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henlo friends pls like this if you want to plot / want a starter (except u maddy i’m already writing you one)

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Hey guys rb this with ur sign, ur orientation + if you can swim or not, im gay a leo and I cant

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❛ A red sun rises, blood 'as been spilled this night. ❜

lotr meme // accepting // @arcusignis

eyes turn HEAVENWARD, that angry hue scattered across the sky as the sun does make its appearance on yon horizon. the broad strokes of dawn’s break depict VIOLENCE, magic, a threat whispered, dripping from distant lips. she can taste it in the air. change brews with each passing day, the seas boiling, UNEASE in the shifting winds, hissed words scribbled upon parchment and tied to hasty ravens with the oncoming winter. 

                        ‘ there is ALWAYS violence in this world. ‘ 

dulcet tones echo over ice, serene despite growing despair painted across ALABASTRINE visage. 

                        ‘ we would see red sunrises each day if the gods decided to FINALLY pay homage to the atrocities men commit against men. ‘ 

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❛ All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us. ❜

lotr meme // accepting // @piusprorege

                        ‘ some would argue that the gods decide that FOR us. ‘ 

tone is teasing, a light JEST from one who lost faith in all the gods so very long ago. but of course the sentiment is all too true: the years have proven to be long and empty save the occasional interest, the occasional DISTRACTION from the true enormity of FOREVER, or whatever portion of that she had been awarded for her magic. 

                        ‘ and what have YOU chosen? ‘ 

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a little bit of visual therapy for the sea-souls ♡

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❛ Many that live deserve death. Some that die deserve life. ❜

lotr meme // accepting // @fireturnedflesh

men fight and KILL over the beauty of lovers. usurpers roam free in lands they stole from others. mad kings burn the innocent until their screams IGNITE in their chests. babes die before they grow old enough to think evil thoughts, just as their mothers die bringing them into the world. schemes and lies and secrets, horror and lust and power, greed, hunger, thirst, knowledge, whispers, violence: all RAMPANT in a world which places such stock in gods and their ultimate justice. 

what justice was there, robbing a young girl of her loving MOTHER, sending assassins after nothing but the NAME she bears?

                        ‘ you are too right, my darling. ‘ 

sadness SUFFUSES gemstone gaze; she thinks to those she has loved and lost, to those at whom she has directed her bloodsoaked anger and magic RAGE. centuries gone to history and none left to show for it save shiera, save her own memory of battles won and lost, a man with a red-stained face and one eye, a man with dark hair and darker jealousy, her love torn UNEQUALLY between them. 

                        ‘ but YOU are alive. you deserve to live. and one day you will see to it that more people who deserve life REMAIN amongst the living, and more people who deserve to die ROT in their tombs. ‘ 

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make me an aerys and we’ll Talk

listen here b i n c h i already made a blog so dany could have a mom and now u want her dad too ??? i feel shorted in this here exchange

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hey so like who do i have to kill / bribe to get me a blood / raven?????

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the lotr movie trilogy; starter sentences.

❛ Something draws near. I can feel it. ❜

❛ You shall not pass! ❜

❛ All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us. ❜

❛ What about second breakfast? ❜

❛ What about elevenses? Luncheon? Afternoon tea? Dinner? Supper? ❜

❛ Gentlemen, we do not stop ‘til nightfall. ❜

❛ Many that live deserve death. Some that die deserve life. ❜

❛ A wizard is never late, _____. Nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to. ❜

❛ Nobody tosses a Dwarf. ❜

❛ The world is changed. I feel it in the water. I feel it in the earth. I smell it in the air. ❜

❛ One does not simply walk into Mordor. ❜

❛ Do you remember when we first met? ❜

❛ I thought I had wandered into a dream. ❜

❛ I would rather share one lifetime with you than face all the ages of this world alone. ❜

❛ One small bite is enough to fill the stomach of a grown man! ❜

❛ Fly, you fools! ❜

❛ If I take one more step, it’ll be the farthest away from home I’ve ever been. ❜

❛ It’s a dangerous business, _____, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don’t keep your feet, there’s no knowing where you might be swept off to. ❜

❛ Not the beard! ❜

❛ I know what it is you saw, for it is also in my mind. ❜

❛ I know what I must do, it’s just that… I’m afraid to do it. ❜

❛ Even the smallest person can change the course of the future. ❜

❛ Keep it secret. Keep it safe. ❜

❛ I don’t know half of you half as well as I should like, and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve. ❜

❛ Anyways, you need people of intelligence on this sort of… mission… quest… thing. ❜

❛ Whatever you did, you’ve been officially labeled a disturber of the peace. ❜

❛ It is a strange fate that we should suffer so much fear and doubt over so small a thing. ❜

❛ Men? Men are weak. ❜

❛ I suppose you think that was terribly clever. ❜

❛ Oh… That’s nice. Ash on my tomatoes! ❜

❛ If you’re referring to the incident with the Dragon, I was barely involved. ❜

❛ I can avoid being seen if I wish, but to disappear entirely, that is a rare gift. ❜

❛ I spent all my life pretending I was off somewhere else. Off with you, on one of your adventures. But my own adventure turned out to be quite different. ❜

❛ This, my friend, is a pint. ❜

❛ It comes in pints? ❜

❛ Oh, it’s quite simple. If you are a friend, you speak the password, and the doors will open. ❜

❛ I’ve thought of an ending for my book - ‘And he lived happily ever after… to the end of his days.’ ❜

❛ You cannot hide. I see you. There is no life in the void. Only death. ❜

❛ My own… my love… my precious… ❜

❛ I think I’ve broken something. ❜

❛ Have you ran out of those nice shiny daggers? ❜

❛ There’s an eye-opener, and no mistake. ❜

❛ I’m sorry that… you must carry this burden. I’m sorry for everything. ❜

❛ We must move on. We cannot linger. ❜

❛ But in the end, it’s only a passing thing, this shadow. ❜

❛ I cannot jump the distance, you’ll have to toss me. ❜

❛ What we need is a few good taters. ❜

❛ I wonder if we’ll ever be put into songs or tales. ❜

❛ He was twitching because he’s got my axe EMBEDDED IN HIS NERVOUS SYSTEM! ❜

❛ You don’t have any friends; nobody likes you! ❜

❛ A red sun rises, blood has been spilled this night. ❜

❛ No parent should have to bury their child. ❜

❛ Looks like meat’s back on the menu, boys. ❜

❛ I did not pass through fire and death to bandy crooked words with a witless worm. ❜

❛ What do trees have to talk about, hmm… except the consistency of squirrel droppings? ❜

❛ You could have picked a better spot. ❜

❛ You have some skill with a blade. ❜

❛ I fear neither death nor pain. ❜

❛ Stupid, fat hobbit. ❜

❛ Once it takes hold of us it never lets go. ❜

❛ You’re late. ❜

❛ You look terrible. ❜

❛ Leave me alone, snake! ❜

❛ Your words are poison. ❜

❛ Bring your pretty face to my axe. ❜

❛ So much death. What can men do against such reckless hate? ❜

❛ But that one counts as mine! ❜

❛ In one thing you haven’t changed, my friend - you still speak in riddles. ❜

❛ And this in turn has given rise to the belief that there are no Dwarf-women, and that Dwarves just spring out of holes in the ground! ❜

❛ You’ll find more cheer in a graveyard. ❜

❛ A day may come when the courage of men fails, when we forsake our friends and break all bonds of fellowship, but it is not this day. ❜

❛ I didn’t think it would end this way. ❜

❛ End? No, the journey doesn’t end here. Death is just another path… One that we all must take. ❜

❛ Certainty of death. Small chance of success. What are we waiting for? ❜

❛ I will not say ‘Do not weep’, for not all tears are an evil. ❜

❛ I am no man. ❜

❛ I can’t carry it for you, but I can carry you. ❜

❛ There never was much hope. Just a fool’s hope. ❜

❛ I’m glad to be with you, ______, here at the end of all things. ❜

❛ What are you waiting for? Just let it go! ❜

❛ I have wished you joy since first I saw you. ❜

❛ I do not fear death. ❜

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                                             @fadetogrey || sc. 

she cannot help the small SMILE which threatens to part such sought-after lips; she extends a hand toward him all the same, lest he take soft expression for MOCKERY. waves lap at her ankles. one can find shiera often at the seashore, gaze eastward, feet bare in the sand. a scent of salt spray and sunlight she carries upon SILVERSPUN gowns, woven in hair of moonglow.

                        ‘ good morning, dear BROTHER. to what do i owe this pleasure? ‘ 

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daenerys.

                       “you did more than watch .” 

                       she adds, airily ;though what she means in saying holds much more clout than simple sight — “ it was by your magic that we brought dragons into this world again — and it should be by your side that us five , reclaim the iron throne .”

                            the three beasts she speaks of land just beyond the nearest window ; their flames , veined with black , with gold, and green paint the sky in the artistry lost when last their kin flew on the back of the wind . 

                            aspirations for the throne had tickled her mind in the past , but they’d been little more than a girls dreams , and now that she’s a woman grown , she pines for more than that power that was owed —— she thinks of how that throne was forged if not for the dragons passed , it would not be , so should it then result that dragons began it all , and would see it through to its end.   daenerys runs her fingertips over the dying flame of a nearby candle ; she feels not its burn , only slight heat ——- it is weak still , but she was truly the dragon born anew . 

“   i will sit the iron throne , dear mother . i will chase the usurpers bastard’s from the keep ———– i will remind them why the world came to heel when the first three turned their eyes west .     ” 

gaze of sapphire and emerald turns SEAWARD, reflecting therein the crash of waves churned by oncoming storm. lightning flashes: the sky reveals three hulking shapes atop their perches, their cries directed heavenward as though challenging the GODS themselves. memories abound. days spent hunched over a dying fire, watching eggs thought long dead glow red with fire, with magic, blood sizzling as it touched flame. the tears of a young queen as the fire DIED, no change to be found in those petrified masses of age-old stone.

and then the elation when the fire brought forth those children of ash and FLAME.

suddenly does shiera stand, slight frame awash in silver and white, LUMINESCENT under the glow of the moon, the strike of lightning. a few steps take her to the head of the staircase; the rain cannot touch her, but the wind stirs her gown, whips her hair about her face to OBSCURE her expression.

                        ‘ my love --- ‘ 

MOTHER, daenerys had called her. she thinks to rhaella, the mother this girl had never known, and feels a pain in her chest. the last of the targaryens: a weak boy with ANGER in his veins and lust in his heart, a sweet child with dreams of changing the world, and a BASTARD woman who should have died so very long ago. resolve hardens her, as it has for all these years -- turns her gaze to cold gems as she one again faces this girl who LONGS for that distant throne.

                        ‘ tonight, i would like for you to gather what you may need for perhaps a fortnight at sea. there are things i must SHOW you ---------- should you truly wish to rule. ‘ 

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       bittersteel and bloodraven both loved shiera seastar, and the seven kingdoms bled. 

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Could you please reblog this if it is okay to ask you straight up if you want to ship?

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daenerys.

                     “   they hunted my blood , they painted their houses in targaryen red and they called us MAD . where was their loyalty then —————– would the find it now ?     ”   

                    now , she thinks , moving upright with her drink in hand , taking a heavy swig , vision hazing , slipping to one side and its filled with memory , and foresight . “   i want to be a queen .  ” listlessly , but she means what she says ; she’s been raised to never make herself small , and this was the biggest she could be , swollen to bursting with possibility .  she can almost feel the weight of the crown on her head ; she runs her nails through silver curls , hanging down past her breast.   

“    could i , be queen ?    ” not that shiera would tell her anything but : of course. daenerys refocuses , features hardening from their girlish revelry , into a woman forged on the fires of adversity ——- her world had been taken , and she wants it back. it fills her chest with white hot rage and it shows , molten silver running in veins through her lilac eyes. 

                        ‘ i was born after the last dragons had DIED. chained and fettered as they had been, our FAMILY bred them to ruin, tried to make them bend to human will. ‘

it is time for her to take her own drink, dornish fire racing through SEASALT veins. long fingers tighten around slender wrist at those words, that desire she watches bloom on royal face. in her mind’s eye she can see it: daenerys of house TARGARYEN, ramrod straight on the iron throne, amarinthine gaze alight on gathered crowds of lords and ladies bowing to their QUEEN. distant screeches and bursts of flame as dragons roam the lands once again. fire and blood.

she had simply needed daenerys to WANT it. to speak the words: i want to be a queen. now their work can truly begin: the sculpting of this unbridled fire into a woman fit to sit on the iron throne. lips curve into a grin as shiera leans back herself, moonlight skin and SEAFOAM hair thrown half into shadow as she takes a moment, reigns in her emotion, stills the urge to cry with elation.

                        ‘ i watched your dragons come into this world, daenerys. i have watched you grow from a timid child to a young woman UNBURNT by fire, unafraid of a world that wants you dead. if there is anyone alive today who could be queen, it is YOU. ‘ 

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daenerys.

                            “  dragons can not be caught or tamed .  ” 

                            as she speaks ; to answer the call of thunder , was a dragon’s wings — three pairs , shadows only seen as lightning strikes far away , and into the sea. she smiles at them , and then to shiera ; that they thrived in a world far from the rest , from prying eyes and politics, brought her unimaginable peace. she still dreams of her brief time in essos , before she’d been taken under the care of the star of the sea . 

                                   she sits on a lounge by the open door ; all walls had large windows , all spaces graced with openness and light . it was all to let the sea in , let the warmth of a late summer storm seep into her bones. she reaches for the wine once its offered, and smiles at its sweet taste, 

 “    do you think a targaryen will ever sit the throne again ?  ”

                        ‘ and YOU are a dragon, daenerys. ‘

she finds her own perch upon VELVETEEN chair, hiding yet another smile behind the lip of her goblet. silver, never gold, never garish, everything sparkles under the moonlight -- enhanced and not dulled by the grey sky. and then her gaze draws as well to the winged SHADOWS wheeling through the sky, their distant cries an ache in her heart, a yearning for times long gone.

but that question draws her back to reality, to a girl with guarded hope in her heart. a TRUEBORN targaryen, a gentle soul, ambitions not marred by greed or lust or vengeance. once again does shiera reach out to daenerys stormborn, mismatched eyes GLITTERING with each flash of lightning.

                        ‘ i believe so, yes. westeros is in disarray. the people are ready for a leader who has their interests at HEART. ‘

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it happens just as in her dreams.

the ice opens and swallows him WHOLE, a man wrapped in black fading to white. her horse balks as they approach the undulating mass of bodies SEETHING over ice and snow. with ethereal grace does she dismount, steps light over the frozen lake until it happens: jon snow SURGES from the opening he had created, his breath freezing, hair turning to ice. immediately her hands are on him and they are moving, deceptively STRONG arms dragging him away from the onslaught of the dead. 

                        ‘ jon snow !! ‘

melodic voice travels so CLEARLY through the chill, cutting across the snarls of the shambling army.  he is dead weight as she heaves him over the saddle. with a fearful look back at him, shiera turns, drawing her dagger across her hand. a shout as she scatters her BLOOD across the ice, and so does it shatter, buckling beneath the oncoming corpses, drawing them into the lake which had so NEARLY claimed jon snow’s life. 

in a moment is she back atop her mount, silver hair WHIPPED to the wind, praying to gods she no longer believes in that they make it to the wall before the young king FREEZES to death. 

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henlo friends pls like this if you want to plot / want a starter (except u maddy i’m already writing you one)