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𝐋𝐉𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐎𝐅𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐖𝐄𝐒𝐓 — single - muse roleplay blog for cannon character ⺌ ᅠ﹙ 𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐈 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 ₊﹚ᅠwritten for the game of thrones & a song of ice and fire verse, with additional verses for house of the dragon. this portrayal will be heavily book based, and will feature dead dove content.

𝕸𝐔𝐒𝐄 & 𝕽𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝕻𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒

penned by megs ⺌ ᅠ﹙ she/her ₊﹚ᅠ21+, gmt, this blog will be medium activity & mutual exclusive.

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it’s my last day at work tonight!! so i will be getting to my replies & asks from tomorrow!

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i only have 1 more week of work left before i’ll be completely free to write!! until then, please send memes!!

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cersei lannister with a side chick

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continued from x ˓ @gachcuid ˒

betrothed to the future king. it had already been promised to her some time ago, robert was just not who she expected. nonetheless, a king is a king. what should matter beyond that? after all, a queen did not need love to rule a kingdom.

her golden head bowed slightly, in a way that was almost sarcastic. “my apologies, lady stark.” each word proved soothe, her hand moving to smoothe the lannister red fabrics of her gown. “i do not wish to speak out of turn.”

the apology was offered but there was little sincerity within her words. “i only find it curious to hear such criticisms towards my father when…” she stepped forward, each step as graceful as the last. “if it were not for him, the war would still be ravaging on, would it not?” suddenly her tone was gentle, innocent. though the gaze that laid upon lady stark denied that.

“my fathers victory deserves some respect.”

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continued from x ˓ @gachcuid ˒

like moths to a flame. that was what the men of the tourney had been towards her, suitors her father would call them. she did not discourage the attention that she would receive and in fact, thrived in it. she was aware of the power that her beauty held and had begun to learn how to use it to her advantage, as a weapon.

she slowed ever so slightly so that the young lord could meet her strides. brandon stark was not her typical choice, rough around the edges and an arrogance that could easily be mistaken for confidence. but what was the harm in indulging him this once?

“so persistent.” her lips pursed slightly, as if to disguise the grin creeping onto her lips. “why would i grant a man my favour if i cannot guarantee that he will win in my name? i do not wish to see my beautiful ribbon trampled into the dirt.”

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PRE-ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP MEME 0.2

over a year ago, i made this meme & since then, it’s blown up. so, over a year later — i thought i would make a new one. so here it is, after several requests & a pile of brains,  THE PRE-ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP MEME 0.2 send me a  ✿  and i’ll fill out the template below. bold for things i could definitely see or want, italics for things i could see or am unsure of and striked out for things i don’t want or cannot see.

FRIENDSHIP.     childhood friends  /  work buddies or coworkers  /  family friends  /  friends with benefits  /  smoking buddies  /  adventure buddies  /  fake friends  /  recently friends  /  party buddies  /  friendship of need  /  dying friendship  /  circumstantial friendship  /  partners in crime  /  old friendship  /  [ your muse ] is the good influence  /  [ your muse ] is the bad influence  /  [ my muse ] is the good influence  /  [ my muse ] is the bad influence  /  opposites attract  /  ride or die  /  frenemies  /  roommates or flatmates  /  penpals  /  exes to friends  /  enemies to friends  /  other

ROMANCE.     childhood sweethearts  /  [ your muse is mines ] childhood crush  /  [ my muse is yours ] childhood crush  /  exes  /  exes to lovers  /  forbidden lovers  /  highschool sweethearts  /  secret relationship  /  opposites attract  /  long distance  /  unrequited [ from your muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from my muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from both sides ]  /  skinny love  /  friends to lovers  /  enemies to lovers  /  spurious relationship  /  power couple  /  newly entered  /  soulmates [ metaphorical ]  /  soulmates  [ literal ]  /  awkward  /  turning toxic  /  toxic love  /  cheating [ on your muse ]  /  cheating [ with your muse ]  /  other 

FAMILIAL.     siblings [ half ]  /  siblings [ step ]  /  [ my muse ] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure  /  [ my muse ] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse  /  [ my muse ] is a parental figure to yours  /  [ my muse ] is a child figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal guardian  /  adoptive child  /  foster child  /  [ your muse ] is taken under mines wing  /  [ my muse ] is taken under yours wing  /  other

ANTAGONISTIC.     dangerous to each other  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into sexual or romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of off circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based off misunderstanding or lies  /  conflict of ideology  /  betrayal  /  hero - villain dynamic  /  enemies  /  fight club  /  friends turned enemies  /  lovers turned enemies  /  exes turned enemies  /  other 

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on my rewatch of GoT i continuously forget stannis’ fire bdsm sub plot

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I heard the whispers. They think we're having an affair. ˓ @heartofchivalry ˒

how amusing, so much so that there is a brittle scoff leaving the lioness’ lips. cersei was no stranger to gossip, it spread through the court like wildfire and she had long since learned that it was almost impossible to extinguish. there were diplomatic ways to deal with such whispers, though diplomacy was not necessarily within her nature. even if such rumours had dire consequences were they found to be true.

“if you listen to every whisper that passes through court, you will surely go mad.” the rim of her goblet pressed against pursed lips, the arbour red warming down her throat. it was one of the few luxuries that the court had afforded her, much more satisfying than hearing the idle rumours that passed through ladies and maids alike.

a grin tugged at her lips, her gaze lazily moving across to the man at the other side of the room. she noted the careful distance, she even found that to be somewhat amusing. “do the whispers unsettle you, ser?” a slender finger traced along the carved wood of the chairs armrest, as though she could not be any less interested — whispers did not frighten her.

“the court would love nothing more than to delight in my indiscretions." a breath escapes her. “i would suggest that you give them no cause to do so.”

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i am incredibly sick so i will be here for the next 2 days to distract myself. feel free to send memes or i’m happy to plot!

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𖥔⋆｡°✩ YOU OUGHTA KNOW ⸻ a collection of action prompts centered around the competitive chemistry, bickering, and slow-burn tension. adjust as necessary. add + reverse as needed.

sender blocks receiver's path with a smug grin.

sender steps into receiver's space just to prove a point.

sender folds their arms and challenges receiver to prove them wrong.

sender steals receiver's victory with a teasing bow.

sender rolls their eyes at receiver, but can't hide the smile tugging at the corner of their mouth.

sender catches receiver staring after an argument and raises an eyebrow.

sender deliberately chooses the seat beside receiver, claiming everywhere else was taken.

sender cleans up receiver's injuries while insisting it's only practical.

sender mutters that only they're allowed to beat receiver.

sender catches receiver before they lose their balance.

sender finds themself defending receiver from someone else, and receiver overhears.

sender scoffs at receiver's idea before admitting it was a good one.

sender argues with receiver over something neither of them actually cares about anymore.

sender notices they've memorized all of receiver's tells.

sender reluctantly agrees to team up with receiver.

sender smirks when they realized they got under reciver's skin.

sender instinctively reaches out to stop receiver from getting hurt.

sender deliberately provokes receiver just to get a reaction.

sender leans far too close while arguing with receiver.

sender refuses to admit they were worried about receiver.

sender notices receiver looks unfairly attractive when they're angry.

sender finds themself smiling after one of receiver's insults.

sender interrupts someone else before they can insult receiver.

sender rolls their eyes when receiver shows off, but can't look away.

sender catches receiver laughing and forgets what they were going to say.

sender gets unexpectedly defensive when someone calls receiver incompetent.

sender insists receiver is cheating during a friendly competition.

sender reaches the finish line first, only to turn around and wait for receiver.

sender realizes they actually enjoy arguing with receiver.

sender instinctively steps between receiver and danger.

sender realizes winning doesn't feel as satisfying if receiver isn't there.

sender remembers every sarcastic nickname receiver has ever given them.

sender begrudgingly compliments receiver's skills.

sender catches themself watching receiver instead of the competition.

sender offers receiver a hand up, pretending it's purely out of convenience.

sender notices they're smiling before they even realize receiver has walked into the room.

sender throws their jacket over receiver's shoulders while complaining the entire time.

sender realizes they know exactly how to make receiver laugh.

sender accidentally lets a genuine compliment slip while arguing with receiver.

sender catches receiver looking at them with something softer than annoyance.

sender realizes the line between rivalry and affection has become impossible to find.

sender realizes the worst part isn't losing to receiver, it's the thought of losing receiver altogether.

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cersei would have a girl crush on alicent AND rhaenyra, but also she’d hate them with her whole being

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i wasn't trying to start a fight. i was trying to have a conversation. ˓ @cubcrowned ˒

merely a cub amongst lions and yet, the boy believed that he could speak to his mother in such a challenging fashion. it only resulted in an uttered laugh, not one of joy or amusement. it was bitter, ice cold that it could almost slice through the air.

“have you grown bold, tommen?” emerald eyes narrowed, searching for the boy whose face once made her demenor soften. the boy who was also so desperate for his mothers affection, the boy who was now drowning in a crown that was far too heavy for him. he may have been a king in theory, but cersei knew him better than that.

“you speak to me with such insolence.” there was a sigh of disbelief, slender fingers stroking through the curls of her golden hair. “when all i do is offer you my counsel. i would think you wise enough to listen to your mother.”

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❛ i think her quite the bitch. ❜ - from brandon! ˓ @gachcuid ˒

there is an undeniable feeling of disdain within her gaze, one that she would not grant the effort to disguise. then, a quiet scoff to solidify the lady’s disapproval towards the words that had left the lords mouth. such foul language is typical of that of northern’s, of course she would never utter such things.

“is that so?” her voice drawled, her chin lifting every so slightly so that her gaze could cut through him like a sword itself. “how fortunate that i do not value the opinion of every lordling who finds himself in the south, is it not?” her tone was as smooth as the silk that covered her gowns, with an unmistakable coldness buried underneath.

“i do hear that stark’s often bark before they think.” suddenly, she could not contain her grin. she found herself to be rather amusing, watching him beneath lowered lashes. “speak with caution, such words often find themselves in the ears of those they are spoken about.”

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“i can still hear the way you talked to me when i was a kid.”    ˓ @sigilstag ˒

such a tragic death, that of her late husband robert baratheon — the king. she had come to believe that this was the last that she would see of the stags, that clearly proved to be wishful thinking. on the name day of her son, king joffrey, nonetheless she is forced to be subject to their incessant rambling over the most unimportant matters.

perhaps the woman’s disinterest was evident in her expression, emerald gaze scarcely lingering upon the woman in front of her. that, was for those she presumed worthy of her own attention. still, a smile twinged at her lips as though to give her some sort of pleasantry. “and that was such a long time ago.” cersei broke the silence, her hands clasped politely in front of her, rested against her skirts.

“do we truly wish to dwell on the past on such a momentous occasion?” her head turned, the sun catching her golden curls as she looked towards the tourney field. that was what elicited a true smile upon her lips, the sigh of her son as king. “do you wish to sit? i am sure that there will be space somewhere, perhaps somewhere in the back?”

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❛  violence  is  a  craft.  so  is  compassion.  ❜  /    from    tyrion    !  ˓ @fevyrroot ˒

compassion.  the  word  left  a  horrible  bitterness  on  her  tongue,  one  that  could  not  so  easily  be  washed  down  with  her  wine.  yet,  it  would not  stop  her  from  trying.  tapered  fingers  tightened  around  the  stem  of  her  goblet  until  her  knuckles  paled  beneath  her  golden  rings  as there was  a  tension  that  she  could  not  allow  herself  to  express  on  her  face.  

it  was  not  a  secret  that  the  lioness  did  take  much  pleasure  in  the  company  of  her  younger  brother,  less  so  when  he  felt  it  neccessary  to  drape  her  in  advice  that  she  did  not  particullary  ask  for.  it  was  simple  for  tyrion  to  speak  of  compassion  when  he  did  not  bore  the  weight of  the  seven  kingdoms  upon  his  shoulders,  for  that,  his  counsel  was  almost  laughable.  

"since  when  did  compassion  win  wars,  dear  brother?"  the  wine  was  rich,  staining  her  lips  a  deep  crimson  as  she  lowered  the  goblet  back  to  the  table.  "you  seem  to  forget  yourself.  you  are  the  master  of  coin,  and  only  because  father  inisisted  on  it."  a  decision  she  was  still  not  pleased  with,  but  what  tywin  lannister  decided  was  final.  even  she  dared  not  to  question  that.

emerald  gaze  lifted  from  the  table  and  to  her  brother,  that  familiar  coldness  in  her  eyes.  "must  the  small  council  continously  remind  you  of  your  position?"  the  edges  of  her  lips  curved  into  a  slight  grin,  all  devoid  of  warmth.  "my  son  sits  upon  the  iron  throne, should he find compassion useful, you shall be the first to know." 

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cersei won’t be impressed by dragons, ELEPHANTS on the other hand…