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𝔖𝔥𝔢 𝔥𝔞𝔡 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔬𝔣 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔪𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯'𝔰 𝔟𝔢𝔞𝔲𝔱𝔶, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔫𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔫𝔞𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔢.

Princess Myrcella Baratheon from George R.R. Martin's A Song of Ice and Fire and HBO's Game of Thrones Franchise. Open world, crossover friendly with verses for house of the dragon and other AUs.

𝔖𝔥𝔢 𝔦𝔰 𝔰𝔬 𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔱𝔱𝔶, 𝔡𝔬𝔫'𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔨? ℑ 𝔴𝔦𝔰𝔥 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 ℑ 𝔥𝔞𝔡 𝔠𝔲𝔯𝔩𝔰 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔰. 𝔖𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔪𝔞𝔡𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔟𝔢 𝔞 𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔢𝔫, 𝔧𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔪𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯.

Multiverse and multishipper. Writte, curated and saved by Cali.

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔱𝔯𝔲𝔱𝔥 𝔴𝔞𝔰, 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔭𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔢𝔰𝔰 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔟𝔯𝔞𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔫 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔟𝔯𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔟𝔯𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔣𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔞𝔰 𝔴𝔢𝔩𝔩. ℌ𝔢𝔯 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔰 𝔴𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔮𝔲𝔦𝔠𝔨𝔢𝔯, 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔱𝔢𝔰𝔦𝔢𝔰 𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔢 𝔭𝔬𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔥𝔢𝔡. 𝔑𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔡𝔞𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔥𝔢𝔯, 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔫 𝔍𝔬𝔣𝔣𝔯𝔢𝔶.

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a head's up, i will be archiving and moving. same url, it's just some of the tags are broken and too many people and it feels clogged.

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she   can't   laugh   through   her   breathing,   leveled   as   she   moved   with   more   confidence   now   but   she   smiles   back   at   him.   "your   princess,   right?"   and   she   is   doing   good.   she   hears   him   react   and   that's   a   good   sign   she   is   told.   she   often   wondered   if   men   would   be   vocal   like   women   are   or   if   it's   all   just   as   plain   as   her   septas   as   said   but   no,   here   she   is,   out   of   breath   and   doing   more   exercise   she   would   do   on   a   day's   walk   and   she   feels   the   sweat   stick   to   the   back   of   her   neck   as   he   brings   her   close   for   a   kiss.   myrcella   sighs   in   relief   when   he   moves   too,   though   she   does   not   mind   doing   the   work   it   felt   nice   how   he   moved,   catching   her   by   surprise   a   few   times   when   he   hits   deep   inside   and   she   moans   his   name   again.

  there   is   the   signs   of   a   delicate   ache   between   her   legs,   the   first   man   to   be   with   her,   it's   him   who   stretches   her   and   leaves   his   mark   on   her   now.   "i   always   wanted   you   to   be   my   first.   i   always   prayed   the   maiden."   she   had   a   funny   way   of   making   her   dream   happen,   does   it?   but   nevermind   it   because   it's   now.   men   like   being   told   they   are   first   too,   don't   they?

  that's   what   she   was   told,   which   is   why   her   maidenhood   had   been   so   cared   for   and   here   she   is,   with   Robb   deep   inside   her   and   her   teeth   biting   on   her   lip   as   hands   move   to   pull   on   his   hair.   the   compliments   make   her   shiver,   pride   filling   her   and   encouraging   her   to   keep   going.   "i'   have   only   taken   you.   and   i   don't   want   anyone   else."   this   is   what   she   wants.   the   north,   robb   stark   and   the   sweet   ache   between   her   legs   with   him.

one hand is at her hip while the other guides himself inside her. it is a rather sinful sight for him to behold. the woman who had captivated his mind, body, and soul. and yet here she was atop of him ; beautifully disheveled and moaning. how was he supposed to have any control ? the moment he realized his desires were returned, he could not stop himself. a quiet groan slips from his lips and though his hips reacted instinctively by rolling upwards, he does his best to allow her time to adjust. " princess, " the young wolf returns in a tone that could be seen as teasing. a cupped palm finds the nape of her neck, pulling her closer into the kiss. his tongue traces her lower lip, deepening the kiss as it explores her mouth.

robb hums and it is a mixture of desire and frustration, unable to verbally express how her words effected him. spoken as an observation and yet he felt the heat of arousal coiling in his abdomen. " how does it feel ? " the question comes out husky. breathless as she starts to move her hips. it is a relief. a pleasure unlike any other. his hand is greedy as it moves up her torso, palming at her breast. it is then that he takes the opportunity to move his hips in time with hers, a quiet curse sounding from him. " you are so good for me, myrcella. " the pad of his thumb circles her nipple. " you take me so well. "

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@ironf0rged asked: There you go, that’s a good girl. ( from robb )

She   falls   plain   at   the   compliment,   a   soft   moan   coming   through   her   lips   the   moment   he   does   it,   as   he   helps   her   lower   herself   on   him.   How   dangerous   it   is,   to   bed   a   wolf,   a   man   like   him,   her   dress   a   bundle   mess   by   her   waist   and   her   sleeves   are   pulled   down   to   reveal   the   thin   dornish   cloth   that   covered   her   breast   before   her   hands   frame   his   face.   "Robb."   His   name   is   like   a   prayer,   as   she   tries   to   adjust   to   him,   a   small   pressure   on   her   back   and   she   arches   it   pressing   her   chest   to   his   own,   and   her   hand   raises   his   face   to   find   her   own   as   she   kisses   him.  

This   was   bound   to   happen   the   moment   he   had   taken   her.   She   always   knew   she   belonged   to   him,   since   she   was   a   girl   and   dreamed   of   a   husband   and   winter.   It   was   always   him   she   saw.   "I   feel   full."   How   is   she   meant   to   move?   What   would   he   like?   She   recalls   something   Arianne   said,   like   a   ride   on   a   horse,   a   throttle   of   sorts,   as   she   begins   to   move   her   hips   trying   tot   keep   him   inside   as   much   as   she   could,   and   the   stimulation   causes   her   to   moan   again.   "Is   that   good?   Am   I   good?"   She   wants   to   hear   it   again,   how   good   she   is   for   him.

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MAGNIFICENT CENTURY RP MEMES — EPISODE ONE. change pronouns as necessary / preferred.

“ come here! get up! “

“ apologize, or it will be a disaster for us. “

“ you can’t die before we reach the palace.”

“ who grew up with grief for his brothers.”

“ who never forgets what he understands.”

“ not a disaster. doesn’t ___ have another son ?”

“ some words stop wars, some words lose you your head. “

“ the lion is gone and the sheep has taken it’s place. “

“ hush, my mother is looking. “

“ it will be a disaster for us ?! what more can happen to me ? “

“ quickly! take these ! come on!”

“ only you and I believed in this dream. what does fate have in store for us ? “

“ hold your head upright. “

“ bring me that insolent girl. “

“ you are gazing at the stars again. tell me, what are they saying ? “

“ the crown is indebted to you. I wish you to keep your station. “

“ he decides whether you live or die. and I. “

“ your majesty. I thought you were resting.”

“ but i have a wish of you. “

“ the time has come for you to start a family. high time.”

“ if i had a chance to choose a brother / sister. I’d choose you. “

“ please, mother. there is too much pain and evil here. “

“ does the place you come from wait for you ? would you be able to see it ? would your heart be your compass ? “

“ is it possible turn back ? or does destiny only point forward ? “

“ you are no longer children. “

“ if you listen and learn everything and do everything as told, this palace will become a heaven for you. if you don’t, it will be hell. “

“ did you understand what was said ? did you?”

“ am i more beautiful then this emerald ring ? “

“ how long will we go, mother ? let us stop and play. “

“ bow your head and don’t lift it up until he passes. “

“ your majesty, aren’t we going to the audience chamber ? “

“ he was so handsome, wasn’t he ? “

“ we are all his subjects, you know. his wishes are law. “

“ now the tailors are waiting with their scissors in hand, come, let’s go. “

“ tell me, have you conceived ? “

“ tomorrow will be your first council meeting, they will be curious on what decisions you’re about to make. “

“ ___ has his father’s gaze. “

“mother, this palace is so big. I’ll get lost in here. how will i find you ? “

“ your grandmother is waiting. “

“ your father must be busy, not now. you will see him later. “

“ he is only a child. he was only talking nonsense. “

“ do you know how to dance or sing ? “

“ my little one, my dear son. i have missed you so much. “

“ go on to your chambers, settle in, rest. you have come a long way. “

“ I won’t sleep! my father is coming. “

“ there will be great festivities for his grace tonight. music, dancing, everything. “

“ I don’t get upset over simple things like this, girl. rest now. tomorrow is a new day. “

“ this is not divine justice, this is ___ justice. “

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THE MUSKETEERS 2014-2016

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𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓: 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄, 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒, 𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍.

All these sentences were found on pinterests about romance, longing, pinning, sweet whispering, dirty talk and intimacy. Those that are intimate and smutty are label as such so please beware. Change names, pronouns, locations as you see fit.

For former lovers, separation and the longing:

I wish we never met, you are too hard to forget.

You don’t even know how beautiful you are.

You broke my heart. You killed me.

I just miss you all the time.

There is only one heart in this body. Have mercy on me.

For you it’s all just a game, isn’t it?

We all have our seasons, my issue is that all remind me of you.

I’m jealous of everyone who can see you everyday.

We will meet again in our dreams.

Perhaps in another life. . .we would’ve worked.

I don’t care how complicated this gets.

I wish you loved me like I love you.

Am I not good enough for you?

I wish it was easier to hate you.

Just because I let you go doesn't mean I wanted to.

Please stop making me think you are in love with me.

What is this? Whatever we have, it’s not longer simple.

You knew I loved you and you broke my heart anyways.

You left. I woke up one day and you were gone. Not even a goodbye.

I love you and it’s killing me.

Come back alive and I’ll say it. Come back to me and I’ll say anything you want.

I’ll wait for you, but don’t take forever.

I wish I had met you a long time ago.

You are putting words in my mouth.

I might be heartless but you are naive.

You’re right I don’t want to feel anything.

You are scared of the way I make you feel.

I have loved you since we were children.

Stop denying what happened between us. 

You keep saying it was just an affair. But it wasn’t. 

Who hurt you?

I’ll always find you.

Wherever you are, if you need me, I will find you. If you need me.

You don't need to say a word. I never expected you to feel the same.

You are still searching for me in every woman.

Intimacy between lovers, nsft:

You can control what I eat, what I wear, who I talk to.

Good girl, you are taking it so well.

You are making me proud.

This is just for you.

You're taking it so good.

Eyes on me while I fuck you, baby.

You like that, uh?

Lift your hips for me, love.

Mine. Only fucking mine.

If you can still walk, then we are not finished.

You say we are friends, but friends don’t know the way you taste.

Dirty and loyal, that’s my girl.

You deserve to be fucked until you can’t stand up.

Shh, just a bit more. That’s it.

There you go, that’s a good girl.

We have to be careful, we can’t fall in love.

I’m going to eat you up.

I’ll do things you never forget.

We are lovers, we can’t stop loving.

You little aristocrat, I want to fuck you. Teach you things, humiliate you.

I never stopped wanted you. I want you now so bad.

Maybe I should get on my knees and worship you.

Lift up your dress.

You don’t need pleasure, you need shivers.

I want you in my mouth.

Tie me up, tell me I’m yours, take control.

You got to be quiet or someone will hear you.

Does it get you wet? That someone might walk in?

Bend over, hands on the bed.

Brace yourself on the wall. 

Are you going to come for me? 

Come inside me, please. 

You like a gentleman who knows how not to be gentle.

I can’t hate you. Not like this. Not now. 

The taste of you is so addictive. 

Do you want me to turn over? Take me from behind? 

Oh, I thought you were mad at me.

Wet my fingers for me, sweetheart.

Use that mouth of yours. 

Move with me, grind on it.

Did he ever touched you like this?

Don’t let a single drop go to waste.

Strip for me.

Do you let all your enemies fuck you like this?

Open up for me.

Don’t come until I give you permission.

Have I not been a good girl?

I learn fast. Does that feel good?

You deserve the best, because you are my good girl.

I'm going to ruin you.

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𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒.

All sentences here were taken from different media about possessive love, the thrill of the chase, banter, and competition regarding one's affection. Some have foul language so please beware but most are fun, banter, possessive fun. All of these are made for roleplay purposes. Change names, pronouns, locations as you see fit.

I love you. You’re mine. I’ll kill any bastard who tries to take you from me.

I spend a quarter of every day inside you. 

I have never said this to anyone before.

But the idea of you with child is the most insanely arousing thing I’ve ever imagined.

Your belly all swollen, your breasts heavy, the funny little way you would walk … I would worship you. I would take care of your every need. And everyone would know that I’d made you that way, that you belonged to me.

You want to be free. You also want to be mine. You can't be both.

We can't possess one another.

Just because I can't have you right now, doesn't mean I'm okay with him having you.

I will be good to you, Myst. Please, I promise.

You are mine. And I protect what’s mine.

Of course I won't go alone. I shall take my maid.

No.You will take me.

The purpose of a knight is to protect. Why won’t you let him do his job to me?

I want you all to myself.

I can’t explain to you the joy I feel knowing it’s all mine. That you are all mine, that your body is all mine.

There is something in me that wakes up when I want something, a possession.

God knows he deserved you more than I do. 

Listen well, for you belong to me.

Good grief, you’re such an adorably greedy person.

And when you fall in love with her  just keep in mind that she’s mine. 

 She’s more than you could handle, anyway.

That almost sounds like a challenge.

I don’t need your permission to do anything.

Your hands will touch me and no one else, Meadow. That is final.

You chase off every man that’s ever been interested, and you do it without even trying.

You reject every suitor and yet, you keep entertaining me. I believe you want me too, and you are dying to be touched.

I don't own you, you just belong to me.

You’re my gold, your cunt is my liquid gold. 

I will have your mouth, you will give it to me. Then I will have your spirit, Circe. I will own it. Always.

By the gods you have never been more beautiful than you are right now, spread before me, wrapped in my wool.

Once I take you, you are mine. My woman. No other man can have you.

I do not belong to you, or to anyone else. I will talk to whomever I want, whenever I want.

Not if it’s some ass who thinks he can put his hands on you.

You didn’t have a problem with me acting like a caveman last night.

When it comes to you… I don’t like to share.

Most men prefer to do the eating.

Do you know what passion is?

Most people think it only means desire. Arousal. Wild abandon. But that’s not all. The word derives from the Latin. It means suffering. Submission. Pain and pleasure, Nikki. Passion.

You’re wearing my colors, love.

I’m going to put you on your knees, Ruby. You’re going to hate how much you love it.

He is my king, he is my warrior, he is my husband and I am proud to say above all… he is mine.

You have rare beauty the like I have never seen but you will be more beautiful heavy with my seed.

You are my golden queen. You are my tigress. You are my Circe. 

Never will I allow your gold to be taken from me. Never. Understand this, Circe, and never forget.

Maybe I fell in love with a version of him that didn't exist.

 I would have you right here if you would let me. Fear you? I exalt you. 

You could burn me a thousand times, and I would still want you for my own.

Everything has a price. The price, however, isn't always money.

You’re my scariest hell, You’re my perfect paradise.

Well, I admit my crib is pretty sweet. But a gold cage is still a cage, Harry.

I intend to the last. 

If I win, then you shall be mine. Tonight.

You are so sure of yourself.

The game is simple. The women run, the men chase. If you catch the one with your color. . .well, that’s up to you.

But women have been running all their lives, most men don’t catch that easily.

We are in a maze, lost, and your hand is up my skirt.

Aye, but I don’t hear any complaints. The maze will hide our secret.

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𝔓𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔢𝔰𝔰 𝔐𝔶𝔯𝔠𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔞 𝔬𝔣 ℌ𝔬𝔲𝔰𝔢 𝔅𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔬𝔫

through the years. myrcella remain true to the tales of looking like her mother but her features never reflecting the nature of her. after the attempt on her life, myrcella was left with a scar on her cheek and near her ear, with advances of medicine and makeup it healed, however, the dornish sun made the skin healed a shade darker but she does not mind it. as a way, myrcella sees it as a way to finally separate her beauty from that of her mother. myrcella spend most of her life in dorne and so, she takes kindly to warmer clothes and easier fabrics that are lessen constricted to her frame. after meeting the dragon queen and aegon, she took on some elements of valyrian fashion and made it her own, like long sleeves but deattached as well long flowy dresses and plenty of rings and bracelets.

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𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐘 (𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟒) 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒. all quotes and sentences were taken from the movie troy (2004). change locations, names and pronouns as you see fit. mentions of war and politics are included in this post.

 I'll tell you a secret. Something they don't teach you in your temple. The Gods envy us. They envy us because we're mortal, because any moment might be our last. 

Everything is more beautiful because we're doomed. You will never be lovelier than you are now.

If they ever tell my story let them say that I walked with giants.

Men rise and fall like the winter wheat, but these names will never die. 

Let them say I lived in the time of Hector, tamer of horses. Let them say I lived in the time of Achilles.

You gave me peace in a lifetime of war.

You're still my enemy in the morning.

You're still my enemy tonight. But even enemies can show respect.

I have endured what no one on earth has endured before. I kissed the hands of the man who killed my son.

I know my country better than the Greeks, I think.

 You are a brave man. I could have your head on a spit in the blink of an eye.

 Do you really think death frightens me now? I watched my eldest son die, watched you drag his body behind your chariot.

Give him back to me. He deserves a proper burial, you know that. Give him to me.

How many cousins have you killed? How many sons and fathers and brothers and husbands? How many, brave Achilles?

I knew your father, he died before his time. But he was lucky not to live long enough to see his son fall.

War is young men dying and old men talking. You know this. Ignore the politics.

My brothers of the sword! I would rather fight beside you than any army of thousands! Let no man forget how menacing we are.

Do you know what's waiting beyond that beach? Immortality! Take it! It's yours!

 I chose nothing. I was born and this is what I am.

Imagine a king who fights his own battles. Wouldn't that be a sight?

Of all the warlords loved by the gods, I hate him the most.

Will strangers hear our names long after we are gone, and wonder who we were, how bravely we fought, how fiercely we loved?

Men are haunted by the vastness of eternity.

You say you're willing to die for love but you know nothing about dying and you know nothing about love!

Go home, prince. Drink some wine, make love to your wife. Tomorrow, we'll have our war.

Perhaps your brother can comfort them. I hear he's good at charming other men's wives.

You speak of war as if it's a game.

But how many wives wait at Troy's gates for husbands they'll never see again?

If you go to Troy, glory will be yours. 

And the world will remember your name. But if you go to Troy, you will never come back... for your glory walks hand-in-hand with your doom. And I shall never see you again.

 They say your mother was an immortal godess. They say you can't be killed.

You have your swords. I have my tricks. We play with the toys the gods give us.

All my life I've lived by a code and the code is simple: honor the gods, love your woman and defend your country.

Troy is mother to us all. Fight for her!

There are no pacts between lions and men.

Aren't you afraid?

 Everyone dies, whether today or fifty years from now.

If I don't, you'll kill more men.

At night I see their faces. All the men I've killed. They're standing there on the far bank of the river Styx. They're waiting for me. They say, 'Welcome, brother'.

Last time you spoke to me like this, you were 10 years old and you'd just stolen Father's horse. What have you done now?

Do you love me, brother? Will you protect me from any enemy?

Well, then your men did. The sun god will have his vengeance.

His priests are dead, and his acolyte's a captive. i think your god is afraid of me.

Afraid? Apollo is master of the sun, he fears nothing.

I know more about the gods than your priests. I've seen them.

You're royalty, aren't you? Spent years talking down to men.

You must be royalty. What's your name? Even the servants of Apollo have names.

 What do you want here in Troy? You didn't come for the Spartan queen.

Why kill you now, Prince of Troy, with no-one here to see you fall?

You should not have come here tonight.

That's what you said last night?

Last night was a mistake.

I have made many mistakes this week.

Of all the kings of Greece, I respect you most. But in this war you're a servant. And I refuse to be a servant any longer.

Sometimes you need to serve in order to lead. I hope you understand that one day.

Prince Hector, is he as good a warrior as they say?

You come here uninvited. Go back to your ships and go home.

The sun was shining when your wife left you.

She's up there, watching, isn't she? Good. I want her to watch you die.

And I've seen the limits of your mercy and I tell you now, no son of Troy will ever submit to a foreign ruler.

Trojan soldiers died protecting you. Perhaps they deserve more than your pity.

Pearls from the sea of Propontus.

Am I still your captive?

I have heard rumors of your beauty. And for once, the gossip is right.

Soldiers of Troy! You men are warriors! To lead you has been my honor!

Hector fights for his country! Achilles fights only for himself!

You were brave to fight them. You have courage.

To fight back when I'm attacked? A dog has that kind of courage.

It's no insult to say a dead man is dead.

I can't ask anyone to fight for me. I'm no longer queen of Sparta.

You're a princess of Troy now. And my brother needs you tonight.

Menelaus was a brave man. He fought for honor. And every day I was with him, I wanted to walk into the sea and drown.

I almost lost this war because of your little romance.

I want to see him grow tall. I want to see all the girls chasing after him.

Well, of course you do, she's a beautiful woman.

Then I'll make it easy for him to find me. I'll walk right up to him and tell him you're mine.

May the gods keep the wolves in the fields and the women in our beds.

[myrc3lla-a]

having a cella with agency is hbo's loss. an older cella who might take place in some sort of queenmaker plot because she doesn't want her yougner brother to be manipulated or killed. a cella who even if the bethrodal with trystane happens or not, wants to be like queen rhaenys, queen alysanne, thinking of girls like her who are send away from home and sell basically to others. cella having an agency that helps with peace, as well restoring house baratheon to a proper name while remaining part of it, by 300 years from the time, people will only think of it as rumors that she was conceived by her uncle. its just a rumor, and she always behaved and dressed in her house fashion. a cella who looks forward.

so if another plot happens, she wants in, because she wants to make sure that the realm finally falls at peace.

[myrc3lla-a]

𝔓𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔢𝔰𝔰 𝔐𝔶𝔯𝔠𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔞 𝔬𝔣 ℌ𝔬𝔲𝔰𝔢 𝔅𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔬𝔫

through the years. myrcella remain true to the tales of looking like her mother but her features never reflecting the nature of her. after the attempt on her life, myrcella was left with a scar on her cheek and near her ear, with advances of medicine and makeup it healed, however, the dornish sun made the skin healed a shade darker but she does not mind it. as a way, myrcella sees it as a way to finally separate her beauty from that of her mother. myrcella spend most of her life in dorne and so, she takes kindly to warmer clothes and easier fabrics that are lessen constricted to her frame. after meeting the dragon queen and aegon, she took on some elements of valyrian fashion and made it her own, like long sleeves but deattached as well long flowy dresses and plenty of rings and bracelets.

mutuals can interact and reblog.

[myrc3lla-a]

speaking of cella, i do have her listed as heterosexual, mostly because she is still young, and had never thought of women that way. no better place than dorne to experiment and try and see if she does. but while she finds other women pretty and beautiful, she never felt that attraction that should be felt in a romantic or sexual way. but she is an ally. think of that video:

this is my best friend valentina, she is an ally, say something valentina.

[myrc3lla-a]

thing i learned about cella in her time writing her in sexy sunday times

pillow princess turn a little bratty

big on teasing

fast learner

the first time she took a ride she broke a man's brain

vivid fantasies

enjoys making her man jealous

would not mind two men for her, thank you, she is princess and high maintanance.

she does take a lot of tips from lys when it comes to pleasing a man.

wanna try a new position? she is your gal.

a bit into nicknames.

call her princess, little princess, baby girl, it's fun.

she will call herself that in turn.

[myrc3lla-a]

@dcviline asked: ❝ You know I can’t stay away from my princess for too long. ❞ ( harry )

"And   yet   you   keep   on   leaving."   She   snarks   back   in   turn   as   she   presses   the   night   coat   around   her   waist   and   turns   to   look   at   him.   He   is   always   there   looking   as   smug   as   one   can   after   months   of   no   contact,   one   would   think   she   would   grow   used   to   it   by   now   but   the   truth   was,   his   absences   had   convince   her   mother   that   perhaps   she   should   start   looking   for   a   husband   elsewhere.  

"Next   time   you   return   I   might   be   already   wed."   Myrcella   gives   as   a   small   warn   and   also   to   entice   him   into   the   conversation.   She   is   aware   that   his   heart   belongs   to   the   sea   first,   as   a   ironborn   and   a   captain,   but   she   isn't   sure   how   long   she   can   compete   with   the   sea   for   his   heart   as   she   grows   older.   "Would   you   be   alright   with   being   a   lover,   then?   I   am   your   princess   but   you   pay   no   attention   to   me   and   the   court   whispers."

  That   she   made   an   ill   choice.   That   the   only   reason   she   chose   him   as   her   courting   man   was   because   he   took   her   on   his   boat,   which   wasn't   entire   untrue   but   there   was   more   to   it.   But   there   is   plenty   at   take   for   her   to   just   let   this   go   this   time.   She   sighs,   sitting   on   the   edge   of   the   bed   as   emerald   eyes   look   upon   him.   "I   think   we   need   to   talk."

[myrc3lla-a]

[myrc3lla-a]

@ladyruled asked: ❛ it is important to refuse to be intimidated. ❜

"I'm   not.   But   it's   also   wise   to   know   a   dragon   in   our   shores   is   not   something   either   of   us   has   dealt   with   before."   Aegon   they   call   him.   The   dead   son   of   the   Prince   her   mother   keeps   dreaming   about.   She   was   brought   back   from   Dorne   for   safety   though   she   will   the   first   to   say   that   she   might   be   safer   in   Dorne   than   in   King's   Landing   or   the   Rock.   Another   dragon   looms   in   Essos,   who   knows   when   that   one   will   return.

  "Not   even   grandfather   would   fight   against   dragons.   What   do   we   have   against   them?   Lions   at   the   Rock?   Perhaps   the   Stark's   direwolves   but   they   will   never   protect   us."   No.   And   Doran   would   align   himself   with   the   dragons   despite   what   Rhaegar   did   to   her   sister.   "Negociations   is   not   being   intimidated.   It's   being   wise."