The Dragon's Daughter

I am DAENERYS STORMBORN. Of House Targaryen, of the blood of Old Valyria, I am the dragon's daughter! And I swear to you; that those who would harm you will die s c r e a m i n g. AU RP blog for Daenerys 'Stormborn' Targaryen of HBO's Game of Thrones, affiliated with Amaranth RPG. Indie semi-selective, please read guidelines before interacting.

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Compliments not uncommon for the young idol, nevertheless a smile appeared on his face at the words of admiration granted him. It was not uncommon that he found himself in silent song, the tunes easily passing his tongue at the slightest raise in mood, and neither was it uncommon that someone overheard him. Never one to be bashful he did not even consider letting the flush of red invade his cheeks, instead cocking his head ever so slightly to the side.

          “ No offence taken, my lady. In fact I am thrilled that you should find pleasure in listening to my singing however inexperienced I may be. A bard might not be too far off, but what I aspire to be is an Idol. ”

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Daenerys couldn’t help the laugh that escaped her at the young man’s self confidence, actually impressed that he was able to keep such composure even after being taken by surprise. In a way, he reminded her of Rhaegar; even though she’d never met her long deceased brother, this young man brought to the fore the memories Barristan had shared with her that night. Though at the mention of ‘idol’, the Queen cocked her head in confusion, a puzzled frown crossing her features.

“An...idol? Forgive me my friend, but are you trying to say you are a god of some sort, or perhaps a figure from myth? Try as she could, Daenerys couldn’t keep the incredulity from her voice. Surely, she had misheard?

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Fear of the Unknown

[thesanctumofthestrange-blog]

Stephen did take a step back slightly a dragon bite was something he wouldn’t want on a good day, but the creatures attacking him didn’t seem to sour his mood. He had dealt with things like this before a few animals snapping at him for fear of their owner was not an unusual trait. “Do not worry dear, I am not unfamiliar with these creatures. Even though I have never seen dragons this young on any of my adventures.” 

He quickly made his way back to the topic at hand that had her rush into him in such a panicked state at first.  Of course waking up here would be damaging to anyone who was not ready for the brace of death. Nor someone who didn’t think they would be pulled into such an after life. Also, her fear of his magic did not go unnoticed but he was not offended. It could have been for any number of reasons that he had no business in. He knew the great pains that magic could cause in the hands of the wrong person. 

“Yes I can understand why that would be such a shock to you dear. Though I advise taking a deep breath and calming down because I would guess this wouldn’t get easier until you are somewhat used to being here.” He paused for a second thinking over his words carefully. “You are among other misplaced souls of the dead from across the multi-verse. I can call this place neither Heaven nor Hell or whatever your worlds terms would be for such after lives. It’s simply… whatever you make of it.” 

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Daenerys raised her eyebrows and let out a short, slightly incredulous laugh. In her world, dragons had been extinct for centuries, hers only being awoken after the sacrifice she’d made on Drogo’s pyre. Yet they were plentiful in whichever realm this man hailed from? Would wonders ever cease?

But the laugh died in her throat as the other continued to speak, dragging the Queen back into her current predicament. She was dead; dead and not in the Night Lands with her beloved. Biting her lip hard enough to draw blood, Daenerys choked back another sob; shaking her head, even as a small functioning part of her mind conceded that the man’s advice was a sound course to take. This....this could not be happening.

“You are among other misplaced souls of the dead from across the multi-verse. I can call this place neither Heaven nor Hell or whatever your worlds terms would be for such after lives. It’s simply… whatever you make of it.”

“I...I had not expected to find myself here, ser...” she spoke, never intending to, but she found she couldn’t stop the words, lest she keep them inside to fester and destroy her later. “I was on the cusp of returning home...to my kingdom...and I find myself here...!” Letting out another shuddering sob, Daenerys wrapped her arms around herself; her dragons deciding to forego their snarling at the stranger before them in an attempt to comfort their mother, snuggling her somewhat. “I...I fear this is punishment for what I did to Meereen, what I did to the Temple of the Dosh Khaleen...I fear this is why I have been sent here, instead of being reunited with my son and my beloved...is that madness to you ser? What am I to make of this place but as a place to wait out the Gods’ punishment?!”

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Having finally figured out how to get her Telepiece working and how to view the Game’s progress, the dragon queen smirked to herself.

“For now, at least, my other self is holding her own, and without your dragons. I must say I’m pressed.”

[thestormbxrn-blog]

Casually walks away from the burning pile of bread that was to be a snack.

Perhaps using dragonflame as opposed to this ‘toasting machine’ would have been a safer alternative.... At least she can control the dragons.

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“Tch, welcome to Hell. Now do us all a favour and see what happens when you die a second time in this place.” Rolls his eyes, folding his arms across his chest.

“I Thank you for your oh-so-warm welcome, ser. It’s almost on par with the Welcome I got from Yunkai.” The would be queen drawled, but took note of the other’s darkening mood with caution.

Whatever had happened to her in her own world, she had no want to die in this one. What would become of her dragons then? Would they merely been enslaved, turned into pets? Or killed for what they were? She misliked either thought and so resolved not to retaliate any further, as much as it would have pleased her.

“I see I have earned your ire ser. Forgive, I will take my leave, if it pleases you.” was the response, a grim smile on the young woman’s face.

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❛ The greatest fools are ofttimes more clever than the men who laugh at them. ❜

Ah. Her partner had returned, had he? And quipping an admittedly honest phrase to her. For one moment, Daenerys couldn’t help but wonder if he was referring to himself or herself. Or to someone else entirely. Was it a statement on how society viewed them in their respective worlds? Or a warning that those who seemed to play the fool in this world were most like to open her throat?

It was too cryptic to figure out without asking him directly. And at the moment, that would only invite mockery and annoyance. Letting out a sigh, the would be queen nodded, not quite meeting Kaiden’s eyes.

“There is truth in that to be sure. Playing the fool is often a way to hide trickery and treason, I’ve found. It’s the best cover one can have.’

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Petition to get Add to calm his shit before he wrecks Amaranth

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"You're as bright as a black hole, and twice as dense"

A dry snort and an eye roll was the intimidate response to the unprovoked ‘insult’ that had been hurled in her direction. Admittedly, Daenerys had no idea what a black hole was, but it had to be something unpleasant if it could be used as an insult. As for the word ‘dense.’ Well, that much she understood.

Keeping a wan smile on her face and an almost bored tone to her voice, Daenerys regarded the young man before her in an annoyed bemusement.

“Tell me, ser. Is shouting poor attempts at mockery how greeting work in this world. Would a simple ‘hello’ not suffice?”

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Fear of the Unknown

[thesanctumofthestrange-blog]

Strange probably should have been paying more attention than he had been. He was still getting used to having some of his powers gone like being able to see the world around him without even thinking. So, he was in his typical routine of his nose in a book and several floating next to him ready to get notes or be the next one read when he was done with his current one. He was in the possess of making a particularly detailed chart when the young woman ran into him. 

His concentration breaking sent the fountain pens and books he had floating next to him crashing to the floor but while the books were old they were sturdy and not the first order of business. Just as concerned about the young lady as she was of him. The doctor looked up surprised and shocked that he had let his attention drift so carelessly, that expression swiftly turned into curiosity and amazement at the dragons (creatures rare even in his world), then flickered into worry and concern seeing the choked in fear and sorrow face that this young girl had exhibited. 

He simply raised his hand calling his books and pens back to him the thick tomes settling in his arms as he spoke, “Dear, I am fine.” Which was true Strange would be in trouble if he could merely be hurt by someone running into him. 

He kept his voice soft, friendly, and level as he spoke in matter of fact way. “I could ask the same of you though. You look troubled. Are you alright?” It was a silly question as something was obviously wrong, but it would give the woman a place to speak her troubles if she so wished so or keep to her self if she did not want the meddling of strangers in her business. 

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Daenerys let out another choked cry of shock as the books and pens fell around her, making the would be queen pin herself to the fall for support. (Much to the discontent of her already upset dragons) It wasn’t the noise of the books and pens crashing down that shocked her, or even the presence of the man himself. But it was the fact that they’d been floating before she’d caused them to fall. And things just didn’t float around, nor return to their owner on a whim.

Magic.

“You look troubled. Are you alright?”

As though her dragons sensed their mother’s fear, their growls turned to snarls and shrieks, all directed at the slightly befuddled man before them. Drogon snapped his jaw warningly before lunging forwards Strange, wings beating at the air. Only to be held back, with some struggle, by his mother. Daenerys felt herself praising the gods for returning her children to their smaller size, eventually hauling Drogon back to her shoulder with a firm ‘Daor!’ Dany took a steadying breath before nodding. This man, even if he wielded magic was no warlock of Qarth. None of them would speak so sweetly to her after what she had done to their order. But still fear compelled her to stay close to the wall.

“Forgive my dragons, they are young and easier riled....as for your question... Well, I was fine until I awoke in this city..” she muttered, lips quirking slightly despite the situation.

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a storm of swords sentence meme

❛ Every man must die. But first he must live. ❜ ❛ Is that meant to insult me? ❜ ❛ Old stories are like old friends. You have to visit them from time to time. ❜ ❛ You’re mine. Mine, as I’m yours. ❜ ❛ The greatest fools are ofttimes more clever than the men who laugh at them. ❜ ❛ Don’t tell me to leave. ❜ ❛ When you know what a man wants you know who he is, and how to move him. ❜ ❛ We look up at the same stars and see such different things. ❜ ❛ You were made to be kissed, often and well. ❜ ❛ We are puppets dancing on the strings of those who came before us. ❜ ❛ Sometimes I think everyone is just pretending to be brave. ❜ ❛ Maybe pretending is how you get brave, I don’t know. ❜ ❛ You don’t even know what a brothel is. ❜ ❛ And any man who must say ‘I am king’ is no true king at all. ❜ ❛ Madness and greatness are two sides of the same coin. ❜ ❛ You must be strong. You must have fire in your eyes when you face them, not tears. ❜ ❛ Come, curse me or kiss me or call me a liar. Something. ❜ ❛ Half-truths are worth more than outright lies. ❜ ❛ A man who hates music can’t be trusted, I always say. ❜ ❛ Sooner would be better than later, and now would be better than sooner. ❜

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@nobiliseques

“You have a wonderful singing voice..”

Not realizing she was speaking aloud, Daenerys couldn’t bite back a small laugh when the young man turned to her in startled surprise. Still, it was a truth. She come across him singing while acquainting herself with this city and had been somewhat mesmerized by his song. While she couldn’t understand the language, it was quite clear that this young man was passionate about his song. And in a world like this, such passion gladdened her.

“Forgive my interruption, I should have waited. But, are you perhaps a bard or some sort?”

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“Despair, misery, and chaos. It’s like air to me. But to watch them suffer is much more entertaining.”

Silence. That was all that greeted the other’s proclamation, a stricken expression briefly crossing Daenerys’ face. This was the one chosen to be her supposed partner in this world. This man, who reveled in the pain of others?! For a moment Daenerys wondered if this was Viserys reborn, but no. There was a calculating coldness in him that her brother never had,,,

Drawing herself up, the would-be-queen leveled him with the best and most burning glare, her voice remaining even but still a threat lurked within her words.

“Is that so? Well, I fear this partnership is already off to a poor start, ser. Mayhaps one day we will come to a compromise…”

Until then, let him talk. If worse came to worse, what culd one man do against three dragons.

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“You’ve fought until your face was bloody, your ribs cracked, and your soul broken. How much more can you give to them!”

“Everything. I can give them my everything. I will give them my everything.”

Dany looked at the young man before her, a small smile on her face. Was it of pity? Or a sad one; one of resignation for her own plight?

“I must give them my everything, because their former rulers gave them nothing. The ‘Good Masters’ stole sons from their mothers and trained them to kill or be killed. My own father burnt his dissenters alive when they questioned him and brought Westeros to the brink of ruin. I will not repeat those follies.”

As she spoke, her smile faded into a determined expression, the queen within taking over and speaking as though she already sat upon the throne.

“I swore I would break the wheel of injustice and inequality. And I will. If I break myself while doing so, then so be it.”

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Villain or Hero Edition:

-“You’re going to save them and for what? They don’t appreciate you!”

-“You spill your blood for this city/village and for what? So they can never know the name of the man/woman who saved their miserable lives?”

-“How many times are you going to bleed for them?”

-“Aren’t you tired yet? Haven’t you had enough?”

-“Despair, misery, and chaos. It’s like air to me. But to watch them suffer is much more entertaining.”

-“Look at their miserable lives and tell me what you see. They’re just begging for you to end them.”

-“You’re conflicted I can see it. You don’t want to be the hero but you’re not evil enough to be the villain. So what are you?”

-“You can’t be nothing because you have to be something.”

-“You can’t be nobody you have to be somebody. They need you. Help them.”

-“You’ve shed enough blood. It’s time to stop. You’ve avenged their deaths enough.”

-“You’ve fought until your face was bloody, your ribs cracked, and your soul broken. How much more can you give to them!”

-“You won’t be satisfied until your dead.”

-“This city/village has torn you apart. They don’t deserve anymore saving.”

-“You’d give your soul to them? They won’t ever be satisfied until you’re dead.”

-“You give and you give and give when is it your turn to take?”

-“You’ll burn this city/village to the ground. Murder its people. And then will you be satisfied?”

-“I can’t watch you tear yourself apart anymore for these people.”

-“You’re cruel.”

-“You’ve been caught. There’s nothing more you can do so why are you still fighting?”

-“It’s over. It was a long war filled with countless bodies and bloodshed. So stop…it’s over.”

-“I know you. You aren’t this terrible person people see you as and made you become. There’s still some light within you. I see it…”

-“What has the world done to you to make you feel this broken that you feel the need to hurt other people?”

-“You hurt others because they hurt you.”

-“I can see the torment within you. I can especially tell by the way you mangle the bodies of your enemies.”

-“You don’t owe people anything else.”

-“You’re like the sun and moon. You can either be the light that guides peoples lives to a better world. Or you can be the moon and darken their world. Or- you can be an eclipse and be a little bit of both good and evil.”

-“What do YOU want to become?”

-“You’re the only one who can give others hope.”

-“If it wasn’t for you we’d all be dead.”

-“The histories will never know who really saved us because he/she didn’t want to be known as a hero.”

-“Don’t die for our selfish selves.”

-“You brought this upon yourself.”

-“You can either save lives or take them. So which is it? Who will you become?”

-“You say you’d burn the city/village to the ground. But what happens when you’re standing on a pile of ash and smoke with no subjects to rule?”

-“Your mentor molded you to be a monster.”

-“Your mentor molded you to be a beckon of hope for others.”

-“They will never bow to you.”

-“You’re nothing but a usurper from a foreign place to us. We will never call you King/Queen.”

-“You hide behind a mask all the time and I don’t mean the one upon your face.”

-“Of all the things to have happened to you are you still capable of love?”

-“You were born a villain but you will die a hero.”

-“You were born a hero but will die a villain.”

-“You’ve changed since we first met. You’re becoming something I don’t recognize anymore.”

-“You’re no longer a man. You’re a beast.”

-“Greatness was thrust upon you but you decided not to take it. Why?”

-“We don’t choose these roles they just happen.”

-“I won’t watch you die.”

-“What are you fighting for?”

-“Fates can be changed there’s still time.”

-“Your fate isn’t set in stone.”

-“There’s pain in my chest every time I see you in anguish.”

-“You never meant anything to them. So you turned into the thing they feared the most to leave an impression upon them.”

-“I wish you could see your worth.”

-“Your life is not worth the weight of gold they will pay you for helping them.”

-“I won’t watch you become someone I don’t recognize.”

-“I can’t even say who are you becoming because I don’t even know what you are anymore.

-“When they write of your history they will say it began on this day.”

-“Your scars are a reminder of who you were. So never forget who bled for this village/city. Who it was that saved the damned and the good. Who it was that almost died for them. Who it was that became a legend in their eyes. A legend to be remembered a thousand years from now.”

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Curse-Free Insult Starters

"I don't care what people say about you. You're alright."

"I have neither the time nor the crayons to explain it to you"

"I'm not saying your fat, but it looks like you were poured into your clothes and forgot to say when"

"I can explain it to you, I can't understand it for you"

"Your family tree must be a circle"

"You couldn't pour water out of a boot, if the instructions were written on the heel"

"You're not pretty enough to be this stupid"

"If you're about to insult a woman, tell her to go fix her eyebrows"

"Everyone who has ever loved you was wrong"

"Somewhere out there is a tree working very hard to replace the oxygen you consume. Now go apologize to it!"

"You do realize that people just tolerate you?"

"Do you get invited to many parties?"

"I've been called worse things by better people"

"I hope you outlive your children"

"You're as much use as a chocolate teapot"

"Well, I'd agree with you but then we'd both be wrong"

"Yo momma is so ugly her portraits hang themselves"

"You're as bright as a black hole, and twice as dense"

"This is why people talk about you, when you're not around"

"2090 called. You're dead and you wasted your time on Earth"

"I bet your like your steak well done"

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\owo/ On mobile so can’t format this as I’d like, but hello Ama! It’s Shizuka, back with yet another muse! *audience groaning* Ahem. Anyways, I should be able to get onto my laptop in a couple of hours or so, so I’ll be setting this up as a starter call! Capping at 4 for now as I may have to drop my laptop down to repair shop in the coming days OTL

(And thank you cutie mods for clarifying the position of Dany’s dragons! As of now they will currently shruken down to their late season 2 sizes of convenience. Though they’ll still be as fierce and as dangerous as they normally are, whoops. Surely Dany will be able to control them…)

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Fear of the Unknown

@thesanctumofthestrange

She was afraid. Daenerys was loath to admit it, but fear ran through her veins like poison, clouding her though. Almost listlessly, she trudged through the streets of this ‘Amaranth,’ reaching the small apartment that was to be her ‘home’ until the gods saw fit to stop their mockery. 

She was afraid for herself and her Dragons. Afraid that this new world would treat them worse than her own did. Afraid because she couldn’t recall why she had come here. Fear that if she had truly died, then gods were punishing her from her misdeeds in Meereen and for burning the Dosh Khaleen’s temple. Afraid that she would never see her sun-and-stars again; that she would never be reunited with Drogo and Rhaego in the Night Lands.

Was this a hell she had been condemned to?

Choking back a sob, Daenerys started to rush up the staircase, hurrying to her only constant since Drogo’s death. Her three dragons, which had found their way to her in this life beyond, albeit shrunken as though they were newly born once again. Her children....

She cried out in slight pain and shock as she suddenly collided with another in her haste to get to her room. Holding her jarred shoulder, she turned to the one she has crashed into, trying to force calm into her voice.

“I--! F-forgive me, ser. Are you alright?”