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do not look for my heart any more, the beasts have eaten it. // octavia blake, canon divergent + headcanon based, written by maverick. 

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it’s so hard for me to keep my focus on tumblr. even if i love rhaenys.

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don’t count me out / just cause i’m down / boy i’ve been down before / fate has a way of playing games / and i’ve been keeping score ✧ independent ygritte, written by blue. ©

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THE    FIVE    SENSES     /      SENTENCE    STARTERS  .

some   may   be   nsfw   and   /   or   be   triggering.   

01    :     TOUCH .

❝ i love this [ FABRIC ], it feels satisfying. ❞

❝ your touch. it leaves me breathless. ❞

❝ your touch is unlike any other. ❞

​❝ have you ever felt anything more comfortable? ❞

❝ feel this. what does it feel like to you? ❞

❝ i wanted to see what it felt like. ❞

​❝ touch it. i dare you. ❞

​❝ you felt ice cold when i touched you. ❞

​❝ you feel warm to me. ❞

​❝ i love the feel of [ FABRIC ] against my skin. ❞

​❝ i love the feel of your skin against mine. ❞

​❝ i would never touch anyone else. ❞

​❝ i love the feel of your hair between each of my fingers. ❞

​❝ don’t you dare touch me. ❞

​❝ i want to feel your lips against my own. ❞

​❝ i can feel your pulse. it jumped. ❞

​❝ let me give you a massage. ❞

❝ you feel like home to me. ❞ 

02     :      TASTE .

❝ i love the taste of you. ❞

❝ i can never forget that taste. ❞

❝ fair warning, it does have a bitter taste. ❞

​❝ no offense, you just aren’t my taste. ❞

❝ can i have a taste of that? ❞

❝ i have yearned for the taste of your lips. ❞

​❝ that tasted pretty good actually. ❞

​❝ it just left a really bad taste in my mouth so no thanks. ❞

​❝ nothing taste better than chocolate. ❞

​❝ i’ve got something you might want to taste. ❞

​❝ i will forever savor that taste. ❞

​❝ blood has such a metallic taste. ❞

​❝ my taste buds are mad at me after eating that. ❞

​❝ how’s it feel to get a taste of your own medicine? ❞

​❝ you didn’t even taste it. ❞

​❝ trust me, you’ll want to taste this. ❞

​❝ i think it has a bit of bitter sweet taste. ❞

❝ so you tasted it, did you like it? ❞

03     :      SIGHT .

❝ i see you. ❞

❝ i’ve never seen things so clearer than i do now. ❞

❝ it’s too dark, i can’t see anything. ❞

​❝ how can you see anything? it’s pitch dark. ❞

❝ i’ve looked close enough and i see you for what you are. ❞

❝ please, just look at me. ❞

​❝ stop staring at me like that. ❞

​❝ get that light out of my face. ❞

​❝ it’s so bright outside today. ❞

​❝ what’s wrong? what did you see? ❞

​❝ you’re scared, you must have saw something. ❞

​❝ what i saw, you’ll never believe me. ❞

​❝ i’ve never seen you before. ❞

​❝ have we seen one another before? ❞

​❝ you see me for what i truly am. ❞

​❝ i didn’t see anything. ❞

​❝ did you see that? ❞

❝ i can’t believe my eyes. ❞

04     :      SOUND .

❝ shhh, i just heard something. ❞

❝ did you hear that? ❞

❝ what is that sound? ❞

​❝ i missed the sound of your voice. ❞

❝ do you hear me? stay away from me. ❞

❝ i hear you, loud and clear. ❞

​❝ i’m sorry, what was that? i didn’t hear you. ❞

​❝ i’ve heard that sound before. ❞

​❝ you didn’t hear anything at all? ❞

​❝ can you hear what they’re saying? ❞

​❝ aw, i love the sound of music. ❞

​❝ i never said i could hear them. ❞

​❝ wait, hear that? something is coming. ❞

​❝ i could hear screams … ❞

​❝ i heard you all the way upstairs. ❞

​❝ you didn’t just hear that? that sound? that noise? ❞

​❝ trust me, you’re going to want to hear this. ❞

❝ please, just hear me out. ❞

05     :      SMELL .

❝ what is that smell? ❞

❝ i have missed your smell. ❞

❝ you smell nice. ❞

​❝ it’s unlike anything i’ve smelled before. ❞

❝ i smell the food cooking from here. ❞

❝ do you smell that? ❞

​❝ how are you able to smell that? ❞

​❝ no offense but it really smells. ❞

​❝ it’s starting to smell. ❞

​❝ tell me, you’ve smelled this before. ❞

​❝ i know that smell, it’s the smell of lies. ❞

​❝ i can smell you from here. ❞

​❝ are you smelling me? ❞

​❝ i missed the smell of your hair. ❞

​❝ i need to step away, get some fresh air. ❞

​❝ do you smell that? that’s the smell of freedom. ❞

​❝ i could never erase your smell. ❞

❝ i can smell the fear on you from here. ❞

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THE    FIVE    SENSES     /      SENTENCE    STARTERS  .

some   may   be   nsfw   and   /   or   be   triggering.   

01    :     TOUCH .

❝ i love this [ FABRIC ], it feels satisfying. ❞

❝ your touch. it leaves me breathless. ❞

❝ your touch is unlike any other. ❞

​❝ have you ever felt anything more comfortable? ❞

❝ feel this. what does it feel like to you? ❞

❝ i wanted to see what it felt like. ❞

​❝ touch it. i dare you. ❞

​❝ you felt ice cold when i touched you. ❞

​❝ you feel warm to me. ❞

​❝ i love the feel of [ FABRIC ] against my skin. ❞

​❝ i love the feel of your skin against mine. ❞

​❝ i would never touch anyone else. ❞

​❝ i love the feel of your hair between each of my fingers. ❞

​❝ don’t you dare touch me. ❞

​❝ i want to feel your lips against my own. ❞

​❝ i can feel your pulse. it jumped. ❞

​❝ let me give you a massage. ❞

❝ you feel like home to me. ❞ 

02     :      TASTE .

❝ i love the taste of you. ❞

❝ i can never forget that taste. ❞

❝ fair warning, it does have a bitter taste. ❞

​❝ no offense, you just aren’t my taste. ❞

❝ can i have a taste of that? ❞

❝ i have yearned for the taste of your lips. ❞

​❝ that tasted pretty good actually. ❞

​❝ it just left a really bad taste in my mouth so no thanks. ❞

​❝ nothing taste better than chocolate. ❞

​❝ i’ve got something you might want to taste. ❞

​❝ i will forever savor that taste. ❞

​❝ blood has such a metallic taste. ❞

​❝ my taste buds are mad at me after eating that. ❞

​❝ how’s it feel to get a taste of your own medicine? ❞

​❝ you didn’t even taste it. ❞

​❝ trust me, you’ll want to taste this. ❞

​❝ i think it has a bit of bitter sweet taste. ❞

❝ so you tasted it, did you like it? ❞

03     :      SIGHT .

❝ i see you. ❞

❝ i’ve never seen things so clearer than i do now. ❞

❝ it’s too dark, i can’t see anything. ❞

​❝ how can you see anything? it’s pitch dark. ❞

❝ i’ve looked close enough and i see you for what you are. ❞

❝ please, just look at me. ❞

​❝ stop staring at me like that. ❞

​❝ get that light out of my face. ❞

​❝ it’s so bright outside today. ❞

​❝ what’s wrong? what did you see? ❞

​❝ you’re scared, you must have saw something. ❞

​❝ what i saw, you’ll never believe me. ❞

​❝ i’ve never seen you before. ❞

​❝ have we seen one another before? ❞

​❝ you see me for what i truly am. ❞

​❝ i didn’t see anything. ❞

​❝ did you see that? ❞

❝ i can’t believe my eyes. ❞

04     :      SOUND .

❝ shhh, i just heard something. ❞

❝ did you hear that? ❞

❝ what is that sound? ❞

​❝ i missed the sound of your voice. ❞

❝ do you hear me? stay away from me. ❞

❝ i hear you, loud and clear. ❞

​❝ i’m sorry, what was that? i didn’t hear you. ❞

​❝ i’ve heard that sound before. ❞

​❝ you didn’t hear anything at all? ❞

​❝ can you hear what they’re saying? ❞

​❝ aw, i love the sound of music. ❞

​❝ i never said i could hear them. ❞

​❝ wait, hear that? something is coming. ❞

​❝ i could hear screams … ❞

​❝ i heard you all the way upstairs. ❞

​❝ you didn’t just hear that? that sound? that noise? ❞

​❝ trust me, you’re going to want to hear this. ❞

❝ please, just hear me out. ❞

05     :      SMELL .

❝ what is that smell? ❞

❝ i have missed your smell. ❞

❝ you smell nice. ❞

​❝ it’s unlike anything i’ve smelled before. ❞

❝ i smell the food cooking from here. ❞

❝ do you smell that? ❞

​❝ how are you able to smell that? ❞

​❝ no offense but it really smells. ❞

​❝ it’s starting to smell. ❞

​❝ tell me, you’ve smelled this before. ❞

​❝ i know that smell, it’s the smell of lies. ❞

​❝ i can smell you from here. ❞

​❝ are you smelling me? ❞

​❝ i missed the smell of your hair. ❞

​❝ i need to step away, get some fresh air. ❞

​❝ do you smell that? that’s the smell of freedom. ❞

​❝ i could never erase your smell. ❞

❝ i can smell the fear on you from here. ❞

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I’ve had an influx of followers! Hello, all! I’m super open to plotting / winging it. I don’t bite.  If any of you want to get something started, I’m definitely game! 

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» inferno.

continued from the above link, with @ajagar .

Fire cannot kill a dragon.

Neither, it seemed, could a stag.

Impossible as it seems, fire turned flesh stands before her now, mixed with the blood of a viper, and lit with the radiance of the sun that shines through the other half of the blood flowing through her veins. Indeed, her niece is a beauty; half dragon, of course, but the half that allows the violet shine to her gaze, and undoubtedly the strength of a roaring, burning flame within. Family, at last, after a lifetime of searching for one whom she might love in place of what she’s lost.

“The inferno? I believe it started burning the day Balerion was born, and bonded with Aegon. You and your brother bore a magnificent birthsake, did you not? I wonder if you’d had another sister, if she might not have been Visenya reborn.”

The musing leaves her lips without thought, perched before the fireplace of her chambers, surveying the female before her. Younger, she herself sits, and yet they bear an equal age of trauma unknown to so many, worn on slender and weary shoulders of women who’ve learnt to burn in a world where all would seek to snuff them out. So opposite, in so many ways – fair versus sunkissed, light against dark, and yet she sees her family there beneath the surface.

“A strong name for a kitten.”

Acknowledging warmly, lips curve into what might almost be a smile.

“And my children? Would you like to meet them?”

she sits, skirts of red and gold billowing out around her as if she sits in flames. she might as well be, they both might as well be. for all her fire, there’s something cold about how daenerys looks; like ice so cold it burns. fire and ice ( and she’s heard all the talk, the whispers, the murmurs ), but are they not one and the same?

           ‘ had i a sister, she would have suffered the same as we all have,’ she states, chin tilted up and with violet eyes so bright they look blue against the sea of red. ‘ - and at the hand of those that have yet to pay. ’

lions and stags and dragons and serpents must always watch their backs.

        ‘ you - you would allow me to meet them? ’ true; she is the elder between the two, but there’s a childlike wonder that eclipses her features, making her look even younger than she truly is. rhaenys, since she was little, has always been fascinated by dragons. those like the woman before her - the family before her - and those that are real, living and breathing, with wings and teeth sharper than any sword. she shifts, pulling herself up onto her knees so that she may rest a hand on daenerys’, gazing up at her with naught but respect and adoration. ( there’s still a hole, left behind when her family was ripped from her. it shrinks now, healing by the meeting of someone so young. ) 

        ‘ i would be honored, daenerys. ’ 

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leela sanera

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human pain. human pain, continued. hell. 

– horror oc. ( loved by blue. )

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‘ i want my teeth to shatter bone ’

loss clings to the young woman. it’s like a shadow - in her eyes, in her voice, in the way she carries herself. queen of ice. queen of the north. wolves and the cold. she’s heard stories about those up north. grit and steel and they have to be some kind of strong to last when winter inevitably comes. here, the sun doesn’t warm their bones and ignite fires in their souls. here, they have to be born with something else.

rhaenys understands loss. she knows that raw, gut-wrenching pull and sting of a life no more. sansa isn’t dead, but she isn’t alive either. none who survive really are.

                ‘ correct me if i’m wrong,’ she says, tone level if not quieter. ‘ but i’ve heard tales of wolves big enough to eat men whole. of how their jaws are strong enough to cut clear through bone. ’ wolves and dragons; beast and monster. ‘ what’s stopping you from using yours, little wolf? ‘

prompt, @wolfqueennamedstark

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MEEEE!!! hola i’m back with another shitty edit to bring you an appreciation list, in celebration on my 22nd birthday (i’m old as shit now rip). this is only a smol list with only 22 people on it, bc my age and shit, but know that if i follow you i love you so much! 

on this list are people who have managed to put up with my lame ass for god knows how long, people who are amazingly talented writers with wonderful portrayals of their muses, people who i talk to ooc and are just the kindest souls, and people i admire and respect greatly. you guys make being here such a joy, and i love you all many lots <3 

enough with the soppy shit let’s get to it! 

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  Magic tumbled from her pretty lips and   when she spoke the language of the   U N I V E R S E —the stars sighed in unison.

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❛❛ tell me which one is worse – living or dying first. ❜❜

——— independent / selective rhaenys targaryen of asoiaf, brought back to life by blue.

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there is freedom waiting for you, 

   on the breezes of the sky, 

        & you ask ‘ what if i fall? ‘ 

            oh but my darling, 

                WHAT IF YOU FLY?

INDIE MISSANDEI. PRIVATE & SELECTIVE. LOVED BY BETH.

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‘ we learn to laugh in the midst of the inferno ’

she’s younger, but she’s rhaenys’ aunt. she’s younger, but she’s mother of dragons and other such titles that hang off her slender shoulders and drape over her like a cloak. there’s something to admire about the way she keeps her head tilted up, defiant. daring.

rhaenys smiles.

              ‘ because we’re the ones that started it, no? ’ dragons and vipers and she’s an undead python, curled with loyalty at the feet of a dragon. because family. because they were alone in the world and now they’re not and rhaenys’ need for revenge burns as bright as daenerys’ determination for the throne. where once she was filled with doubt, skepticism clinging to her every word and action, she’s unraveled and pliant now.

‘ i had a kitten once,’ she starts, stopping herself only to recollect the details of a life so far gone. a mother, a father, a brother. all gone. a father whom loved another. the silk strings of a web tangle even now around the woman’s throat. ‘ named balerion. you and your children would’ve liked him. ’ 

prompt, @zcldrizes