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@draconisa
ā woman? is that meant to insult me? i would return the slap, if i took you for a man. ā
an independent & modern interpretation of daenerys targaryen from grrm's a song of ice and fire. est 2013. written by dani, she/her, 35+, est/gmt-5.
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in case anyone is wondering: hi, Iām Alive (mostly) and almost a month into my core nursing classes at school which have essentially fried my brain š¤Ŗ I hope to return to casual writing again, because for the love of GOD I need an outlet and I miss it, but it remains to be seen!!! love you all and kissing your cheeks, MWAH š
me: [stirs awake]
my husband: did you order something on amazon at 2 am last night?
me: [pretends to be asleep again]
āŖāŖā¤ļøā¬ Ėļ½”ā āŖ šššš & šššš ! Ā Ā (Ā Ā a Ā collection Ā of Ā 75+ kisses.Ā Ā feel free to specify the initiating muse. Ā Ā potentially matureĀ contentĀ within.Ā UPDATED 02/25 ! Ā )
finallyĀ kissing the person youāve been pining for.
pulling them in for a kiss while showering together.
a kiss shared during a gameĀ (Ā truth or dare,Ā spin the bottle,Ā etcĀ ).
kissing your lover to show you forgive them.
a coy, chaste kiss meant to say thank you.
an intimate kiss full of relief the second you're finally alone.
wiping away your loverās tears as you kiss them.
a kiss muffled by laughter in a library, hidden away among the shelves.
lazy kisses on the sofa while the television runs.
kisses while wrapping your legs around your lover.
a quick peck on the cheek as one party rushes off.
a kiss to prove you donāt have feelings for them.
a kiss to convince them not to leave bed in the morning.
a kiss to distract them from stitching a wound.
a parting kiss before one party goes away for a long time.
biting their lip amidst a kiss, drawing blood.
heated kisses while tugging on their hair.
abruptly kissing a stranger to scare off the people following you.
an emotional kiss bringing one party to tears.
a bruising kiss full of desperation and urgency.
distracting your lover from a task by kissing their neck.
standing on your tiptoes to kiss their forehead.
kissing down the column of your lover's neck, leaving marks.
a kiss while being reunited after a long time.
kissing your lover in a moment of sheer joy.
a dutiful kiss with no true feeling behind it.
kissing your lover to take away their pain.
colliding with a wall, then each other's lips.
a kiss placed over their freshly bandaged wound.
a kiss while slow dancing close and intimately.
sharing a spontaneous kiss with a stranger.
an abrupt ,Ā heated kiss during the middle of a fight.
a kiss motivated by a dare from a third party.
an adrenaline-fueled kiss while standing on the ledge of a rooftop.
kissing them to shut them up.
urgent, messy kisses as both parties scramble to undress.
a kiss to wake your lover up in the morning.
sharing a kiss in a heavy downpour of rain.
kissing your lover just above their waistband.
kissing your partner to seal a marriage.
pushing your love down onto the bed to worship their body with kisses.
a possessive kiss to stake a claim.
a kiss to resolve suppressed ( romantic / sexual ) tension.
a kiss attempting to convince the other party to stay.
kissing the top of their head as you hold them.
a risky kiss between forbidden lovers.
a kiss while hiding away from flashing cameras.
a kiss that means absolutely nothing.
kissing the swell of your lover's breast.
a kiss that leaves lipstick stains.
a kiss shared on a rooftop while the sun ( sets / rises ).
a flirtatious kiss on the back of the hand.
sensual kisses down the length of their back.
kissing them to confess your true feelings.
sneaking off to a public bathroom to make out.
a kiss to forgive one another after a fight.
a kiss on the forehead as the other sleeps.
anĀ (Ā accidental /Ā mutuallyĀ )Ā drunken kiss.
an unexpected kiss during a fake dating scheme.
kissing your partner after they've given you head.
caging your lover against a wall with your arms to kiss them.
a kiss after receiving good news.
an emotional kiss, relieved to find your lover alive.
crowded, heated kisses in the backseat of a car.
a tentative ,Ā exploratory kiss between friends.
a kiss shared between enemies during combat.
a kiss that smears blood everywhere.
kissing them even though you know you shouldn't.
kissing your lover after believing youād lost them.
a kiss after a devastating event ,Ā meant to comfort.
a possessive kiss in front of a jealous third party.
kisses while pulling them into your lap.
a heated kiss while holding them by the throat.
kissing your lover under the night sky while stargazing.
a kiss to seal a promise that you just made.
kissing your lover lazily first thing in the morning.
holding your lover by the jaw to kiss them.
holding their face, kissing the tears from their cheeks.
a kiss to your loverās stomach as you travel down their body.
an abrupt kiss that you melt into after a moment of hesitation.
sleepy ,Ā domestic morning kisses in the kitchen while making breakfast.
a rushed kiss before one party leaves for work.
a final kiss shared while holding your dying lover.
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Buffy the Vampire Slayer | 1.11 ā "Out of Mind, Out of Sight"
@smcrtcss never asks but literally cannot escape me.
i.
Sheās five months pregnant when the news finally breaks. A carefully orchestrated series of photos and stories rolls out, curated by her team to look organic; the fact that theyād chosen each outlet and timed each release did little to make it feel less like chaos. She wasnāt really in control. The inability to hide her shifting body had ultimately forced her hand, forced her to confront a truth she hadnāt examined yet herself. How could something sheās wanted so bad make her feel so cold? The public leaps on the story, appetite voracious. But soon enough the meat is gone, and theyāre a chorus of wolves baying one thing, a singular note as they circle closer.
WHO IS THE FATHER, DAENERYS?
ii.
Everything in life had shifted the moment Rhaego was born. Her perspective, her life ā the very stars that wheeled overhead shuffled and then realigned, a new normal sheās unaccustomed to. It turned out that her fears were unfounded: all doubt had been ripped from her chest in that sterile operating room, her heart being torn right from her body and passed into her shaking arms. For a second, she can't even breathe. Canāt bear to break the moment, sharp as glass, that she first sees her sonās small face. Sheās crying, even as the hemorrhaging starts, reaching as heās taken away, fingertips left brushing dead space. Watching him even as her body fails, bleeding out, no heart behind her ribs. Maybe part of her did die that day, because one thing was for certain:
She is never the same.
iii.
There would be no more children for her. She should have mourned this loss, maybe, but even in that first wild week, she knew she never needed more. By two, thatās even more apparent. Itās incredible that someone so small should have the presence to command a room. This can be a problem, at times: now, more than ever, she needs to prove that womanhood has no bearing on work, that motherhood wonāt interfere. The result is an impossible tightrope walk to balance the two sides of her life ā professional and personal.
(God knows she doesnāt do it well.)
Some nights she doesnāt even get to see him before heās been put to bed. Those are the times she slips into his room and watches his little body limp with sleep, the only time heās ever still. Sometimes she goes back into the kitchen to pour herself a glass of wine; sometimes she steps into the hall and cries. Sometimes she crawls into his bed and lays beside him, feeling that little heart of his beating in sync with each and every pulse of her own. Stares into the dark, knowing how fiercely that she loves him.
She just isn't sure if that was enough.
iv.
His father flies in the day before graduation. She imagines she can feel the moment he lands, and along her spine, the skin prickles. When he steps through the door, she can feel it. All the energy shifts in the room, like a breath being forcefully drawn from the lungs (and wouldnāt he love to see her choke?) But she hasn't forgotten what he's done. Will never forget that span of days when panic had set her bones on fire and grief had nearly shattered her soul. He'd come. With one call, he'd come, half a world away and many worlds apart, but he'd brought their son home to them again. So perhaps there's an understanding between them that keeps the vitriol swallowed back, or she simply refuses to do this today. So she smiles, a polite, professional veneer of red lipped grace and placid eyes. There was a time she'd hated him, but she can't seem to grasp that anger right now. Loyalty deserves a reward, after all.
And he deserves to be here today.
Sharp canines chew into the stalk of wheat between his lips, the fine-toothed dagger in his palm dragging against the white bone branch in his lap. He never enjoyed the cold and ever since venturing this way to skyrim Faendal had hoped heād grow to like it, but even after his years he still missed the damp warm forest of Valenwood. Smoke rises slowly into the crisp air, the fading sun off along the horizon, camp had been made and now with the night approaching the wood elf could hear the stirring life that waited for dark. Dark eyes peeled from his handy work and spy the pale head of hair across from him, tongue working around the wheat stalk he speaks. ā Best we keep the fire going all night, otherwise weāll invite unwanted guests. āĀ
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IF ASKED, THE YOUNG QUEEN would agree with Faedal's barren sentiments. The cold was a misery not to be avoided, unable to be stopped by cloth, by furs. Daenerys is currently beneath several layers of these, plagued by a constant, fine tremor that sets her bones to vibrating. āGuests are the least of my concerns,ā she imparts, breath clouding before her in the chill air. She looks to him over the flames, brow arched in wry amusement. āI may even welcome them, if the night turns any colder.ā
I know everyone is always ragging on having teenagers but Iām here to counter this pov and tell you that itās actually really fun. exhibit a:
His gaze remains unwavering as her face shifts; it's as if she has a wild, jagged-toothed maw obscured by that sickeningly sweet smile. He continues to hold his mug by his lips, pulling back just enough to smack them thoughtfully.
"No," he answers, curtly. Maybe therein lies the issue. He lowers the mug. "...You can continue." He's very well aware of the risks he takes.
DAENERYS REACHES FOR his hand. To the casual observer, itās a sweet gesture: an outdoor cafe on a busy street, a couple drinking coffee, holding hands. She doesnāt look away from him as those nails, red and manicured and sharp, curl to dig into the meat of his palm. ( He forgets that a dragon has claws ā or else, he simply wants to see them. The end result is the same. )
āInterrupt me again,ā she begins, dulcet tones so at odds with the steel of her spine, āand Iāll shatter your teeth with that mug.ā Her own fingertips burn with the pressure. She smiles again. āUnderstood?ā
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being alive is like: you want to go home. you don't know where home is. you want to go home. you don't know where home is. you want to go home. you haven't known for a long time. you want to go home but you don't know where you'd go. you want to go home you want to go home you want to go home
Endless edits of Daenerys x
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sluuuuuurp. very, very loudly, and very, very obviously to drown out what is being said to him.
WHATEVER SHE WAS SAYING is forgotten. The thought trails off unfinished, a saccharine smile finding its place on plush, perfectly lined lips. Daenerys folds her hands in her lap, sitting back and fixing him with a cool stare.
āIām sorry. Is there a problem?ā And, unspoken: there better not be.
hiiii I didnāt get much sleep and Iāll be out this afternoon but Iām always available on discord!! so if you donāt mind me yapping incessantly, hmu there š
stirring the pot starters // not accepting you'reĀ notĀ asĀ untouchableĀ asĀ youĀ act. ( @draconisa )
pissed off did not cover it anymore. the anger simmered deep, hot blaze that has been stoked too long by her constant running, by the way she had slip from his bed only to appear on some other man's arm at galas and afterparties, playing the game of high society because she had to, because her world demanded it, and his fame seemed to damage it more than boost. he had seen the photos splashed across feeds: her laughing with suited executives, dancing too close with actors whose hands lingered where sett's should have been, all because appearances mattered more than the truth. jealousy was cruel, possessive and primal, a silent growl he had bury under a demeanour that was fragile. he was pissed at her fear, pissed at the men who touched what was his, pissed at the complicated knot she had tied around his heart and yanked every time she bolted.
he loomed in the doorway from his room, glass of whiskey forgotten in his massive hand, vermillion spikes disheveled from raking digits through them too many times just minutes before. muscles stood prominent and tight under his fitted shirt: shoulders were mountains, limbs were corded with veins pulsing visible fury. his aureate spheres locked on hers, seas of emotions that he tried ( and tried, and tried ) to tame. ā y' got some fucking nerve standing there saying that, daenerys. ā vocals were a fractured stone, hoarse and husky, containing his emotions. ā as if you aren't the one who keeps rippin' yourself out of my life every time it gets too real... and i have to deal with this damn frustration that keeps gnawing at me. ā
there was only so much he could tolerate, only so much he could do āø» so he remained in the same position, imprisoning his structure in hopes he could also imprison his emotions. ā you made me this way. ā he hated her running, hated seeing her arm looped through strangers, hated the complicated fear that made her choose flight over the home he'd offer in a heartbeat. so mayhap the following smirk was more wounded, intended to hurt, than to be truly felt. ā isn't it time to leave, already? or the rain is too harsh that is pretty much forcing you to stay here... with me? ā
IN HINDSIGHT, SHE should have expected this. The photos had been everywhere this morning: the public picked apart societyās elite in cafes and comment sections, disseminating fact from fiction. Who wore what, who said what, who did who. Itās the latter that Daenerysās name has been seen most, in curious speculation. No matter her influence, her speeches, her donations, people have always loved to reduce her to little more than a pretty young girl. Whose arm had she been seen on? Who had she spoken with in that room, tucked in some quiet alcove, simply to be heard among the crowd? Little else in this world managed to travel as swiftly as gossip, and there was plenty of it about her right now.
Is it any wonder that she keeps a distance from him? Youāre running, heād accused hotly. Youāre scared. And even if thatās true, itās all too easily repackaged within her logical thoughts. Sheās protecting herself. Sheās even protecting him, despite that heās too stubborn to see it. A storm brews within her, all dark, roiling clouds and rising pressure, the kiss of static as it sweeps in. What more did he want from her? All her time? Her independence? He thought that she was afraid? No āā sheās just not losing everything for the sake of one single man.
(Sheās told herself this story enough that itās almost become the truth.)
āMade you this way?ā A laugh tears from her throat, some wry, bitter thing that she already hates. āYouāre a big boy, Sett. I donāt make you do anything that you donāt already want to.ā Beneath all her thunderous thoughts, Daenerys knows sheās pushing it. Doesnāt mean this ā doesnāt want to fucking do this ā but her anger rises to meet his own, unable to be reined back in. āAnd if you want me to go? Just say it. But donāt act like Iām trying to run from you.ā
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