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booked based & slightly canon divergent myrcella baratheon of asoiaf. plot driven, private & selective. written by miss bliss.

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“ i tell you these things because i love you. ”

*☆· POETRY STARTERS // ACCEPTING

         it is such a SMALL THING, for him to say i love you, but it lifts a weight from her chest that had once threatened to crush her ribcage and do away with her heart. the chill that had set between them since his RETURN had left myrcella to question when the last time he had spoken those words aloud to her –– would she hear them uttered once more? but when had SHE last whispered to him the same sentiment? perhaps it had been too long for her as well. 

but now the world does not seem so DARK. it is no longer possible to pretend that things can return to how they once were. he had brought her to that realization once before; FORWARD was the only way. forward towards kings landing, towards the downfall of her own family. the only PAIN she found was his idle threat to return her to winterfell if she could not stand WITH him and silence her pleas to stop. but I LOVE YOU is a different step forward. one she will cling to with every last ounce of hope the gods may spare her. 

she cannot hide the JOY he brings her. a soft swell of color in the apple of cheeks that had been so pale and cold for so long. she does not WANT to hide the happiness he has given her in this moment. what words he had uttered seem to have left on the wing of a raven and she is a child in the godswood with him once more. “ and i love you, robb stark. ” she reaches to tangle her fingers with his; for just a minute, there is no PAIN in peridot gaze as she peers up at her husband. she is as soft and golden and radiant as she had once been. petal pink lips curl in a smile. a true SMILE.  / @wolfcrownd

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rp sentence starters using lines from richard siken’s work , war of the foxes.  

“ what’s there to be faithful to? ” “ i have my body and you have yours. ” “ but go ahead, yell at yourself. ” “ some people don’t understand anything. ” “ let’s kill something. ” “ what does a man want? ” “ why take more than we need? ” “ you’d break your heart to make it bigger. ” “ i thought of myself as a city. ” “ will you defend yourself? ” “ i prefer to blame others, it’s easier. ” “ it helps to have an anchor. ” “ we throw ourselves into the future. ” “ what is a ghost? ” “ i glued my head back on. ” “ sooner or later they go to ground and rot. ” “ everyone runs the risk of being swallowed up. ” “ the bodies decompose eventually. ” “ you can try, but we will not remain unscathed. ” “ abandon your will and let the world have its way with you. ” “ when you have nothing to say, set something on fire. ” “ i gave shape to my fears and made excuses. ” “ something’s not right about what i’m doing but i’m still doing it. ” “ the enormity of my desire disgusts me. ” “ want something to chase you? run. ” “ take a body, maybe your own, and dump it gently. ” “ take only what you need. ” “ never finish a war without starting another. ” “ i’ve seen your true face. ” “ if you were walking away, keep walking. ” “ everyone needs a place. ” “ why do anything at all? ” “ who gets to measure the distance between experience and its representation? ” “ everything is a metaphor for itself. ” “ the night sky is vast and wide. ” “ i owe myself nothing. ” “ i like dead things, they cannot hurt me. ” “ there’s not enough room for us to be ourselves. ” “ my body is a graveyard. ” “ everyone wants a battlefield. ” “ people like to think war means something. ” “ love might be the wrong word. ” “ let’s admit, without apology, what we do to each other. ” “ all stories are the wrong story if you’re impatient. ” “ some say god is where we put our sorrow. ” “ in the wrong light anyone can look like darkness. ” “ some people like to hear the sound of their own voice. ” “ ____ took the gods and made them human. ” “ i am afraid. ” “ i put my sadness in a box. ” “ i think that you might like it here. ” “ i tell you these things because i love you. ” “ everything casts a shadow. ” “ i surrender my desire to be healed. ” “ shame means you’re guilty, like the rest of us. ” “ maybe it’s better if my opponent wins. ” “ you want it to mean something. ” “ you are what you cover up.”  “ one wonders why a story like this exists. ”  “ i want to give you more but not everything. you don’t need everything. ”  “ someone has to leave first. ”

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i am really fucking sick right now. my chronic bronchitis decided to finally rear its head, and unfortunately, i am also on pneumonia watch because i’m much more tired than usual and i am running a low-grade fever. so…i’m on mandatory bed rest. until thursday.

that said: i probably won’t get on my laptop much (other than to find something to watch) but would really love some mobile things? i can set up new servers on discord (malcchiato#2282) or we can just do stuff in ims. plus i still have kik - impcvido. this goes for all my muses: @hopesuffered / @blightcd / @crowndoe / @toujourssoldat / @eliteqveen

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hi, plotting? malcchiato#2282

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❛ ✶ : ROBB·

         for as much as there is a WAR brewing outside there is a war brewing inside of his mind. between he and his wife whom he does not speak to often. not unless he has to. how poor does that make him seem? quite. for he knows he is acting more his namesake than he would like. never will he strike her. something he remains firm in even as the SCARS and demons continue to rule him so entirely that he does not know what he wishes to do with her. he LOVES her. more than he can even find it in him to admit aloud. his beautiful queen who is all lannister. everything he should hate but cannot. not when their marriage started out so strong and only now has CRACKS within it. should it not have been the other way around? his mother always spoke of how it took time for her and his father to grow together. of course, he has not found comfort in the arms of another, nor does he have a bastard child. something he NEVER will.

the sound of her voice only further IRRITATES him. the question doing nothing to help. he nearly shifts in the furs to lay eyes upon her. he does not but rather lets out a breath. “shall i concern the maester that you are no longer sleeping? the QUEEN needs to be in full health.” words only spoken to avoid any conversation upon him. he has crueler words in his mind if only to hurt. he is not cruel by nature. not when he only wishes for things to be BETTER. he does not pray to the gods for things to be rooted in PERFECTION. rather he only wishes they can be the ones they once were. they no longer are. he is too broken of a shell in order to be the man she desires, the man she DESERVES, even. something that has him so LOST.

          silence swells between them, as MADDENING as the dark that fills their chamber. myrcella finds no comfort from either. she WISHES she found comfort in the bed they shared, but it lacks in the warmth and passion they found in the first hours of their marriage. there is nothing she wants MORE than to mend what has begun to fray between her and her king. she would sit QUIETLY at his side for eternity if only it meant to feel his hands on her in ways he used to claim her. she would gladly see to the end of her family for HIM. if it meant that they could find some happiness once more. if it meant their bed would not be so COLD any longer. 

“ if it pleases you, i will see the maester come morning. ” it wouldn’t be the first time, but she’d believed there was no use for medicines to bring her sleep once he had returned. she had been so full of HOPE for so many things. now she fears those hopes were just the dreams of a silly little girl. the road laid out before them had no room for silly little girls. “ i see terrible things when i close my eyes, ” she confesses, a pang of deep GUILT curling up through her. she questions what he sees, where do his dreams take him? ––– what had he seen when all had assumed him dead? lips purse, myrcella swallows her curiosity, fingers unfurling from the furs, quietly reaching for him. for just a sliver of once was. hold me, she wants to beg. that feeling his body keeping her safe may ease her mind enough to allow some rest.

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credit .

‘ did it really happen if i can’t remember it ? ’ ‘ but you kept trying , didn’t you ? ’ ‘ how can someone be too young to be in love ? ’ ‘ i will never forgive you ’ ‘ you have been the star of each and every one of my nightmares ’ ‘ i’m sorry if i wasn’t the child you had in mind ’ ‘ i only ever wanted to make you proud ’ ‘ silence has always been my loudest scream ’ ‘ i used to think i was broken ’ ‘ i’ve always felt like a stranger in my skin ’ ‘ i still wonder who i would have been ’ ‘ i didn’t realize i could be my own knight ’ ‘ i’m not scared of the monsters hidden underneath my bed ’ ‘ some names will always be cursed ’ ‘ i have so much love to give , but no one ever wants it ’ ‘ in all my dreams i could find myself picking my teeth out of the carpet ’ ‘ i’m sick to death of everyone telling me how strong i am ’ ‘ death is one of the senses ’ ‘ children are not meant to die before their parents ’ ‘ fate is a fucking lie ’ ‘ everyone i love leaves ’ ‘ i’m terrified down to my very roots that there are parts of myself that can never be filled ’ ‘ fuck the idea that there is such a thing as destiny ’ ‘ the pain did not make me a better person ’ ‘ i burned the bridges to all the things i could not repair ’ ‘ i would thank you , but we both know you don’t deserve it ’ ‘ i bet you regret making an enemy out of me ’ ‘ you can hate me forever if that’s what you really want ’ ‘ hurting others is a choice ’ ‘ you can have my forgiveness but you can’t have me ’ ‘ please believe me when i say revenge was never my intention ’ ‘ i am strong enough for anything ’ ‘ i am so glad we were born during the same lifetime ’ ‘ i may not believe in fate , but i believe in you ’ ‘ i am allowed to live my life ’ ‘ do not waste a minute mourning me ’ ‘ maybe you should start treating people better for a change ’ ‘ it is a fucking tragedy when the world does not stop for you when you give it every last drop of your blood ’ ‘ your failures are just what happened — they don’t have to be who you are ’ ‘ you have to keep moving forward ’ ‘ don’t allow the world to take your kindness ’ ‘ you owe no one your forgiveness ’ ‘ love is never a weakness ’

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hi, plotting? malcchiato#2282

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                         ❛ SET A CROWN UPON HER HEAD. ❜

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❛ ✶ : ROBB. / @wolfcrownd          

for a moment no reply is given. rather he lies there in bed, beneath the layers of furs, turned away from myrcella. he wishes for things to be different but he can barely look at her most evenings. during the day he can find excuses in order to be from her. he can make up some tale of kingly business and she needs to rest for some reason or another. he is a king. not a good one, he thinks. not with all that has transpired since the crown found his head. the very crown he loathes but sits atop the desk. she worries, he knows. as he worries about her. not that he sleeps much anymore. it shows upon his features. is it the magic that run through his veins that has him as exhausted as he is? or is the little sleep he gets. he does not know, nor can he seem to find the answers.

               “ — yes. ”  he speaks after a moment, a lie. one that they both know is a lie as he speaks the singular word. the candle burnt out long ago and it is he in the dark. every time he shuts his eyes he thinks of the horrors. the horrors of his death. the horrors of the war. the horrors of losing everyone he’s cared for except her. how is he meant to speak to his wife when he wishes to murder her entire family? a complicated question he cannot seek guidance in answering for the blackfish offers nothing helpful and his father lost his head. at the hands of the very blood that runs through her veins. the blood he loves dearly. life has grown so complicated he knows not what to do except lie there, lie to her with his words, and pray to the gods they are given some relief in the coming moons. before winter sets in. before the demons that haunt him come to collect.

         peridot gaze stares out into the dark, ANOTHER sleepless night where she wonders about this rift between them. everything had felt so RIGHT, so complete when he returned. blessings to whatever force had returned her king to the lonely queen. but now? the place between them is COLD, both in the bed and in their day to day. left ALONE, myrcella cannot help but wonder, worry if this is how her MOTHER had been formed. an unspoken fear, becoming more like cersei as every day fades into a new. would he still LOVE her, if she were more like the lioness –– does he love her NOW? 

hands splay over her belly, holding furs close as if they could protect her. as if they could HIDE that which she is most ashamed of. how many nights have they laid in SILENCE? sleep had returned to her the first few nights, her mind found peace again. his assurance that he would NEVER leave her again erased the fears of closing her eyes and finding it all to have been a dream. how FOOLISH she had been to believe that everything would go back to how it had been. how could it when the whole REALM knew who had a hand in the incident; how could it when there was no way to LOOK at her and not be reminded of where she came from.  this cold DISTANCE between them eats away at her, clings to her bones. oh how she longs for a day when she didn’t feel like a BROKEN THING...when misery was an unknown emotion. “ shall i concern the maester that you have taken to talking in your sleep? ”

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so i am making a full attempt at bringing back myrcella, but i am going to blanket disclaimer over all of my blogs that i am pretty much LOW ACTIVITY, PLOTTING ONLY. there are a fair amount of blogs that i used to write with still kicking it, and i would be more than happy to discuss our old plots and figure out what we want to do in the future.

to plot, the best way to reach me is DISCORD: malcchiato#2282.

if you’re interested, check out my other blogs:

nikki bella / wwe @impcvido brandi rhodes / aew @eliteqveen bellatrix lestrange / hp @toujourssoldat teagan byrne / mutant oc @blightcd & a muti muse featuring a werewolf oc, a vampire oc, a hunter oc, a shifter oc, ruby from supernatural and carolina from red vs blue @hopesuffered

as you can see, there’s a lot splitting my time on top of my nine to five. i do things when i want to, with whoever i feel like. if you’re not interested in writing with me, that’s fine, i’ll just unfollow and move on. 

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dragon age starters

feel most free to change pronouns ,  etc .

❝ it doesn’t matter that they won’t remember me. what matters is i helped. ❞ ❝ bad things should happen to bad people. ❞ ❝ i’m here to set things right. also ? to look dashing. that part’s less difficult. ❞ ❝ planning has never been my strong suit . now, killing…killing & love-making. those i am better at. ❞ ❝ oh ! we could get matching outfits ! ❞ ❝ i’m not saying i should be your first pick for a dance partner at the ball , but in the deep roads , i’m your man / woman. ❞ ❝ draw your weapon & say that again ! ❞ ❝ we’re here to kill them all, yes ? for sport ? ❞ ❝ you tend to get up to interesting things. you meet interesting people & then you kill them. ❞ ❝ i never worry, darling. a leash can be pulled from either end. ❞ ❝ it’s like you need permission to be alive. ❞ ❝ has anyone told you what marvelous eyes you possess, my dear ? ❞ ❝ have you ever licked a lamp post in winter ? ❞ ❝ i’ll try not to hit anyone. ❞ ❝ there you are. everyone’s been looking for you. ❞ ❝ the last man standing gets final say on who is right or wrong. ❞ ❝ i like my hair the way it is, thank you. ❞ ❝ do you think about how to kill everyone you meet ? ❞ ❝ are you… sassing me, ____? ❞ ❝ yes, but she/you seems more… “ooh, pretty colors !” than “muahaha ! i am princess stabbity ! stab, kill, kill ! ❞ ❝ congratulations ! you have found a wastebin . ❞ ❝ what are you going to do with that sword ? ❞ ❝ not listening ! la la-la la la ! ❞ ❝ i saw you looking at the girl/boy in town earlier . ❞ ❝ anyone wishing to accuse me of weakness is welcome to try. ❞ ❝ …did you cut your own hair ? ❞ ❝ ”one by one they follow, drowning in the sea”. the rest of the poem is sad.. ❞ ❝ you aren’t all stone, ____. there is a person inside of you. ❞ ❝ we crush the heads of rude women when we feel like it. just so you know. ❞ ❝ protect what matters with everything you have, or you’ll have nothing, and deserve it. ❞ ❝ i want you to know that what we had was real. ❞ ❝ in the end you are always alone with your actions. ❞ ❝ somebody’s been drinking. ❞ ❝ let’s show them our hearts, and then show them theirs.. ❞ ❝ do you feel that ? my magic-sensing nose is tingling. ❞ ❝ well, shit. ❞ ❝ you worry me, you know that ? ❞ ❝ i’m cold. & it’s indoors. this is so wrong. ❞ ❝ i saw what you were doing back there. ❞ ❝ we will never speak of this again. ❞ ❝ you’re a big softie ! ❞  ❝ i’ve got just the thing to cure that pout. ❞ ❝ eight, nine, now you die. ❞ ❝ daughters never grow up. they remain six years old with pigtails & skinned knees forever. ❞ ❝ i don’t need my pants, anyway. ❞ ❝ smiles. we must be careful how we present ourselves. ❞ ❝ be careful what you wish for. power is treacherous. i have seen many people–great leaders–consumed by it. ❞ ❝ don’t touch me ! stay away ! ❞ ❝ i think of him/you/her as much as he/you/she thinks at all. ❞ ❝ i knew nothing of friendship before we met. ❞ ❝ you can approve or not approve as you wish, but this is one thing you cannot influence and mold to your liking. ❞ ❝ there you go, breaking my heart. ❞  ❝ does anyone else feel the verge to vomit? ❞ ❝ i…love you. just… wanted to tell you that. ❞ ❝ let those who would destroy us step into the light. ❞ ❝ it’s dangerous when too many men in the same armor think they’re right. ❞ ❝ if you love a character, you give them pain, ruin their lives, make them suffer. maybe even throw in a heroic death. ❞ ❝ i do quite like watching you leave. ❞ ❝ send him a fruit basket. everyone loves those. ❞ ❝ did i stutter ? ❞ ❝ are you kidding ? i’m surprised you didn’t kill anyone just coming over here. ❞ ❝ the world may want my time, but you have my heart ❞ ❝ have you ever heard the saying ‘let sleeping abominations lie’?  now would be the time to consider it. ❞ ❝ that sounded much better in my head . ❞ ❝ i have an excellent sense of dramatic timing. & good hair.  ❞ ❝ the air hurts. i have to stop. ❞ ❝ challenge someone to arm-wrestle me. ❞ ❝ so, you’re not like a lot of other girls/boys. ❞ ❝ not long ago this was impossible to imagine. you, the man i love, victory close at hand. ❞ ❝ how do you do that ? make everything better with a smile ? ❞ ❝ it gets no easier. your struggles have only just begun. ❞ ❝ there comes a time when you must stop running, when you turn & face the tiger.  ❞ ❝ it’s family, you protect. doesn’t matter who it is, blood or not. ❞ ❝ perhaps we should carve our names into the giant tree ? ❞ ❝ hey ! that’s mine ! ❞ ❝ our mistakes make us who we are. ❞ ❝ fear makes men more dangerous than magic ever could. ❞ ❝ don’t let anyone tell you when to move on. take their hand & say, “my choice". ❞ ❝ words are easy, like the wind; faithful friends are hard to find. ❞ ❝ shitballs. fuck. shit. crap. ❞ ❝ living a lie … it festers inside you, like poison. ❞

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game         of         thrones         /         a         song         of         ice         and         fire       —           masterlist  — reblog     this     post     to  be     added     to       a       masterlist         of         got           /           asoiaf         roleplayers       !       please       tag       the       name       of       your       character,      if      it      is      a      canon       character,      original      character       or       crossover      and      if      the      blog      is      single      muse    or      multimuse.

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                         ❛ SET A CROWN UPON HER HEAD. ❜

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WHEN I FOLLOW YOU, I WANT TO INTERACT. I don’t follow for follow, I follow you because I’m interested in your character and want to write with you. sometimes, even when you follow me, I’m too shy to approach, or I’m just not really sure HOW. please; if I’m following you, shoot me a message. go ahead and RANDOMLY JUMP IN MY INBOX. Something – just know that if I follow you, I WANT to interact with you!!

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Fancast Meme | existing characters’ older versions (1/10)

Myrcella Baratheon  - Holliday Grainger                    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.