#you guys will never know how hard i kept laughing as i made natalie dormer the faceclaim

[saintsunfyre]

LADY TYRELL, REGENT TO LYONEL TYRELL

Lady Tyrell had already ruled as a regent, together with Highgarden's castellan and steward, for her infant son Lyonel before the Dance of the Dragons began. With the loyalty of the lords of the Reach split between Rhaenyra and Aegon II at the start of the war, Lyonel's three regents withdrew their support for Aegon II and chose to keep House Tyrell neutral throughout the war. When Lord Kermit Tully marched on King's Landing against Aegon II, the king desperately wrote to Lord Tyrell for support, but his mother wrote that she had reason to doubt the loyalty of her son's bannermen and was not fit to lead a host to war herself, "being a mere woman".

Johanna Lannister // Samantha Hightower // Sharis Footly // Lady Tyrell // Alys Rivers // Sabitha Frey // Jeyne Arryn // Elenda Baratheon // Aliandra Martell

[laurasfox]

Damaged Goods (He Tian x Fem Mo Guan Shan) - 7

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6 

Part 7 – Me Against The World

Summary: Mo Guan Shan changes her hairstyle (yeah, it’s that chapter you guys have been asking about lately). Just a word of caution: there’s no He Tian in this little chappie, and I hope you all got enough of him last time. :)

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She was dragging her feet taking advantage there was no one around to see her. Her mother used to lecture her about behaving like a young lady. Yeah, she used to be like that. She used to be a good girl. And what good had it done to her? She had kept her part of the bargain. They, the adults, hadn’t. And now she was all lonely and felt like crap. Not even that annoying little shit, He Tian, had been in school today. Maybe she would have had some fun, throwing nasty looks in his direction.

No, it was definitely better that the guy hadn’t been at school the whole day. That kiss had been way too much. Not that it had been nasty. But it had made her heart clench too hard. And no one, no one was allowed to get past her defenses. She was well, as she was, even if, indeed, she felt like crap.

Hope is for losers, she thought, as she took a sharp corner. She winced as she saw the guy barring her way.

“Look what the cat drug out,” he sneered.

She tried to just move along, but he stopped her with a heavy hand on her shoulder.

“I heard you got fired from that shitty job,” he smirked at her.

She pushed his hand away and looked him in the eye.

“And?” she steadied herself.

“You know I always have an opening for you,” he looked down at her, trying to dwarf her with his presence.

“Take that opening and shove it someplace … where the sun doesn’t shine,” she blurted out with conviction.

His ugly smile was just turning uglier.

“One day, you won’t be able to say no. You will be in so deep shit, that you’ll beg me to save you.”

“In your dreams,” she spat.

“Stop breaking my heart, darling. You’re pretty, but that’s your only asset. Think of me as your manager.”

“Think of me as the one who doesn’t give a fuck about your pathetic fantasies, lecher,” she got back at him.

He pushed his hand through his white hair and laughed.

“When you’ll come to me and ask for a job, I’ll make sure you’ll say it from your knees.”

“Fuck off, She Li. Your brother might be a gangster, but you’re not him,” she took a step sideways and walked away.

“I’ll be waiting, darling,” he called after her and laughed.

She was fighting hard not to speed up. She could not afford to show weakness with a snake like She Li around.

***

“You want me to what?” the woman’s hands stopped on her red curls and watched her in the mirror.

“Cut it. Just … make me ugly or something,” she said in one breath.

“Honey, what’s wrong?” the woman looked at her with pity in her eyes. “Your mother loves your hair.”

“Well, mom is not here, is she?”

And neither is dad, she wanted to add. She Li would have never dared to speak to her like that if her father was still around. Now she had to make do with whatever she could.

“You’re in trouble. Why would a pretty girl like you be in trouble?”

“Nothing I can’t handle,” she murmured.

“Kids today,” the woman shook her head.

“And I’m not pretty,” she added quickly.

“Not with that frown on your face.”

“Apparently, it’s not enough to keep assholes away,” she scowled even more.

The hairstylist sighed.

“You know what? I think I have a solution,” she said and disappeared, only to return with a glossy magazine. “How about we make you a little more … badass?”

Mo Guan Shan looked at the picture, then at her mother’s friend.

“You let your hair down, no one suspects. Brush it on one side or pull it back, and, here, you’re a badass,” the woman explained.

“Okay,” she shrugged, but her heart was growing smaller.

“Your mom won’t have a heart attack either the next time she sees you. But you must be careful that she doesn’t notice, okay? She’ll have my head for it.”

Half an hour later, she looked in the mirror. Yeah, nothing seemed changed, but, when the woman began to rearrange her hair … yeap, she looked pretty badass.

“What do you say?”

She touched her shaved sides like she could not really believe it.

“Yeah, I’m okay with it,” she agreed.

The woman squeezed her shoulder and placed a quick kiss on her temple.

“If you ever need help, you know where to come,” she added.

 Author’s Note: So I had this idea to give female Mo Guan Shan the signature undercut, but I needed a reason for it. It’s not something as extreme as Natalie Dormer had in Hunger Games, a bit more subdued. I saw this hairstyle worn by a singer in my country; when she has her hair down, she’s all feminine and classy, but if she wears her hair on one side, or pulled back, bang, she’s a badass.

[olympivnshq]

congratulations tilda! we’re truly delighted to accept your application for CLYTEMNESTRA. this mortal queen is complicated woman driven by entangled motivations of family, self, and love and you brought all those notions to life. after much consideration, we’d like you to join us with one of your top faceclaim choices: NATALIE DORMER.

☆ﾟ*・ﾟ  OOC INFO.

tilda, 25, she/her, GMT & libra, indecisive af - hence why it takes me an age to try and work out whom i should apply for - and a big old geek for greeks

☆ﾟ*・ﾟ  DEITY  —  GENDER. AGE RANGE.

CLYTEMNESTRA — FEMALE 30-35

☆ﾟ*・ﾟ MORTAL NAME. JOB/OCCUPATION. BOROUGH/NEIGHBORHOOD.

CLYTEMNESTRA — PHOEBE FAITHFULL, UNEMPLOYED - HEIRESS, CHELSEA

☆ﾟ*・ HOW WOULD YOU PLAY THEM?

CLYTEMNESTRA. the sound of silence, the sound of a dagger tearing through fresh cotton and the cry of a loved one. to be the wife of the cruel and righteous agamemnon is a daunting task. at first, she had been simply the daughter of the rulers of sparta, tyndareus and leda.. then she was the sister of castor, polydeuces and helen. the daughters had been married off together, to agamemnon and menelaus. at first, it had been fun to think of herself as a queen of her own estate - but as the children came, the fury followed. she watched her husband descend into a sort of madness that left her horrified and struggling to breathe. this madness began with the abduction of helen, leaving clytemnestra to watch as her husband took to war. an intelligent woman, she kept her business to herself and turned her back as the war began to group together on her shores.. only to be pulled right back in when agamemnon suggested that their daughter, iphigenia, should marry to the strongest warrior in their midst, achilles. such an honour was one to be celebrated, and so clytemnestra took her daughter to the frontline of battle where they waited by the sea for strong wings to take them towards troy. she stood and watched, happy as her bridal daughter took to the aisle.. though, hands clasped around her wrists once agamemnon took her to the sacrificial altar to artemis. clytemnestra screamed and screamed, howling into the wind like a wolf as her husband plunged steel into her daughter’s heart. though the death wasn’t to waste when the winds picked up, clytemnestra never forgave him and instead took the ten years of the trojan war as a way to bid revenge on the man she once called her love. a lover was taken, plots were made, and when agamemnon returned home clytemnestra - alone! - killed him. she is brash, confident and manipulative. she took the lover for one purpose, to kill. she took friends for one purpose, to disguise her inner shell. but in the end, what would you do for a fallen daughter?

IN THE RIVER OF STX does agamemnon warn odysseus not to trust his wife in fear that she’ll plot his demise too. her name was bloodied throughout history and finally, she would find her end at the edge of her son’s sword. but reborn into the mortal world, here is her chance to become the woman she had never been allowed to form. her name is PHOEBE, and there in new york city does she blossom. the beloved daughter of financial advisors, phoebe was always sociable, a laugh and a joy to be around - or so it seemed. behind the mask of chastity and pureness, phoebe is edged with spikes and protected by iron. at school she was described as the nicest girl by teachers and the bully by students - she’s the type you’d hide from in the school playground. the product of wealth and hubris, she is the demon. though even demons have faults because in this mortal shell is she accompanied by a seven-year-old daughter, iris. when she became a mother she grew ferocious, with fanged teeth in case anyone stood too close to her beloved. in some stories, you would assume the child was the lost daughter from the ancient people, but no one would believe such a tale, would they? unlike many unemployed people, phoebe lives the life of luxury. her parents always had a trust fund with her name on it, and with each year they put aside more and more. there is no need for the woman to work or study; she even has a nanny once a week so the mother and daughter can have time from one another.

1. would you like your character to be entering the roleplay at this stage in the plot, with or without their memories?  

without her memories, she would be so against remembering any part of it! if she did remember any of it though, she’d simply act as if she couldn’t - there is no going back for her.

2. are they more likely to stand with the pantheon or against it?  ( if you are choosing a god they may endeavour to dismantle it for whatever reason )

she would stand against the pantheon due to her history, ever since the sacrifice of her daughter shes probably frowned upon aretmis, and misses her out in her prayers… even if it’ll bite them on the ass.

3. what is their stand on mortals?

as a mortal herself, she has mixed emotions. if anything, she wants to stand apart from EVERYONE apart from her children, to keep herself safe and grounded beside them ( even if one of her sons comes back to kill her, she forgives them ).

☆ﾟ*・ GIVE US A SAMPLE OF YOUR WRITING!

REPLIED TO THIS.

the metal spoon clinks into the china mug with harsh strikes from phoebe’s hand, her darkened eyes narrowed into slits as her daughter plays with a barbie to her side. mummy? she calls, though there’s not an inch of recognition as phoebe stares into space. her attention was caught by something otherworldly, by the smell of cinnamon in the nearby booth and the college boy who was wearing tight jeans by the cashier. was she doing it on purpose? ignorantly ignoring the daughter she had in her softer years? phoebe muffles a groan before eventually turning to her daughter who was staring up at her mother with curious intent. “what? what do you want? iris, we are in public - drink your juice,” she snaps, leaving the small girl to ponder on what she did wrong as phoebe continues to nurture her cup of coffee.

when leather finally hits the seat before her phoebe groans louder and rolls her eyes so heavily they almost sink into the depth of their sockets. “give me a break, do you know what it’s like being a mom? now THAT is hard. i deserve a raise, or perhaps a holiday-” arms cross in front of her chest, her gaze switching between her so-called buddy and the boy who’s ass was held tight within his jeans - she wondered, was he free that night? “hey, you don’t suppose you can babysit for me tonight could ‘ya?” she asks, eyes still hooked on the guy rather than the girl.