* 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐍.

𝐈 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒  𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐈 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌, 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒.

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 #  𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐕𝐌𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐍 .          an  independent  &  semi  ––  selective  blog  for  daenerys  stormborn  of  house  targaryen  from  the  ‘ 𝙰  𝚂𝙾𝙽𝙶  𝙾𝙵  𝙸𝙲𝙴  𝙰𝙽𝙳  𝙵𝙸𝚁𝙴  ’  and  ‘ 𝙶𝙰𝙼𝙴  𝙾𝙵  𝚃𝙷𝚁𝙾𝙽𝙴𝚂  ’  universe.  fire  made  flesh,  with  inspirations  from  the  books  and  television  series.  canon  divergent,  nurtured  heavily  with  personal  headcanons  and  crossover  friendly.  loved  by  sharna.    (  she  /  her ,   24 ,   gmt  ).

 𝐌𝐀𝐏  :    𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐝.    𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞.    𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬.    𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐨.

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i barely check in on the dash because i get hella fomo with not having a laptop but some of the things i’m seeing on here at the moment in terms of rpc drama are making me feel a lil … icky.

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                            𝐖𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐔

𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚊   𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚜   𝟷𝟿𝚝𝚑   𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚢   𝚠𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚘𝚗   𝚗𝚘𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢   𝚊𝚜   𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢   𝚗𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚎   𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚘𝚜   𝚊𝚗𝚍   𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚊   𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝   𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢   𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜   𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑   𝚝𝚑𝚎   "𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗".   𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢   𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜   𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚔   𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢,   𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎   𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝚎𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚝   𝚜𝚘𝚗   𝚊𝚗𝚍   𝚍𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚛   𝚊𝚛𝚎   𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎   𝚝𝚘   𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍   𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛   𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚕   𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜,   𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑   𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝   𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜   𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗   𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛   𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜   𝚊𝚛𝚎   𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑   𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜,   𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎   𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢  𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚝   𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚢   𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍   𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛   𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚢   𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛   𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜   𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑   𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐   𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗?   𝚍𝚊𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚜   𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚢𝚎𝚗   𝚒𝚜   𝚊   𝚗𝚎𝚠𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚛   𝚘𝚏   𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗,   𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑   𝚑𝚎𝚛   𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎   𝚒𝚜   𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐   𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗   𝚘𝚏   𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎,   𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐  𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛   𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢   𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚗   𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑  𝚎𝚗𝚟𝚢.   𝚊𝚗𝚍   𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝   𝚜𝚊𝚢   𝚘𝚏   𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚛   𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚎?   𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢   𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚒𝚌   𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚛   𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚜   𝚝𝚘   𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎   𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍   𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜   𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗   -   𝚋𝚞𝚝   𝚠𝚑𝚢?

redoing my bridgerton au from years ago when the group chat is abuzz with the desire for a bridgerton au i make the thing i also put arya in here knowing DAMN WELL NAN WON'T RESURRECT HER FOR THIS (even tho she talked about it) also me throwing macy in even tho she didn't talk about it

@theyoungwclf / @stovmborn / @highevar / @elegaeic / @prodigum / @scndor / @flcralis (tagging myself oops)

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mmm my wolfie pussy is so WET for you!! YUM!!

daenerys setting winterfell alight to get rid of the smell of wet dog from in between sansa’s thighs

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No I’m fucking stupid. I’m so sorry.

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Day three of screaming at you to come back

bitch i’m TRYING !!!!!!

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knock knock

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          they are to make their way north on the morrow, familiar lands to her, even more so than those of dragonstone. this silver haired queen had imagined the castle might feel like home, though dragonstone was a mere lonely spit of land, unlike anything that viserys had described. ghosts roamed the castles, those of her ancestors, she could feel them in the night, even if she could not see them. it was haunting, this place, though she could not imagine winterfell feeling any more like home, even if it was the place that she had been raised.

swallowing away the fear within her throat, daenerys looks out towards the sea, fingers tugging her evening cloak over her shoulders that little bit tighter, with apprehension in her eyes. just like the night she had arrived, a storm rages on beyond the castle walls. it howls in the night, screaming, as if to cause a devastation. somehow in its cries, daenerys recognises her own voice, though attempts to ignore it. lashes wisp to a close for a moment, drawing in a deep breath, slowly pushing it back out. and behind her, the door hinges sing, familiar footsteps entering the room. chin rests on her shoulder to glance over her shoulder, offering the young wolf a weak smile. ❝ struggling to sleep too? ❞

@lykosog.

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          the seven kingdoms will be ours, were the words that viserys would whisper, in the dead of night as they took shelter. even now, she can still hear the clattering of armour, the sound of swords singing as they are unsheathed within braavosi streets. daenerys had lost count of how many times the gold cloaks had nearly found them. it seemed that she had spent more of her life hiding, than she ever had, truly feeling safe. it is something that she recognises within sansa stark. a fear, a bravery, a story to be told.

snow settles upon silver, the wings of her children soaring through the skies. for as long as she could remember, this mother of dragons had been in search of her home, a place she feared may not exist. and now, she stands within winterfell, as if to claim this kingdom as her own. yet, something within daenerys tells her, she cannot. ❝ i was hoping we might speak, you and i, about the status of the north when i take the iron throne. ❞

@roseguided.

[kerriganwrites]

Game of Thrones + Daenerys & Daario scenes // How to Flirt with the Queen of Dragons.

[lonelywoodland]

[outofcontextarthur]

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        a place to belong, that was all she had ever wanted. and when she looks into his eyes, opposites they may be, this breaker of chains recognises the desolation that devours the north. the flames were damning, though frost burns far greater than any fire she had ever felt. dragons did not bode well with snow, though she finds herself in these strange lands, fighting a war that was told in old tales to keep children in their beds at night.

caught within her throat is a sigh, hitching within her windpipe, though he steadies her breath alone by the way he looks at her. home, it was a strange notion, a place she had not yet found on this side of the sea. she cannot help but wonder, what would viserys have done? left with no family, stolen away from the place she had been born, there is a sense of serenity that she sees within stígandr. ❝ tell me more of your mother, i wish i had been so fortunate as to have known mine. ❞

@vargir.

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           she is of the north, made of ice and steel, everything that daenerys stormborn is not, though there is a bitter irony to that very notion. worlds apart, midnight locks contrasts with strands of silver. and yet, there is a semblance of home, some slither of familiarity. of all the stories that viserys had told her, the princess of dragonstone could scarcely tell the difference between true and false. viserys had been but a child himself. older than daenerys, though living off of dreams and fantasies. her brother had needed something to believe in, for he could not believe in himself.

lilacs falter for a short moment, raining upon the wolves cloak that sits atop of winters shoulders, though soon, they find lyanna's eyes once more. and in that moment, daenerys realises, this might be the closest that she has ever come to the truth. a different account to what barristan selmy can tell her, a side to the story that her eyes had not yet been opened to. ❝ forgive me, lady lyanna. was he kind to you, my brother rhaegar? ❞

@willfulbeauty.

[mavisbey-blog-deactivated202301]

[daenerys-stormborn]

♕ You’re a dragon. Be a dragon

[ohisms]

𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃  &  𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄    (a  series  of  nonverbal  prompts .   mature  themes  present ,   ‘ my ’  muse  belongs  to  the  one who  posted  the  meme  -  send   “ + REVERSE ”   to  reverse  the  prompts .)

→     𝐈 .    GENERAL

❛   hush .   raise  a  finger  in  a  gesture  to  silence  my  muse . ❛   sit .   gesture  for  my  muse  to  sit  down . ❛   door .   hold  a  door  open  for  my  muse . ❛   tap .   tap  my  muse  on  the  shoulder  to  garner  their  attention . ❛   hunger .   give  my  muse  something  to  eat  /  drink . ❛   cook .   present  my  muse  with  home - cooked  food . ❛   brush .   work  a  brush  /  comb  through  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   read .   silently  read  a  book  alongside  my  muse . ❛   hand .   hold  out  a  hand  for  my  muse  to  take . ❛   dressed .   help  my  muse  put  on  an  article  of  clothing . ❛   note .   give  my  muse  a  note  saying :   [ content ] . ❛   amplify .   turn  up  the  music  in  the  car .

→     𝐈𝐈 .    ANGST

❛   patch .   help  my  muse  patch  up  a  wound . ❛   night terrors .   hold  my  muse  after  they  wake  up  from  a  nightmare . ❛   company .   silently  sit  with  my  muse  to  comfort  them. ❛   hospital .   my  muse  is  told  that  yours  is  in  the  hospital . ❛   revelation .   show  my  muse  evidence  of  a  lie  they  told . ❛   indulge .   find  my  muse  drinking  to  cope . ❛   downfall .   find  my  muse  collapsed  on  the  ground . ❛   console .   comfort  my  muse  as  they  cry . ❛   nurse .   give  my  muse  company  in  the  hospital .

→     𝐈𝐈 .    AFFECTIONATE

❛   wink .   wink  at  my  muse .  ❛   wrap .   wrap  an  arm  around  my  muse’s  [ shoulders  /  waist ] . ❛   caress .   gently  caress  my  muse’s  face . ❛   tousle .   mess  playfully  with  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   chest .   place  your  head  on  my  muse’s  chest .    ❛   comb .   comb  fingers  through  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   grasp .   run  to  my  muse  &  jump  into  their  arms . ❛   lean .   lean  on  my  muse’s  shoulder . ❛   tender .   kiss  my  muse  on  the  [ forehead  /  cheek  /  nose ] . ❛   abrupt .   kiss  my  muse  out  of  the  blue . ❛   chaste .   chastely  kiss  my  muse . ❛   good morning .   kiss  my  muse  the  morning  after . ❛   volumes .   gaze  at  my  muse  in  a  way  that  silently  says  ‘i love you’ .

→     𝐈𝐈𝐈 .    VIOLENT

❛   strike .   [ slap / punch ]  my muse in the face . ❛   gun .   wield  a  gun  at  my  muse . ❛   twist .   twist  my  muse’s  arm  behind  their  back . ❛   throttle .   aggressively  wrap  your  hands  around  my  muse’s  throat . ❛   parch .   burn  my  muse  with  a  hot  object . ❛   take down .   forcefully  bring  my  muse  to  the  ground . ❛   gouge .   wield  a  sharp  object  at  my  muse . ❛  shunt .   shove  my  muse  backwards . ❛  stickup .   yell  at  my  muse  to  put  their  hands  in  the  air. ❛  shoot .   [ fatally  /  non-fatally ]   shoot  my  muse . ❛  stab .   stab  my  muse with a  [ knife / other object ].

→     𝐈𝐕 .    NSFW

❛   surprise .   send  an  unexpected  nsfw  image  to  my  muse . ❛   pin .   push  my  muse  against  a  [ wall,  table,  other ] . ❛   go down .   go  down  on  my  muse . ❛   choke .   intimately  wrap  your  hands  around  my  muse’s  throat . ❛   belt loops .   pull  my  muse  closer  by  their  belt loops . ❛   skinny dipping .   go  skinny  dipping  with  my  muse . ❛   rip .   tear  a  piece  of  clothing  from  my  muse’s  body . ❛   mark .   leave  a  mark  on  my  muse’s  body  [ specify where ] .