#fullcfterrors

listen dany is in full support of draedys getting some ass but nOT IN FRONT OF HER OWN EYES LMAO she may give him one of those shots though seeing as he is her brother

damn i guess you Lucky i haven’t answered the ask on his kinks yet that’s being saved for tomorrow but like he can’t help it also he’s really hard to miss bc he’s almost 7ft tall so he towers over just about Everyone

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To some, they are nothing more than beasts. They do not think. They do not feel. They cannot understand. But their mother knows.

As much as there was displeasure in the rough handling Robb received by the queens dothraki guards , Robb did not fight against them . He wished to approach the Dragon Queen with respect -- with the offer of willing future alliance between her rule and the north . Since he lost his army , and what was left of his family , Robb remained in hiding . He wished to stray from those allied to house stark , as it was in his best interest that they think him dead . To seek refuge from a powerful leader , one who would know him not -- That was precisely what he needed in order to take back his home . 

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Ser Jorah gave a sharp knock at his Queen’s Door. The door opened swiftly, revealing the handmaiden, Irri, staring at him sleepily. The woman did not offer any words, only stood there, until his Khaleesi spoke, only saying come. He knew it was dark and hard to tell who it was, but she seemed to recognize him in the shadow. The exiled knight ducked his head as he entered. “My Queen. I am sorry for disturbing your sleep.” Ser Jorah bowed his head, “My Queen,” he repeated again, “I was hoping to have a few private words.” When she nodded and padded the bed beside her, he sat beside her, waiting for Irri to take her leave. “I wanted to speak about Strong Belwas. This Arstan Whitebeard.  And Illyario Mopatis, who sent them. The Warlocks in Qarth have warned you of being betrayed three times,” The knight said, as Viserion and Rhaegal watched them closely. “Mirri Maz Duur was the fist. And now these two appear. This is troubling and something we dare not excuse.” His thoughts were forgotten, as Silver tresses fell forward, framing round breasts that were revealed from the fallen blanket; his eyes and silence must have betrayed him, as her hands hastily pulled the blanket back up to cover her chest. Ser Jorah lifted his gaze, and his dark eyes met her own. “Don’t forget, your grace, that Robert has promised Lordship to the man that slays you. I understand that Arstan has saved you from the Manticore in Qarth, but I cannot help but think how easily it could have been your throat. My Queen, has it not occurred to you that he may be in leagues with the assassin?” How much do you trust Magister Illyario?” He asked, not sharing the same smile that graced the Khaleesi’s face. “He is a clever man and clever men hatch ambitious plans.”

Ser Jorah stood. “Perhaps you should head to Slaver’s Bay. The Magister eagerly awaits you in Pentos, wanting you back under his roof. But see how quick these wealthy friends turn their backs to your cause; you need to ask Captain Groleo to turn this ship towards Slaver’s Bay, and you will see the Army that awaits you there. Astapor is where you should set sail, you can buy the unsullied.” The advice must have been what she needed; she quickly tossed the blanket aside, striding over to her chest in the corner, tossing it open and forgetting that she was naked in his presence. The old bear studied her curves in the lamplight, staying very still, clutching his fists to resist going to her. The awkwardness seemed to fade with the beautiful sound of her voice, commanding him to bring her medallion belt to match her sandsilk trousers. She started to ask for something else as she turned towards him, but before she could turn herself completely around, he wrapped his arms around her. The iron studs from his leather jerkin dug into naked breasts as he crushed her hard against him. One hand held her by the shoulder while the other slid down her spine to the small of her back, opening her mouth with his tongue, accepting the invite immediately. He released her, immediately after getting a taste of something that was forbidden for so long, not apologizing for anything that transpired, only telling her what he always wanted to say. “I should not have waited so long. I should have kissed you in Qarth, in Vaes Tolorru. I should have kissed you in the red waste, every night and every day. You were made to be kissed, often and well.” Before he could say anything more, his Queen, His Khaleesi, Daenerys...stepped back towards him and shoved him down upon her bed, straddling him, pressing her delicate hands atop his chest to hold him in place. The look in her eyes was confused, but her heavy breathing spoke of her intentions; he laid there, daring not touch her without consent, waiting for her to make the first move, say something to break this fevered dream. He was in her hands now, and she could easily break him.

𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒   𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌   𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 | 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆

It is the kindest thing she could ever say to him. Every syllable she speaks makes his heart soar. She is his queen, gentle and kind. His Khaleesi—brave and strong in ways that Jorah could not ever hope to imagine. A smile graces his lips.

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my opinion on;

character in general: i’m so / so about dany , but to be fair , if it’s not brienne then i’m not interested LOL . i don’t like their treatment of her in the last two seasons though . not to mention it’s HELLA out of character but also really unfair ? for dany ? she lost one of her children for her bf’s cause , then one of her closest friends , then for some god awful back - bending hella reaching reason all her advisers decided to turn on her when a few seasons ago they were proclaiming that she was the best thing that can happen to westeros it’s ???? it doesn’t make sense luv how they play them: really well ! we’ve only had a few replies on our plotted thread and i’m really enjoying how it’s going . i wholeheartedly believe brienne WOULD support dany ( the whole freedom for slaves , not the mad queen majig ) or she would at least give her a chance . anyway , i enjoy their portrayal in our thread . her dialogue is very dany and the prose * chef kiss , spot on ! the mun: i haven’t talked to them too much , i don’t think -- but they seem like an absolute sweetheart !

do i;

follow them:  yes . rp with them: yes . want to rp with them: ofc . with their other muses as well if they’re up for it (-: ship their character with mine: if there’s chemistry between our characters then why not aha

what is my;

overall opinion: love them ! i’m really happy i’ve gotten the chance to write with someone so talented as them , they’re amazing and i love seeing them on my dash ~

delicate  digits  dance  over  the  gashes  of  lilac  that  litter  his  body; it seems the room that had only seconds before been soaked in silence and stillness and the gentle movement of only two chests rising and falling to the same rhythm as though they were one, had become deafening. jon could hear it all now. he could hear her breath, usually steady and tranquil, a melody meant only for his ears that seemed to bring peace to him wherever they lay, had quickened with curiosity. it was as though he could the thoughts, the questions, circling around and around in her head, desperate to find their way from their throat, but uncertain of the response that awaited them.

FIVE SCARS. four scattered upon his torso. had it just been those four, it could have been played as a miracle of nature, a sign from the old gods that jon snow was not to die. but the fifth; the fifth lay too close to his heart. the fifth was a blow that no man could survive. and yet here he lay, heart beating so hard it felt as though it would burst from his once still chest  ⁠———— all because of HER. 

a shaky breath escapes from lips slightly parted. stormy hues let themselves gently shut in a moment of deliberation, then find way to the lacerations, examining them. “i shouldn’t be here.” it was the truth. he should have been long dead, his body engulfed by the flames that had instead been used to bring him back. the red lady had told him that a greater fate awaited him, that he was needed for SOMETHING MORE, and yet time had not revealed this bigger meaning to him. but perhaps, just perhaps, it lay next to him.