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SANSA ( @ofsansastarks‌ )

“Thank you,” the phrase spilled from her lips without a second thought, like a toy repeating the phrase it was programmed to say when one yanks a cord in its back. Sansa immediately felt stupid. Was that even the right thing to say? Or was that something she had trained herself to do whenever someone - anyone - offered anything that even resembled an apology? It was probably the latter, honestly, but ‘thank you’ didn’t feel right given everything that happened. 

She had been hearing similar sentiments every day since her father died and she still wasn’t entirely sure how to answer when someone offered their condolences. It had taken her nearly three weeks not to burst out into tears when someone so much as alluded to her father so now, the woman’s comment only had her stiffening ever so slightly, but not crying. Her eyes glassed ever so slightly but her spine was steel.

Sansa’s eyes flitted down her form and tried to remember who she was. She wasn’t someone that Sansa was overly familiar with. The younger woman mentally scratched out every possible connection - not from Stark Industries, not from Parliament, not from outreach work, not from Scotland - until she started remembering the guest list she and her mother spent the last week combing over. ( Honestly, their obsession with it, at least on Sansa’s end, was more of a way to focus on anything but the fact they were admitting the death of the Stark patriarch. ) It only took her a moment before she remembered her name - Daenerys Targaryen, whose family was apparently connected to some shady business based on the very brief google search Sansa allowed herself before moving on, and owner of The Three Dragons. The very thought of the club that Sansa nearly gone into far too many times nearly caused her to blush, but not today. Her shame of wanting alcohol and drugs and some fucking release was the last thing on her mind today. 

This entire process happened over the course of a few seconds, allowing Sansa to reply, “Thank you for coming, Ms. Targaryen,” before it appeared too suspicious that she hadn’t known someone attending her own father’s memorial. 

   The lack of immediate recognition on Sansa’s face would have incensed most people — too caught up in their own celebrity to ever think of what that might end up costing — but Dany had nary a reaction at all. Instead, she watched the turn of Sansa’s lips and the way her face twitched as she thought; it was remembering little details that made Daenerys so dangerous... not that she was any threat to Sansa Stark.

   She knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that once realization hit her there would be a shift. There often was when people realized the only known living heir to the Targaryen name was in their midst they got a bit less chatty — a bit less comfortable. To Sansa’s credit, as she offered her greeting she did not immediately turn her nose up to try to give attitude... perhaps a symptom of where they were more than her liking Dany, but she’d take it in that moment rather than the conflict.

   “Death is hard, and no one should have to go through it alone.” came Dany’s words before she thought better of them, her nostrils flaring briefly as if she were trying to take them back, before soldiering on with a sense of purpose and showing no sign of her own foible, “Even if the people around you are not ones you know, an empty room is worse than anything... your mind fills... memories come...”

   Daenerys shook her head. The deaths she’d suffered in her time had not been truly painful to her, and yet still she felt keenly the sting of Viserys’ death every day. As if somehow it would come back to haunt her even now as she sat at the head of the Three Dragons and was sure of her purpose. A fear she’d outrun one of these days, that was for sure.

   “I would ask if there were anything I could do for you, but I imagine my type of help isn’t really...” Dany bit back the word ‘kosher.’ She wasn’t keen on insulting someone, and had been — for years, hard pressed and hard fought by the things she’d learned from her family — learned what words were fine to say in what times, “useful... but if there is, you let me know.”

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   Dany was no stranger to family deaths.

   Truth be told, Dany dealt more with death in her family than she dealt with anything else. She had memories of somber gatherings where everyone sat and pretended — genuinely, truthfully, just pretended — to care about the loss they’d all suffered. Most of the time, funerals and memorials were times when they would start to pick at one another; Dany posited that the reason most of them met an early grave was because of that dynamic — the borderline caring and incessant nagging of one another until the other just croaked — and had withdrawn often in her childhood to avoid those situations.

   She’d had more family funerals than she’d had holiday dinners.

   It was different here, though, at the memorial for Ned Stark; people had loved Ned, that much was certain, and his family seemed to be wholly and fully distraught — as they should be, given the situation — and yet still it seemed alien to Daenerys.

   As Sansa sat down and offered her wavering smile, so too did Dany return one of her own — practiced, measured, she’d learned how to show certain emotions so that others would find comfort even if she was, herself, unaffected largely — and said, “I am so sorry for your loss, Ms. Stark. Your father was an amazing man, and he was lost too soon.”

Sansa stared at herself in the mirror of the washroom, mentally correcting every blemish, every minute run in her stockings, every slight smear of her lip stain, trying desperately to concentrate on anything but the fact that she was at her father’s memorial service. She had already covered her tear streaks with another coat of foundation. She should be proud of herself; the service hadn’t even begun and she had only broken down in tears three times that day. She ran her fingers through her hair once more, freshly polished nails catching on her curls. Inhaling sharply, Sansa tried to calm her pulse as she walked out of the washroom and into the hallway where she had to greet far too many people and accept far too many feigned condolences. Despite this, she managed a slight pull of her lips, a whisper of a smile at the person across from her, as she took her place by her family. 

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Headcanons #1-7

Since my app was on google docs not everyone got to see my first seven headcanons I made for her, and it’s only fair that everyone sees them.

As in the books, the death of her brother wasn’t near so mysterious as people would have it out to be. Dany had been eyeing the throne for far longer than anyone could have imagined, and truly it was only after she was bolstered by the knowledge that she had agency -- that she had power -- that she actually followed through with what she’d been planning all along. She didn’t really particularly like the way things had been running before, and she felt their empire could extend far beyond the pitiful reaches of the drug trade that her brother had them middling in. And thankfully, her brother was both prideful and boastful so that she (as she had learned long ago to do) had managed to collect his secrets until things were doled out in the right times to the right people and with her having an airtight alibi that when he died not a finger could point in her direction, and she so perfectly played the grieving sister, exiled and kept secret, that even those that thought to were chastised for such things.. So was the grieving sister rife with possibilities that she was able to step up to the plate and completely take on the role of Head of The Three Dragons and use her husband’s ties to extend their reach.

With her family’s notoriety, she learned early on to cultivate her own niche of personality within the family. Her brother had all the power for the longest time, and she allowed this because it let her maintain an air of soft innocence in a family that was beside itself with scandal and intrigue. She was the sad girl who grew up beneath the boot of a family that seemed far too hard and far too darkly lit for such a sweet girl. But she is, without a doubt, a Targaryen through and through. Her ambition is as big as any before her was, only she learned that fear was not the only way to gather loyalty. People’s loyalty can be bought in many ways, and she was soft and beautiful and needed protection… right up until she didn’t. The loyalty had already cost the people she’d pulled in so much that they could not see past what she had shown them to begin with, and even now as the edges crack around her facade with all that’s going on -- and her worry that Eddard trying to contact her could lead people to her doorstep -- some still stand willing to die for Dany the soft girl of the notorious Targaryen’s.

As much as most of her soft personality was put on for the benefit of others, those who have shown loyalty to her (and continue to do so) are considered amongst her family, hence the inclusion of all the people working within The Three Dragons; it isn’t that she’s so hard she doesn’t value affection and attachment, she’s just learned that (generally speaking) as a woman you have to be twice as hard and unbending as any man in a similar position. People have questioned her several times when she first took over for her brother in TTD, but she didn’t brook insolence and they were dealt with swiftly. Some saw her as insane, or a bit harsh for that, but it made sure that everyone knew that she understood that they had -- and never would have -- questioned her brother in that same way and she would accept nothing less. Bringing in her own people and expanding the business in that way were paramount to her survival in the beginning of those days.

Though the idea of running more espionage and trading in things rather than just drugs had been a group decision -- the council of her ‘family’ was taken into consideration for most of the ways they expanded -- Dany’s own hand was responsible for the inclusion of hacking and cyber crime, realizing that in the current political climate it would be ideal to have as much information (read: dirt) on the people around them, since politics (and policies) might shift and put them further in the range of danger. She is actually fairly adept at hacking herself, but has never really had much time or reason to do so before. She also generally prefers to let people with more time (Who know their lives depend on their success) handle the bulk of their work, but she has a few dossiers that she found on some of the larger players in town that she kept a secret from everyone, even her husband, and they’re locked away… she worries sometimes Eddard may have known about some of the things she found, but even she hasn’t delved too deeply into them… because sometimes knowing secrets before they’re valuable to be used can cause more distress in your own life than it would in others. She considers them a burn-after-reading and in-case-of-emergency situation. She made sure to get all the information she could but was not too careful about reading through it for the aforementioned reasons.

Though very few (if any people still living) know, Dany was in love once before with a woman named Ciel. She wasn’t planning to fall in love, and in the end that love turned sour when the woman she had fallen for traded in their life together for the money her family had paid to see her disappear, and it was for that reason that Dany was reluctant to open her heart in the first place. Khal Drogo swept her off her feet, however, and she saw it first as a business venture that would satisfy both of them, but before she knew it she was truly enamored and utterly attached to the man. Some still silently question if it’s an actual marriage of love or just a marriage of convenience and usefulness, but both Drogo and she know that it’s real. Her love (and affection in general) are hard-fought and hard-won, but once you have them the only way to lose them is betrayal, and losing your life is as likely then as is anything else. She’s guarded for a reason.

Every morning, before her husband or anyone else in her extended family wakes, Dany wakes up and goes for a run. Usually it’s still bitterly cold when she does this, preferring it in the winter time because cold is one of the only temperature extremes she seems to feel bothered by (and she likes the challenge), but either way she goes out before the sun is up and runs the expanse of where they live and sometimes through TTD itself; it’s for exercise, and the fact that Dany -- while often refusing to back down from a challenge -- likes to have all her bases covered and every exit checked out. How fast she can get to one from any position in the place and how many side streets she can access on foot without being stopped (barring complications) means that she, and those close to her physically, will always have a way out. She does this on her own because as much as she values her family, if she dies, everything they’ve built dies… but it should be noted that if she were in such a situation, and someone were to kill everyone she loved, there would be… dire consequence. Beyond that, she just loves the runner’s high that comes from it, as she refuses to do any of the drugs that she deals in and the hardest thing she puts into her body is caffeine.

Dany has a bearded dragon and two armadillo lizards she keeps as pets, named Viserion, Rhaegal, and Drogon respectively. She saw the name Rhaegar referenced in a book in the Targaryen library as a kid and fell in love with it, but never had any plans to have children of her own (though that doesn’t mean she won’t) and she loves animals, especially the scaly variety, so she got them as pets and named them as such. Drogon is named after her beloved husband, and, as sort of an homage to her brother (whom she’s glad is gone but knows he was sort of pivotal in her own development,) Viserion is named after Viserys. There’s a room where she lives that has been turned into a habitat for them with sun lamps, various rocks and sand, and just a general playground JUST for her little scaly children.

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pomegranate: when do you feel the most confident?

“Curious.” Dany mused, her head tilting to one side and a finger coming up to tap across her bare lower lip —she usually only wore make-up of any real weight when it was time to be in the club and glad-handing their regulars — and allowed herself a moment’s silence to contemplate.

Most people would argue that she needed a specific person or skill-set to be in use to feel confident —to feel empowered —as it had been presented that way her whole life. Her family gave people chills so that’s why she was confident, right? Or the fact that she had such power behind her now from her husband’s associations? No, Daenerys felt differently.

“I feel most confident when people underestimate me, because it means I’m about to show them something they hadn’t been expecting...”

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peach / papaya

peach:                                        do you have any piercings or tattoos? 

Along her spine is a tattoo of a serpent, whose wings spread across her shoulderblades and the head is curved down to be over where her heart is (at the back, anyway.) She also has the symbol of her family’s business marked on her wrist in scarification.

papaya:                                        what song describes your aesthetic?        

This one is tough. I imagine Dany would answer differently than I, her player, would. So let’s go with this. Dany believes this is her aesthetic, while I believe this is.

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😉 / 💲

😉 What are my muse’s fetishes/kinks?

Her kinks are pretty regular, for kinks. She likes her hair being pulled, a hand at her throat, being held forcibly, but also tenderly. She’s never been into anything most people would consider risque, but neither so she lend herself to the idea of missionary sex on the whole. The truth of the matter is that Dany doesn’t know what she likes sometimes until she’s elbow deep in it and dealing with it.

💲Would my muse ever date/marry/sleep with someone because they were rich?

She’s actually pretty adverse to the idea. It isn’t so much that she isn’t that calculating, but losing someone she loved because they were willing to take money from her family over dating her soured her on the idea of money being involved in romance at all. She actually fell quite hard or Khal Drogo and neither of them (as far as she’s aware) ever focused on the amount of money they’d have when they came together. Yes, it was a great business partnership but that’s not WHY the sex or relationship happened.

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Sons Of Anarchy Asks:

Clay Morrow: Have you ever felt betrayed by a parental figure? What happened?

Jax Teller: What’s happened in your life that you feel has changed you as a person? How do you feel about it?

Opie Winston: Is there anyone that isn’t in your life anymore that you miss more than anything?

Chibs Telford: What do you think of your accent? What is your favourite accent?

Bobby Munson: Can you play any instruments? What instruments do you want to know how to play?

Tig Trager: What’s the weirdest kink/fetish you’ve ever heard of?

Juice Ortiz: When was the last time you were scared?

Happy Lowman: Any tattoos? What’s the meaning behind them, if any?

Herman Kozik: Do you ever feel like your friends forget you? What’s the reality?

Gemma Teller: The best female role model in your life? Why?

Marcus Alvarez: Do you have any friends now that you hated when you first met them?

Agent Stahl: Do you hate anyone? Do you think you’ll hate them forever?

Tara Knowles: What do you want to do when you grow up?

Chief Unser: Have you ever helped someone and then had it backfire?

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send me a fruit

peach: do you have any piercings or tattoos?

raspberry: favorite flower?

lemon: do you have any pets? what are their names?

mango: what is your trademark?

passion fruit: how would you describe your style?

pineapple: sexual orientation?

strawberry: favorite desserts?

cherry: can you play any musical instruments or can you sing?

grape: if you could take a vacation anywhere in the world, where would you go?

banana: favorite horror movies?

blackberry: is your life an action film, a comedy, a romantic comedy, or drama?

pomegranate: when do you feel the most confident?

cantaloupe: what are your parents' names?

guava: dark & dramatic makeup or natural makeup?

tangelo: if you could be any mythical creature, which would you be?

plum: favorite clothing brands?

coconut: favorite perfume?

lychee: satin or lace?

blueberry: what do you want to dress up as for halloween?

apple: what do you use more, tumblr or twitter?

kiwi: what's something that fascinates you?

watermelon: do you have a job? if so, what is your job title?

papaya: what song describes your aesthetic?

cranberry: favorite time of the day; morning, afternoon, dusk, or night?

nectarine: would you consider yourself an emotional person?

orange: do you have long eyelashes?

apricot: what do you do when you're sad?

star fruit: favorite sea creature?

dragonfruit: do you drink alcohol?

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sex+romance headcanons!

Send me a symbol. Please note that some answers may be NSFW.

🌟 What is my muse’s sexual/romantic orientation? 💦 At what age did my muse lose their virginity? 😘 Would my muse have sex on the first date? 😊 Would my muse ever ask someone on a date? 👍 Does my muse prefer to be asked on a date, or would they rather do the asking? 😉 What are my muse’s fetishes/kinks? 💬 When did my muse go on their first date? 💯 What is my muse’s ideal date? 💗 Has my muse ever been in love? 👠 What was my muse’s last serious relationship like? 👰 Would my muse ever get married? 🌼 Would my muse prefer a big wedding or a small wedding? 🍬 Is my muse a sub, dom, or switch? 🏩 What was my muse’s first time like? 🎆 Is my muse into monogamy? 💕 Would my muse ever be in a polyamorous relationship? 🔥 Would my muse ever be up for a threesome? 👮 Has my muse ever had sex in public? 💔 What was my muse’s first heartbreak? 💑 What are my muse’s requirements for a potential partner? 💋 How many people has my muse slept with? 👀 Is my muse the type to sleep around? 👎 Would my muse ever cheat on their partner? 😳 What was my muse’s worst romantic/sexual relationship? 💲Would my muse ever date/marry/sleep with someone because they were rich? 👓 Would my muse ever lie for sex? 👿 Would my muse ever blackmail someone into sex? 🎥 Who is my muse’s celebrity crush? 🎀 Who would my muse sleep with if nobody ever had to know? 💍 Has my muse ever had a one-night stand? 💝 Does my muse like Valentine’s Day? 💘 What are the ways my muse says ‘I love you’ without actually saying it?

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daenerys targaryen: a playlist

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daenerys targaryen; first of her name

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The armadillo lizard curls up by biting down on it’s tail as a defense mechanism.

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For the love of god turn on your sound

This is the funniest reply I could ever get thank you so much

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Les Deux Amis dir. Louis Garrel

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Golshifteh Farahani photographed by Benni Valsson for Grazia France

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Paterson (2016) dir. Jim Jarmusch