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HELLO FRIENDS! I’m working hard on getting back to Myrcella! like...first things first I need to change this icon because it’s....kind of March now. Yikes. Anyway! I’ll be starting with memes and such so feel free to send those in! I’ve missed all of you LOTS
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illegitimateborn:
oh boy. by the looks of things, it seemed like a tornado whirled its way through their immaculate kitchen but what a story this made for the future. his darling dearest, probably too buried in her thoughts to realize that she made too much of a good thing until after all was said and done. “well the cookies look great. they’ve got a myrcella charm to them,” bash snickered, starting up the light shaking of his head again. “ah ah ah. don’t touch me with your – oh, they’re clean.” gladly, the young man kisses her back, large hands cradling her cheeks, the tips of his digits tickled by blonde baby hairs. “don’t worry about it, honey. it looks like you’ve had a lot of fun. but that means that i get to all of the cookies, right? especially the wonky christmas trees. they look like shrubs, actually.” truly a joke that she wouldn’t take much offense to, if at all.
“Of course they’re clean, I wouldn’t go and get cookie dough all over your shirt. what do you think I was, raised in a barn?” She’s teasing, though, and smiling. She’s in a good mood today, better even than normal - everything seems worth a smile or a laugh. Particularly the way his hands feel against her skin, cradling her cheeks as if she’s the most previous thing in the world. Like something made of diamond, though, something that isn’t fragile. He doesn’t treat her as though she’s made of glass, and she’s always loved that. Her nose wrinkled at his words and she giggles again. “You can have as many Christmas shrub cookies as you want. But I want the ones that were supposed to be reindeer that look like bears, instead.”
Quantico Rewatch - Shelby Wyatt Appreciation : 1x01 Pilot pt 3/?
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illegitimateborn:
over the phone, myrcella made it sound as though it was going to be the most spectacular surprise in the world. just a little something-something for him to return home to in honor of their favorite holiday, and it certainly helped him get through the work day. however, whenever he arrived at the door to their home, bash is greeted by myrcella who is particularly white today, practically covered from head to toe with flour. “cella…….”
a cheeky look on his face was soon broken by the sound of his own laughter and how his mouth reached from ear to ear in a smile. “you’re a mess! yeah, let me just put down my stuff….” shaking his head in disbelief, bash leans down to kiss his girlfriend square on the lips, all the while trying to keep his suit from being tainted white. briefcase and jacket hung up in the closet, he wanders over to the kitchen to find what all the mess was about. “was this the surprise? me coming home to CLEAN the kitchen?” he joked.
She’s lost it by the time he says her name, nearly dissolving into helpless giggles, restrained only by the fact that she’s still covered in flour, hands still covered in sticky cookie batter. She’s still laughing as she kisses him back, trying her very hardest not to transfer any of her cookie mess to his clean work clothes.
Managing to turn the kitchen sink on with her forearm, she rinses the worst of the cookie dough from her hands as he drops off briefcase and jacket, leaving her with just enough water to flick at him for his remark. “NO. I was making cookies. See?” She points to the tray of lopsided Christmas trees and wonkily-pointed stars. “I just...got a little carried away?” Another giggle escapes as she looks at her mess, shaking her head before turning back to Bash with an innocent-looking smile. “But help cleaning the kitchen would be nice.”
Showing him her clean hands, she tugs him down by the collar to kiss him again. “I promise I’ll make it up to you.”
“Faith is believing in things when common sense tells you not to.”
Meme: The other Christmas meme! Status: No longer accepting : (
“I guess...” She gives a sigh as she flops down on the end of her bed, chin resting on wrists, staring resolutely at the floor. She just hasn’t been much in the Christmas spirit, lately - odd, for her, but with everything happening she just couldn’t seem to hold on to it. .
“I just wish my common sense wasn’t so loud, sometimes.”
❛❛ Are you telling me you don’t put marshmallows in your hot chocolate ?? ❜❜
Meme: Christmas starters! Status: Accepting!
“Um...” The dollop of whipped cream is hanging precariously from her spoon, clinging just at the edges, almost ready to fall into the waiting mug of marshamallow-less hot chocolate. She looks up at Margaery quizzically, a little smile playing at the corners of her mouth, just as the whipped cream falls into the mug. “Not always?”
Her own hot chocolate ready and waiting, she leans across the counter to pluck a marshmallow from the big and tosses it at Margaery, grinning. “More for you!”
❛❛ Don’t eat the cookies & milk I’m leaving on the table, unless your name is Santa. ❜❜
Meme: Christmas starters! Status: Accepting!
“I’m not gonna steal Santa’s cookies, silly. That just sounds like a good way to get stuck with a big, fat lump of coal!” Joffrey has been horrible this year, sneering at Tommen’s belief in Santa, trying his best to shake it, so Myrcella - past the belief now, herself, but good at hiding it - has done her best to counteract that in every way that she can. Now, on Christmas Eve, at least it seems like that’s been paying off. At least it seems like it’s working. “Now come on! The cookies look great, and Santa will never come if we don’t go to sleep soon! And I still want hot cocoa, don’t you?”
CHRISTMAS STARTERS
( assorted prompts that are all bedecked with christmas themes. from salty, to ecstatic, to indifferent - feel free to change up the context, pronouns, or words ! )
❛❛ All I want for Christmas is peace & quiet. ❜❜ ❛❛ If mistletoe appears in my one-meter vicinity, I’ll burn it. ❜❜ ❛❛ So - what are you getting me for Christmas? ❜❜ ❛❛ What do you mean, Santa isn’t real? ❜❜ ❛❛ The only thing I like about Christmas is to get drunk on eggnog & wine, & sulk over my year’s regrets. ❜❜ ❛❛ You always give the best presents. ❜❜ ❛❛ Let me get a picture of this for the memories. ❜❜ ❛❛ Christmas party at your house! ❜❜ ❛❛ I swear to god, if you give me a ‘dick-in-a-box’ for Christmas again- ❜❜ ❛❛ It’s snowing! ❜❜ ❛❛ Snow plus sleigh equals fun times. ❜❜ ❛❛ Snow plus sleigh equals broken bones. ❜❜ ❛❛ Please stop saying ‘Christmas is coming’ in Stark’s voice. ❜❜ ❛❛ Are you really setting traps for Santa — ? ❜❜ ❛❛ Don’t eat the cookies & milk I’m leaving on the table, unless your name is Santa. ❜❜ ❛❛ Ah yes, the age-old tradition of an obese old man dressed in a red suit - breaking into your house. ❜❜ ❛❛ Wanna help with the pudding? ❜❜ ❛❛ Help me decorate the Christmas tree. ❜❜ ❛❛ You’re really - enthusiastic - with the decorations. ❜❜ ❛❛ I knitted a sweater for you. Here, wear it. ❜❜ ❛❛ What did you use to knit the sweater? Two left-hands & parental guidance from a hamster? ❜❜ ❛❛ Are you coming to the Christmas party? ❜❜ ❛❛ How did you get tangled in all these fairy lights – ? ❜❜ ❛❛ Let me help with the gift-wrapping. ❜❜ ❛❛ Remember when you caught on fire last year? ❜❜ ❛❛ Oh no - no - you stay away from the alcohol. ❜❜ ❛❛ Stop telling me lies about Santa & his tiny elves. ❜❜ ❛❛ Oh shit, I forgot to buy the presents. ❜❜ ❛❛ Are you telling me you don’t put marshmallows in your hot chocolate? ❜❜ ❛❛ Is this what you do every Christmas? ❜❜ ❛❛ I’m not letting you barricade yourself in your room again for Christmas. ❜❜ ❛❛ Come on! Live a little - find true love - piss in the snow! It’s Christmas. ❜❜ ❛❛ It may be Christmas, but that’s still illegal. ❜❜ ❛❛ Christmas is just another day. What’s the big deal? ❜❜ ❛❛ Christmas should be six months long - not one. ❜❜
