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 perish screaming. 【 #gotrp, #asoiafrp, #mvrp. 】

❧ 𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗣𝗣𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗖𝗔𝗟𝗟. ☙ ( ♡ for a potential ship with Daenerys! Multiship && multiverse. mdni, mun is twenty one and above. original characters welcome. )

Grief holds her throat, a pair of unseen hands in which is a noose. The trilling of a dragon is no comfort, it is no blade to cut her own rope free. Hope is a gift lost, tasting like ash on a yearning tongue as desolation becomes violet eyes; no sea of joy devouring.

mains call. # ♡ to be considered a main: this means i can tag you and interact with you freely, and you get first priority with replies. doubles welcome.

// I will be getting to these shortly ✨

❝The Lannisters warm my throne.❞

❝They are my 𝐜͟𝐡͟𝐢͟𝐥͟𝐝͟𝐫͟𝐞͟𝐧͟,❞ a confession, heavy on her tongue as a little dragon trills from where they stand upon her lap. Fingers wander across scale, sorrow hidden between porcelain teeth.

She is a wound: open and weeping blood. She is 𝓽𝓲𝓻𝓮𝓭 of clawing, but she will still war for her birthright with raging fire.

❝Must the gods test me?❞

𝐖𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.

To burn long at last. #SeductiveSunday

❝I do not wish to be apart of their games.❞

❝Here are your ruins.❞

She so wishes for hidden affection, to be set alight.

Her garden is of blazing flames and ash. The reader can come rest with her, should they wish.

Here, here. The reader can rest among ash with the dragon, herself.

How 𝐕͟𝐈͟𝐋͟𝐄͟ is it to be so heavy from fatigue. Let her rest awhile while wine swills in a goblet, as she gazes upon the reader—curiosity resting in eyes.

To my brother: you are my penance. I must have done something wrong in a previous life, to have you——so vile, so hateful. Tell me what i could have done differently.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝑩𝑨𝑬𝑳𝑨 𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑮𝑨𝑹𝒀𝑬𝑵. a daughter, a sister, a beloved rider of moondancer. find grace in her wildfire; blazing without rhythm or reason. #gotrp / #hotdrp / #mvrp ⋆·˚ ༘ *

&& where is 𝒉𝒊𝒔 sister; a creature all made for him—forged from the same womb as he?