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i punched you in the face because you were talking shit and shoved you into the wall and i’ve got my hands around your throat threatening to choke the shit out of you. but hey - you’ve got the prettiest eyes and did - did you just fucking moan? why are you smirking? are you enjoying this??? 

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i’ve finally gotten my old laptop working again, so while i watch one episode of got, please like this post & i’ll get you a starter typed up!

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i was going to do replies but my computer is lagging so bad that i’m not able to see as i’m typing this? anyone else dealing with this issue in both chrome & firefox? it only happens on tumblr. anyway, replies tomorrow evening. sorry for being so slow. life happens. in the meantime; add me on skype ( whiskeyandgunoil ) or kik ( whskeybent ) for ic or ooc shenanigans. just tell me who you are please!

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I am Cersei of House Lannister, a lion of the Rock, the rightful queen of these Seven Kingdoms, trueborn daughter of Tywin Lannister;

                                         and hair grows back.

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Hi welcome to my rp blog (✿◠‿◠)

You’re looking for my rp threads? (◕‿◕✿)

THEY’RE IN THE FUCKING DRAFTS (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

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                there’s a thin line separating rιɢнt  from ｗｒｏｎｇ                      and you crossed it when you threatened my f a m i l y

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╳ ║ ofblackfyre.

♕ —- | There’s that familiar pang of jealousy that hits deep to her core when she spies the long hair of a silver color--knowing that her own would surely be going gray ( and knowing that she’s already got quite a few sprouting up -- being sure to pluck them immediately ). The hint of a frown that had worked its way onto her face doesn’t linger long, reaching for her dressing gown & sliding it over her bare body, slipping from the covers and standing slowly. ❝You’ve brought the hot water, I expect.❞

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╳ ║ childishlioness.

♕ —- |  There’s a smile playing on her lips as she works her fingers through her daughter’s hair. Cersei wasn’t one to let anyone other than her to braid & twist Myrcella’s hair into elegant knots & styles that she had practiced on her own for many years. Reaching for the brush, the lioness runs it through the hair much like her own--resembling spun gold, before quick fingers begin with small braids. All the while, she’s humming a tune--the farthest thing from ‘Rains of Castamere’ that she can think of at the moment. ❝You’re very lucky, darling. Many would kill for hair like yours.❞

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                i’ve made a little prison ;                         & i’m locking up everyone                                     who ever laid a FINGER on me.

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*me seeing a healthy relationship between a person and their father* what the fuck? what the fuck is this? what the fuck?

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so i’m trash & ended up cleaning my room all evening. starters tomorrow. please like this post if you’d like one!

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alright, folks. i am heading off to bed ( actually to watch season four but whatever ). please LIKE THIS for a starter tomorrow once i’m home from work. cersei’s muse is so strong & i want to throw her at everybody.

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  ╳ ║ gentlestag.

     You NEVER try and send Joff away. “     Septa Jeyne isn’t feeling well, she sent me to read.” Lana a d o r e d reading, she could spend all day with nothing but books and maybe tarts or cakes; she tentatively reached for her star back. “ It’s the SEVEN POINTED STAR,” she muttered, “ I’m going to put it next to the crown he made me, it looks like father’s crown.”  Her fingers graced the back of her mother’s hand, “ Weill can make ANYTHING, he’ll even make a LION for you.” 

♕ —- | Of course Septa Jeyne isn’t feeling well. Cersei wouldn’t be feeling well if she had to blather on about the Seven all day just to keep thoughts away from her shriveled cunt either. Slender fingers release the star when her daughter reaches, all too happy to let it go. How she wishes she would go play with her sister--Myrcella never took time out of her day to bother Cersei with petty things, she was too prim, too proper. Her daughter, through and through. ❝I’m surprised he hasn’t made you all the house sigils.❞ As if she needed a reminder of who her father truly was. At least she gave forth one true heir. ❝You should be spending time with girls your own age, Lana. I don’t know why you never play with your cousins.❞

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fangirl challenge [6/10] female characters: cersei lannister

“love is poison. a sweet poison, yes, but it will kill you all the same.”

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╳ ║ gentlestag.

   Mother. } 

     ‘       LADY MOTHER, look what Weill made for me!’ Weill was the cooks { DIMWITTED } son, he made things from wood and sold them to make extra money, he was in his seventeenth year and would never be married; he was a dear friend to Lana.  Presenting the small wooden star to her golden mother      she smiled. ‘ Isn’t it just lovely? ‘ 

♕ ---- | A lip curls, though she’s quick to hide it, when her misfit daughter ( how she hates that brunette hair ) approaches her, offering some sort of wooden token. Weill, again. The fourth time this month, and each one has taken a particularly dishonorable spot at the bottom of her wardrobe. Fingers reach out to take it, examining the woodwork & forcing her face into something resembling a smile. ❝Beautiful, Lana. Aren’t you supposed to be with the Septa for lessons?❞ Anything to get her back to her wine as soon as possible.