if they are monsters. than so am i.

priv. book based. daenerys targaryen.

[fireturnedflesh]

like for a starter of dany being kind and soft/sweet with your character. might be one line. might be multi para. i just want to write good things, after the shit-show last week and what we’re probably staring down this week.

[fireturnedflesh]

arya.

     ❛  I DON’T NEED Y’ help, your grace .. i know how to read HIGH VALYRIAN. ❜

                       “of course, my apologies,” with a hand held to her chest in mock self-recrimination, “what is it that you’re reading?”

[fireturnedflesh]

"Shh, save your breath. I'll take care of you."

injured and healer sentence starter. | @alldaddy

                      kindness in the face of this much pain shouldn’t make daenerys smile, it should not make her laugh --- and yet.  she coughs, a dry, rattling sound, blood fathers in the corner of her lips but she’s unafraid. 

this is not how a dragon dies. she’s survived many attempts on her life before, a knife between the ribs (low, shallow, blunt-edged weapon) is all but a familiar friend to the queen by now. 

                        “thank you,” she is softness against his razor-wire edge, but nonetheless veined in steel. daenerys targaryen would not die tonight, but that did not make any of this any less painful. it did not ebb the flow of blood. or slow the racing of her heart. 

“maybe i will rest my eyes ---”

[fireturnedflesh]

 “please, let me help you.”

[magnoliamemes-deactivated201906]

The injured and the healers.  Sentence starters.  (possible triggering content)

(injured)

“P-Please help me.  It hurts”

“It seems I’ve died and gone to heaven those wound were worse than I thought. At least I have a pretty angel by my side. Hello angel”

“I-I’m fine.  Just a flesh wound or okay a few flesh wounds”

“I can’t look. How bad is it? No wait,don’t tell me”

“Ow, ow don’t touch it!”

“Do you know how to properly care for the injured? You just don’t look very qualified, no offense” 

“DOCTOR. I NEED A DOCTOR”  

“I- I can’t feel anything. Why can’t I feel anything?”

“This can’t be happening”

“Thank you for helping me. Thank you so much”

“Sorry I think that’s my blood”

“You really are an angel. Thank you for saving me”

“It appears that I’ve been impaled but that’s okay. You should see the other guy”

“I just need some ice. A lot of ice”

“I can’t really sleep with all these bandages,  very constricting”  

“I was supposed to protect you and here you are saving me. I’m sorry”

“I don’t feel too good”

“WHY IS THE ROOM SPINNING?”

“How can you tell if you have a concussion?”

“You’re so gentle, no wonder you’re a healer”

“I NEED HEALING”

“Oh. I really hope that’s not my leg”

“Please stay awhile longer. I’m still be bit shaken”

“You’re not very gentle with the injured. OUCH”

“I want someone else to take care of me. You’re terrible”

“You’ve done enough stitching. Stop it”

“Wow.  It doesn’t hurt at all. You’re incredible”

(The healer:) 

“Please, I just want to help you”

“You’re hurt, come here!”

“Stop moving, it’ll only make it hurt more”

“It’s okay shhh i’m here”

“Does it hurt when I touch it”

“Don’t move, you’ve lost a lot of blood’

“Don’t get up,  you hit your head really hard”

“I’ll make the pain go away,  just hold on”

“How are you feeling? You’ve been out for days”

“I thought you were dead when I found you. You’re lucky to be alive”

“You need to stop being so reckless I’m tired of crying over you.  This is like the tenth time you’ve almost died in front of me”

“Stop hurting yourself”

“Please, I can’t lose you”

“C’mon, wake up. You’re okay now”

“You’re not dead, silly”

“What you did was very brave, stupid but brave”

“I’ll scold you when you’re healed up, okay?”

“Want me to kiss it better you big baby?”

“I’ll stay with you. I’m worried your wounds might open up again”

“What, not even going to thank me for saving your life?”

“No, no. You don’t have to pay me”

“I’m a doctor!”

“You’re going to be okay.”

“You poor thing, who did this to you?”

“Shhh, save your breath. I’ll take care of you”

“Healing is kinda my thing”

“Next time you’re hurt don’t expect me to help!”

“DON’T YOU DIE ON ME, YOU HEAR ME (NAME)”

[fireturnedflesh]

stranger.

The fires of R’hllor ran hot through his veins, flooding radiance and divinity through his being with every beat of his heart. His might was that of an army, his muscles unburdened by ache or fatigue. He did not tire. He did not falter. He did not YIELD.

Wicked blades and barbed arrowheads struck rich flesh and were turned away, shattering on impact. He could see the fear and understanding swirl in the black of their eyes, the men slowly coming to terms.

When leather soles struck the smooth bronze of the throne room, the stranger entered trailing no less than four of her guards, one going so far as to cling to his ankle in a desperate bid. He didn’t seem to notice their presence in the slightest, his gait smooth and strong and unfettered as he closed the distance between them.

With closer examination, it was simple enough to understand why his presence alone had caused such a terrible commotion outside the Great Pyramid. While the enigmatic man bore no apparent weaponry on his person, there was something to be said about the apparent corpse clutched tight in his grasp.

     “ My name is for you and you alone. “

No titles. No honor. She was no Queen of his.

     “ I request much from you, I know.        But I do not approach with idle hands. “

His fingers were clutched tight around the face of the lifeless figure, the man shaking off one of the ever persistent guards so that he could sling the body at her feet. It seemed to be a denizen of Mareen, swathed in a brightly colored tokar typically worn by the old blood.

     “ The Harpy. Your enemy. He is slain. “

His golden gaze lifted, twin suns coming to set on Her Radiance first, and then up, up, up as the draconic screeches continued to echo in the distance.

                                     let it be said that daenerys welcomed any and all into the ornate halls of her meereenese pyramid. sat, not on a throne, but the stone stairs that lead down to where this stranger now stands. prize in hand. 

a silver brow arches slowly, and as she rises to meet him, her guards trail a half step behind their queen. she’s earned their loyalty, and, if this gesture of goodwill meant anything, daenerys would work to earn his, too. 

outside, dragons roared, and echoes of them pooled in the lilac eyes transfixed on his. 

                                  “it seems i owe you a debt,” she lifts her hand, and the half-dozen armed men and advisors magnetized to her every move, shift away. she dismisses them, only after they’ve picked up the corpse at their feet.  her dragons would share in his bounty. 

“if you mean me no harm, then i see no harm in it. we may speak privately.” murmurs of protest filter through the onlooking crowd - what would people say of her, now? meeting in seclusion with a stranger capable of apparent violence. she is a dragon, and dragons are not afraid. 

this is her decision, and she won’t hear otherwise.

he could (and should) follow after the petite queen - the silver of her gown shifting in the candlelit halls that wind up towards her bedroom. only once they’ve entered, and she’s poured them each some wine, does daenerys turn back to look his way.

“who are you, and why have you chosen to help me as much as you have? i am grateful - make no mistake, but you must understand my caution in blindly trusting a stranger who has bought my time with blood.” a shriek pierces the night, and a great winged shadow lands on the stone outcropping of her patio. head snaking into the room to sniff at a tray of salted meats left out.

[fireturnedflesh]

a real shame that game of thrones stopped at seven seasons. 

[dementy-whatsits-blog]

“Knowledge is a weapon. I intend to be formidably armed.”

— Terry Goodkind, Temple of the Winds

[fireturnedflesh]

book canon. show influences. exclusive. private. daenerys targeryen.

[txrumpsta]

[devotedecay]

❥      NON - SEXUAL   ACTS   OF   DOMINANCE . 

feel free to edit or elaborate as you please .   ( add  ‘ reverse ‘  to your message if you’d like to see how my muse would perform the action ) . otherwise , send in one of these for my muse’s reaction to   …

[ lit ]  your muse lighting a cigarette , spliff , etc. for mine . 

[ order ]  your muse ordering for mine at a restaurant or bar .

[ guide ]  your muse putting a hand on mine’s back to lead them .

[ pay ]  your muse paying for mine at a store , bar , restaurant , etc . ( you can specify where or for what . )

[ open ]  your muse opening a door for mine .

[ dry ]  your muse drying mine off with a towel after a shower , bath , swimming , etc . 

[ instruct ]  your muse giving mine instructions / telling them what to do . 

[ groom ]  your muse adjusting mine’s appearance , such as straightening a tie , fixing their hair , or buttoning their shirt for them , etc . 

[ direct ]  your muse taking mine by the chin and telling them to look yours in the eye .

[ disagree ]  your muse sternly telling mine  ‘ no ‘ .

[ rest ]  your muse resting their arm over mine’s shoulder / s .

[ clean ]  your muse cleaning a smudge of something off mine’s cheek , forehead , etc .   feel free to specify what and how . 

[ answer ]  your muse answering a question meant for mine . 

[ coat ]   your muse holds mine’s coat out for them while they put it on .

[ pilot ]  your muse taking mine by the arm , hand , shoulder , etc . to lead them . 

[ stare ]  your muse staring mine down . 

[ placement ]  your muse telling mine to sit down .

[ teach ]  your muse taking control of mine’s hand , arm , hips , etc . to make sure they do something correctly .  

[ patience ]  your muse telling mine to be patient .

[ tears ]  your muse wiping away mine’s tears .

[ swat ]  your muse swatting mine’s hand away from something they’re not supposed to touch .  

[ jewelry  ]  your muse clasping a piece of jewelry for mine , such as a necklace , or earrings . 

[ enough ]  your muse commanding mine to stop talking . 

[ retrieve ]  your muse requesting or ordering mine to retrieve them something .

[ invite ]  your muse inviting mine to sit on their lap .

[ lean ]  your muse inviting mine to lean into their side while they’re sitting or laying together . 

[ calm ]   your muse telling mine to  ‘ just breathe ‘ .

[ scold ]  your muse scolding mine for something .

[ comfort ]  your muse pulling mine into a reassuring hug .

[ approval ]  your muse complimenting mine on a choice they’ve made .

[ beckon ]  your muse beckoning mine to them without speaking . 

[ laces ]  your muse lacing , tying , or zipping something for mine , such as shoes , a dress , or a jacket , etc .

[ stay ]  your muse telling mine to stay in the car . 

[ defend ]  your muse defending mine’s reputation , dignity , or safety for them . 

[ feed ]  your muse feeding mine something , feel free to specify what .

[ volume ]  your muse demanding mine speak louder .

[ read ]  your muse reading something to mine .

[ refill ]  your muse refilling mine’s glass for them . 

[ possessive ]  your muse resting their hand on mine’s leg or the small of their back while they’re sitting beside each other . 

[discardedjedirobe]

You ask, why can you not rest? My darling, the universe needs you. You are too important to let sleep.

( please hold on. )

[musingmeme-blog]

beep beep how’s my portrayal ?

[firstratearsonist-deactivated20]

i’m stronger than this. i have to be stronger than this. there is no room for weakness, not here, not anywhere.

[fireturnedflesh]

she took yunkai, astapor, meereen - the cities fell to her, the masters paid for their crimes in fire and blood.

                              daenerys targaryen, queen of the three, reigning over the bay of dragons from the majesty of her pyramid. people are more amenable to a foreign rule when they’re granted freedom - when their chains are broken and those that would hurt them die SCREAMING. she is the dragon’s wrath, the dragon’s ruin; but she is also the peace when the dust settles, she is the comfort of a dawning sun after a long, dark night

exhaustion plagues her, settles and tangles between her thin shoulders, cuts a shadow into the dip of her brows.  she wears it well, however, doesn’t let her smile falter where anyone can see; queenhood ran deep in the young targaryen’s blood. she knew how to rule, if only from the echoes of a dynasty long since dead.

today has stretched on unendingly; there are murmurs of an uprising, claimants that deny the right of her sovereign leadership, and there are still those who’d ask for her to reopen the fighting pits - she has no right to strip away the culture of the people of meereen. dissent is to be expected, all things considered, daenerys knows that, but that doesn’t make her acceptance of it come any more easily.

she had not anticipated to hear the commotion on the steps outside. a man has charged forth through her guards - incapacitating, instead of killing, and there are hurried shouts when she makes her way down to the open hall that holds her throne.  

he is powerful. they’re struggling to stop him, and daenerys barks an order in valyrian, her mother tongue lashing out, more of serpent than a dragon just then, but they both have fangs.

“let him speak.” punctuated by the shriek of two dragons beyond the door, and the thunder of another’s wings above the pyramid (likely looking to roost on the ornate patio outside of her room). her eyes are sharp, curious, and when she steps closer to him, her guards fall into flank.

“who are you? and what’s brought you before the queen so urgently?”

@gcdking

[memesforu-blog]

Kidnapped Starters

“Shut your mouth or you’ll never see the light of day again.” “If they’d hurry up with the ransom, I wouldn’t have to keep you as long.” “Stop squirming.” “Scream to your heart’s content, Princess. No one can hear us out here.” “Not sure I’m ready to let you go just yet. It’s too much fun watching you suffer.” “I’m sorry, what was that? It’s hard to hear you with that thing in your mouth.” “Shh, keep quiet for just a little longer. We’re almost there.” “Aww, you’re actually trying to run away with tied hands and feet. That’s so cute.” “That should keep you nice and quiet.”  “It’s a shame that no one cares enough to come to the rescue.” “Has anyone ever told you that you’re the perfect hostage? It’s incredible.” “Being tied to a chair suits you.” “Don’t scream. Everyone will hear.” “Sorry I had to snatch you. Didn’t exactly have a choice in the matter. Comfortable enough?”  “Where the hell do you think you’re going?” “Mommy and Daddy can’t save you from me, sweetheart. We’re all alone in here.” ”If I take my hand away, are you going to scream again?” “There, nice and tight. No way to get out of that.” “Try and bite me again. One more time. Come on…” “Okay, I’m going to take out the gag and you’re going to tell me what I want to know. Scream and it goes back in with more stuffing. Understand?” “I’m not going to hurt you. Just cooperate.” “Guess snooping really doesn’t do any good, huh?” “Stop struggling!” “Give up already. The ties aren’t going to loosen.” “No way the blindfold’s coming off.” “Do you prefer zip ties or electrical tape? No reason not to be a gentleman about a kidnapping.”  “Sh, sh, sh, stop kicking.” “Ankles together. I’m not going to tell you again.” “Talk or I’ll make you.” “Do you want to die?” “Mmph isn’t a word, darling. You’re going to have to speak more clearly.” “Get in the car or I’ll shoot.” “Scared? That’s good. You should be.” “Stop crying. It’s pathetic.” “Like knives?”  

[rubyredwisp]

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