Lady Jocelyn Baratheon

∴ » J. B — of storms end. she is the firstborn and only daughter of storms end, ruling house of the stormlands. now, a princess of the kingdom: younger sibling to the storm king. THE BUTTERFLY OF STORMS END.

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[scandtbloveda]

Adelaide Kane as Mary Stuart, in “Reign.”

[jocelyn-baratheon]

     WHEREVER morrec went, for the most part, in westeros he could spy the sly little shites who were scouting for purses to slit and the perfect target to rob (or worse).   it was almost as though he had a nose for it, and in some ways he did: most of those people were the type he grew up with.   and most of their tricks he had learned and used in younger years.   it was the same as he sat in elia’s smile with a mug of cool ale and a brunette woman - younger than he, dressed finely and obviously not of dorne - was sat at another booth.  he wasn’t so much watching her, as watching the wiry looking man who was clearly scoping out those in the room and picking a target.     with a half sigh he got to his feet and headed over to her, cutting off his approach with the simple bulk of his frame;  “mind if i join you?” he asked simply, drink in hand,  “lone ladies in dorne sometimes attract the unsavoury type.” 

After an earlier confrontation with her brother, Jocelyn had once again sneaked away from the manor....despite that being the very behavior that has caused the trouble in the first place. She was not one for conflict with her family. The idea of shouting at her brother made the Baratheon princess sick to her stomach. So instead of allow all the feelings to simply be let out and moved on from, she had chosen avoidance. This particular form of avoidance involved drinking in the company of strangers. For all the fault of Dornish politics, their wine was undeniably excellent. The din of the establishment was a pleasant distraction from her own thoughts. The combination of noise and drink was doing wonders to escape introspection. The sound of a voice just beside her made the brunette startle slightly as she looked up to take in a handsome yet grizzled man, certainly a few years her senior. “And how am I to know you are not amongst them?” Jocelyn asked, humor reflecting in her gaze as she took another sip.

[jocelyn-baratheon]

( ♛ truth serum ) : do you distrust the dornish?

I’d like to see the best in people. And while I could be convinced of the trustworthiness of many Dornish individuals, I do have a distinct distrust of the region as a whole. I have seen my family go to war too many times to not recognize the wrath that lies between our people. Perhaps someday though, this constant tumult can be resolved. I feel it is better to have friends.

[jocelyn-baratheon]

The Jungle Book - Is your muse happy living off of the bare necessities, or do they need more in life?

In small bursts Jocelyn could be content to live off the minimum, especially if it was framed as an adventure. But, as much as she’d hate to admit it Jocelyn needs her creature comforts. She was raised with plenty of material resources and has grown accustomed to such a lifestyle. That said, she feels a sense of shame for her regard for material things.

[ferhosia]

[jocelyn-baratheon]

— as the harsh dornish sun reached the highest point in the desert sky, cedric tyrell listened to the clash of his sword’s steel against his brother’s one final time, letting out a laugh as they crossed their blades within inches of eachother’s face. to train with a blade was a regular occurance within the courtyard of the tyrell lodgings, one in which squires and guards regularly took part in such training for the sake of exercising the very chivalry that developed in their own region of the reach. watching the figure of the king, his one and only brother, exiting the courtyard as the sun reached its highest point; there was no use continuing to train in this heat. within half an hour, cedric had washed and changed into a simple blue tunic, not bothering to fix his slightly more disheveled appearance following the exercise as he made his way straight beyond the confines of the tyrell lodgings and toward sunspear’s bustling town centre. tomes and scrolls was an institution he had only visited once upon guiding an unknown woman to the establishment, however the library was a place he had intended to visit that day for the sake of furthering his research in regards to the different forms of roads across westeros and essos, and how they differed so greatly.

the centre was bustling, and whilst the man was not technically within the narrow lines of the bustling bazaars, the calls of the merchants remained something he could hear. as he walked by a fountain, the man at first did not notice the figure standing in the  fountain itself; not until he saw a flash of some sort of jewellery. glancing his blue orbs in the direction of the fountain once again, there was the sight of a woman, of nobility judging by her attire, stood in the fountains, searching for something beneath the water. her skirts were soaked beneath the gathered water and her raven locks being sprayed by the fountain. the tyrell said nothing, but simply watched in silent amusement.  

Bracelet reclaimed, Jocelyn turned to step out of the fountain. She paused when a face caught her eye and in a moment a joyful smile overtook her features. Suddenly hurrying, the princess hopped out and ran towards him barefoot. When they stood face to face the young woman shook her head in disbelief, still smiling. Gently, the youngest Baratheon wrapped her arms around the man, holding him close for a moment before separating. “Cedric!” She exclaimed, eyes wide with delight. “You’ve grown.” the brunette noted, unable to help but laugh taking him all in, very pleased with what she saw. Perhaps the dancing with the children had stirred up something youthful in her soul, but Jocelyn felt like a child herself. Looking at him was like looking at a fond, living memory. His presence ushered in a nostalgia for earlier and simpler days. In her minds eye Jocelyn could still picture the Reach, wandering the grounds of Highgarden as the sun shone down and warmed her from head to toe. She still dreamed of those wanderings every so often, they were always her favorite dreams. Her time in the Reach was one of the happiest moments the princess could remember. Perhaps, the memories had grown even better in time as she reflected back with a fittingly rosy lens. 

There was something so wonderful about touching a piece of her past. Realistically, she should’ve realized he would be in Dorne, but to see him before her was a delightful surprise. “Perhaps the Seven are smiling on me this day.” The youngest Baratheon noted, only then aware of how painfully out of sorts she looked. Certainly that hadn’t bothered him in the past, but people changed....lives changed. They were now a prince and princess from two different realms, no longer the children they’d once been. “Clearly I haven’t learned to heed my mother in all this time.” Jocelyn demurred, gesturing to the state of her clothes. “Even so, I’m so pleased to see you.”

[jocelyn-baratheon]

DORNE HAD BEEN A BLESSING, but, now, after the ball, elaenys saw the trip like a curse. innocent people — people that had been taking care of her even before she understands herself as a human — were dead. maybe the dragons were punishing her for leaving dragonstone, the only place that she would be safe. maybe it was a signal that ela could only interpret as an omen, that something bad was going to happen again. the young dragon tried to not believe that — but everything was pointing in the direction she most feared. yet, she tried to lighten her head. a small walk in the town wouldn’t hurt anybody — but elaenys still locked back to see if no one was following her.

                        THE CHILDREN CAUGHT HER ATTENTION, but foremost, the woman dancing with them did. she had a lightness that elaenys wanted to possess — she felt the weight of the world ( the weight of the dragons ) on her shoulders almost everyday. to be careless as the dark-haired woman was everything that elaenys wanted to be, but her dutyand her name came before everything else on her life. she watched curiosly the curiously the scene that formed before her, taking care not to be noticed. it was something so pure that elaenys didn’t want to stain it with her presence.

                        HOWEVER, WHEN THE LADY WENT to the fountain that elaenys was using as a hiding place, the targaryen daughter tried to act like nothing had happened, but she couldn’t stop the judgmental look on her face when seeing the other lady stepping into the fountain. oh, if her mother saw something like that … yet, elaenys smiled and got closer to the fountain again, with a more sympathetic smile gracing her lips. “ is everything alright ? ” the fair-headed lady asked, with more curiosity than normal. 21

Jocelyn jumped slightly at the sound of another voice from behind, gripping the top of the fountain to stabilize herself. Slowly, she turned around to take in the stranger that matched the words. Remembering it had been a question the youngest Baratheon nodded, offering a polite smile. “Yes, I’m quite alright thank you....despite all appearances to the contrary.” The brunette had to laugh as she gestured to herself. She hardly looked the part of a princess standing barefoot in the fountain, skirts dangerously close to taking on water. Carefully Jo stepped out and back into her shoes, trying to ignore the subtle squelching noise that followed as wet skin met footwear. Now able to give the stranger her full attention, the princess took her other young woman in. She didn’t strike Jocelyn as immediately familiar, but the style of her dress suggested she was of some wealth and status and likely from Westeros. The complexion suggested perhaps the Westerlands? Or maybe the Crownlands? In a moment, the flash of her eyes gave Jo the clue she needed. Targaryen. The young brunette smiled to herself, pleased with the deduction before realizing she was probably disturbing the young woman with her behavior. Clearing her throat Jo offered an apologetic glance. “My manner seems to have gone astray...Princess Jocelyn Baratheon of Storms End. A pleasure.”

[quotemadness]

We’ll survive, you and I.

F. Scott Fitzgerald (via quotemadness)

featuring @stvrmking

[sagamemes]

spots to kiss.   since y’all like kissing prompts—and who wouldn’t, honestly–so have a collection of places to press your lips to. many of these work perfectly fine for platonic or familiar affection while some are a bit steamier, though what counts as what is of course naturally dependent on the muses and the context. send ‘ SPOTS TO KISS + [number] ’ to kiss my muse there, or with # for dealer’s choice. context and description allowed and encouraged. feel free to use the last option  ( 57 )  to give the kiss on any fantasy or scifi body parts not listed here.

a kiss on the top of the head.

a kiss to hair.

a kiss on the forehead.

a kiss on the space between eyebrows.

a kiss on the temple.

a kiss on the cheek.

a kiss on the eyelid or the undereye.

a kiss on the nose

a kiss on the ear.

a kiss on that space where jaw connects.

a kiss on the corner of the mouth.

a kiss on the cupid’s bow.

a kiss on the lips.

a kiss on the chin.

a kiss on the jawline.

a kiss on the back of the neck.

a kiss on the underside of the jaw.

a kiss on the throat.

a kiss on the side of the neck.

a kiss on where the back of the neck turns to shoulder.

a kiss above the collarbone.

a kiss along the collarbone.

a kiss on the space between collarbones.

a kiss on the shoulder.

a kiss on the bicep.

a kiss on the forearm.

a kiss on the elbow.

a kiss on the outside of the wrist.

a kiss on the inside of the wrist.

a kiss on the back of the hand.

a kiss on the palm.

a kiss on a finger.  ( which one? )

a kiss on the side of the ribs.

a kiss on the shoulder blade.

a kiss on the space between shoulder blades.

a kiss along the curve of the spine.

a kiss on the upper back.

a kiss on the lower back.

a kiss on the sternum.

a kiss on a pec / breast.

a kiss under the breast.

a kiss on where the sternum ends.

a kiss on the stomach.

a kiss on the navel.

a kiss on the hipbone.

a kiss on the ‘v’.

a kiss on the front of the thigh.

a kiss on the back of the thigh.

a kiss on the inner thigh.

a kiss on the knee.

a kiss on the calf.

a kiss on the ankle.

a kiss on the heel.

a kiss on the foot.

a kiss on a toe.

a kiss on an nsfw body part not listed here.  ( where? )

a kiss on a sfw body part not listed here.  ( where? )

[drragonbcrn]

& for @stvrmking !

[qvotable]

Never apologize for burning too brightly or collapsing into yourself every night. That is how galaxies are made.

Tyler Kent White (via qvotable)

[jocelyn-baratheon]

015. — grip my muse’s jaw to make them look yours in the eye

The rage had boiled over to the point that there was no sanity in even trying to control it. Jocelyn could feel herself trembling, every inch of her body over taken by such an intense anger that was no room for any other thought of feeling. 

“I’ll kill them. I’ll kill them all.” She choked out, biting back the tears that threatened to come. She had to be strong now, her brothers weren’t here to protect her any longer. It was her turn to be the fury of House Baratheon. 

Jocelyn turned to walk away, walk toward vengeance, when a hand gripped her jaw, pulling her back until she stood eye to eye with Cedric once more. He shook his head, eyes full of ferocity. “Not today little doe.” he insisted.

[jocelyn-baratheon]

013 ( from steffon )

Hot, angry tears fell fast from Jocelyn’s eyes, blurring her gaze just slightly. Though she could still make out the form of her brother standing before her. His first was clenched and his face was as red as she was certain her own was. They stood there in silence of a moment, trapped in the aftermath of their shouts. Slowly, Steffon began to retreat and head for the door. A surge of anger propelled the princess further as she raced to the door and slammed it shut. She stood before it, putting her body willfully between him and the door. 

“No! We aren’t finished yet!”

[jocelyn-baratheon]

[ caress ] for my muse to gently run their hand down your muse’s face .

 It was far too late in the evening when Jocelyn finished up her letter and began to prepare for bed. She tiptoed into the room, expecting to find Cedric already asleep. Instead he stood before a long mirror in the corner of the room. 

“Cedric?” the princess voiced tentatively. “Is everything alright?”

He turned at the sound of her voice and the brunette fought to suppress a gasp. A large purple welt rested around his right eye. Without a word, Jo rushed forward, cupping his face gently in her hands. 

“Let me get a look at it.” She murmured, eyeing the injury with concern. “You’ve really piqued someone’s displeasure this day, my prince.” A small woeful smile playing on her lips.

Shaking her head, and letting out a sigh, Jo gently stroked his cheek. “Will you ever not make someone wrathful?”

[jocelyn-baratheon]

020. — put a hand over my muses mouth & drag my muse out of sight (garland)

It had started out innocently enough, a simple secret exploration of the Martell’s home. But the atmosphere changed quickly when Jo followed the sound of hushed voices down to a room off the kitchens. She hid behind the doorway, listening as the murmurs drew out a fear that sent her heart racing. They were talking about the attack! Laughing about the many injured or struck down at the Midsummer’s Ball. 

Unable to help herself, Jo inched closer, straining to her better when suddenly a cold hand wrapped across her mouth.She wanted to scream but it was as if the terror had removed her sense of mobility. Strong arms drew her away from the room and into another before releasing their grip. The princess whirled around, ready to try and hit whomever had taken her captive. But her hands fell to her sides as recognition came about. 

“G-Garland?!” Jocelyn hissed quietly. “What in the name of the Seven are you doing here?!” Though secretly she was quite thankful he had followed her...it might have just saved her life.

[jocelyn-baratheon]

Sleeping Beauty - What is the worst possible curse your muse could face?

Being permanently separated from her family. Jo thrives on the strength of the bonds the Baratheon clan holds. She’d be genuinely lost without them. No matter where or how far afield she wanders, Jocelyn considers them her North Star.

[jocelyn-baratheon]

101 Dalmatians - Does your muse have a large collection of any particular thing?

Nothing specific, no. However she does love to collect little trinkets, particularly those from places she’s never been or has been lucky enough to travel to. There’s no particular theme to these items though.