#khalcesis

[ofviscrys-blog]

@khalcesis / i lost the original sc.

“dany, get him off of me!” viserys yelled, fingertips grasping at the hand around his throat. he hadn’t even done anything this time, he simply had reminded the man she was using at the moment that he would be daenerys’ true king, because that was how their bloodline worked. he didn’t mean it, and dany would have known that if she were there to see the smirk on his lips when he said it. he just liked to mess with people, especially the men close to his sister. he of course would want to be on the throne with daenerys, but he had made it clear to his sister many times that he didn’t care which of them sat on the iron throne as long as it was a targaryen. 

[killthebxy-archive]

canon verse // @khalcesis

‘ i’ll break the other one for you if you ask nicely. ‘

[ofkhal]

@khalcesis liked for a starter

" Another delay, mother? " Rhaego sighs in anger.  " What matter is Mereen when our home is still the land of Usurpers? "

[strengthanddevotion-a]

@khalcesis liked for Arya!

“Who are you? - and what are you doing here?” 

[bullheadedboy-archived]

OTP(s) for your muse?

A R Y A

[agirlingrey]

“Your dragons don’t seem to LIKE the North, Your Grace,” Alys pointed out — rather UNNECESSARILY, given the way they had been snapping and hissing all morning. “Or is this how they regularly behave? I wouldn’t know the DIFFERENCE.”

♡ SMOL STARTER CALL.  /  ❛  @khalcesis​​.  ❜

[zcldrizes-a]

im not sure what drama is even going on anymore in this world BUT i just wanna say ur protrayal of dany is amazin, you are such a good writer and i admire from afar. dont let a dumb anon ruin your day or even upset u bc at the end of the day they know theyre being foul and thats why they hid under anonymous.

[fifthbornforrester]

@khalcesis | continued from x 

She had heard stories of the Mother of Dragons, rising from the flames as naked as her first name day, unscathed. Anyone else would have turned to ash. But not her. Talia’s rebirth had been different. Her innocence had died quickly, like a blade gliding swiftly against someone’s throat. There was no time to recollect her thoughts. She had changed then and there. Reborn in the face of war and bloodshed. But Daenerys was right. Men believed they were superior. However, that thought allowed her to prove them wrong and get this far; to continue surviving. Daenerys had proved them all wrong. No wonder her Uncle looked to her. 

“I’m not innocent, Your Grace,” she admitted, eyes flickering between Daenerys and the burning orange horizon. “I did what I could to save my House, I still am. I’m fighting every day. But because of that, I had to hurt people, watch them die ... be at the hand of it myself once or twice. But I don’t doubt your abilities. The innocent are the ones who will look to you most. Your intentions are good.”