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𝙏𝙧𝙪𝙚  𝙥𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧  𝙞𝙨  𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙮  𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮   𝗤𝗨𝗜𝗘𝗧    ••●⸻   　  𖤓  　  ⸻ ●••   𝙞  𝙖𝙢  𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖙𝖆𝖇𝖑𝖊  𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚  𝙩𝙝𝙚  𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜  𝙤𝙛  𝙩𝙝𝙚  𝙨𝙪𝙣.

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                        #   𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑   , They   taught   us   to   fight   our   dragons   so   we   would   never   forget   what   it   means   to   be   prey.   To   feel   teeth   at   your   throat   and   know   that   survival   is   not   owed   to   you.   I   did   not   resent   that   lesson.   Now,   when   I   stand   in   a   room   full   of   men   who   believe   themselves   powerful,   I   feel   the   same   thing   I   felt   in   the   Hollow   Pyre   —   their   hunger,   their   arrogance,   their   certainty.   And   I   remember   exactly   how   to   survive   it.

𓆰𓆪 heavily   private   ,   selective   ,   mutually   exclusive.   an   𝗢𝗥𝗜𝗚𝗜𝗡𝗔𝗟   𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗘𝗥   portrayal   dedicated   to   the   study   of   𝙎𝙤𝙫𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙚𝙡𝙮𝙧𝙖 𝙑𝙝𝙖𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙨   ,   a   valyrian   dragonlord   facing   prejudice   and   classism   with   a   burgeoning   diverse   and   unique   lore   .   fantasy   ,   𝑹𝑶𝒀𝑨𝑳𝑻𝒀   &   𝑪𝑹𝑶𝑾𝑵𝑺   ,   intrigue   ,   𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐬   *&   𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒   ,   magic ,   and   high   court   .   𝐃𝐍𝐈   :   𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆   𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓   ahead   pertaining   to   heavy   ,   𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑽𝒀   violence   ,   gore   ,   and   dark   vivid   imagery   associated   with   𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐍𝐒  &   𝑻𝑯𝑬   𝑽𝑰𝑶𝑳𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬   𝑶𝑭   𝑻𝑯𝑬   𝑫𝑹𝑨𝑮𝑶𝑵.     * versus are or will be available for asoiaf  ,     game of thrones ,      house of the dragon ,     and a knight of the seven kingdoms respectfully.

⠀⠀𝐈.  𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐃 ⠀ 𝐈𝐈.  𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐒 ⠀ 𝐈𝐈𝐈.  𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 ⠀ 𝐈𝐕.  𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐁𝐎𝐀𝐑𝐃

𝗔      𝗦𝗧𝗨𝗗𝗬      𝗜𝗡 . . .      𝙋𝙊𝙒𝙀𝙍  𝙄𝙎  𝙋𝙀𝙍𝙁𝙐𝙈𝙀  𝘼𝙉𝘿  𝙋𝙀𝙍𝙁𝙐𝙈𝙀  𝙄𝙎  𝙋𝙊𝙒𝙀𝙍      ,      𝙎𝘾𝙀𝙉𝙏  𝘼𝙎  𝙈𝙀𝙈𝙊𝙍𝙔  ❟  𝙎𝘾𝙀𝙉𝙏  𝘼𝙎  𝘽𝙊𝙉𝘿  ❟  𝙎𝘾𝙀𝙉𝙏  𝘼𝙎  𝘾𝙊𝙉𝙏𝙍𝙊𝙇      ,      the  quiet  violence  of  refinement      ,      dominance  without  declaration      ,      𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘  𝐀𝐒  𝐀𝐋𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐘  𝐀𝐍𝐃  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅  𝐀𝐒  𝐀  𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐀      ,      𝖌𝖎𝖗𝖑𝖍𝖔𝖔𝖉   𝖇𝖚𝖗𝖓𝖊𝖉   𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖔   𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖗𝖎𝖔𝖗𝖍𝖔𝖔𝖉      ,      the rite of survival as a sacrament      ,      𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙣 𝙗𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙚𝙙      ,      the  monstrous  daughter  whose  edges  rounded  but  never  healed      ,      the  princess  IS  the  dragon      ,      𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝖔𝖑𝖉 𝖌𝖔𝖉𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖓𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖑𝖊𝖋𝖙      ,      𝐓𝐖𝐎  𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃𝐒  𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐀𝐓  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐓      ,      𝙎𝙄𝙇𝙆  𝘼𝙉𝘿  𝘼𝙎𝙃  ,  empire  and  exile      ,      𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐓𝐎  𝐍𝐄𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑  𝐀𝐍𝐃  𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄  𝐓𝐎  𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐇      ,      the  language  of  dragons      ,      𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄  𝐀𝐒  𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐆𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍  ,  𝐍𝐎𝐓  𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄      ,      𝒕𝒐  𝒃𝒆  𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒏  𝒃𝒚  𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕  𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆      ,      loneliness  as  a  form  of  power .

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so, anyway, they all posed nasty before murdering everyone. someone inspired me to start playing again.

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So   long   as   [my   husband]   is   kind   and   gentle   and   noble,         I   know   that   I   shall   love   him.

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So   long   as   [my   husband]   is   kind   and   gentle   and   noble,         I   know   that   I   shall   love   him.

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So   long   as   [my   husband]   is   kind   and   gentle   and   noble,         I   know   that   I   shall   love   him.

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if I made a Rhaena 👉🏾👈🏾

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However, her beauty matured as she grew older, and its was said that she was more beautiful at age seventy than at age seventeen.

this is about Elaena, and it itches my brain for some reason. in a good way, mind you.

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I know it's only me, but this is immediately who comes to mind. This woman is gorgeous to me, but, also, the way she does her mouth. It was said she frowned or had a serious face more often than not (I would too if I was trapped in a palace by my bitch ass brother).

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However, her beauty matured as she grew older, and its was said that she was more beautiful at age seventy than at age seventeen.

this is about Elaena, and it itches my brain for some reason. in a good way, mind you.

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We could be having children right now , but y'all not offering to carry them like sea horses is wild.

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Can I say that Sovana loves to have somebody between her legs?? Especially on their knees and tongue ready for her??

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- - - why would the gods leave you?

mīsvos: means armour in valyrian. semi-selective, book / show and headcanon based VALARR TARGARYEN from A KNIGHT OF THE SEVEN KINGDOMS. 21+ only. AU, OC and Crossover friendly. Mature themes in writings.

Please see rules / starter prompts / verses / discord available on request

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                        #   𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑   , They   taught   us   to   fight   our   dragons   so   we   would   never   forget   what   it   means   to   be   prey.   To   feel   teeth   at   your   throat   and   know   that   survival   is   not   owed   to   you.   I   did   not   resent   that   lesson.   Now,   when   I   stand   in   a   room   full   of   men   who   believe   themselves   powerful,   I   feel   the   same   thing   I   felt   in   the   Hollow   Pyre   —   their   hunger,   their   arrogance,   their   certainty.   And   I   remember   exactly   how   to   survive   it.

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oh man, today is such a meh day and I've been hit with the ‘ my blog sucks ’ bs today. gotta love those days.

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[COVERED IN BLOOD] Perhaps the world is slightly brighter having me in it.

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@dracometer liked for a starter It was a dream of every Targaryen that their egg would be the one to hatch, that they would be the one who had the honor of the powerful omen and proven to be a “true Targaryen,” whatever that meant. Two eye colours and neither purple and dark hair despite the silver-gold streak he was born with. It was known how people said he and his father were more a red sun pierced with a golden spear than they were a dragon but Valarr only bore the name of one and only had one sigil covering his shield.

Hands clutched the egg in his hand, the most previous thing ever known to him and the first gift given. Valarr knew it more than he knew parts of himself and could recall the eggs description in vivid detail by word and sight in mere seconds. “I have prayed to all the Seven that my egg will hatch one day, that it shall be the first and how I would take flight on my brown dragon, that the sun would catch on the silver on its body and people would come to see that as the signifier of my house.” Without it, Valarr felt no less Valyrian or no less a Targaryen and was sure of himself and his lineage but to ride a dragon, one who had been with you since your own birth was more than a dream.

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Her gaze drifts to the egg cradled in his hands, and lingers there. He holds it as one might hold a newborn, careful, reverent, almost afraid to breathe too sharply against it. He is not ill-suited to dragonback, she decides. Nor to the act of taming. There is instinct in the way he handles it, but instinct is not enough.

There is always a cost. Magic takes its pound of flesh, whether the wielder understands it or not. He does not. Not yet. He does not even realize that placing the egg within a cradle is the simplest tether there is, the oldest trick of binding babe to beast. It works, for better or worse.

❛ stop. ❜ The word cuts cleanly through the quiet. She pauses, then turns her head to look at him over her shoulder, expression narrowing with faint irritation. ❛ praying, I mean. your foreign gods forsake the arcane, valarr. ❜ What does he think he is doing, pouring love and hope and quiet devotion into something that answers to none of those things? An egg does not heed prayers. A dragon does not bend to gods.

For all his pride in his Valyrian blood, there is so little of it in him where it matters. In his father. In his father’s father. It is not in the coloring, not in silver hair or pale eyes. It is deeper than that, something carried in thought, in language, in the marrow itself. Even a Targaryen bastard raised in Volantis or Lys would have understood. Would have known what this was, what it might have demanded. He has the countenance of a prince. The will of one, perhaps. But she has seen men like him before. Knights dressed in righteousness, mistaking privilege for purpose, devotion for understanding. Her gaze peirces through him, but no less cutting.

❛ is this the extent of your will? skoros ñuhor ao perzys ikso? (where is your fire?) ❜

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𝙇𝙄𝙁𝙀 / 𝘿𝙀𝘼𝙏𝙃 / 𝙇𝙄𝙁𝙀

A person who represents the mysteries and inner workings of the world's forces; a person who has destiny at their back, a person wielding their understanding like a weapon. A person who cycles through rebirths and deaths, growing ever more clever.

tagged by: @letsdoscmethingwicked , @ntrgyn .

tagging: @northborn , @iorves , @seascarred , @septogram .

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Sovana being a good, responsible person until you put daggers in her hands, and suddenly, she's the most unhonorable creature on two legs. idk. noticing how certain scents can overwhelm the nervous system long enough to get a dagger to the throat is so satisfying. her character flaw is her barely leashed sadism only brought out by being the most annoying person a poor knight has to deal with.