Fire & Blood

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Stormborn. Mother of Dragons.

Illustration by me.

[valyrianpoem]

asoiaf & got characters // pt. XXXIII - Daenerys Targaryen (ver. I, ver. II, ver. III, ver. IV, ver. V, ver. VI, ver. VII, ver. VIII)

“The fire is mine. I am Daenerys Stormborn, daughter of dragons, bride of dragons, mother of dragons, don’t you see? Don’t you SEE? With a belch of flame and smoke that reached thirty feet into the sky, the pyre collapsed and came down around her. Unafraid, Dany stepped forward into the firestorm, calling to her children.”

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[juilletdeux]

[alrightsnaps]

Funny how when it comes to Lyanna and Sansa Stark, fans always bring up how young they were/are to strip them of all responsibility for their actions, but God forbid the 16-year-old that was sold off as a broodmare, suffered a miscarriage and lost her husband all before she turned 15, and proceeded to singlehandedly bring down a system of slavery, didn't magically create a booming economy in its place at the snap of a finger.

Funny how that works.

[midqueenally]

- requested by @miserablejonerysshipper

[daeneryskairipa]

[slytarg]

Hater *blames Daenerys for helping liberate slaves without immediately having new jobs for all one million of them despite providing free food, shelter, military protection, multiple representatives in her Small Council, and keeping her throne room open every day to hear any & all their concerns*

Also Hater *blames Daenerys for employing thousands of the slaves she helped liberate and says it makes her just like the Masters even though the former slaves talk about how they are free, have money for personal things (prostitutes), and get to plan for retirement*

[asoiafedit]

Mother of Dragons by Drawslave

[oadara]

Daenerys Fighting the Dead

[beginning of rant]

I was reading some comments about this discussion regarding both Dany and Jon being both Azor Ahai/Prince that was Promise and I noticed a weird trend. Few questioned that it could be Jon because he’s so noble, selfless and doesn’t seek power for himself and of course he’s already been fighting the White Walkers. However, a lot of people doubt Dany because she is too power-hungry, selfish, and she only seeks to glorify herself and therefore doesn’t deserve to be a hero. I’m not surprised of course, this has pretty much been a good portion of the fan reaction to Dany since I started watching the show and reading the books. At first I was incredulous to the attacks but I understood later that the problem here is that Dany has asserted herself of who she is and what she wants. That she embraces her leadership and power. I have no problem with this but a lot of people seem to have a problem with it.

Regarding the heroism of these two characters, I would say that Dany’s heroism is on par with Jon’s if not more. This is a girl who bluffed her way into freeing 8,000+ Unsullied slaves, who liberated the center of slavery in the continent of Essos. She didn’t have to do this, she had no skin in the game but she remember was it was like to be bought and sold, to be powerless, trampled upon, to be at the mercy of others and chose to do something about it. She gave up on her dream to go to Westeros in order to rule Meereen, and while there were many setbacks and mistakes on her part she stuck it out until she defeated the slavers for good. Additionally, (and I think a lot of people don’t consider this) her conquering of the Dothraki is an essential part of her campaign of liberation. This isn’t discussed in the show but the Dothraki are the largest providers of slaves in Essos. As a nomadic people the roam Essos, praying on the weak and enslaving them. Her taking the Dothraki away from Essos is an additional blow to the slave trade. To me Dany is probably one of the most empathetic characters in the series. Yet because she’s not humble that somehow takes away from the good she has done and accomplished. WTF!

Additionally, I don’t think a lot of people have noticed but White Walkers are in fact slavers, but instead of enslaving people who are alive, they enslave the dead. You would think that the girl who has been fighting slavery for the better part of the series would be an essential part of the fight against the enslavement of people, be they dead or alive. Come on now!

As Tyrion Lannister once told Young Griff, “this mother of dragons, this breaker of chains is above all a rescuer.”

[/end of rant]

[latristereina]

GoT S01E06

for @rantingdinguslady

[zutaras]

“We think of men as antiheroes, as capable of occupying an intense and fascinating moral grey area; of being able to fall, and rise, and fall again, but still be worthy of love on some fundamental level, because if it was the world and its failings that broke them, then we surely must owe them some sympathy. But women aren’t allowed to be broken by the world; or if we are, it’s the breaking that makes us villains. Wronged women turn into avenging furies, inhuman and monstrous: once we cross to the dark side, we become adversaries to be defeated, not lost souls in need of mending. Which is what happens, when you let benevolent sexism invest you in the idea that women are humanity’s moral guardians and men its native renegades: because if female goodness is only ever an inherent quality – something we’re born both with and to be – then once lost, it must necessarily be lost forever, a severed limb we can’t regrow. Whereas male goodness, by virtue of being an acquired quality – something bestowed through the kindness of women, earned through right action or learned through struggle – can just as necessarily be gained and lost multiple times without being tarnished, like a jewel we might pawn in hardship, and later reclaim.”

— Foz Meadows (Gender, Orphan Black & The Meta of Meta)

[nourgelitnius]

The truest note I have ever found at the end of a fic.

[scalebranded]

chainedaccursed‌:

Oh dear, here she comes. The Princess, the next in line to becoming Empress as Iedolas’ son was no longer with the living. Ardyn never really liked her, found her a bit… headstrong in a way, she wouldn’t be as easily manipulated as Iedolas was for sure, even if they did absolutely brainwashed her into thinking the Lucians were nothing but the enemy. Though, it wasn’t exactly lies, but they never allowed her to see the world for what it was outside, how Niflheim was the only nation sick enough to use daemons to develop their army.

Ardyn never knew when the dragons came into play either, he kind of wondered how she came into having them, Iedolas wouldn’t tell him, and they weren’t to be slain either. They reminded Ardyn a bit much of the Draconian to be honest, he wasn’t a lover of dragons for most part.

“You hate the Lucians that much, do you?” He questioned her, he always wondered if this was an act— he knew she was rebellious enough for Iedolas to keep her under watch at all times. A prisoner in her own home. “You could have got hurt, dear.” Oh, he had a feeling she would have hated those words, “It was the Emperor’s decision to not include you.” A lie, it was really Ardyn’s decision, the whole thing was Ardyn’s idea.

“Also, we really can’t control who and who can’t be there, not when we’re dealing with the enemy.” His tone was so condescending toward her, Ardyn really did look at the Emperor’s daughter like she was below him, and was always going to be below him. Really, the only individual keeping her father alive was him, himself. “Hmmm… what you can do, I wonder…” Ardyn took a step closer to the woman, looking down at her as if she was nothing but a naughty child, “—you can stay here, and out of the way, Princess.~”

"Was that ever in question?" Daenerys narrowed her eyes at the mention of her father and almost laughed in the Chancellor's face. She didn't believe that for a second, not when it concerned the man who had attempted to burn her alive for what he believed to be theft of family heirlooms. Truthfully, they were pieces that she had the right to, it would never be theft in her eyes.

That tone from him... it stoked a fire deep in her heart and Daenerys wanted to see the man bleed for how he spoke to her. She would have to bide her time for now, at least that was her plan until he began treating her like a child. Truthfully, she was short and just barely met the middle of his chest, but she was far from being one.

"You very well could control who was and wasn't there, I'm not an imbecile." A smirk came over her face and she tilted her head as she turned and started walking away. Above, the three serpentine beings banked to her position but it was Drogon who landed.

Climbing onto his back, her smile had turned sinister by the time she looked at Ardyn once more. Her voice carried beyond the courtyard, marking the area with her enthusiasm. "You say stay out of the way but I hear 'burn Lestallum to the ground.' Should I simply go after the train of Insomnian refugees? They're moving along the roads like scattered ants."

Drogon shifted underneath her and Daenerys held on to him, giving the Chancellor a look that mirrored her father's when he had a sadistic plan in mind. Though, her own was fueled by near pure spite. "I can be far more useful to you and Niflheim in the skies than here on the ground. Together we could have all of Eos - you need only say the word."

[sidestuiff]

Arranged marriage AU starter sentences

[symbolmemes]

sidestuiff:

“So you’re my future bride/groom? You’re not what I expected at all.”

“I know it doesn’t seem so, but I will take care of you.”

“Let’s get this straight, I’m only agreeing with this arrangement so my parents would shut up.”

“I…think I’m in love?”

“You don’t have to worry, I’m never going to touch you.”

“I look forward to getting to know you better.”

“Are you scared? Don’t be. ‘ll protect you from today onwards.”

“You are the reason why I can’t be happy.”

“I don’t want to marry you at all, the person I love is someone else.”

“We’ll make this work out.”

“Don’t run away from this, from me!”

“I can’t believe they’re making us get together.”

“It’s crazy, isn’t it? Two complete strangers who know nothing about each other being brought together like this.”

“The moment I saw you, I knew we were meant to be.”

“I know it’s already been arranged, but let me do this properly…Will you marry me?”

“All right, all right! If you’re so against it, then we can work together to sabotage our own wedding!”

“If I don’t win your heart in a month we can call off the wedding.”

“You are mine now. Don’t look at anyone else.”

“Don’t cry. I promise I will love you and protect you to the best of my ability, til death do we part.”

“I have loved the idea of you since before you were even born.”

“ have been eagerly awaiting the day I could finally meet you…and I am not disappointed. You are beautiful.”

“I don’t think this is going to work out. It’s a mistake to go through with this.”

I decided to add some more political/ royalty specific themed ones:

“I can do this. For the sake of our kingdoms.”

“This is a good match. Our families’ alliance will be stronger than ever.”

“Aren’t you happy to give your future for your people?”

“I’ll try my best to be a good husband/wife/spouse. Though I don’t feel like I’m ready. The threat of war couldn’t wait, though it seems.”

“Even though this was chosen for us as children, I could never be ready for the day.”

“I don’t want this, but I won’t turn my back on an alliance to save my people.”

“You’re a worthy prize to stay my hand. Thanks to your beauty, your people won’t suffer anymore. Aren’t you glad?”

“A prince/princess/royal for little old me? The approach of my forces must have really terrified you.” 

“Our heirs will surely be beautiful, at least.”

“Is this the only way to save our kingdoms? Not that you’re not lovely. I just don’t feel ready.” 

And some same sex ones:

“Though the question of an heir remains, I’d say I got lucky.”

“Desperate enough to give you to me even though there will be no heir. I must say I’m pleased.”

“I never thought I’d be able to marry who I wanted– at least you’re my type. It’s a start.”

“I can’t believe my father/mother/parent listened to me. At least I don’t have to hide who I am with you, right?” 

[daenerys-art]

Daenerys and Drogon, by Michael Kulyk.

[jwitless]

I’m sure Drogon left to find D&D. The mother of dragons deserved better. Just as her lover. A decade of character development… for no reason. I’m agree with all hatred in the internet. As Kit Harrington once said in the interview, nothing describes the final better than one word: disappointing.

[scalebranded]

dawnryse‌:

     The way their steps echoed through the streets as they walked was almost unsettling. It was dead quiet, now that there wasn’t any life, human or daemon, left in the area. Seeing the destruction and how everything succumbed to time once more reminded Noctis of Insomnia, the atmosphere here was very similar compared to it. And Insomnia had been dead quiet too, after the dawn was brought. Another parallel that made Noctis think, but was interrupted as Daenerys slipped through rusted doors and into an abandoned store, causing him to follow with fast paced steps.

     He heard her mumble as they both looked around, it looked like she was taking notes, and he assumed it was for the supplies that were still good. Noctis approached her, ready to ask if there was anything he could do, but instead she spoke. What she said, it… all sounded so wrong. Upside down, turned around. He never really know much of what his father discussed with his council, but he knew they had the wall and magical barrier for a reason, which was to keep Insomnia safe, should Niflheim attack, which they could’ve done at any time, for they were already erecting and occupying bases all over the rest of Lucis, which the crystal’s magical barrier couldn’t reach.

     Noctis looked at Daenerys in disbelief when she told him what the Emperor had told not only her, but to his people as well — he didn’t know much about what his grandfather and ancestors before him had preached to the lucians but Noctis knew his father had better things to do than spread negative propaganda about Niflheim. It made him wonder how the people of Gralea and the rest of the Empire reacted to the news of the peace treaty — because he remembered how happy people in Insomnia were. And then the invasion happened, shattering this dream of peace over night.

     There was a look in Daenerys’ eyes, if only for a fleeting moment, that Noctis mirrored as he heard of all those things. He wanted to say something but he didn’t know what. It all sounded so unbelievable, he didn’t even know what to think. It was as if his mistrust conflicted with his empathy. Hadn’t she faced him when she spoke, he probably wouldn’t have believed her, pushed it away as if it was a lie to gain sympathy and then stab him in the back the next chance just because he let down his guard. And still, her words lingered in his mind, even as she walked past him and out of the store.

     For a moment, he just stood there before he caught himself and walked outside as well, meeting Daenerys again.

          “So, uhm… What are we gonna do from here? Just look through all those.. shops, see if they got supplies we can still use… and then, what?” A pause. “The sun’s going down too.” It’s not like there were any daemons to worry about anymore, but soon it would become hard to see anything outside and Noctis was tired from everything that happened in Insomnia still.

Daenerys glanced to the sky and found that he was right. Seeing it darken made her feel nauseated with anxiety - would it return the next day? Rumor said he'd brought the dawn back to Eos but the darkness brought too many memories with it. For a moment, she wondered if she'd be able to handle sleeping in it anymore.

"We should find a light source and continue on, yes. Nights in Gralea are quite cold, we'll need to hurry." Actively ignoring the clothes on the ground near her, Daenerys continued down the street. As it were, there was only one shop that still had a glass front and she paused in front of it.

Of all the places, it wasn't surprising a pawn shop would have remained mostly intact. Bars were in front of the glass and she supposed that was part of why. So she tried the door and pulled. It came open with some resistance, scraping loudly against the concrete. If anyone attempted to get in, they'd know at least.

"Pawn shops are notorious for having all kinds of things. Perhaps we can find something inside, if not, then there has to be weapons or even clothing and blankets upstairs that we can use." Bringing Drogon back would be nearly impossible - he was likely out hunting by then - and she doubted she could call him.

Daenerys glanced back at Noctis and gave him a smile, a nervous glint in her eyes. Night wasn't as friendly now as it was ten years ago, it would take her years to unlearn that vigilance. Once inside, she flipped the light switch.

Nothing.

It wasn't surprising. Gralea had gone without power for a while now but she had thought for certain that the citizens had changed to solar po--... Solar power. So far, they'd only had perhaps eight hours or so of sunlight. It would take a while, if at all, for it to be viable again.

"Well, now is a good time to try to find what we can. I'll look for something for us to sleep with and eat tonight, some kind of light source, and you can take care of weaponry or anything else you see fit."