all i'm saying is that i miss rhaegal's untamable ferocity, their desire to just... burn everything.
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━ ❧ do i... do i bring my girl back ? ?
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BLOOM IN CHAOS. it’s a cruel and random world, but the chaos is all so beautiful.
LOVED BY MEGAN
PROMO CREDIT
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i might put this blog on ‘ low-activity ‘ status.
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– ☀ @solsnkta sc.
THERE IS A PLAGUE. She doesn’t know if it is man, war, or the stain that is the dark sea. A decision will be made but it is not today - - thoughts not quite together after waking from a long slumber, and it is with childlike curiosity that she views the world.
What has changed? Who has changed?
Movement from below catches her eye. A twitch of the tail and a dip of the wings and she begins her descent. The ground shakes with her landing, and it continues to tremble as she takes step after step. Nostrils flare as she takes in this stranger’s scent. There is no ill-intent.
❝ What are you? ❞
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BLOOM IN CHAOS. it’s a cruel and random world, but the chaos is all so beautiful.
LOVED BY MEGAN
PROMO CREDIT
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the others were buried and I need to condense them into one anyway. so! like this post for a starter ( length varying ). all verses are open, and it doesn't matter if we already have a thread going!
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*presents flower* 🌼 be my main / exclusive?
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aleksling:
𝐌𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐓 / 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃 - & Yet , Aleksander knows that he is not seeing things. He has learned to never discount something - there was truth to every myth , a scrap of fact to every story. As the beast lurches forward , lowering her neck , Aleksander watches her with a growing curiosity. He would reach out - if not for fear of losing a limb.
“I am the darkling.”
A sharp response ; 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐈𝐓 𝐁𝐄 𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐔𝐍𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐍? in his hubris , the thought offends Aleksander.
“Who are you? Do you have a name , Dragon?”
HE ASKS FOR A NAME AND THE BEAST STILLS. A thought tickles the back of the mind. A ghost of a title but the more she tries to grasp it, the further it slips away. Frills tremble as a sign of her frustration and, as if it might hold the answer, she looks to the sky.
Born in the spring. Born in the fire. Born in the dusk? Vesna, pozhar, and sumerki. He is ‘ darkling, ‘ but who am I?
❝ No. ❞ She does not like this realization. It makes her feel empty. ❝ I have no name to give you, darkling. ❞ She looks at him once more. The burning wonder in her eyes is now dim, but it does not stop an inquiring mind. ❝ Why are you here? Are you searching for something? ❞
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– ☀ the voice of the dragon ( hc )
i don’t think i’ve mentioned how i imagine rhaegal’s voice to sound. it’s neither too low or too high, somewhat strained at times, slow and calculated ( depending on her level of excitement ).
the closest comparison i can give is this.
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drakaarys:
since i’m thinking about snakes, here are some behaviors that rhaegal has demonstrated, inspired by my snakes:
flicking the tongue to receive more information about her surroundings ( those are some interesting smells you got, friend ).
coiling into a ball ( when a hatchling ) after being frightened or threatened.
false striking ( no teeth, just a quick lunge towards the threat ), also only when young and before they have the ability to produce fire.
sticking the nostrils under water ( fresh, mostly ) and blowing bubbles.
important addition:
doing those big yawns to realign the jaw after eating.
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Send me a scene that happened in canon and I’ll write in detail how my muse felt in it!
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━ ❧ discord drop!! just let me know who you are.
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Reblog if I’m allowed to send you in character asks even if we have never talked before.
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stovmborn:
𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐒. or perhaps, it was merely her heart swelling within her chest. daenerys could not quite tell which it was but what she did know, was that the agony and grief that lived inside of her was as consuming as the flames from her children. a mother she was, though she had become just like her ancestors by allowing iron to meet with scales ––– shackles made from chains, forcing them into a darkness. it had been within her dreams to abolish slavery, to tear asunder each and every manacle that once held the small folk as slaves. though the mother of dragons did not consider the freedom in which she had taken from her own children. mother of monsters, she had once thought. though it seemed as though the only monster to exist had been daenerys stormborn.
❝ ––– se nyke jorrāelatan ao, nyke iēdrosa gaomagon se nyke va moriot kessa. ❞ breath becomes caught within her float, as though she is trying to breathe fire to no prevail. even in her mother tongue, words lack strength and thick brows stitching their way together paints it upon targaryen tainted features. hands cry to graze upon seas of jade, making themselves at home atop of rhaegal but she does not dare reach out. she is fearful, frightened and once more, she is the girl lost within the dothraki sea … abandoned and leagues away from home without a purpose. ❝ i made a mistake. i never should have chained you. zaldrīzes buzdari iksos daor. ❞
THIS FESTERING WOUND POISONS THE MIND. Horrid images of fire and death take over the mind. Paranoia has her believing that a chain will spring forth from the dirt and wrap itself around her throat, digging into the scales and flesh beneath. Burn them, unbidden thoughts say. Burn her.
The fire does not come. It never does.
In its place comes a low moan. A cry. They are words she longs to hear, and they touch the youngling within. It reaches out to its mother. It claws its way out and for a moment it takes control, and it causes her to step closer to the mother of dragons. To feel the touch of her hand against scales, to hear the soft coo of her voice and to feel safe and warm...
❝ Do you promise? ❞ The question comes from a weak voice. A child. ❝ We will be free? No chains will bind us? ❞
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𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐑𝐘 𝐆𝐎𝐃 ; counting out my sins just to cross them off , saying that my tongue was too loud to trust and that my blood couldn’t keep you. 𝐌𝐘 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑 , 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐒𝐎 𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓 ; you’re fooling heavens gates - so you won’t have to change.
𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓 - 𝐍𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐑
ind. private & very selective aleksander morozova from grishaverse. mixed canon ( show and books ) as well as heavily headcanon based. explored by isaac.
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my kink is having a rp partner that is also a very good friend where you can have 20+ ships with them but also tell them about everything and anything
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