DRAGONS PLANT NO TREES.

i know she is proud. how not? what else was left her but pride? i know she is strong. how not? the dothraki despise weakness. if daenerys had been weak, she would have perished with viserys. i know she is fierce. independent and selective book - based DAENERYS TARGARYEN of a song of ice and fire. written by rain

[fyrmine]

" fools who run their mouths off wind up dead. " ( hamilton starters )

HIS   DISTASTE   FOR   HER   IS   AUDIBLE.    more  than  that,  she  tastes  it  in  the  words  he  spits.  he  is  little  more  than  a  child:  odd,  given  he  is  no  more  than  a  year  her  younger.  yet  she  feels  like  a  woman,  and  he,  not  a  man.  with  such  scorn  for  sage  words  from  those  far  wiser  than  she.  with  such  scorn  for  even  his  own  intelligence,  pushed  down  in  favour  of  vile  defences.  she  frowns,  and  speaks  her  own  words  to  meet  her.  her  time  as  a  meek  and  receding  flower  is  done. 

❛   and  what  of  the  fools  who  do  not  listen  to  their  words?  they,  more  than  their  advisers,  are  the  ones  who  end  up  dead.   ❜   she  inclines  her  head  gently,  silver  hair  obscuring  the  contours  of  her  cheek  bones.   ❛   haven’t  you  heard?  kings  are  dying  all  over  the  world.   ❜   not  only  in  westeros.  even  her  sun  and  stars  has  been  taken  from  her  by  grasping,  desperate  hands.  even  her  would - be  stallion,  the  little  prince - come - king  who  would  mount  the  world.

this  is  not  a  world  for  kings. 

LOCALE:      HAMILTON      —      OPEN.FOR:      @foolsgoldt    —      JOFFREY BARATHEON.

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THE IDLER WHEEL  …  SENTENCE STARTERS    :    lyrics taken from fiona apple’s album    ‘  the idler wheel is wiser than the driver of the screw and whipping cords will serve you more than ropes will ever do  .  ‘

‘  that’s where the pain comes in like a second skeleton tryin’ to fit beneath the skin.  ‘

‘  what does she think of me?  ‘

‘  it’s got to be somebody else’s fault. i can’t get caught.  ‘

‘  the rib is the shell and a heart is the yolk and i just made a meal for us both to choke on.  ‘

‘  i just wanna feel everything.  ‘

‘  if we had a double-king-sized bed we could move in it and i’d soon forget.  ‘

‘  my heart’s made of parts of all that surround me and that’s why the devil just can’t get around me.  ‘

‘  every single night’s a fight.  ‘

‘  i don’t feel anything until i smash it up.  ‘

‘  and all i want’s a confidante to help me laugh it off.  ‘

‘  don’t let me ruin me. i may need a chaperone.  ‘

‘  give me what you got in your mind in the middle of the night.  ‘

‘  maybe you let me look out for you, protect what i found in you, and never let it starve.  ‘

‘  and i will try hard to hold onto you with open arms.  ‘

‘  that’s all i’ll do ‘cause i’m not free, a fugitive too dull to flee.  ‘

‘  i’m amorous but out of reach.  ‘

‘  i stand no chance of growing up. i’ve made my peace, i’m dead, i’m done.  ‘

‘  i watch you live to have my fun.  ‘

‘  i root for you, i love you. you. you, you, you.  ‘

‘  kiss me while i calculate and calibrate and, heaven’s sake, don’t make me explain.  ‘

‘  just tolerate my little fist tugging on your forest chest.  ‘

‘  i don’t wanna talk about anything.  ‘

‘  anything and anyone that you have done has gotta be alright with me.  ‘

‘  i was still a dewy petal rather than a moribund slut.  ‘

‘  my love wrecked you. you left to twirl your skirt at the palace.  ‘

‘  it hurt more than it ought to hurt. i went to work to cultivate a callus.  ‘

‘  and now i’m hard, too hard to know.  ‘

‘  i don’t cry when i’m sad anymore.  ‘

‘  how can i ask anyone to love me when all i do is beg to be left alone?  ‘

‘  i could liken you to a werewolf the way you left me for dead, but i admit that i provided a full moon.  ‘

‘  i could liken you to a shark the way you bit off my head, but then again i was waving around a bleeding open wound.  ‘

‘  you are such a super guy ‘til the second you get a whiff of me.  ‘

‘  we can still support each other, all we gotta do’s avoid each other.  ‘

‘  they throw good parties there.  ‘

‘  all that loving must’ve been lacking something if i got bored trying to figure you out.  ‘

‘  you let me down. i don’t even like you anymore at all.  ‘

‘  he found a prettier girl than me with a more even-tempered air. and if he wants her, he should get her, ‘cause i think he thinks she’s worth it.  ‘

‘  there’s nothing wrong as long as he’s learning.  ‘

‘  remember how i asked you ‘why are you so mean?’ you didn’t know how to react to being seen.  ‘

‘  i tried to be your friend. you made me ashamed so i’m getting even.  ‘

‘  remember when i was so sick and you didn’t believe me? then you got sick too and guess who took care of you? you hated that, didn’t you?  ‘

‘  now when you look at me you’re condemned to see the monster your mother made you to be.  ‘

‘  i kept touching my neck to guide your eye to where i wanted you to kiss me when we find some time alone.  ‘

‘  and then we can do anything we want.  ‘

‘  then you remind me that i wanted you to kiss me when we find some time alone.  ‘

‘  if i’m butter, then he’s a hot knife.  ‘

‘  if i get a chance i’m gonna show him that he’s never gonna need another.  ‘

‘  you can relax around me.  ‘

‘  maybe he could teach me something. maybe i could teach him, too.  ‘

‘  even just to reach is a triumph. now, i really got a hold on you.  ‘

[fyrmine]

what  up  homies!

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       LIFE  IS  PAIN.       HOPE   FAILS.       now   you   understand.

SYLVANAS    WINDRUNNER    of    WARCRAFT   written  by   RAVEN.

[aegon]

The Great Houses of Westeros. 

Happy Birthday to the darling @house-martell! ❤️

[fyrmine]

❝   it  is  the  burden  of  a  ruler,  or...  so  i  am  told.   ❞

she  has  never  been  very  good  at  it:  keeping  her  emotions  out  of  decision  making  and  free  free  her  features.  when  she  saw  the  bones  of  a  child  laid  at  her  feet  she  could  not  contain  her  gasp,  nor  had  she  been  able  to  condemn  ser  jorah  to  the  death  a  traitor  surely  deserves.  when  she  was  a  khaleesi  and  not  a  queen,  everything  was  to  be  laid  bare:  she  would  love  and  ride  all  in  the  open.  when  anyone  questioned  her,  told  her  people  would  receive  her  commands  as  weakness,  as  annoyance,  that  people  would  not  love  her...  she  struggled  to  care. 

many  in  meereen  did  not  love  her.  they  loved  her  dragons  and  her  floppy  ears.  they  loved  their  traditions  and  her  willingness  to  bend  to  them.  

dany  shakes  her  head,  dismissing  the  thought.   ❝   there  is  no  need  for  you  to  be  silent,  here.   ❞

@reekcd   ------   cont.

[fyrmine]

ancient dragon   ------   (   venomscaled !   )

                                                 @fyrmine

she care    not    for the dragon riders of    OLD    , dragoness was older than their culture. she had watched them    rise    , she had watched them be devoured by    molten  flames    alongside their    pets    . nagini recognized the smell of    DRAGONS    , she heard    dragon  blood    flow throug the human’s veins.                still  she  does  not  care                 horns errect,    a  soft    growl    left sworded snout. she was not her mother, nagini’s mother was  FIRE  ;  her father    death    . she was a    WINGED  REAPER    .

this  is  where  drogon  has  brought  her?  but  why,  what  is  here?  there  is  only  bones  and  dust  and  grasses  as  far  as  the  eye  can  see.  or  so  she  thinks,  at  first,  ‘til  she  shadow  crosses  over  her.  dany  slowly  turns,  thinking  for  a  moment  that  the  moon  has  crossed  over  the  sun  and  drenched  the  world  in  darkness.  but  that  is  not  it.  before  her,  the  dragon  rears,  maw  ebbing  forward,  and  the  scoff  earns  a  wisp  of  hot  air  that  captures  dany’s  hair.

they  call  her  mother  but  she  is  only  a  motherless  girl,  a  spec  compared  to  her  own  dragon.  drogon  is  big  for  his  age,  but  young,  too,  barely  a  few  years,   and  he  is  no  where  as  large  as  the  dragon  that  stands  before  them.  dany  takes  a  few  steps  back,  standing  against  drogon’s  hind  leg,  a  hand  upon  his  ebon  scales   ------   and  she  barely  feels  the  stinging  burn,  too  focussed  on  the  creature  in  front  of  her.

she  is  afraid.  but  if  she  turns,  if  she  runs,  she  will  die. 

❝   you  are  magnificent...   ❞

[fyrmine]

look.  i  don’t  wanna’   get  at  the  show.  it  must  be  very  hard  &  though  d&d  lost  their  interest  the  people  working  on  it  really  care.  but  can  you  imagine...  a  netflix  game  of  thrones  show?  one  where  dany  was  not  depicted  as  overly  entitled  and  cold,  uncomprimising  and  dismissive  of  advise?  one  where  littlefinger  doesn’t  get  such  a  random  death  he’d  never  fall  for.  one  where  arya  ‘the woman is important too’  stark  doesn’t  say  girls  are  stupid.  one  where  dorne,  period.  one  where  stannis  tells  his  men  to  crown  his  daughter.  one  where  asha  greyjoy  get’s  her  name  and  euron  is  a  terrifying  pirate - sorceror  not  a  goofball.  one  where  barristan  isn’t  randomly  killed  off  down  an  ally.  one  where  the  direwolves  exist.   one  where  willas  and  garlen  exist.  one  with  stranger!  one  where  characters  like  sandor  and  brienne  are  age - appropriate...   one  where  renly  is...  renly.

some  things  won’t  be  able  to  be  done  any  better,  such  as  charles  dance  as  tywin  or  peter  dinklage  as  tyrion,  lena  or  iwan  or  harry  in  their  roles.  some  of  our  cast  are  just  perfect  and  there’s  so  much  i  love  about  the  show.

but  please  imagine  a  show  that  actually  loves  the  source  material  and  dedicates  time  to  getting  it  right  and  keeping  all  the  plot  threads  spinning  and  doesn’t  give  up  halfway  through  and  let’s  it’s  characters  be  flawed  and  show  emotion.

[fyrmine]

What’s your worst self?

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it's   obvious   to   everyone   around   you   that   you   feel   the   need   to   keep   everything   just   the   way   you   like   it,   and   that   insistence   often   borders   on   obsession.   your   persistence,   materialism,   and   sentimentality   can   prevent   you   from   ever   letting   things   go,   and   the   more   you   care   about   them,   the   more   stubbornly   you   defend   your   right   to   own   them   forever.   sorry   to   say,   but   there   are   some   things,   like   memories   and   loved   ones,   you   simply   can't   own,   and   trying   to   stake   your   claim   over   them   just   makes   you   seem   unbalanced   and   creepy.   it   probably   wouldn't   hurt   to   quit   being   such   a   hoarder,   too   -   none   of   your   guests   enjoy   trying   to   find   a   seat   in   a   room   piled   high   with   reminders   of   everything   you   refuse   to   let   die.

[fyrmine]

“Jesus, I can’t believe I let you talk me into this shit.”

her   answer   is   to   hand   over   a   strange,   luminous   green   drink   with,   instead   of   a   paper   umbrella,   a   paper   cyan - blue - green   butterfly   (   she   thought   he’d   like   that.   )   she   could   barely   see   his   face   in   the   ever   changing   hue   of   dim   club   lights   as   they   swept   over   them,   making   light   and   then   shadow. 

❝   what’s   the   point   in   having   super - secret   connections   if   i   can’t   use   them   to   get   out   sometimes?   ❞

it’s   not   like   barristan   would   blend   in   in   a   club.   she’d   probably   give   the   poor   guy   a   heart   attack.   but   she’d   never   been   to   a   club   properly:   likely   because   she   wasn’t   yet   of   age.   not   that   you   needed   to   be,   to   drink,   she   had   wine   with   dinner   often.   all   her   sixth   form   friends   speak   of   the   places   fondly.   she   just   wants   to   see   what   it’s   like. 

❝   ——   how’re   we   feeling   ‘bout   kareoke?   ❞

prompt   ------   westworld iv.for @hismanners   ------   accepting.

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[fyrmine]

i’m   a   princess   cut   from   marble,    smoother   than   the   storm. 

[fyrmine]

jon snow   ------   (   crowncdcrow !   )

                                                ❝ NOTHING, YOUR GRACE - - - ❞ he answered, using the formality mostly to appease her ; she was clearly fond of her titles && he was in no position to make enemies, especially over something so trivial. ❝ i’m no different than any man here. we all have our strengths, our weaknesses && who am i to believe mine are greater or lesser than anyone else’s. so you say we’re ALL different, but i argue we’re all the same. if nothing changes, my fate will be the same as theirs … ❞  he trails off, knowing this is where their views TRULY differ ; her focus was on the south, the iron throne, while he knew the real war was to the north. they both NEEDED each other, but their goals were opposing && jon could see no clear resolution, but that’s why they were here now, holding audience to one another in his solar, pretending they weren’t sizing each other up over mugs of mulled wine ║ @fyrmine && CONT

she   a   time  she   is   quiet   and   listening,   holding   her   mug   in   two   dainty   hands.   since   she   had   arrived,   he   may   notice,   she   is   not   fond   of   the   cold,   huddling   in   her   furs,   even   in   his   office.   even   drogon   had   refused   to   fly   near,   which   had   scared   dany   the   most. 

❝   it   seems   to   me,   lord   commander,   that   you   are  quite   fond   of   taking   the   opposite   view   to   what   anyone   might   tell   you,   ❞   he   is   stubborn,   she   realises,   and   knows   his   own   mind.   and   despite   her   men   and   dragons   he   has   no   problem   telling   her:   which   is   as   refreshing   as   the   harsh   white   snowfalls   ------   and   as   difficult   to   get   used   too.

❝   i   could   tell   you   there   is   war   in   the   south,   and   you’d   say   it   were   in   the   north.   ❞   with   raising   brows   she   gives   a   small   scoff   of   laughter   to   her   teasing,   mug   of   mulled   wine   brought   to   her   lips   so   she   may   sip.   it   is   only   jest.

she   doesn’t   know   how   true   she   tells   it. 

[fyrmine]

“There aren't two versions of me. There’s only one. And I think when I discover who I am, I’ll be free.“

she   has   always   thought   him   wise.   ser   barristan   is   wise   in   a   sort - of   battle - hardened   way,   but   ser   harry   is   different   though   he   came   across   the   narrow   sea   from   her   homeland   all   the   same.   he   speaks   and   moves   so   gently   she   scarce   believed   he   was   a   knight   nor   a   killer   of   men   when   she’d   first   met   him.   but   it   is   always   these   times   that   shake   her,   when   she   sits   in   her   apartments   in   the   great   pyramid   drinking   lemon - honey   tea   as   he   checks   her   letters   for   poison - balm   or   scorpion   tails   that   he   reveals   such   truths.   dany   peers   up   from   her   tea,   concerned   for   him.   

❝   are   you   not   free,   ser   harry?   ❞   he   is,   she   knows.   she   would   never   condemn   him   if   he   left   her   service   with   no   betrayals.   but   clearly   he   didn’t   feel   free.

❝   i   used   to   think   you   knew   everything.   if   you   don’t   know   who   you   are,   what   hope   is   there   for   the   rest   of   us?   ❞

prompt   ------   westworld iv.for @hismanners   ------   accepting.

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[fyrmine]

so   tumblr   is   broken   af   &   i’m   lost.   i   can’t   get   a   custom   theme   ‘cause   it   refuses   to   save   it   saying   it   has   non   https   assets   &   i’ve   been   through   the   entire   code   like   nah,   it   doesn’t.   but   also   links   won’t   go   to   the   right   pages   when   i’m   dash   only?   so   i’m   just...   tired.

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