FIRE MADE FLESH.

mother of monsters. what have i unleashed upon the world? a queen i am, but my throne is made of burned bones, and it rests on quicksand. without dragons, how could she hope to hold meereen, much less win back westeros? i am the blood of the dragon, she thought. if they are monsters, so am i.

[zcldrizes]

𝐙𝐂𝐋𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐙𝐄𝐒  —  independently portrayed daenerys targaryen of grrm’s a song of ice and fire, raised in fire and blood by sora.   [ 𝙲𝙰𝚁𝚁𝙳 ]  /  [ 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙾 ]  /  [ 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂 ]  

[firehcart]

“ once upon a time, ” she said to him, to the world, to herself, “ in a land long since burned to ash, there lived a young princess who loved her kingdom . . . very much. ” independent & mutually exclusive aelin ashyrver galathynius, of sjm's throne of glass, penned by sora.

[zcldrizes]

daenerys would have loved the queen that never was, this is all.

[zcldrizes]

i hope my h.otd mutuals are okay.

[firehcart]

“ once upon a time, ” she said to him, to the world, to herself, “ in a land long since burned to ash, there lived a young princess who loved her kingdom . . . very much. ” independent & mutually exclusive aelin ashyrver galathynius, of sjm's throne of glass, penned by sora.

[mirandahamilton]

5.09 “The Dance of Dragon” ↳ Daenerys & Missandei

[zcldrizes]

anyway i am still over here for now but dropping in to say daenerys is team rhaenyra this is all.

[zcldrizes]

SOMEBODY COME GET HERRRR SHE DANCING LIKE A STRIPPERRRRR

IF IT IS NOT THE LOML?????

[zcldrizes]

please go back to being irrelevant, no one wants you here

n-no.

[zcldrizes]

taps mic.

[rubyredwisp]

Daenerys Targaryen | Game of Thrones - 1.05 “Eastwatch”

[life-of-a-latin-student]

Mors aurem vellens, ‘vivite,’ ait, ‘venio’. Death twitches my ear, ‘Live’, he says, ‘I am coming’.

(via life-of-a-latin-student)

[zcldrizes]

don't look right now but i'm totally back babyyyyy

sneaky looks like that one gif we hyperfixated on : MY LOVEEEE.

[zcldrizes]

miss you u.u

i miss you !

[zcldrizes]

— 𝐆𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐂 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄.

bold what applies to your muse,

italicize what sometimes applies to them.

repost, don’t reblog.

WUTHERING HEIGHTS.  the wildness of open spaces. withered trees with limbs like spiders.  abandoned homes.  two souls that are the same.   dying young.  the ghost of a girl. revenge that does not satisfy.  tapping at the window.   knowing too much of the pains of others.   cruelty that doesn’t fade.  an unresolved past.  marrying, but not for love.   rolling hills.  hair flying in the blustering wind.  sudden illness.  disinterment.  the deep pain of loss. carrying a namesake that is not your own.  facing a storm head on. an accent thick upon the tongue.  a figure on the horizon, shrouded by mist.  aging walls and rotting floorboards.   intruding upon the wake of destruction. wasting away. together in death.

JANE EYRE.   the madwoman in the attic.  candle-flame and burn stains.  soft laughter. a fire roaring in the hearth. silence in the halls. folded hands over modest skirts.   the pain of being wronged. a wedding interrupted at the altar. dark brows. a horse riding up the path.  the isolation of a church.   gray skies. landscape as bleak as your soul.   finding sanctuary.  a bird flying free from its cage.  discovering your worth.  returning to a place that feels like home.  falling in love in spite of yourself.   schoolyards full of children.  lying in bed while clasping a loved one’s hands in yours.   hopeless prayers. hiding in an alcove to read.  timid but strong.  being true to oneself above all.

FRANKENSTEIN.   grand prose. the glory of nature.  playing god. the spark of madness that drives creation.  stripped down to shirtsleeves.  the gritty streets of the city.  staying awake too long.   snow-capped peaks.  retreating from society. innocent recollections that become twisted. a lost paradise. lightning across a dark sky.  to be destined for one alone.  shouting from the top of a mountain. strewn corpses.  the implements of a surgeon scattered across a surface.  a bride on her wedding night.   books left open to gather dust, pulled from shelves. dark circles beneath the eyes. the deathly pallor of a corpse. things alive that shouldn’t be. desiring a love of your own.   feeling your soul restored with a bliss that cannot last. icy terrain.  unsatisfactory endings.

THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA. the long, fatal crack across a mirror.  unearthly voices echoing through the dark.   a duet.  snow falling against statues of angels. the lament of a violin’s strings.  resurrected hopes. the sensation of being watched.  candles blowing out on their own.  masquerade revelers. unrequited love.  the snapping of a noose. an obscured face. the scintillating light of an ornate chandelier.  mysterious and inexplicable catastrophes. watching your dreams shatter.  curtains drawing back from a stage. devils that are angels.   a soft kiss on the forehead.   scratches of red ink.  long capes and gloved hands.  retreating to the rooftop.  being led in a trance.  love as your undoing and your salvation.

NORTHANGER ABBEY.  the turrets of a gothic mansion made of stone. portraits looming above the stairwell.  suspicion of all around you. dreaming of grandeur, awaking to normalcy.   the sound of a carriage coming up the street.  top hats and fine suits. dancing at a ball. the lavish throes of society. the thrill of being introduced. a mystery that goes ignored. chests that harbor secrets.  old love letters.    thumbing through the pages of a novel.  disappointing the one you admire.  the appearance of indifference.  having your heart played with.   grand rooms housing past memories.  mistaken first impressions.  affluent personages.  kissing in the garden.

DRACULA.   your life draining out of you.  a castle on a lonely precipice.  fog spreading through woodlands. dutifully kept journals.  enthusiastic correspondence with one you love.  blood dripping down the chin.  a tongue stroking sharp teeth.  the howling of wolves coming closer.   wreathes of garlic hung about the room. rosary beads and crucifixes. violence that spans centuries. tall figures that cast long shadows.  disturbing the silence of a grave.  the sensation of leaving your homeland.   not dead, only sleeping. last wishes. a long and arduous journey.  an ominous ship at sea.   the sound of shovels in the basement. eerie lights that obstruct your path. goblets of blood red wine.  a stake through the heart. to be at peace at last.

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 :  @azmenka​ ( ily )

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 : anyone who wants to.

[juliastiles]

[zcldrizes]

alias change.  artie --> sora.