#of dragons

[masterbuilderintern]

I love that I can just look over at my shelf for an Unagami "Empire Dragon" reference

[dndtreasury]

Deck of Dragons

[stark-mercy]

What Should Have Been

Daenerys perched. Waiting. Up here, on the walls, there was little noise but the sound of fires burning and the breath of Drogon, his muscles shifting ever so slightly with every motion. He was a beautiful thing, something incredible. He was hers.

Rhaegal and Viserion were gone. She had loved them, she had been born with them. Out of the ashes, they had come with her. Everything had changed that day, but the thing that changed the most was her. She was a mother to three. Beloved creatures, they were loyal, they were dependable, they were fantastical, but most importantly they were her children. And now two were gone. Two of her children dead.

She breathed, trying to catch sight of her troops, who had assaulted the city. It had fallen quiet, why had battle stopped? She was curious but there was little she could do, her dragon would do little good if the battle was over. She could do nothing but wait. Hope Grey Worm made it out.

He had lost Missandei. They both had. She had been beautiful. She had been loyal. She had been intelligent, and bright, her smile like the sun over the Bay of Dragons. She had been there through the hardest of times, she had found love! And she was gone. Cersei was a brutal mistress, cruel, heartless. Dany hated her. Despised her. She deserved everything she got from this day. The city was fallen already, but Dany knew she would do whatever it would take to remove her from the throne that belonged to her. 

It did belong to her, no matter what Varys may have said. She had been through so much, had led Dothrakki, Unsullied, mercenaries, liberated the entirety of the Bay of Dragons, decimated an institution that destroyed lives by the hundreds, by the thousands. She had done good work there. She had learned what had to be done, hard choices, but she had made it better. Daenerys hoped to be back, to help continue to rule there. But not before she liberated Westeros too. She had already saved it from one threat, she would save it from another tyrant too. 

Dany was glad she had come to Westeros. They had needed her. She had been helpful. Even though she had lost Rhaegal, Viserion, Missandei, and even Jorah, who her heart yearned for his solid company. He had protected her, and he had fallen, like Barristan Selmy before him. Loyal people. Her friends, her advisers, people who knew what she stood for and stood for her. They had died believing that she could do good, all of them. And she had. The Night King was dead. And Cersei would be too. Westeros, liberated.

Bells rang. Loudly, they rang. In the back of her mind, what Tyrion had said came to her. If the bells ring, the city has surrendered. The war is over. Daenerys felt Drogon breath underneath her, the machine of destruction that was her son, could feel the calling of fire, of wrath. They had resisted! They had killed Missandei! Rhaegal! Cersei had...

And now she would meet her fate. She looked over the city. It was a beautiful thing. Full of people who would love her. There would be peace. Daenerys took Drogon to the sky, and turned him around, landing him in the grass outside the ruined walls. She dismounted, tenderly pressing her hand to the side of his head, before she turned back to King’s Landing. She entered as Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, walking straight backed and assured through the deserted streets, looking forward to the days when they would be filled with the citizens celebrating her coronation. 

Her people had died knowing she could do good. She would not let them down.

[bibliophilicwitch]

my dragon-turned-human oc, ryvn, has inspired a dnd character. and no one was surprised.

[livefromsummerview]

...how long was I out?? Feels like forever

[akigames]

The fact that cirrus doesn't have star/con ruins a project I wanna work on that the breed works perfect for smh

[ggozkn-blog]