DRAGON HEART.

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            MAIN STREET,  BIRCH STREET, HIGGINS DRIVE

                                                               COBALT LANE

                              (     private Canon Divergent Jessica Jones || netlfix based.      )

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This seems to be the new style of promos, but also I’m so fucking tired to actually make a cool shitty promo so here I am to make a goddamn post about it.

I’m new to the Marvel community as well as the Jessica Jones series. Please like/reblog if you’re willing to roleplay with a new Jessica Jones blog and I’ll check your blog out, thank you!!

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i haven’t watched the finale of the walking dead and if my fave character dies i will literally punch a wall !!! if daryl or glenn or maggie or rick or carl or carol or michonne dies you can get i will punch a wall im going 2 cry

in other news, game of thrones will be showing again when i’ll be taking my exams and woW LIFE IS GREAT

in other other news, I’m sorry for the lack of activity on this blog!! I’ll try to be online as much as I can but I cannot guarantee it. However, if you wish to stay in contact with me, I’ve got skype | snapchat and my other blogs I’m on. Mutuals are free to ask for one of those if you wish so. Thank you!!

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      ‘ I believe that your saying is not quite the right decision. ’

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like for a small thing

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Game of Thrones + Costume Details | ©

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starter call.

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podstye.

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          Podrick glanced up at the young woman’s voice, pausing briefly as the question hung for a moment in the silence between them before responding.   “   Podrick Payne, my Lady… Er– your Grace,   ”   Podrick looked up quickly to gauge her expression, hoping that he hadn’t offended her. He had been told that she was a queen. Rightful heir to the Iron Throne. Of course, there was no lack of similar claims out there, but Podrick had no hand in these. He no longer held an allegiance to the Lannisters that currently gripped control of the throne - his allegiance had been to Tyrion, though of course he had severed his ties in an efficient way. Podrick, too, had no affiliation with the Starks, beyond that he and Brienne had searched high and low for the Stark girls for far too long a time to measure properly. He did however pride himself in his manners, and was determined to find favor with this young queen - however distrustful of him she was. He couldn’t blame her, after all.    “    I’m afraid my manners have failed me for the time being, I apologize,    ”    added Podrick, though scarce a second had passed. He held no intention of offending whom they had called the mother of dragons.

        ‘  Podrick, do tell your means of being here.  ’   Jorah had told her the Lannisters had taken over the Iron Throne ; that her throne was no longer hers but the Lannisters. That they had suspicions and knowledge about the mother of dragons. she was well wary of all things and rumors happening in Slaver’s Bay, but also in Kings Landing.

               she praises all that does not last — the sodden snow that followed, blinked under the weak sun and slowly shuffled home ; when the crows lit in the woods. This was her life ( but also theirs ) would she ever admit so ? not a slight bit. They will, one by one, pieces by pieces, gather near theember as breath exhaled into the cold night air hands longer than seems possible. It was the darkness rising by the minute ; the war she felt in her veins ; it was coming all together, when they will come after her.

                Amethyst eyes widened in fear, sooner or later relaxed — this was a duty of a queen, but she needed yet to learn what a QUEEN truly means.   ‘  has the Lannisters sent you here ?  ’

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@dragcnbred ❤ ’s JANE FOSTER GINNUNGAGAP

             The same high grasses that lapped at bare feet and horse hooves ignored Its presence. Dothraki warriors, who would have torn a mortal’s head straight from her shoulders, were blind to the shadow-suffused figure traipsing through their camp. No earth crunched beneath its dainty feet. No air carried its tasteless breath. 

             Without allowing her a word, they’d bound the Silver Queen’s hands from the fabric of her own gown and holed her inside a tent which they guarded at all sides. 

            Nothing in all the cosmos could prepare her for sickle-shaped claws peeling open the walls of her prison…or the fragile figure with two dead suns in place of eyes that slipped inside. Only silence dared travel alongside It, muting even the most tempestuous of winds outside. It said nothing, but lifted a single rock-crusted claw; flicking the air in reference to her barbaric restraints. 

        it was like she had lost herself in this land. like the greater power had consumed her and taken her in on its little secrets. She was in-between the good and the evil ; as if she couldn’t even reign in her ownthoughts — she was too innocent, she had pity for those who were slaves, for those who suffered a lot.

        She MARRIED a Dohtraki leader, hence she shall be a queen they DESERVE. A queen that shall reign and gave no mercy but the deserving to those who treated others with SLAVERY –– she will free them all, with everything she has got. Her emotions and actions were out of control, she needed guidance –––– she needed Jorah. –––– It was as if, without him, her mind was invaded by little creatures dancing around and having their party of their lives. And she needed to get her thoughts in place, but not like this.

        with her amethysteyes illuminating the aura around them. a female before her, no words removing from her lips; a shy and quiet type, the Silver Queen raised an eyebrow as her lips part   ‘ do tell your means of being here.  ’

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HARRY POTTER.

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       ‘  I… did you just say Queen of Meeran? Meereen?  ’  there was a flash of bewilderment on his face as he looks at her, eyes wide and mouth fallen open. a QUEEN was holding him hostage? where even was this place of Meereen she speaks of? more questions seem to pile up leaving him breathless as he attempts to calm his frantically beating heart. nothing of which she had just said, nothing around him even looked familiar. there’s a bob of his adam’s apple as he gulps, slowly reigning in his erratic emotions. 

       Harry lets his fingers unclasp from around his wands, instead coming to rest upon his lap to tug at the strings sticking out of his pants.   ‘ I’m NOT lying, I swear. I’d make an oath to you, but I fear of what you and your companions would do to me once I even make a gesture and use even a touch of magic before you. What will you do to me? Where will I stay? What will happen?  ’ the questions come off more calmly than the last batch, eyes looking expectantly at the Queen.

        his question flowing like the river once more -- could she even TRUST him ? could she TRUST the use of magic ? there has been enough of those spells that she witnessed. She’s suffered ENOUGH and now, she remains being a QUEEN and doing what queen’s are supposed to do. her lips part,   ‘  You’re in Slaver’s Bay in Essos, Harry Potter. Do you even know where your magic had brought you ?  ’

        her brow raised within her question; as for his sudden outburst of questions once more, it was even more suspicious to even THINK he wanted to try off a magic trick when he did not know where his OWN magic had brought him to. An English man who’s a sorcerer, using his magic to poof himself in a land far far away, ruled by a QUEEN that he not knew of.   ‘  You will stay here, in Meereen as a prisoner.  ’   his other questions remained UNANSWERED, as it invaded her privacy to even SPEAK of it.

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CHIZURE.

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               ❝ HE THINKS NOTHING WOULD happen since he considered himself && his workers to be like gods; strong. he also thought we were well-hidden. ❞ she states with a calm tone, not blinking once as she puts a hand on her pale cheek.

               ❝ my name is chizure, someone who was born death but alive; immortal. ❞ her name was a lie, but everyone referred to her as monster. michiru guessed no one would know her true name. her mother is long-dead anyways && shao-ye had her buried somewhere unknown.

               ❝ don’t really care what happens to him. i’m merely here because he wants to. ❞

        her name, her personality, her words - everything about her sounded off and Khaleesi couldn’t help but ask her handmaiden and guards to search over the female’s history, or at least anything known about her. She may be telling the truth - be its story behind the girls’ truth leaving her lips sounded odd and DIFFERENT from all the tales she had heard.

        ‘  you are unloyal to your own master, and why’s that ?  ’   a master would HANG their servants against the sun and order them to watch it until their eyes burn in the heat and its lenses break, along with the eye itself. However, this other female, ( chizure ) had a different perspective of her master - as if he was ... an asshole.   ‘  tell me about yourself. about your immortal life.  ’

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UNKNOWN.

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      “Does that kind of thing ever really work, though?” She wasn’t in the most positive of moods, or maybe she would’ve quite liked the quote. Maybe wrote it down, kept it in her pocket and put it up in her classroom. But right now, one could tell from the tears on her face and the shakiness of her small body, that she wasn’t at all in that kind of mood. Hands rubbed at already red eyes, quietly looking at the other. “Wh-Who are you?” After all, it wasn’t often that all random strangers came over to help a random crying girl.

        ‘  it does.  ’     she smiled brightly at the female before her. Dany could remember the time she had helped the poor. She had brought LIGHT to them when all was DARK; shadows crept along the alleys, children crying with pain seeing as their mothers were brought away from them ( sometimes, their mothers would never return. ) , their fathers going into war or having to stay home with their family and attempting to feed them. now, she had her hand on the other female’s shoulder,   ‘  Daenerys Targaryen. and who might you be ?  ’

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UNKNOWN.

hm!

         " I am not hiding “ he says and steps outside. Stiles blinks before he brushes long fingers through the rather short messy hair. ” I didn’t mean to bother you, my apologies. It was nothing but my bad curiosity. My mom always said that it would kill me one day and who knows, maybe he was right. “

        ‘  if you hid there, and I wasn’t here; another being could have harmed you from behind.  ’   eyebrows fell so did her lips, she didn’t mean to hurt his feelings ( that was if he was about to tell her about his mother’s words about death. )   ‘  better keep out of these woods, especially at night.  ’

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UNKNOWN.

( DIVINE INTERVENTION. )

CONCERN is not exactly what the goddess would call it, though perhaps it is; she’d rather not find the tattered remains of someone so beautiful in an alley, soiled && corrupted, or the divine sight forced into a life of sin (her group has RULES against such a mon- strous act, a speck of morality left in devilish minds.) even so, the corner of her lips pull into a small smirk, leader of hellish men now leaning on her elbows. 

                    ‘ lived ‘ere as long as                     i can remember, girly, ‘

what a LIE. a country town girl, small population && quiet scenes (what the trees && walls know, they’ll never say, for it’d break the image of PEACE; the expense of ones innocence be damned.) 

          ‘ got th’scars an’everythin’ t’prove it, ‘xcept           i doubt y’wanna hear ‘bout that. SCARY SHIT,           i tell ya, what some people will do for fun.           what are y’doin’ ‘ere, anyway? don’t look           like yer from ‘round ‘ere, an’i’ve never seen ya. ‘

        and she was not from here but from another WEALTHY country; where people learned how to speak with correct English accent’s and COMPLETE words; streets full of people and houses as grand as a celebrities; city lights shinning onto the lake’s reflection and people speaking in every path she encountered.

          This land ... it was different. small population and quiet scenes -- it could be said more or less, suspicious and a deadly quite of a town. It did not, however, fear her.nothing could fear the young divined female. Daenerys gulped and smiled at the female after an exhale escapes her pale lips.   ‘  Do tell me of the stories around here, about your scars. I’d love to know, if you’re fine with speaking of it, of course. I’m a long way from home. ’

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HARRY POTTER.

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      emerald eyes once lit with the desperate sense of hope darken, long, thin fingers flexing on the fabric of his cloak. his shoulders slump in defeat and relief once the overbearing glares from the other occupants leave him with their… queen, was she? she sure acts like one, and holds herself up in a way that reminds him of some pureblooded cocky wanker. his lips part, tongue darting out to quickly wet drying lips as he regards her questions. he was in no position to deny her, and there was no doubt in his mind that if he tried running they’d grow hostile and attempt to take him down in no time.  ‘ my name is Harry Potter. ’  he speaks slowly, carefully, waiting for some type of recognition to light up her eyes. it’d give him a clue at the very least, let him know if these people actually knew of his own.

          if none was shown then would Harry really panic.   ‘ I come from Britain, and as you already know – I’m a wizard. Who are you? What do you want from me? Where are we? What’s going to happen to me?  ’  as if unleashed each question is quickly fired off as he glances around the room their in before training his eyes back onto the woman before him. she was a curious thing – hair reminding him vaguely of a veela. she has the looks, yes, though the lack of allure hitting him was a reminder that he really didn’t know who or what this woman was. he had to remain wary, cautious around her in order to ensure he’d survive to see his own war through.

        ‘  I will not harm you, Harry Potter. There isn’t any need of panic.  ’   that was if he did not engage to anything too harmful. his name did not ring a bell in her mind ( wizards weren't quite known, after all. ) questions leaving hips lips gave her a feeling of his panic; perhaps she had seemed or came off as intimidating. she gave off that figure at most times, that is how a queen was suppose to act right ? –– intelligent, independent, intimidating; that is of what she had learned while ruling with Drogo and her own experience in Meereen.

        Britain had sounded faintly familiar, another land that was BARELY known to anyone in the Seven Kingdoms. she takes a small breath, lifts herself up from her seat and walks around, getting herself her own drink in her hand. She takes a glimpse of him, eyebrow raised in interest; he was lost as he knew nothing of her - not even her name.   ‘  Daenerys Targaryen, Queen of Meereen. I do not want anything from you, Harry Potter. Rumors have been going around about black magic, and I forbid such thing in my country, I think you can take the hint from there; and thus why you’re here. No harm will come if only truth shall you speak of.  ’

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i come on here while i watch GoT but my dash is just ?? very interesting ???