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🏵️ —— "I was, Your Grace," she was quick to assure with her easy smile. Dress trailing behind her as she walked closer to the young King. "It is quite the feast to be had, the music great, truly every one is having the grandest of times," she chuckled. Hands clasped in front of her as she stopped, now at a modest distance between him. "My cousins will surely talk of tonight for ages to come. Which, I do have mixed feelings about," she joked. "They will surely be annoying, soon enough. Telling me of things that my own eyes surely have seen." Her smile grew wider, licking her lips as she looked around.

They seemed to be alone, which was good. Encouraged by her grandmother to seek Jaehaerys out. A cool turn toward him, her smile softened. "You were not there, though. Clearly." She took a deep breath, "It is a bit much, isn't it? Our harvest festivals back home were...minuscule in comparison to this, but... While great fun... Well, I know that I had needed a breather or two, just to gather back my energy. Do you feel the same?"

Upon his question, a courtesy, perhaps, but her smile was warm that only matched her eyes' gaze. "It has. My first time visiting here, of course, and... It is quite different, though I do find myself missing Highgarden. That is to be expected, I suppose."

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Jaehaerys turned his head at the sound of someone approaching him. He knows that they would likely start to look for him, as the party was in his honor after all. It was not every day that a King was a year older. "Lady Margaery." he greets. "I thought that you would be enjoying the festivities?"

Jaehaerys was now 19 years of age, and was king for nearly as long, having ascended the throne as the last remaining son of Rhaegar Targaryen, and the only son by Rhaegar's second wife. When Robert Baratheon had perished from wounds given to him in his battle with the late Prince Rhaegar it had left the realm in turmoil until Lord Eddard Stark had brought Jaehaerys to the Red Keep.

"Is King's Landing treating you well?"

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I really love the idea that Margaery cannot hide that she was of a noble family, in the way she speaks. It is very elevated, especially when you first meet her, but then her manner of speech will gradually become more casual, more common the more she gets to know you, and inevitably, trusts you. Years of putting on a mask of manipulation, to endear herself to those around her, as taught by her family. She plays the part well, and even though her circumstances have changed, old habits die hard.

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🏵️🗡️ —— "You need not..." She let out a soft laughing exhale. "You don't need to thank me for something as trivial as all that," the modesty only half genuine. "When my pod released through whatever means, I felt I could breathe again. I couldn't imagine if it were stuck like yours was. And, yes, Lae'zel was not... Mmm... Willing to help, perhaps, but... If it were me, I'd want someone to help, despite being told they shouldn't. There was no other option, in my mind, and look, it worked out." Dusting her hands off after looting the unfortunate soul that lost their life after the crash—sweeping aside the guilt of needing supplies, telling herself it was needed, she pocketed the gold and potion she had found, looking up at the other. "Even if you had... It would be wiser, don't you think? To band together? We both have the same predicament," she indicated towards their heads. "Better to sort this out together than alone, I think. Sort out any and all possibilities, with fresh eyes. More likely to catch what the other might have missed. That sort of thing." Taking a deep breath as she looked toward the distance, she let out a sigh. "And, quite frankly... I'd like the company."

"Thank you for helping me on the Nautiloid, even if Lae'zel didn't want you to. I think we'll get along well." Hopefully, they will. Shadowheart's memories are still confused, but having someone to travel with is a good start. They need to get rid off these tadpoles, and quickly, though. "You... You don't mind us traveling together, right ? I know I didn't really let you decide."

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🏵️🗡️ —— A thoughtful hum was let out, crossing her arms in front of her. "Well, you are asking this time... I do appreciate that." To awaken in the middle of the night like that, out of pure luck, to see her companion with fangs bare was quite the sight. Nothing she had ever encountered before, yet, as she listened, she could not quite find fault though her grandmother's voice in her head said she should have. "Some would consider me...naive for allowing you that kindness. Perhaps they are right. However... I have noticed you stronger in battle, truly there for us when we needed it, so I've no regrets on my part." A grimace followed, her hand going to the side of her neck, the bite marks still healing. "...except for the morning after..." Taking a deep breath, going for a slight stretch with her arms behind her back. "As for...another nibble of me, if you are in dire need of it, for your strength... I would not deny you. I doubt the others would feel the same... So, if you need me, you need only ask."

"I won't forget what you did for me the other night, you know." Astarion is talking playfully, like he's implying something, but he's only speaking of the night she let him drink her blood, of course. He has decided to ask next time, though, because she was quite open-minded about it, much more than he first expected. Not everyone would be nice with a vampire, but she was. It's a good start. "And please, feel free to offer it again if you feel like it. I surely won't complain."

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🏵️🗡️ —— "Amazingly... I quite agree." With a deep breath, the dagger she was still growing accustomed to was sheathed, looking upon the bear of a man in front of her. "Apologies, truly... I..." Her eyes look down, a sad smile upon her. "I've not been well versed in traveling alone like this... A snap of a twig can be seen as an enemy, quite frankly," she joked, the smile warming slightly. "I have learned to...be more careful, though perhaps I overstepped. Can you...help me?" She paused, looking around, "Where...exactly am I?"

"We needn’t be enemies. there’s plenty of those to go around already."

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🏵️🗡️ —— "Perhaps a bit?" Though there was humor in her eyes. In truth, it was not that she minded when the wizard she traveled with weaved his magic. Whenever he did so... There was the lightest yet most distinct scent of rose water that would hit her senses, and made her think of home. But she could not help, that this time, they were in the midst of a town, and the eyes around them cast towards them as he cast his spells. "Only until the crowd disperses a bit, maybe. You wouldn't want to seem as if you were showing off — someone might mistake you as a sorcerer rather than a wizard, and from what I can tell, you wouldn't want that, would you?"

"Discreet?" He repeated, eyes focusing on the way his hands moved before him. The bright colors of his magic floated around him, only disappearing as he slowly dropped his hands. "Do you think I'm drawing attention to us?"

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PROMPTS FOR INTIMACY UNDER THE COVERS *  assorted suggestive dialogue, adjust as necessary

please do that again.

don't make me beg for it.

we'll take this nice and slow. i promise.

let me take it off for you.

i want to remember everything.

i'm right here. i'm with you.

play with me.

take it for me. i know you can.

turn around.

touch me like that again.

lean back a little and let me watch.

you look so good like this.

it's been years since i let anyone do that to me.

i've waited all my life for a night like this.

i never want to stop touching you.

tell me when i can move.

it's like your body was built for mine.

you have no idea how much you turn me on.

have me just like this.

look at me when i do it.

i can take it.

you like that, don't you.

you don't know what that does to me.

tell me what you want from me.

it's been a while for me.

you're the best thing i've ever tasted.

you take such good care of me.

do you trust me?

give me your hand.

you have no idea what you're doing to me.

you tell me to stop and i will.

sorry... i forgot how to breathe for a second there.

you feel so warm.

don't you dare stop.

you listen so well.

let me suck on it.

come back and kiss me.

whatever you just did... do it again.

where have you been all my life?

you're so good to me.

i won't make you wait.

stay the night.

take your time with me.

say my name.

i need more of you.

i could do this forever.

i've never ached like this before.

you taste so good.

spread your legs for me.

you took that so well.

that's it... just like that.

you feel incredible.

say that again.

did you like that?

that was so hot.

we can just kiss for a while.

don't take your eyes off of me for a second.

i want you to watch me.

don't let go of me.

i'm so close.

i'll be good for you.

put your hands in my hair.

i didn't even know you could do that.

someone might hear us.

i want this night to be perfect.

you drive me so wild.

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🏵️ —— "You are most welcome here, for however long you wish. You will find The Reach and that of Highgarden most hospitable. Stranger or otherwise." It was one of the things she had liked most of her home, though she had yet to travel elsewhere worthwhile, there would always be travelers marching their way through, and a taste of the outside world given to her. Though she supposed she would finally have her taste of the world, if her youngest brother and Renly Baratheon's plans come to fruition. Though nothing had went forward, nothing official, merely plots that Margaery would no doubt play into the part. "How are you finding your stay so far? My cousins have not bothered you too much, I hope?"

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" This is a strange land and I have yet to explore all of it." Regulus said. The strange nobleman looked at the human female. The Cervid noticed big creatures flying above the clouds sometimes, with gigantic wings. He felt calm here too. Regulus was new here, and he was curious about it. His human mind was wanting to ask so much question. " Thank you for your hospitality, though I am just a stranger to you."

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OFASHESANDTHORNS — highly selective resurrected margaery tyrell of game of thrones. crossover & oc friendly. 21+ only. margaery has her brothers willas and garlan in this version. she is also 100% bisexual. we are smut positive here as well. bc let’s face it if anyone deserves it,  it’s margaery.

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hello hello, i’m yve, and i’ve been doing this rping thing for...an ungodly amount of time. i’ve been around. i am in my thirties and if that is weird to some folks, well, unfollow button right there. because of this i do feel more comfortable with mutuals at least 21+, please and thank you. this blog will be low activity. fair warning. sometimes the will to write is not there, but i rarely if ever drop threads unless the other person deactivated or something. no drama. please. reserve that for threads. since we are all adults, i am more than capable of doing smut and such, i just don’t indulge in incest with margaery and must be consensual. game of thrones i understand is a show / media that partakes in the dark, incestuous things, but I never felt comfortable writing it and i never believed margaery would, so, no tyrellcest here. i don’t mind it being a part of your character’s story and such, I mean, as I said, hard to avoid in the GRRM of it all, but margaery shall not be indulging with her family. she loves her family, but not like that. ( “my brother can come in and help” aside. ) however, going back to smut, if you’re not into writing it, or fading to black, that is totally fine! smut writing isn’t for everyone and i respect that! You respect my comfort, I’ll respect yours. speaking of comfort, the basis of my portrayal of margaery here, while i am more than happy to write pre-boom margaery, and plan on writing a version of her throughout time and history, the main verse would be a resurrected margaery tyrell, to do with blood magic and the baggage that come with it. if you are not comfortable with that, I could easily come up with an AU where such things don’t occur, and she merely escaped her fate. Just let me know! my margaery will not fawn over daenerys. not happening. especially in her resurrected verse. after being killed in a blast of wildfire.... she would not trust someone that easily commands dragon fire. is it possible the two could come to terms. maybe. but only after putting some work into building any kind of relationship. clap your hands if you’re a multiship blog. CLAP CLAP CLAP. please, throw all your muses at margaery, i kill to have her fall in love, as she only married for duty in the show. let her grapple with the emotions, be at an actual loss for words, feel something. i beg for it. crossovers and oc’s are so welcomed here, are you kidding? opens have no expiration date and multiple people can reply. that’s it. that’s the rules.

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i've been gif'ing the babe.

i'm a bit proud of this one. for the coloring and the ability of covering the nips. but still having a gif of margaery showing the tyrell goods.

suck it, tumblr.

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🏵️ —— It would not be wise for her to be here. No place for a Queen, surely. Yet, she could not help but be curious. People had thought Robb Stark was dead. She certainly remembered the way Joffrey had glowed hearing of the fact, the glee in his eyes as he said it was...appalling. Though she had did her best to hide such thoughts at the time, praising him for the victory, she had gotten quite well in manipulating him, to make him think she was of the same mind. The mockery he had made of it at their wedding feast... That was harder to conceal, though she managed, not before seeing Sansa Stark's face, though. Poor girl. And yet... He was here, and she was not. The cruel irony of it all.

But what was most shocking of the interaction...were the words he spoke.

Her brows rose of each syllable, shock etched unto her face, and amusement as well.

She could hardly help but to let out a little laugh.

"...really? Slice your throat? My... How truly wicked I seem to be in your eyes." Taking a deep breath, she crossed her arms, her gaze drifting away from him. "Though perhaps I should be...flattered that you think me capable of such? I am not entirely sure..." He was not wrong, though, to a point. Her family, her house, have proved their ambition. The fact that she was queen proved that, plenty. And safe. Not married to the monster, but of his gentle brother. Her lips twitched as she grimaced. "Still... Does make me miss your sweet sister. Though... I cannot say I am not...elated that she escaped. I think you will agree, King's Landing... She would never find happiness here, though I know you must ache to see her." Eyes softening, she looked to him again. "After all you had lost. Perhaps that is why I am here. If I ever lost any of my brothers, my family... I would be lost as well."

Looking at him a moment, she smiled, "You need not bow your fealty to me. I am not the one you need worry about. I cherished your sister, and I did as best as my family could to give her a good escape from this place... But alas. It was not meant to be. I am truly sorry for that, and what you have lost. I know not what I can do, for you are a prisoner. I only..." She thought for a moment, shaking her head. "...though perhaps you will laugh, I need not be your enemy, Robb Stark."

fantasy prompts / accepting / @ofashesandthorns: What exactly do you think I'm capable of?

In another life Robb would have been polite, punctual, the perfect lord, but the life he was in had changed him. Before kindness would have dripped from every word, a young man wearing his heart on his sleeve, it was who he was, now? He was jaded, a shadow of that young man, bitter and angry at the world and the things inflicted upon his family. Margaery Tyrell was an unknown to him, something he didn't like, and even from his spot in the dungeons, hands shackled, he kept his chin pointed at her and steely blue eyes trained on her. She supported the Lannisters, she was married to their bastard, and Robb didn't respect her, in fact he knew the only reason he was even being kept alive was because Sansa had escaped. What he didn't know was why Margaery was even here. What was she gaining by coming to speak with him? Gloating? Information? She would leave disappointed, his resolve was too trained at this point after his year below The Twins.

" I am quite sure you are capable of far more than you let on, Queen Margaery. " The grits out the title with acid, pulling on his chains in order to step closer and get a better look at her. " You're just like all the rest, you'd slice my throat open if it meant you'd gain more power. I bet you knew all about what the family you married into did to my family, my friends, my people. Now leave, you are not my queen and I have nothing more to say to you. Let me be your prisoner in peace. "

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🏵️ —— A soft smile overtakes her, an even softer hum escaped. "If that is what you wish... Then thy will shall be done." Coming to her side, keen eyes looking to the other's position. "Put your hands....more here," she instructed, indicating they should be a bit higher than Sansa's current position. "And lower yourself just slightly, so that you are at a gentle bend toward your partner. You do this to signify that you shall follow their lead..." Moving in front of her, she watched, "Good... Now, as you move, make sure to sway your hips as you do. Think of smooth movements, I like to think of how the wind caresses the leaves of a tree or the grass. Though some often take to picturing the way water flows through the river. Which do you prefer?"

The sound of the tinkling laughter had Sansa's feet hesitating, arms resuming their position at her side. She was not very knowledgeable of customs outside of Winterfell, a lot of which was thanks to the isolation she experienced in King's Landing. Still, she did not take offense to Margaery's words, instead offering a smile as she shook her head. "I have not been taught, but I would love for you to show me," she said, holding out her hands to the other and pausing for further instruction.

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I think I want to make it canon in my portrayal, that before she goes boom, Margaery managed to grab a dagger and slit the High Sparrow's throat.

That is all.

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did i....have to go through my posts to remember how i tagged threads bc it's been that long?

........... yes what of it.

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[🏵️ ——— @ccupiditos ]

🏵️ —— Careful, thoughtful steps carried the young rose forward. Skirts flowed in their movement, surrounded by cousins and handmaidens alike. Though if one were to look upon each one, they would hardly be able to tell the difference between friend or that of blood. A chorus of laughter surrounded them, while Margaery carried on with a sweet, seducing smile. The others, no doubt, thought nothing of the outing. After all, there were many just like it that were had merrily back within the walls of Highgarden.

They were far from home, though. The motivation had changed. As was discussed between Grandmother and Granddaughter.

There was no ill intent, of course. No foul play to be performed, just a moment between two members of family, to study, to understand.

Margaery was quite sure that Tyrianne would have been asked to do the same. If her family were truly as clever as they boasted to be. But so were hers.

"Ah! My ladies, how appalling are we to keep our guest of honor waiting!" She chided in good nature as she strode toward Tyrianne. A soft, melodic chuckle escaping her. "I do hope you forgive our lateness, dear one. With all that comes with planning the wedding, time does certainly have a way of getting away from you." Letting out a sigh, smoothing her dress. "Especially when one's Grandmother is as particular as mine — I do adore her, but she often changes her mind when it comes to such details. And nothing is quite up to par for what she pictures within her mind —" She cuts herself off, another soft laugh escaping her. "But I needn't bore you with those details! I am quite looking forward to this, to you. Oh—" Her eyes take in the stitch work, "Oh, I certainly hope you did not start on this waiting for us, how long have you waited for us, dear? Though, quite the stitching, much better than some of my cousins, I think."

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Tyrianne did not understand why the future queen had invited her alongside a couple of other ladies of the court to crossstitch with her. 

Did she seem like the weakest link in the Lannister family? Did she think that Tyrianne would let secrets of Cersei’s escape, lulled by tea and lemoncakes? Maybe it was innocent, but the Red Keep after Robert’s death (or mayhaps after she finally opened her eyes to the truth) had become a volatile place. Her father strongly suggested to her that she should accept the invitation, so really, she would be the one to spy on the future queen. Tyrianne was the first at the meeting point - a balcony overlooking the gardens. Servants had already decked a table with fruits, cakes and pitchers of water and red wine. In the corner, they had placed a chest with yarns and needles. The Lannister girl took a place by the balustrade and continued a floral pattern she had started a couple of days ago.

Really, she was not as interested in embroidery as most women, but her stitching was passable and it did not take enough effort to keep her from daydreaming of Essosi markets or the doom of Valyria (the latter was due to a book she was currently reading before bed). Lost in thought again, she did not notice the soft steps approaching the balcony.

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how dare you. i thought we had something special. still... you're nice, too.

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so game margaery got the long rest with astarion and the mirror scene.

her taking the opportunity to peer into his eyes and take in his face and going, "I see you" and how soft he was 😭

...still said he wasn't gale good, but he was good.

and then the sassy "how dare you! still... you're not bad yourself" LIKE PLEASE????

it made me emotional. 🥺