaths, a moan dropping from your lips when she leant closer. She began to smirk in pride. "What about me?" She mocked, voice raising to a teasingly high pitch. Her fingers dipped under your dress, dragging another moan from you. "Always my perfect girl, huh? What happened to my good omega, still made for me?" Her index rolled slow circles over your clit–too slow. She halted abruptly when your voice was starting to sound helpless. "Answer your Queen." She commanded harshly, delivering a resounding slap to your cunt. An excited whimper came from you as you closed your eyes. "Was thinking about you taking me like you told me," You're cut off by your own whines as she begins to roll your clit between her fingers. "Good girl...go on." She utters in quiet praise. "Keep telling me what'll happen but never do." Your groan is emitted as she stops once more and raises the same hand to slap against your face. "Look at me." She demands, regal presence permeating. You shake your head only for her to slap you again, careful not to hit too hard. When you obey, she clasps your jaw and stares into your eyes. "You want to be my whore do you? My silly little whore. I am here offering marriage, wealth, titles and all your stupid little brat brain can comprehend is the fucking I'm going to give you. You just want to carry my heirs don't you?" She scoffs meanly and ignores your cry for attention. Her grip on your hair strengthens. She bobs your head back and forth through the air.

"Please." You moan. Her fingers dance along your lower stomach. "Only obedient girls get rewarded. The longer this war goes on, the longer you wait so be good and stop pushing me." To emphasise her point she delivers a blow to your hip and pushes you abruptly to kneel before her. She moans once your face is pressed snug against her heat. "Tongue." Daenerys ruts across your face, holding in the gasp when your nose makes contact with her clit. Your tongue is desperate as it flicks into her cunt. She throbs against you Daenerys refuses to relinquish her hold entangled in your hair even when yelp at a pull too hard, she only berates you. "Don't even know what you want do you?" She mocks, pushing your face even closer. Her hand reluctantly lets go as she wraps her thighs around your head and pushes against you. "Acting like a whore rather than my wife." She tuts, a low growl of pleasure escaping narrowly. Your tongue roams her and you're suddenly brought back to the evening before, how her hand played and teased you under the table until you were whining and begging her for more but as always, she didn't take kindly to insolence. The loud slaps that struck your behind as she drove your face into the pillows. Vibrations shot through Daenerys' clit as a moan escaped from you unwillingly at the memory. She pulls you from her once she's found satisfied and snickers at your dilated wanton gaze. She wipes a gentle thumb against your wet lips.

"Have you learned your lesson, wife?" She says it with a strong domineer. Your Queen holds your chin in her hand and stares through you as though anticipating your next words. A sense of desire rolls through you in a never-ending loop. The memory of the night before rears its magnificent head. It urges your next words.

"Make me, your grace." The mocking tilts a smirk to her mouth.

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roomofshroom · 1 year

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my kyman headcanons (18+)

i love others' headcanons so i thought id share my own <3 these are mostly 18+ but not all of them are!! if you dont agree w some of them its ok its mostly for fun!!

hey there's a part 2 !!!!

kyle would mostly call eric cartman and eric would try to secretly find ways to get him to call him eric more

when kyle does occasionally call cartman by his first name it's when they're getting intimate so eric associates kyle calling him by his first name with sexy times and then gets ...excited anytime kyle says his name which makes for some very funny situations

they would hide that they're in a relationship for the first few weeks but their friends would have their suspicions anyways bc they're not fucking blind and the way eric looks at kyle just says it all (not stan tho, mfer is blind af)

they would tease each other, name call each other in front of their friends and their fights would get very heated but for different reasons than others have in mind

cartmans a little brat and enjoys when kyle gets angry so much he purposely makes him angry in front of their friends, just for them to dissappear and angrily make out in a closet or somewhere secluded

stan would be oblivious to that and call cartman an asshole for getting kyle mad and then he'd worry ab his best friend when he suddenly dissappears w/o a trace

kyle doesn't want to admit it but he likes it when eric tries to get him riled up and sometimes he even exaggerates his angry reactions just to see eric get those excited sparks in his eyes

when they finally tell their friends they're together stan throws up (mf was oblivious the whole time), kenny asks them VERY personal questions ab positions they've done together, butters is happy for them and congratulates them, craig says he had known the whole entire time ('you guys are so blindingly fucking gay it's making my eyes hurt'), tweek would hand him 5 dollars (mfers made a bet out of it), clyde would say to tolkien that he's worried ab them checking him out and tolkien would just tell him to stfu bc 'being gay doesnt mean they wanna fuck you, no one wants to fuck you, clyde'

now that everyone knows, eric would brag to everyone ab not being a virgin anymore and jokingly try to go into details ab their sex life which kyle would VERY QUICKLY shut down and blush the entire time

eric now calls stan a virgin million times a day, asks him if hes jealous that hes 'getting that sweet sweet jewish ass' and constantly remind him that hes 'fucking his best friend nya nya nya hahaha' while kyle tells him to stfu

eric gets a stupid fucking tattoo 3 month into the relationship something like a fucking arrow pointing to his ass saying 'kyle was here' or i dont fucking know, anyways kyle would hate it and call him fucking insane

when kyle finds himself in a deep convo w anyone else thats not their friend or eric himself, eric always interrupts to make SURE they know kyle's HIS man so 'don't try to steal my man bitch' while he snaps his fingers and leaves w a dramatic hair whip (nonexistent long hair)

eric would be very veeeeery clingy while kyle would get slightly controlling sometimes just to quickly realize and get mad at himself (eric loves it when kyle's controlling and jealous so he doesn't mind)

eric would cry and whine about the dumbest shit ever ('mom said im not allowed my xbox bc i keep yelling at others in the game to kill themselves waaa khal, isnt she such a fucking bitch?') and kyle has to comfort him bc 'that's his boyfriend duty', kyle would call him a fucking crybaby which would only cause cartman to cry louder forcing kyle to shut him up somehow (maybe with a kiss)

#kyman #kyman headcanons #kyle x eric #kyle x cartman #sp kyman #sp kyle broflovski #sp eric cartman #south park headcanons

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love-and-hisses · 1 year

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With the fosters off being spayed today, we're going to focus on the permanent residents (in alphabetical order.)⁠ ⁠ KHAL DROGO will be 9 in May. He first showed up around the end of 2015. He was extremely skittish, and at that point neither of us was ever able to get close to him at all. He showed up for a while, and then disappeared, and we figured that he’d either gone back from whence he came, or had been gotten by a predator.⁠ ⁠ Some time in 2016 he showed up again, and Fred got serious about taming him. It took him several months, but he was finally able to start petting him, and after that Khal (who we were calling Fancypants v2.0 because he reminded us so much of our late cat Fancypants) was pretty much coming around every day.⁠ ⁠ It took a few more months, but it finally got to the point where Fred could pick up Khal without him freaking out. So it was time to get him to the vet for testing and neutering. So one day Fred picked him up and put him into a carrier, and Khal FREAKED OUT. Which wouldn’t be a problem except that Fred hadn’t properly latched the top of the carrier, and Khal was able to get out of the carrier and flee.⁠ ⁠ It took another few months for him to start trusting Fred again, and we finally got him off to the vet. He was deemed “3 or 4 years old”, is otherwise healthy, but FIV positive. ⁠ ⁠ It took years, but Khal has turned into the biggest, bossiest, snuggliest brat ever. We moved to a new house in late 2017 and he continued to avoid me until the day I sat down in Fred’s chair. Khal jumped up into my lap almost immediately and then decided I was not so scary. When we watch TV in the evenings, he’ll come climb on me and squeak bossily at me if I stop petting him.He’s just a great big ol’ baby.⁠ ⁠ Someone sent us a Basepaws cat DNA test so we could find out his genetic makeup. I thought he’d be largely Maine Coon or Norwegian Forest Cat, but as it turns out, he's a little bit of everything.⁠ ⁠ That's him (first pic) in 2015, and (second pic) in 2023. https://www.instagram.com/p/Cn5L5lZOX6M/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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riverbirchindex · 1 year

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Dandara - Lust 3 Jiji - Greed 6 Khal - Pride 2 Qux - Wrath 5 Gymnyst - Sloth 4 Kryll - Envy 1 Michio - Gluttony 6!

[For the OC's In question and those who don't know, these are the following imps]

[Post note - Qux was designed by @thatrandomalix [Thats you!] ] And the last 3 were all designed by @toxiee

For Dandara - Would you say your oc is bashful about intimate conversations, or are they the blunt one that makes everyone else uncomfortable? I wanna say she was very blunt when it comes to talking to others about their more intimate times when she was just becoming a mature heart imp, but has, with help from her friends, become a lot more tempered in that regard. Its not that she does it to make people uncomfortable, she just gets real happy when those around her talk about things they love, and that is just how receptive she is. For Jiji - Is your oc the type to frustrate others because they want too much, or do they tend to give too much? More often then not, she ends up frustrating other Diamond Imps, because she helps her master invest their wealth, and in doing so manages to have more sway. [A little bit of "Putting my name in the will" kind of operating] When certain enterprises seem good in her eyes, she pushes for her master to dump quite a bit of coin. Sometimes she nails it, sometimes she nails it QUITE well, and only rarely has had things fall through. [Though the opportunity for her opinion for investing into certain spaces is also kind of rare.] Kind of a leap of faith, as it were.

For Khal - Does your oc trust the judgment of others?

If its her friends or boss? Absolutely. If it's a random schmuck. Yes, but not on the grounds of actual trust, and it's more "If you fall through / arent reliable, I get to kick your ass." And people don't usually want that, so they do right by her. For Qux - How does your oc act toward anger from others? She does not take it well, and ends up sort of freezing herself up and away. The turn of phrase "chills down her spine" is essentially what ends up happening if people get angry with her. She shuts up, muscles tense, and barely even eeks out a word.

For Gymnyst - Is your oc the type to enjoy massages or prefer not to be touche?

I'd say she would absolutely enjoy massages. Might even help the gems inside her to be more vibrant! [Just don't massage her broken open leg, she'll start giggling cause she's ticklish.] For Kryll - Is your oc the jealous type? Why?

Kryll herself is an imp who very much likes attention and hasn't wained off it ever since she got her horn injury. She gets jealous of those around her if they get pampered more than she does. [Bit of a spoiled brat in that regard]

For Michio - Do they have any metaphorical hungerings?

Honestly I don't think so, she's quite content with her life.

#aboutTheCardImps #aboutKhal #aboutQux #aboutDandara #aboutJiji #aboutKryll #aboutGymnyst #aboutMichio #oc ask meme #meme 4 #designsbyfriends #toxiee #thatrandomalix

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masqsims4 · 2 years

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Gen 6, Part 3

Windenburg

The New Sixam Empire

From top left: Queen-herald Danuella Vranzeks-Seindu, Emperor Kolt Seindu II, Gilden (servo), Anzai Uchibayashi

From bottom left: Crown Prince Kolt Seindu III, Princess Belenne Beerloith, Prince Garreth Beerloith

When Windenburg was first founded by a rich teenager looking to make his own kingdom, he was laughed and mocked. He was called the Brat King, the Crumbling King, but now has found his own feet and Windenburg prospered under the New Sixam Empire. King Kolt Seindu II is still mocked as a rich brat, but there is no denying that he has created a prosperous kingdom that continues to make money just by existing.

King Kolt currently has seventeen children thanks to his six wives, and there doesn’t seem to be any sign of stopping. As per his law, his first born son would not only be the sole heir to his throne, but named after him and expected to succeed. However, Prince Kolt Seindu III is highly impressionable and naive to the ways of the world. Until he met Anzai, and both have been completely inseparable.

Anzai is from Komorebi, and was intelligent enough to pass the brutal entrance exam to Windenburg Prep, which was designed specifically for the Imperial Children. While he is in love with the Crown Prince, he seems to be here with purpose, and has more than one dark secret in his incredibly vague past. Nevertheless, the Imperial family welcomes the prince’s betrothed with open arms.

The Wives of King Kolt

Queen-herald Viliana Nimek-Seindu, Queen-herald Roseliya Alzail-Seindu

In Windenburg law, only the First Queen is allowed to live in the Windenburg Palace, and the other wives must settle with the lavish estates away from the Emperor. This has caused the other five wives to fight amongst themselves for the privledge of being recognized as true royalty. But their eyes were soon opened when the First Queen Sofia Qets was banished to the Crumbling Castle once she reached old (and no longer child bearing) age. Dieclea Xolk, the second wife, was killed in the final battle. Yan Zilvu, the third wife, ran off to rejoin her old life. So this leaves the fourth and fifth to ponder their fates as the sixth wife had charmed her way into the Emperor’s home once Sofia was of old age.

Windenburg Prep

From top left: Prof. Manto (servo), Princess Sanyah Nimek-Beerloith, Prince Solmon Alzail-Beerloith, Princess Katlina Zilvu-Beerloith

From bottom left: Princess Karina Zilvo-Beerloith, Princess Rosae Xolk-Beerloith, Prince Khal Xolk-Beerloith, Prince Coltin Qets-Beerloith

The many children of the Emperor are admitted into a Preparatory School to mostly be out of his palace. Here, they are book learned in every important subject, but sadly are so isolated on the Crumbling Isle that they may not have the skills needed to succeed in life. None have a goal for their future, other than to be as rich and beautiful as their father. Some have been used as betrothal chips to bring peace to other kingdoms, while others are on the verge of being entirely forgotten once they make their way to the outside world. All they have is their education, and each other.

Crumbling Isle’s Youngest

From top left: Nurse (servo), Princess Saedi Vranzeks-Beerloith, Princess Nayli Vranzeks-Beerloith

From bottom left: Princess Nahla Nimek-Beerloith, Princess Saera Vranzeks-Beerloith, Princess Caedence Vranzeks-Beerloith

The current First Queen Danuella Vranzeks has only given the Emperor girls for children, and nearly all of them have been cast out of the palace. Danuella does her best to look after her children to ensure that they get the best life possible once its time for them to venture out on their own.

Captain of the Royal Guard

From top left: Knight Captain Sir Burai Hakzar, Knight Captain Dame Tira Hakzar, Princess-in-waiting Madisyn Hakzar

From bottom left: Princess-in-waiting Melnie Hakzar, Princess-in-waiting Riya Hakzar

Living in Windenburg was not what Burai had envisioned. His skills as a war general were near useless in a country that defends itself by being full of money. He did find a wife who became the body guard of the Emperor’s wives, and had three beautiful daughters, but this was not the glory he envisioned.

He loves his family but feels cheated of the life as leader of the Hakzar family military. And watching the Emperor’s children stagnate in personality and intelligence, he urges his daughter to go out into the world and experience as much as she can.

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fedonciadale · 3 years

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How did your mind escaped POV trap from books? I mean, you mentioned it many time, like about that Daenerys is shown only with EVIL GUYS™ without depth and thats why she looks so sympathetic to reader. Or Sansa through eyes of Arya, where she really feels like empty shallow rich girl. I'm asking because thanks to YOU I noticed it. This traps, I mean. Really. I was Dany stan, that gone to anti-dany blogs to check why all of you hate her so much. Well, understand now. (1/3)

I mean, as you said earlier, many of Dany stans were catched into trap because of her hard upbringing and constant abuse from her brother (yeah, me too). And how we turn a blindside to all of her wrongdoings, because of said traps. I first watched the show, where all seasons showed how she is so nice, cute, if sometimes brash. I wanted her to be the Queen. And now I see what are you talking about. To be real, I feel now like I lost a friend. It's awful, but I prefer this (1½/2)

(2/2) delusional. Sorry for rant, but I'm feelin' uneasy for last few weeks. Dany was my favourite heroine of all times, and now...😢

Hi there!

Thanks for coming into my inbox! I am very happy that you reach out! I think it is fantastic that you looked up our theories and thought about it.

First of all, you are not alone in falling into the PoV trap. I did as well and I tell you why and how I untangled myself from it. Many books especially light fantasy books (and even others) do not work with the PoV trap. They just expect you to like the hero/heroine and follow them whatever they do. Take HP for example. By the seventh book Harry who is the hero of the book does a lot of questionable things (like casting unforgivable curses) and nothing of it is ever addressed. In the context of his last stand against Voldemoart it is all understandable and even forgivable, but nothing suggest that the author even wants you to question Harry’s actions. We are just supposed to root for him no matter what. So, I guess, we are not really accustomed to read with detailed judgement.

More under the cut...

I remember I once read a book by Kristen Britain, the Green Rider series, pretty traditional fantasy, and the fact that the enemies tortured the heroes was a major plot point. And half a book later they captured an enemy and began to torture him and I was like “What the fuck, you’re supposed to be the good guys!”. But it was never addressed and I think it was just one of those cases where the double standards for protagonists and antagonists were just taken for granted - which is lazy storytelling but I digress.

Now, I think we can agree that GRRM is not someone who takes his readers by the hand and explains everything. You have to be really alert while you read, to get all the hints. Even if you skip over the foreshadowing and everything you have to make a puzzle from the information you get from different PoVs. Nothing is just handed to you. Nowhere does GRRM say: BTW, Lysa Arryn is the one who killed Jon Arryn. So, he sort of trains his readers to read between the lines. But you can still read everything and not delve into it and let yourself be surprised by the twists and turns. You don’t need to think about every sentence to enjoy the books.

In a way this manner of writing is also the case for the PoV trap. GRRM wants his readers to form their own opinion, but it took me actually really long to get that he actually wants me to question the actions of the PoV characters.

When I first read AGOT I sort of fell into the PoV trap. I routed for Dany, I enjoyed Tyrion’s witticism, I thought Sansa was a brat etc. etc.

I remember quite vividly, when I began to dislike Dany - and I must stress that this was not the moment I noticed the PoV trap:

"Most of Ogo's riders fled," Ser Jorah was saying. "Still, there may be as many as ten thousand captives."

Slaves, Dany thought. Khal Drogo would drive them downriver to one of the towns on Slaver's Bay. She wanted to cry, but she told herself that she must be strong. This is war, this is what it looks like, this is the price of the Iron Throne. (AGOT, Daenerys VII)

I remember, that I thought something along the lines of: “Well, Dany, it’s your fault these people are enslaved, you want the throne. Maybe you should have thought about that earlier.”

This was the moment I began to dislike her, but I still thought that she was obviously the heroine. Because the last lines of the book was this:

As Daenerys Targaryen rose to her feet, her black hissed, pale smoke venting from its mouth and nostrils. The other two pulled away from her breasts and added their voices to the call, translucent wings unfolding and stirring the air, and for the first time in hundreds of years, the night came alive with the music of dragons. (AGOT, Dany X)

So, I thought: well, I don’t like her but it was not the first time that I did not like someone who was the protagonist of a book. It happens, and I usually brush over it, concentrating on the people I like.

In the second book I started to like Sansa. She won me over when she was so brave during the Battle of the Blackwater and from that moment I rooted for her although I feared that she was not important enough (you know, no sword and so son).

In the second book I got doubts about Tyrion, but I only began to dislike him in ASOS, when he killed Symon the singer for making eyes at Shae (and had him put into soup, yikes and double yikes).

And I still thought: O.k. Dany, Tyrion these are the main PoVs, certainly they will be important in bringing down the ice threat. Not once did I think that I was meant to realize their dubious actions. I thought it was all about them being a key in the destruction of the Others even if they were grey characters,

So I was still not onto the fact that the PoV trap was a thing....

At the end of ASOS I discovered some ASOIAF discussions and I came across the three dragonriders theory, Dany, Tyrion, Jon and Jonerys as endgame and I believed it all. I just believed it because this is how fantasy usually goes? Humanity against the evil menacing Others.

I did not like it very much though, not at all and I suppose the part of me that did not like it always was looking for other solutions.

When I read AFFC and ADWD I had sort of reluctantly accepted that I might not like the ending but I still read the books, because I wanted to see my favs and how they fared. I would accept Jonerys and the three dragonriders if my Starklings would just survive.

And then the show came out. I still didn’t like Dany, and some of her scenes made me cringe the Mhysa scene, that screams hubris and white saviour), but I still thought that she might be the hero. It was only during and after season 6 that I desperately looked for answers and chanced upon the idea that Jon and Sansa might be important and that Dany might be an antagonist. And it was only then that it clicked for me. I read the Meerenese blot and all that and I finally understood that there was a reason why I was uneasy when reading Dany’s chapters, a real reason, not just me being overly picky or just too morally sensitive to root for the heroes.

It was only then, that I realized the PoV trap for what it is - a clever way to make you root for a character and prepare the rug pull. As you can see it was a rather long journey for me!

And Dany wasn’t my hero, so how difficult must it be for someone who liked her. And to be quite honest with you, the show didn’t make it exactly easy to accept Dany’s turn, because although they did it, it could have been done much better!

And once it had clicked, there is no way back. Once you have understood something you cannot unsee that. So, if you feel like you lost a friend that is understandable.

It might be only a little consolation: This is what GRRM wants his readers to feel. The rug pull that happens once you realize you rooted for a tyrant. The doubt about your own ability to judge a person. The disappointment that a person you liked has misused your trust (in a way). You’re angry at Dany, really angry. You might be angry at GRRM that he duped you so well. That he knew how to get you, the bloody bastard.

So, I actually think it is o.k. to be flummoxed about the fact that can see that now. As if a veil was torn from your eyes, maybe. I think this is an important discovery: that we can be duped. That someone who uses nice words and apparently wants to make the world better can dupe us into believing them. It happens in real life and our only weapon against that is to be critical. To look closely, to think, and most of all to question ourselves.

Thanks for your ask! I was very moved that you came into my askbox for this!

#anon ask #DarkDany #Wow #ASOIAF #PoV trap #How to spot a tyrant #This is what GRRM wanted #This is the rug pull

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c0ltraine · 3 years

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I was tagged by @maybe-im-misunderstood, @trophyscarz, @kirstenscaffeinateddisaster, @bby-pet, @pizz4-andsqu4ts, @gh-0-st-ly, and @puurple-r3ign for a selfie! Thank you friends!

I was gonna take a second selfie, but she was looking at me so I couldn’t pass on the opportunity!

Tagging: @booksmadeofvelvet, @a-brats-world, @blah-cubed, @khal-drago, and @ravag3d (if you want to of course)!

#me #selfie #miso is here again to say hi #and at some point I’ll get the other cat to take a picture with me lmao

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footballerimaginess · 3 years

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I’m not going shopping

Christmas Prompt List 7. I am not going Christmas shopping Mason Mount Word Count: 354 TAGLIST: @footballffbarbiex @eatsleepbreathefutbol @evie-pr @kingkepaff @farmers-league @footballxixstars @meteora-fc @sanchos-dream @spursondele @kkim120 @glam-khal @lxndonorris “Where are you taking me?” Mason asked. “Well we need to get everything ready for Christmas. You have so many games from them and now. You need to start preparing for it. I on the other hand have almost finished and just need to get everything wrapped up” you drove into the multistory car park. “Fine” Mason huffed as you parked up and getting out of the car. “Can’t believe you are making me do this?” Mason moaned again. “You are making me sound like I am forcing you, do you not need to buy Christmas presents” you rolled your eyes as you held his hand. “Its so busy, why do we need to do this?” Mason huffed. “If you huff one more time Mase, you are getting on my nerves” you rolled your eyes again as you walked into one of the shops. “I am not going Christmas shopping” Mason crossed his arms. “Oh okay, if you wish to act like a spoil little brat and stand outside then you do that. I will look for your mum’s presents then” you smirked as you walked in and started looking at things as you felt someone stand beside you. “Oh so you came in then?” you laughed as you looked around the shop. “So you decided you wish to come shopping now huh?” you laughed at him as you saw Mason smirk slightly. “Maybe” you smiled at him. “Right is there anything you want to get her? I know you were planning to get some stuff for her garden. But I feel you can’t just give her that, it doesn’t exactly seem like a lot babe” you asked him as you had a look at everything in the shop. “You have the female’s touch, think lady. You must know what my mum would want” Mason asked you. “But babe, it is your mum. You must know something you would like to buy her. I can really see why you don’t like coming shopping because you are so fucking bad” You laughed as you carried on walking round the shop, trying to find some presents.

#christmas prompts #mason mount imagine #football imagines #football imagine #football one shots #football one shot #futbol imagines #futbol imagine

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iwaasfairy · 3 years

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LORDDTTTTT THE TYRELL FIC GOT ME MELTINGGGGGGG IM SQUEALINGN AND MY GIRLFRIEND LOOKED AT ME IN THE WEIRDEST WAY. Makki’s love language is definitely touch. that man is constantly on you. he’s always caressing you, kissing every part of you, he just has to get a whiff of your scent 24/7. AND IMAGINE A THREESOME W MEIAN?? ⚰️⚰️⚰️

-🍓

PLSSIKDODKA Please this makes me stupidly happy it’s so cute and like same pKZKKDKSKS LITERALLY SAME Makki is absolutely entranced and he doesn’t even care that everyone can see it 💗💘 but if Meian nags him enough or if you express a desire to be shared you already know he’ll bend backwards to make it happen for you. That’s just the kind of lover he is.

And Meian is just the third wheel here but he absolutely doesn’t mind,,, like the fucker thrives off it. He lOVES making you all flustered and a quivering mess around his fingers and taunting Makki 💞💘 a jerk but we love him

SPEAKING OF GOT IT GOT ME THINKING WHO WOULD BE IN WHICH HOUSE. tell me romero wouldnt be a stark. $,$/&($2&(&2@?’em ROMERO STARK. LONG SCHLONG KING. ROBB STARK 2.0 BUT BETTER (no hate robb luv u rip)

BUT TARGARYEN!OIKAWA??? imagine oikawa nii who’s 50/50 mad and sane but you’re still in love w him after all the cruelty he’s done. i doubt hed be a whiny egotistical brat like viserys he’d be more calculating, CUNNING and smart asf 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 Khal!iwa and targaryen!oikawa sandwhich me challenge.

ThIRD EYE ACTIVES AT THE THOUGHT OF ROMERO BEING A STARK BC I CAN ABSOLUTELY SEE IT,, aND I LOVE HIMMMM He would look so sexy omg omg yes. And Fukuro and Sachiro as Baratheons?!!! 💕💗 I mean they don’t fit the whole black hair situation but they belong next to Romero yes yes omg :scream: :scream:

And okay the reason why it took me so long to answer these was bc I was debating if I wanted to write that,,, bUt you ALREADY KNOW I WANNA FUCKING WRITE THAT SO AAJSIIEIISJS AS SOON AS I CAN I WRITE TOORU NII AND KHAL IWA THREESOME I’m gonna die omg omg omg yesyes gRRSUSIAIKZ wtf

OKOK LAST GOTXHAIKYUU ASK BC UR PROBABLY SICK OF IT BUT.... what if iwaizumi has short hair bc he lost his first love and that was the biggest defeat to him so he shaved his head and kept it short.if he couldnt protect his one and only then theres no need for him to grow out his hair again because winning would mean nothing when you’re not there. you were his strength and without you long locks would be worthless

I wASNT I WAS JUST SITTING ON THE ASKS BC I WANNA WRITE THEM ALL AND I CANT AND IM SELFISH BJKSKSS omfg I actually adore this. And yeah,, I can totally see that. His way of mourning 💕 even though he’s still yet to be defeated again after that, it doesn’t count as a victory if you’re not there.

AbSOLUTELY PERFECTTT omg,, thank you my love these were all such big brain ideas

#honey mail #🍓 nonnie #sorry if you’re still new you might not know I have what I call social bars and when the run out #my brain just shuts off #and refuses #it did that while your asks were coming in yesterday #but I had so much fun reading them and thinking about them #sO SEXYXYSIIS

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hikarinokusari · 7 months

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apparently doing my own Strahdtober so it's my entry for day#2 Keeping up the fake illustrations ft Vasili von Holtz and the Vistana PC of @xyanmajor who makes very weird life choices regarding anyone who works for the Dreadlord. This scene kinda happened but not really in this fashion. They dlid had a hot night in the Abbey though and it involved biting. A lot of biting.

I will polish things one day, I’m just playing around and don’t have energy to do clean things.

Credits : F2U Pose > Found after browsing the 할로윈 tag on twitter

#art #my art #khal corvara #vasili von holtz #cos art #curse of strahd #dnd oc x canon #it's strahdtober time #they're adult brats and they're dangerous #dnd art

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emwritesfootball · 4 years

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Better | Ben Chilwell

a benj one like maybe she pisses him off whilst their out an says something like ‘you know james could fuck me better’ so he’s like choking you saying you know no one could fuck you like i do and it’s rough and possessive and yes uno what to do😉😉😉

You loved to tease, but you usually only teased Ben when the two of you were alone. Tonight, the two of you were out late with James and a few of the other lads on the England team, but you wished you were already home with Ben, cuddled up under a blanket with a movie on in the background. So, you did something you’d never done before - you were a brat in public. You drank too much and complained and made raunchy jokes about how Ben didn’t satisfy you and everyone laughed.

“You think you’re being funny, eh?” Ben growled, taking your arm and pulling you into an alley away from everyone as you all walked to the next club.

“No, Ben,” you sassed, rolling your eyes, “I know I’m being funny. Everyone thought I was funny - even James.”

“And what makes you think that?” Ben asked, pinning you against the wall of the alley.

“He laughed when I made that joke about you not being able to satisfy me. Pretty sure I thought I saw him wink at me, too.” You added the second part just for good measure, knowing it would rile Ben up.

“Like hell he did.”

You rolled your eyes and giggled, watching Ben’s eyes darken. “Oh come on, Benjamin,” you chided, placing a hand on his chest, “we both know James could fuck me better.”

“Do we now?” Ben challenged, wedging his leg between yours. The bricks dug into your back, but you didn’t care. His fingers trailed up your arm and lightly gripped your neck. You moaned against his touch, your hips bucking so you could rub your pussy along his jeans - you’d left your panties off when you and Ben went out and you were very glad you had.

“Ye-es.”

“C’mon, doll,” Ben began, tightening his grip on your throat ever so slightly. “We both know no one fucks you like I do.”

“Prove it,” you breathed, gasping when Ben found your clit, already determined to prove it.

“Oh, baby, you know I will.”

After that, he didn’t waste any time, not caring that the two of you were fucking in an alley or that anyone could pass by and find you. “Think you can tease me and not pay for it?!” He ground out, emphasizing each word with a hard thrust.

Your nails dug into his shoulders as you tried to focus on staying quiet, Ben’s hand on your throat also helping. The sensations were overwhelming but you didn’t cum, unable to beg Ben for release.

“Think James would fuck you like that behind the alley just to teach you a lesson?” Ben asked as he pulled out of you and fixed himself. He smiled when you shook your head. “Did you cum?”

“No,” you said, lightly rubbing your throat.

“Good. Now, let’s go get caught up with everyone - it’s gonna be a long night of you making it up to me.”

Forever Tags: @chilly-me-softly @savingprivatecass @inlovewithamess @footballdaydream @brewsterbabyy @bbychilly @jamesdanielmaddison @hmminnbirdd @sweetlikesugar9 @lawsandother @eastxfeden @words-for-marcus @eatsleepbreathefutbol @hoelymolywinksy @marco-asensios @kingkepaff @meteora-fc

Ben Tags: @shanlouxo @idiotsfc @riccivrdo @comfortablechaox @glam-khal @alexajanecollins @kingkepaff

#my writing: ben chilwell #requests: ben chilwell #september 2020 requests

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10 with benj chilly? X

Prompts - Summer

10. “Meet me on the balcony in five minutes...naked”

Nothing had gone unnoticed - the pushing of your boobs so they were almost hanging out the top of your dress, the most innocent eyes you’d give him as you sipped on your cocktail, the way you’d run your tongue over your bottom lip whenever his eyes met yours. And you knew exactly what you were doing, and so did he. Gently nudging his foot against your leg in an attempt to get you to stop, gradually kicking you harder and harder as the night goes on. Silently begging you to stop being a little brat and giving him a hard-on in the middle of a flipping tapas restaurant, but his frustration was just spurring you on even more, desperate to be punished for being such a tease as you carry on with your not-so-subtle lip bites and boob adjustments.

“Stop it” he hisses as you lift your arms above your head, the tops of your nipples threatening to pop out as you quickly put your arms back by your side and whisper a little ‘oops’ at the near-incident.

“Make me” you slur, the alcohol encouraging you to back chat but you knew it would just result in a better punishment, which is why you’re saying it, a twinkle in your eye as the words leave your lips and his eyes meet yours.

“Meet me on the balcony in five minutes...naked” he’s growling, speaking just in time to stop you from saying anything else you might later regret as your eyes go wide at his comment, not expecting him to say what he just did as you stumble on your words.

“Go on” he’s cooing, his eyes falling from yours down to your nipples which were hardening under his voice, poking through the thin material of your dress as you gently brush your fingers over them. Pushing your chair back as the screeching sound distracts the other holiday-makers from what Ben was about to see.

The sun beaming down on the back of your dress as you strut towards the exit, evidently wearing no panties as the white material clings around the mound of your ass, jiggling with each step as you purposely pull the fabric even tighter, checking over your shoulder to make sure he was looking as you blow him a little kiss. Pretending to adjust your shoe as you bend over, your dress riding up even higher as your bare pussy peeks through the bottom of your outfit, on display to anyone who happened to be watching - which thankfully was just Ben - as you flick your hair over your shoulder again and lock your eyes with his. Giggling at the stunned look that had been painted across his face before you’re turning around and jogging up the hill back to your hotel room, the sunlight bouncing off your ass and leaving very little to the imagination as he forces himself not to cum on the spot, requesting the bill and shoving a handful of cash into the hand of the waiter, hot on your heels as he finally gives you the punishment you deserve.

Tags - @luc-57x @ari-lfc @footballdaydream @words-for-marcus @footballjournal @prettylittletrent @glam-khal @atomicpunkrock @footballerimaginess @kkim120 @ibizzzzaa

#ben chilwell #ben chilwell blurb #ben chilwell imagine #ben chilwell smut #summer prompts

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Dany asserting her identity, titles and achievements (to others or herself) and/or moments of pride in general

As I was rereading ASOIAF, I made it my goal to compile all* the book passages demonstrating either certain key attributes of Daenerys Targaryen (e.g. that she's compassionate and smart) or aspects of hers that are usually overstated (e.g. that she's ambitious and prophecy-driven). Doing such a task may seem exaggerated, but I'd argue it's not, for many, many misconceptions about Dany have become widespread in light of the show's final season's events (and even before).

It must be acknowledged that it can be tricky to reference, say, ADWD passages to counter-argument how she was depicted in season eight (which allegedly follows ADOS events). Dany will have had plenty of character development in the span of two books. However, whatever happens to Dany in the next two books, I would argue that there is more than enough material to conclude that her show counterpart was made to fall for flaws that she (for the most part) never had and actions that she (for the most part) would never take. (and that's not even considering the double standards and the contradictions with what had been shown from show!Dany up until then, but that's obviously out of the scope of these lists)

Another objection to the purpose of these lists is that Game of Thrones is different from A Song of Ice and Fire and should be analyzed on its own, which is a fair point. However, the show is also an adaptation of these books, which begs the questions: why did they change Dany's character? Why did they overfocus on negative traits of hers or depicted them as negative when they weren't supposed to be or gave her negative traits that were never hers to begin with? Another fact that undermines the show=/=books argument is that most people think that the show's ending will be the books', albeit only in broad strokes and in different circumstances. As a result, people's perception of Dany is inevitably influenced by the show, which is a shame.

I hope these lists can be useful for whoever wants to find book passages to defend (or even simply explore different facets of) Dany's character in metas or conversations.

*Well, at least all the passages that I could find in her chapters, which is no guarantee that the effort was perfectly executed, but I did my best.

Also, people could interpret certain passages differently and then come up with a different collection of passages if they ever attempted to make one, so I'm not saying that this list is completely objective (nor that there could ever be one).

Also, some passages have been cut short according to whether they were, IMO, relevant to the specific topic of the list they're in, so the context surrounding them may not always be clear (always read the books and use asearchoficeandfire). Many of them appear in different lists, sometimes fully referenced, sometimes not.

I listed the passages back to front because I felt doing so highlighted Dany's evolution better.

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To justify the existence of this list, let's see examples of widespread opinions that I feel misrepresent Daenerys Targaryen:

Demanding respect simply because she is the “rightful heir” to the Iron Throne is in her Signature Moves list right up there with Yelling and Burning. As Machiavelli might say: “she trippin". A ruler only gets real power through taking and earning and keeping it, not through inheritance. (Wisecrack)

But even Daenerys’ sense of altruism has diminished considerably of late, and she’s been relying on her reputation rather than a desire to inspire love and loyalty. Tywin once told Joffrey that any man who must say “I am the king” is no true king. Meanwhile, Daenerys’ first course of action is always to intimidate with her endless list of titles, even when they can’t possibly help her, as when she’s brought before Khal Moro in “The Red Woman.” (x)

Her arc is honest and real and logical. It is a coherent response to her given circumstances and follows her narrative thread coupled with her inherent lust for her own destiny. It both pushes against her gender and is inherently shaped by how others have treated her due to her gender. It is both a result of her victimization and in spite of her trials. She is self-absorbed and self-servicing, and the human tension between ego and selflessness is a huge fulcrum for the story thematically across the board. (x)

But the character has been obsessed with the Iron Throne, right from her youth. While, time and again, she has admitted that her father was a homicidal maniac, but that has never discouraged her from leaving her claim to the throne. (x)

We are supposed to forget that she is fighting for nothing more than her own sense of entitlement to the throne, like some upper-class brat who loses her family’s fortune and eventually manages to become CEO of her own corporation. (x)

I would argue that her assertion of her titles does not stem from "sense of entitlement to the throne" or from being "self-absorbed" and "self-servicing" or simply for the sake of "intimidating".

She asserts them when she needs to show other people why she deserves respect (which is, of course, all the more necessary for the sake of her gender) like in ASOS Dany IV;

She asserts them when she needs to control her fear or emotional pain (AGOT Dany II, ASOS Dany III, ADWD Dany I);

She asserts them to motivate herself (ADWD Dany X);

She asserts them to take responsibility for carrying them in the first place (ADWD Dany V, ADWD Dany VI, ADWD Dany VIII);

She even acknowledges their potential negative side (ADWD Dany II, ADWD Dany VIII).

And let's not forget that, in ADWD Dany IV, when the Green Grace argues for a Dany-Hizdahr marriage by mentioning some of their ancestors, Dany replies that "His forebears are as dead as mine. Will Hizdahr raise their shades to defend Meereen against its enemies? I need a man with ships and swords. You offer me ancestors."

And these are only examples off the top of my head. My point is that her relationship with power is complex.

IMO, claims like the ones I've linked to certainly cannot be made after reading the books (some can't even after watching the show's first 71 episodes, but the show can be all over the place and ... I digress), so take a look at these passages.

A Dance with Dragons

ADWD Daenerys X

The sun grew hotter as it rose, and before long her head was pounding. Dany’s hair was growing out again, but slowly. “I need a hat,” she said aloud. Up on Dragonstone she had tried to make one for herself, weaving stalks of grass together as she had seen Dothraki women do during her time with Drogo, but either she was using the wrong sort of grass or she simply lacked the necessary skill. Her hats all fell to pieces in her hands. Try again, she told herself. You will do better the next time. You are the blood of the dragon, you can make a hat. She tried and tried, but her last attempt had been no more successful than her first.

No, Dany told herself. If I look back I am lost. She might live for years amongst the sunbaked rocks of Dragonstone, riding Drogon by day and gnawing at his leavings every evenfall as the great grass sea turned from gold to orange, but that was not the life she had been born to.

Am I dying? Then she saw the pale crescent moon, floating high above the grass, and it came to her that this was no more than her moon blood.

If she had not been so sick and scared, that might have come as a relief. Instead she began to shiver violently. She rubbed her fingers through the dirt, and grabbed a handful of grass to wipe between her legs. The dragon does not weep. She was bleeding, but it was only woman’s blood. The moon is still a crescent, though. How can that be? She tried to remember the last time she had bled. The last full moon? The one before? The one before that? No, it cannot have been so long as that. “I am the blood of the dragon,” she told the grass, aloud.

“...I am only a young girl.”

No. You are the blood of the dragon. The whispering was growing fainter, as if Ser Jorah were falling farther behind. Dragons plant no trees. Remember that. Remember who you are, what you were made to be. Remember your words.

“Fire and Blood,” Daenerys told the swaying grass.

ADWD Daenerys IX

When his mouth opened, she could see bits of broken bone and charred flesh between his black teeth. His eyes were molten. I am looking into hell, but I dare not look away. She had never been so certain of anything. If I run from him, he will burn me and devour me.

[...] He is fire made flesh, she thought, and so am I.

ADWD Daenerys VIII

No queen has clean hands, Dany told herself. She thought of Doreah, of Quaro, of Eroeh … of a little girl she had never met, whose name had been Hazzea. Better a few should die in the pit than thousands at the gates. This is the price of peace, I pay it willingly. If I look back, I am lost.

You saw me as defeated, Dany thought, and who am I to say that you were wrong?

“...Never trust a sellsword.”

Or a queen, thought Dany.

“The dragon has three heads,” Dany said when they were on the final flight. “My marriage need not be the end of all your hopes. I know why you are here.”

“For you,” said Quentyn, all awkward gallantry.

“No,” said Dany. “For fire and blood.”

“They are … they are fearsome creatures.”

“They are dragons, Quentyn.” Dany stood on her toes and kissed him lightly, once on each cheek. “And so am I.”

ADWD Daenerys VII

It was close to sunset before Daario Naharis appeared with his new Stormcrows, the Westerosi who had come over to him from the Windblown. Dany found herself glancing at them as yet another petitioner droned on and on. These are my people. I am their rightful queen.

“Come back to bed and kiss me.” No one had ever kissed her like Daario Naharis. “I am your queen, and I command you to fuck me.”

She had meant it playfully[.]

“...This match will save our city, you will see.”

“So we pray. I want to plant my olive trees and see them fruit.” Does it matter that Hizdahr’s kisses do not please me? Peace will please me. Am I a queen or just a woman?

ADWD Daenerys VI

“Your Grace should not be here, breathing these black humors.”

“I am the blood of the dragon,” Dany reminded him. “Have you ever seen a dragon with the flux?” Viserys had oft claimed that Targaryens were untroubled by the pestilences that afflicted common men, and so far as she could tell, it was true. She could remember being cold and hungry and afraid, but never sick.

ADWD Daenerys V

“Your Grace could not have known—”

“I am the queen. It was my place to know.”

“I may be a young girl innocent of war, but I am not a lamb to walk bleating into the harpy’s den. I still have my Unsullied. I have the Stormcrows and the Second Sons. I have three companies of freedmen.”

“What of these Astapori?”

My children. “They are coming here for help. For succor and protection. We cannot turn our backs on them.”

Ser Barristan frowned. “Your Grace, I have known the bloody flux to destroy whole armies when left to spread unchecked. The seneschal is right. We cannot have the Astapori in Meereen.”

Dany looked at him helplessly. It was good that dragons did not cry.

ADWD Daenerys IV

"Most queens have no purpose but to warm some king's bed and pop out sons for him. If that's the sort of queen you mean to be, best marry Hizdahr."

Her anger flashed. "Have you forgotten who I am?"

"No. Have you?"

Viserys would have his head off for that insolence. “I am the blood of the dragon. Do not presume to teach me lessons.” When Dany stood, the lion pelt slipped from her shoulders and tumbled to the ground. “Leave me.”

ADWD Daenerys III

“...A child departed Qarth, as lost as she was lovely. I feared she was sailing to her doom, yet now I find her here enthroned, mistress of an ancient city, surrounded by a mighty host that she raised up out of dreams.”

No, she thought, out of blood and fire.

“You have grown suspicious, Daenerys.”

Always. “I have grown wise, Xaro.”

“Is that meant to frighten me? I lived in fear for fourteen years, my lord. I woke afraid each morning and went to sleep afraid each night … but my fears were burned away the day I came forth from the fire. Only one thing frightens me now.”

“And what is it that you fear, sweet queen?”

“I am only a foolish young girl.” Dany rose on her toes and kissed his cheek. “But not so foolish as to tell you that.

If I were a dragon, I could fly to Westeros, she thought when he was gone. I would have no need of Xaro or his ships.

ADWD Daenerys II

Safe. The word made Dany’s eyes fill up with tears. “I want to keep you safe.” Missandei was only a child. With her, she felt as if she could be a child too. “No one ever kept me safe when I was little. Well, Ser Willem did, but then he died, and Viserys … I want to protect you but … it is so hard. To be strong. I don’t always know what I should do. I must know, though. I am all they have. I am the queen … the … the …”

“… mother,” whispered Missandei.

“Mother to dragons.” Dany shivered.

She squeezed the water from her silvery hair. “I am half-sick of riddling. In Qarth I was a beggar, but here I am a queen. I command you—”

A shadow. A memory. No one. She was the blood of the dragon, but Ser Barristan had warned her that in that blood there was a taint. Could I be going mad? They had called her father mad, once. “I was praying,” she told the Naathi girl. “It will be light soon. I had best eat something, before court.”

“I would give Hazzea back to you if I could,” she told the father, “but some things are beyond the power of even a queen. Her bones shall be laid to rest in the Temple of the Graces, and a hundred candles shall burn day and night in her memory. Come back to me each year upon her nameday, and your other children shall not want … but this tale must never pass your lips again.”

Mother of dragons, Daenerys thought. Mother of monsters. What have I unleashed upon the world? A queen I am, but my throne is made of burned bones, and it rests on quicksand. Without dragons, how could she hope to hold Meereen, much less win back Westeros? I am the blood of the dragon, she thought. If they are monsters, so am I.

ADWD Daenerys I

“This one has been told that your servant Stalwart Shield sometimes gave coin to the women of the brothels to lie with him and hold him.”

The blood of the dragon does not weep.

Daenerys pushed her hair back. “Find these cowards for me. Find them, so that I might teach the Harpy’s Sons what it means to wake the dragon.”

A Storm of Swords

ASOS Daenerys VI

No one was calling her Daenerys the Conqueror yet, but perhaps they would. Aegon the Conqueror had won Westeros with three dragons, but she had taken Meereen with sewer rats and a wooden cock, in less than a day.

Yet the thought of seeing Jorah Mormont again made her feel as if she’d swallowed a spoonful of flies; angry, agitated, sick. She could almost feel them buzzing round her belly. I am the blood of the dragon. I must be strong. I must have fire in my eyes when I face them, not tears.

She was Daenerys Stormborn, the Unburnt, khaleesi and queen, Mother of Dragons, slayer of warlocks, breaker of chains, and there was no one in the world that she could trust.

ASOS Daenerys V

Worst of all, they had nailed a slave child up on every milepost along the coast road from Yunkai, nailed them up still living with their entrails hanging out and one arm always outstretched to point the way to Meereen. Leading her van, Daario had given orders for the children to be taken down before Dany had to see them, but she had countermanded him as soon as she was told. “I will see them,” she said. “I will see every one, and count them, and look upon their faces. And I will remember.”

By the time they came to Meereen sitting on the salt coast beside her river, the count stood at one hundred and sixty-three. I will have this city, Dany pledged to herself once more.

They watched Oznak zo Pahl dismount his white charger, undo his robes, pull out his manhood, and direct a stream of urine in the general direction of the olive grove where Dany’s gold pavilion stood among the burnt trees. He was still pissing when Daario Naharis rode up, arakh in hand. “Shall I cut that off for you and stuff it down his mouth, Your Grace?” His tooth shone gold amidst the blue of his forked beard.

“It’s his city I want, not his meager manhood.” She was growing angry, however. If I ignore this any longer, my own people will think me weak. [...]

High on the walls of Meereen, the jeers had grown louder, and now hundreds of the defenders were taking their lead from the hero and pissing down through the ramparts to show their contempt for the besiegers. They are pissing on slaves, to show how little they fear us, she thought. They would never dare such a thing if it were a Dothraki khalasar outside their gates.

Could I love Daario? What would it mean, if I took him into my bed? Would that make him one of the heads of the dragon? Ser Jorah would be angry, she knew, but he was the one who’d said she had to take two husbands. Perhaps I should marry them both and be done with it.

But these were foolish thoughts. She had a city to take, and dreaming of kisses and some sellsword’s bright blue eyes would not help her breach the walls of Meereen. I am the blood of the dragon, Dany reminded herself. Her thoughts were spinning in circles, like a rat chasing its tail.

When the horses had been saddled, Dany and her companions set out along the shoreline, away from the city. Even so, she could feel Meereen at her back, mocking her. When she looked over one shoulder, there it stood, the afternoon sun blazing off the bronze harpy atop the Great Pyramid. Inside Meereen the slavers would soon be reclining in their fringed tokars to feast on lamb and olives, unborn puppies, honeyed dormice and other such delicacies, whilst outside her children went hungry. A sudden wild anger filled her. I will bring you down, she swore.

ASOS Daenerys IV

“Woman, you bray like an ass, and make no more sense.”

“Woman?” She chuckled. “Is that meant to insult me? I would return the slap, if I took you for a man.” Dany met his stare. “I am Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen, the Unburnt, Mother of Dragons, khaleesi to Drogo’s riders, and queen of the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros.”

The man on the white camel named himself Grazdan mo Eraz. Lean and hard, he had a white smile such as Kraznys had worn until Drogon burned off his face.

When he was gone, Dany threw herself down on her pillows beside her dragons. She had not meant to be so sharp with Ser Jorah, but his endless suspicion had finally woken her dragon.

He will forgive me, she told herself. I am his liege. Dany found herself wondering whether he was right about Daario. She felt very lonely all of a sudden. Mirri Maz Duur had promised that she would never bear a living child. House Targaryen will end with me. That made her sad. “You must be my children,” she told the dragons, “my three fierce children. Arstan says dragons live longer than men, so you will go on after I am dead.”

ASOS Daenerys III

“I am not a child,” she told him. “I am a queen.”

“Yet even queens can err. The Astapori have cheated you, Your Grace. A dragon is worth more than any army. Aegon proved that three hundred years ago, upon the Field of Fire.”

“I know what Aegon proved. I mean to prove a few things of my own.”

She stood in her stirrups and raised the harpy’s fingers above her head for all the Unsullied to see. “IT IS DONE!” she cried at the top of her lungs. “YOU ARE MINE!” She gave the mare her heels and galloped along the first rank, holding the fingers high. “YOU ARE THE DRAGON’S NOW! YOU’RE BOUGHT AND PAID FOR! IT IS DONE! IT IS DONE!”

ASOS Daenerys II

Kraznys had commanded them to lay down their spears and shields, and doff their swordbelts and quilted tunics, so the Queen of Westeros might better inspect the lean hardness of their bodies.

“Remind your Good Master of who I am. Remind him that I am Daenerys Stormborn, Mother of Dragons, the Unburnt, trueborn queen of the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros. My blood is the blood of Aegon the Conqueror, and of old Valyria before him.”

“When Aegon the Dragon stepped ashore in Westeros, the kings of Vale and Rock and Reach did not rush to hand him their crowns. If you mean to sit his Iron Throne, you must win it as he did, with steel and dragonfire. And that will mean blood on your hands before the thing is done.”

Blood and fire, thought Dany. The words of House Targaryen. She had known them all her life.

ASOS Daenerys I

No squall could frighten Dany, though. Daenerys Stormborn, she was called, for she had come howling into the world on distant Dragonstone as the greatest storm in the memory of Westeros howled outside, a storm so fierce that it ripped gargoyles from the castle walls and smashed her father’s fleet to kindling.

“I ... that was not fitting. I am your queen.”

“My queen,” he said, “and the bravest, sweetest, and most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Daenerys—”

“Your Grace!”

A Clash of Kings

ACOK Daenerys V

She was breaking her fast on a bowl of cold shrimp-and-persimmon soup when Irri brought her a Qartheen gown, an airy confection of ivory samite patterned with seed pearls. “Take it away,” Dany said. “The docks are no place for lady’s finery.”

If the Milk Men thought her such a savage, she would dress the part for them. When she went to the stables, she wore faded sandsilk pants and woven grass sandals. Her small breasts moved freely beneath a painted Dothraki vest, and a curved dagger hung from her medallion belt. Jhiqui had braided her hair Dothraki-fashion, and fastened a silver bell to the end of the braid.

When she told a Lyseni on the Trumpeteer that she was Daenerys Stormborn, Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, he gave her a deadface look and said, “Aye, and I’m Lord Tywin Lannister and shit gold every night.”

She turned back as he reached for his coins, intending to put an end to this mummer’s farce. The blood of the dragon would not be herded through the bazaar by an old man and a fat eunuch.

“The great cog Saduleon is berthed at the end of the quay, and the galleys Summer Sun and Joso’s Prank are anchored beyond the breakwater.”

Three heads has the dragon, Dany thought, wondering. “I shall tell my people to make ready to depart at once. But the ships that bring me home must bear different names.”

“As you wish,” said Arstan. “What names would you prefer?”

“Vhagar,” Daenerys told him. “Meraxes. And Balerion. Paint the names on their hulls in golden letters three feet high, Arstan. I want every man who sees them to know the dragons are returned.”

ACOK Daenerys IV

Ser Jorah Mormont gave the merchant prince a sour look. “Your Grace, remember Mirri Maz Duur.”

“I do,” Dany said, suddenly decided. “I remember that she had knowledge. And she was only a maegi.”

Pyat Pree smiled thinly. “The child speaks as sagely as a crone. Take my arm, and let me lead you.”

“I am no child.” Dany took his arm nonetheless.

The blood of the dragon must not be afraid. Dany said a quick prayer, begging the Warrior for courage and the Dothraki horse god for strength. She made herself walk forward.

ACOK Daenerys III

“Did you weep?”

“The blood of the dragon does not weep,” she said testily.

Xaro sighed. “You ought to have wept.” The Qartheen wept often and easily; it was considered a mark of the civilized man.

Part of her would have liked nothing more than to lead her people back to Vaes Tolorro, and make the dead city bloom. No, that is defeat. I have something Viserys never had. I have the dragons. The dragons are all the difference.

Even so, it would be years before they were large enough to take to war. And they must be trained as well, or they will lay my kingdom waste. For all her Targaryen blood, Dany had not the least idea of how to train a dragon.

“If you go west, you risk your life.”

“House Targaryen has friends in the Free Cities,” she reminded him. “Truer friends than Xaro or the Pureborn.”

“Illyrio believes in no cause but Illyrio. Gluttons are greedy men as a rule, and magisters are devious. Illyrio Mopatis is both. What do you truly know of him?”

“I know that he gave me my dragon eggs.”

He snorted. “If he’d known they were like to hatch, he would have sat on them himself.”

That made her smile despite herself. “Oh, I have no doubt of that, ser. I know Illyrio better than you think. I was a child when I left his manse in Pentos to wed my sun-and-stars, but I was neither deaf nor blind. And I am no child now.”

“Sellswords have their uses,” Ser Jorah admitted, “but you will not win your father’s throne with sweepings from the Free Cities. Nothing knits a broken realm together so quick as an invading army on its soil.”

“I am their rightful queen,” Dany protested.

“You are a stranger who means to land on their shores with an army of outlanders who cannot even speak the Common Tongue. The lords of Westeros do not know you, and have every reason to fear and mistrust you. You must win them over before you sail. A few at least.”

I am afraid, she realized, but I must be brave.

ACOK Daenerys II

“The only palace I desire is the red castle at King’s Landing, my lord Pyat.” Dany was wary of the warlock; the maegi Mirri Maz Duur had soured her on those who played at sorcery. “And if the great of Qarth would give me gifts, Xaro, let them give me ships and swords to win back what is rightfully mine.”

“I am not the frightened girl you met in Pentos. I have counted only fifteen name days, true ... but I am as old as the crones in the dosh khaleen and as young as my dragons, Jorah. I have borne a child, burned a khal, and crossed the red waste and the Dothraki sea. Mine is the blood of the dragon.”

“As was your brother’s,” he said stubbornly.

“I am not Viserys.”

“No,” he admitted. “There is more of Rhaegar in you, I think, but even Rhaegar could be slain. Robert proved that on the Trident, with no more than a warhammer. Even dragons can die.”

“Dragons die.” She stood on her toes to kiss him lightly on an unshaven cheek. “But so do dragonslayers.”

ACOK Daenerys I

A living dragon is beyond price. In all the world, there are only three. Every man who sees them will want them, my queen.”

“They are mine,” she said fiercely. They had been born from her faith and her need, given life by the deaths of her husband and unborn son and the maegi Mirri Maz Duur. Dany had walked into the flames as they came forth, and they had drunk milk from her swollen breasts. “No man will take them from me while I live.”

“We follow the comet,” Dany told her khalasar. Once it was said, no word was raised against it. They had been Drogo’s people, but they were hers now. The Unburnt, they called her, and Mother of Dragons. Her word was their law.

Dany kissed him lightly on the cheek. It heartened her to see him smile. I must be strong for him as well, she thought grimly. A knight he may be, but I am the blood of the dragon.

A Game of Thrones

AGOT Daenerys X

“Princess ...” he began.

“Why do you call me that?” Dany challenged him. “My brother Viserys was your king, was he not?”

“He was, my lady.”

“Viserys is dead. I am his heir, the last blood of House Targaryen. Whatever was his is mine now.”

“My ... queen,” Ser Jorah said, going to one knee.

“You do not mean to die with him? You swear it, my queen?”

“I swear it,” she said in the Common Tongue of the Seven Kingdoms that by rights were hers.

Dany called the Dothraki around her. Fewer than a hundred were left. How many had Aegon started with? she wondered. It did not matter.

Her bath was scalding hot when Irri helped her into the tub, but Dany did not flinch or cry aloud. She liked the heat. It made her feel clean. Jhiqui had scented the water with the oils she had found in the market in Vaes Dothrak; the steam rose moist and fragrant. [...] Dany closed her eyes and let the smell and the warmth enfold her. She could feel the heat soaking through the soreness between her thighs. She shuddered when it entered her, and her pain and stiffness seemed to dissolve. She floated.

The heat beat at the air with great red wings, driving the Dothraki back, driving off even Mormont, but Dany stood her ground. She was the blood of the dragon, and the fire was in her.

No, she wanted to shout to him, no, my good knight, do not fear for me. The fire is mine. I am Daenerys Stormborn, daughter of dragons, bride of dragons, mother of dragons, don’t you see? Don’t you SEE?

AGOT Daenerys IX

“Eroeh?” asked Dany, remembering the frightened child she had saved outside the city of the Lamb Men.

“Mago seized her, who is Khal Jhaqo’s bloodrider now,” said Jhogo. “He mounted her high and low and gave her to his khal, and Jhaqo gave her to his other bloodriders. They were six. When they were done with her, they cut her throat.”

“It was her fate, Khaleesi,” said Aggo. 

If I look back I am lost. “It was a cruel fate,” Dany said, “yet not so cruel as Mago’s will be. I promise you that, by the old gods and the new, by the lamb god and the horse god and every god that lives. I swear it by the Mother of Mountains and the Womb of the World. Before I am done with them, Mago and Ko Jhaqo will plead for the mercy they showed Eroeh.”

The Dothraki exchanged uncertain glances. “Khaleesi,” the handmaid Irri explained, as if to a child, “Jhaqo is a khal now, with twenty thousand riders at his back.”

She lifted her head. “And I am Daenerys Stormhorn, Daenerys of House Targaryen, of the blood of Aegon the Conqueror and Maegor the Cruel and old Valyria before them. I am the dragon’s daughter, and I swear to you, these men will die screaming. Now bring me to Khal Drogo.”

AGOT Daenerys VIII

[“]Do you trust your khas? Will they come with us?”

“Khal Drogo commanded them to keep me safe,” Dany replied uncertainly, “but if he dies ...” She touched the swell of her belly. “I don’t understand. Why should we flee? I am khaleesi. I carry Drogo’s heir. He will be khal after Drogo ...”

“Rein in your tongue, bloodrider. The princess is still your khaleesi.”

“Only while the blood-of-my-blood still lives,” Qotho told the knight. “When he dies, she is nothing.” 

Dany felt a tightness inside her. “Before I was khaleesi, I was the blood of the dragon. Ser Jorah, summon my khas.” 

“Is there no other way?”

“No other.”

Khal Drogo gave a shuddering gasp.

“Do it,” Dany blurted. She must not be afraid; she was the blood of the dragon. “Save him.”

“There is a price,” the godswife warned her.

“You’ll have gold, horses, whatever you like.”

“It is not a matter of gold or horses. This is bloodmagic, lady. Only death may pay for life.”

“Death?” Dany wrapped her arms around herself protectively, rocked back and forth on her heels. “My death?” She told herself she would die for him, if she must. She was the blood of the dragon, she would not be afraid. Her brother Rhaegar had died for the woman he loved.

“Khaleesi,” he pleaded, “you must not do this thing. Let me kill this maegi.”

“Kill her and you kill your khal,” Dany said.

“This is bloodmagic,” he said. “It is forbidden.”

“I am khaleesi, and I say it is not forbidden. In Vaes Dothrak, Khal Drogo slew a stallion and I ate his heart, to give our son strength and courage. This is the same. The same.”

AGOT Daenerys VII

“You cannot claim them all, child,” Ser Jorah said, the fourth time they stopped, while the warriors of her khas herded her new slaves behind her.

“I am khaleesi, heir to the Seven Kingdoms, the blood of the dragon,” Dany reminded him. “It is not for you to tell me what I cannot do.” Across the city, a building collapsed in a great gout of fire and smoke, and she heard distant screams and the wailing of frightened children.

“If your warriors would mount these women, let them take them gently and keep them for wives. Give them places in the khalasar and let them bear you sons.”

Qotho was ever the cruelest of the bloodriders. It was he who laughed. “Does the horse breed with the sheep?”

Something in his tone reminded her of Viserys. Dany turned on him angrily. “The dragon feeds on horse and sheep alike.”

AGOT Daenerys VI

If I were not the blood of the dragon, she thought wistfully, this could be my home. She was khaleesi, she had a strong man and a swift horse, handmaids to serve her, warriors to keep her safe, an honored place in the dosh khaleen awaiting her when she grew old ... and in her womb grew a son who would one day bestride the world. That should be enough for any woman ... but not for the dragon. With Viserys gone, Daenerys was the last, the very last. She was the seed of kings and conquerors, and so too the child inside her. She must not forget.

Dany was near tears as they carried her back. The taste in her mouth was one she had known before: fear. For years she had lived in terror of Viserys, afraid of waking the dragon. This was even worse. It was not just for herself that she feared now, but for her baby. He must have sensed her fright, for he moved restlessly inside her. Dany stroked the swell of her belly gently, wishing she could reach him, touch him, soothe him. “You are the blood of the dragon, little one,” she whispered as her litter swayed along, curtains drawn tight. “You are the blood of the dragon, and the dragon does not fear.”

“Was it the Usurper?”

“Yes.” The knight drew out a folded parchment. “A letter to Viserys, from Magister Illyrio. Robert Baratheon offers lands and lordships for your death, or your brother’s.”

“My brother?” Her sob was half a laugh. “He does not know yet, does he? The Usurper owes Drogo a lordship.” This time her laugh was half a sob. She hugged herself protectively. “And me, you said. Only me?”

“You and the child,” Ser Jorah said, grim.

“No. He cannot have my son.” She would not weep, she decided. She would not shiver with fear. The Usurper has woken the dragon now, she told herself ... and her eyes went to the dragon’s eggs resting in their nest of dark velvet.

AGOT Daenerys V

She must not flinch or look afraid. I am the blood of the dragon, she told herself as she took the stallion’s heart in both hands, lifted it to her mouth, and plunged her teeth into the tough, stringy flesh.

Warm blood filled her mouth and ran down over her chin. The taste threatened to gag her, but she made herself chew and swallow. The heart of a stallion would make her son strong and swift and fearless, or so the Dothraki believed, but only if the mother could eat it all. If she choked on the blood or retched up the flesh, the omens were less favorable; the child might be stillborn, or come forth weak, deformed, or female.

And finally it was done. Her cheeks and fingers were sticky as she forced down the last of it. Only then did she turn her eyes back to the old women, the crones of the dosh khaleen.

“Khalakka dothrae mr’anha!” she proclaimed in her best Dothraki. A prince rides inside me! She had practiced the phrase for days with her handmaid Jhiqui.

AGOT Daenerys IV

The water was scalding hot, as she liked it.

The Dothraki would respect him more if he looked less a beggar, she hoped, and perhaps he would forgive her for shaming him that day in the grass. He was still her king, after all, and her brother. They were both blood of the dragon.

“Next you’ll want to braid my hair.”

“I’d never ... ” Why was he always so cruel? She had only wanted to help. “You have no right to a braid, you have won no victories yet.”

It was the wrong thing to say. Fury shone from his lilac eyes, yet he dared not strike her, not with her handmaids watching and the warriors of her khas outside. Viserys picked up the cloak and sniffed at it. “This stinks of manure. Perhaps I shall use it as a horse blanket.”

“I had Doreah sew it specially for you,” she told him, wounded. “These are garments fit for a khal.” “I am the Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, not some grass-stained savage with bells in his hair,” Viserys spat back at her. He grabbed her arm. “You forget yourself, slut. Do you think that big belly will protect you if you wake the dragon?”

His fingers dug into her arm painfully and for an instant Dany felt like a child again, quailing in the face of his rage. She reached out with her other hand and grabbed the first thing she touched, the belt she’d hoped to give him, a heavy chain of ornate bronze medallions. She swung it with all her strength.

It caught him full in the face. Viserys let go of her. Blood ran down his cheek where the edge of one of the medallions had sliced it open. “You are the one who forgets himself,” Dany said to him. “Didn’t you learn anything that day in the grass? Leave me now, before I summon my khas to drag you out. And pray that Khal Drogo does not hear of this, or he will cut open your belly and feed you your own entrails.”

AGOT Daenerys III

“Wait here,” Dany told Ser Jorah. “Tell them all to stay. Tell them I command it.”

The knight smiled. Ser Jorah was not a handsome man. He had a neck and shoulders like a bull, and coarse black hair covered his arms and chest so thickly that there was none left for his head. Yet his smiles gave Dany comfort. “You are learning to talk like a queen, Daenerys.”

“Not a queen,” said Dany. “A khaleesi.” She wheeled her horse about and galloped down the ridge alone.

The descent was steep and rocky, but Dany rode fearlessly, and the joy and the danger of it were a song in her heart. All her life Viserys had told her she was a princess, but not until she rode her silver had Daenerys Targaryen ever felt like one.

“What do you pray for, Ser Jorah?” she asked him.

“Home,” he said. His voice was thick with longing.

“I pray for home too,” she told him, believing it.

Ser Jorah laughed. “Look around you then, Khaleesi.”

But it was not the plains Dany saw then. It was King’s Landing and the great Red Keep that Aegon the Conqueror had built. It was Dragonstone where she had been born. In her mind’s eye they burned with a thousand lights, a fire blazing in every window. In her mind’s eye, all the doors were red.

“He could not lead an army even if my lord husband gave him one,” Dany said. “He has no coin and the only knight who follows him reviles him as less than a snake. The Dothraki make mock of his weakness. He will never take us home.”

“Wise child.” The knight smiled.

“I am no child,” she told him fiercely. Her heels pressed into the sides of her mount, rousing the silver to a gallop. Faster and faster she raced, leaving Jorah and Irri and the others far behind, the warm wind in her hair and the setting sun red on her face. By the time she reached the khalasar, it was dusk.

There is no privacy in the heart of the khalasar. Dany felt the eyes on her as she undressed him, heard the soft voices as she did the things that Doreah had told her to do. It was nothing to her. Was she not khaleesi? His were the only eyes that mattered, and when she mounted him she saw something there that she had never seen before. She rode him as fiercely as ever she had ridden her silver, and when the moment of his pleasure came, Khal Drogo called out her name.

AGOT Daenerys II

Dany had never felt so alone as she did seated in the midst of that vast horde. Her brother had told her to smile, and so she smiled until her face ached and the tears came unbidden to her eyes. She did her best to hide them, knowing how angry Viserys would be if he saw her crying, terrified of how Khal Drogo might react. [...]

There was no one to talk to. Khal Drogo shouted commands and jests down to his bloodriders, and laughed at their replies, but he scarcely glanced at Dany beside him. They had no common language. Dothraki was incomprehensible to her, and the khal knew only a few words of the bastard Valyrian of the Free Cities, and none at all of the Common Tongue of the Seven Kingdoms. She would even have welcomed the conversation of Illyrio and her brother, but they were too far below to hear her.

So she sat in her wedding silks, nursing a cup of honeyed wine, afraid to eat, talking silently to herself. I am blood of the dragon, she told herself. I am Daenerys Stormborn, Princess of Dragonstone, of the blood and seed of Aegon the Conqueror.

She was afraid of her brother, of what he might do if she failed him. Most of all, she was afraid of what would happen tonight under the stars, when her brother gave her up to the hulking giant who sat drinking beside her with a face as still and cruel as a bronze mask. I am the blood of the dragon, she told herself again.

“Please him, sweet sister, or I swear, you will see the dragon wake as it has never woken before.”

The fear came back to her then, with her brother’s words. She felt like a child once more, only thirteen and all alone, not ready for what was about to happen to her.

They rode out together as the stars came out, leaving the khalasar and the grass palaces behind. Khal Drogo spoke no word to her, but drove his stallion at a hard trot through the gathering dusk. The tiny silver bells in his long braid rang softly as he rode. “I am the blood of the dragon,” she whispered aloud as she followed, trying to keep her courage up. “I am the blood of the dragon. I am the blood of the dragon.” The dragon was never afraid.

AGOT Daenerys I

The girl pulled the rough cotton tunic over Dany’s head and helped her into the tub. The water was scalding hot, but Daenerys did not flinch or cry out. She liked the heat. It made her feel clean. Besides, her brother had often told her that it was never too hot for a Targaryen. “Ours is the house of the dragon,” he would say. “The fire is in our blood.”

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kugane-bois · 4 years

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h, m, and v for both?

H = Hair (How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.) Khal thought about the question before nodding his head, “I take care of myself. I am still a rather hairy individual. But I make sure it’s neat and short. I definitely don’t have a forest going on if that’s your question?”

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going) “Oh there are many things that turn me on. And that’s not even a joke. Anything from dd/lg to dub-con. You’d have to ask me more pointed questions to get to everything. I assure you that.”

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

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H = Hair (How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.) “I take my hygiene very important. So yeah I’m a little hairy, but I’m also a miqo’te. But I do manscape? Is that the word? I do that and take care of myself.”

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going) Tiwah’ra chuckled to himself before shaking his head, “The biggest thing that gets me going is dd/lg, or even just being a dom in general. Watching someone submit to me or even forcing someone to submit to me in the case of brats is the best thing.”

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make) Tiwah’ra smirked as he’d look back towards the woman, “I am anywhere from quiet to decently loud. I will say a specialty of mine is purring during. It causes my chest and a certain area below my waist to vibrate. So...that’s a thing!”

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slytarg · 4 years

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They hate Daenerys so much there's no low to how bad their arguments can get.

1) Daenerys is Viserys' sister and his heir to the Iron Throne, not his bannermen. She is referred to as Princess of Dragonstone.

2) Viserys treated Dany as his property. He physically & sexually abused her for years. Which includes stripping off her clothes to stare at her naked body, choking her, hitting her, touching her breasts, pulling her hair, pinching her nipples, and pointing a sword inches at her face. That's probably not close to all of it since he used "waking the dragon" as a threat to keep her obedient.

3) Viserys orchestrated Dany's rape and enslavement. "I would let his whole tribe fuck you. All 40,000 men and their horses too." "He bought you."

4) Viserys, by forcing Dany to marry Drogo (Khal is the Dothraki word for King), made it so she is a Queen in a different country, a country they were currently residing in. Any violence & threat after that towards her was against a King's wife. A declaration of war.

5) Viserys hit Dany, a pregnant Queen of another country, hard enough to fall to the ground then climbed on top of her, pinned her arms so she couldn't move, and tried to punch her again while she struggled to get away from him.

6) Viserys broke a Dothraki law (no wielding weapons in Vaes Dothrak, especially not in the Dosh Khaleen temple) and publicly said he was going to kidnap & mutilate a King's wife and murder a King's unborn son. Not any King of the Great Grass Sea. The one with the most subjects & biggest army. And the High Priestess (Dothraki version of a Grand Maester or High Sparrow) prophesied Dany's child was their messiah. Drogo was legally sound in executing Viserys. Dany as a Dothraki Queen and expecting mother of a Dothraki Prince & Targaryen Prince was in the right to side against Viserys.

7) Robert's Rebellion & War of the Five Kings were waged to kill and usurp Kings acting like Viserys. Except Aerys & Joffrey harmed Lords under their reign and not a Queen regent of another country.

8) Cersei Lannister had not been the Queen regent in years when she used Aerys' store of wildfire to blow up the Sept of Baelor, killing hundreds if not thousands, including Margaery Tyrell. Margaery was the Queen regent of the 7K. Cersei murdered the High Sparrow & most of his followers, murdered the King's wife, murdered the son, grandson, & granddaughter of the Wardeness of the South (biggest supplier of food in Westeros). That's worse than what Aerys & Joffrey did. The Tarlys killed their liege lords to side with someone not only worse than the Mad King and Brat King but who stole the throne from the rightful Targaryen heir.

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