DAUNTLESS

She was good. From her first breath, she was so sweet. I don’t know where she came from. She was nothing like me. No meanness, no jealousy, just good. MYRCELLA Lannister BARATHEON, of King's Landing. Princess of the seven kingdoms dependent &. associated with ( revoltsrp ) penned by belle

[rosetylecr]

Nothing is ever given. For everything, we must pay and pay. That’s not true.

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ofvelcryon‌:

Violet eyes shifted towards the blonde and eyes narrowed slightly as she tried to decide if she was one of the lions she held so much hatred for in her heart. Her words had lacked malice ( and were dangerously soft when softness could not endure in times so harsh ) for her to be one of the driving forces but the Velaryon had no intention of letting that encourage her to be any warmer towards her. All Lannisters were guilty in her eyes. “Hope is valuable at times like these.” Words were clipped, whipping through the air with the same force as a gale that stirred up the waves of the ocean. “Personally I have always preferred to be realistic.” Her children might still possess their innocence and hope, something she hoped that they would never lose, but she was there to be cynical and harsh so they would never have to be.

Lips pursed together slightly at the mention of the gods, her own faith having waned somewhat in the knowledge that they had allowed the greatest force the world had ever seen to crumble. Perhaps they had been envious. Perhaps Valyria had built towers too high and soared to heights that threatened the might of the Seven. “I fear that the Seven may have abandoned us or perhaps this plague of Others is some form of punishment.” No words of comfort would leave her lips, not for a Lannister. Instead a glance was shot out of the corner of violet eyes and words delivered heavy with meaning, suggesting that perhaps the lions short lived reign was coming to an end. “Their way of setting us all back on the correct path.” 

-    Ever since she was a child, Myrcella had kept the faith in her heart. From the moment she was born, her entire being was sinful, and so she sought to cleanse it by praying to the Seven daily, hoping that they would not forsake her. She always hoped that her voice was louder than others, that her thoughts and wishes would be carried up to the heavens so that she might not suffer the wrath of the Gods. But the woman before her spoke plainly, and it was entirely possible that the Seven had decided to inflict their wrath upon the people of Westeros - a cleansing of the earth. 

“ Then I pray that we shall not suffer for too long, ”  she responded, tone lacking it’s usual life as she mulled over the words. Myrcella kept reminding herself that she needed to say strong, that she was Princess and her people needed her strength, not her tears. “ Hopefully, that is not too much to ask for. ” She had read once that hope only bred eternal misery, Myrcella had promptly shut that book and refused to pick it back up - she could not stand to be so cynical, it was not in her nature. 

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in  a  not  at  all  shocking,  but  still  irritating  kind  of  a  way,  myrcella’s  starter  isn’t  showing  up  in  the  tags,  so  yay  for  that  - thank  you,  tumblr. i  won’t  really  be  around  this  evening  because  i’m  feeling  pretty  drained,  but  i’ll  be  catching  up  on  the  rest  of  my  replies  tomorrow  night  (  and  the  ask  memes  )

[gotladies]

“Wed to Ser Loras, oh… Sansa’s breath caught in her throat. She remembered Ser Loras in his sparkling sapphire armor, tossing her a rose. Ser Loras in white silk, so pure, innocent, beautiful. The dimples at the corner of his mouth when he smiled. The sweetness of his laugh, the warmth of his hand. She could only imagine what it would be like to pull up his tunic and caress the smooth skin underneath, to stand on her toes and kiss him, to run her fingers through those thick brown curls and drown in his deep brown eyes. A flush crept up her neck.” “The two children could not have looked more different, him with his olive skin and straight black hair, her pale as milk with a mop of golden curls; light and dark, like Queen Cersei and King Robert. He prayed Myrcella would find more joy in her Dornish boy than her mother had found with her storm lord.”

[coutured-archived]

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[jorindelle]

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-    Under the burning fire-light of the hanging lanterns, Myrcella was distinguishable from the shadows which appeared down the long halls. She tugged the finely knitted shawl around her shoulders, it’s kitten soft fabric blocking the chill from her young bones. Her head was slightly tilted as she listened purposely to the boisterous voices which echoed around the corner. They were laughing about her, about her mother, about the rumours of her parentage. They joked of lions and the perversions which the Lannisters were prone to. If it were someone else within her family who heard such nonsense, they would have surely acted. But Myrcella made no attempt to move, she merely listened. 

“ They speak as though they are the first to whisper these rumours, ” she muttered dryly when she heard the sound of footsteps behind her. It was a little too dark for her to determine the figure right away. “ Surely, there are more pressing matters which they can concern themselves with. ”  Sometimes she wished she could admit who her true father was, but it would certainly mean the end of her family and she could not wish that on herself or Tommen. After a moment she remembered her manners and smiled politely,  “ You’ll forgive the gracelessness of my eavesdropping. But I heard my name and such things could not be ignored. ” A Lannister never apologises, she could hear her grandfather's voice in her head. 

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( from edmure ) ─ “ i’m just a simple man trying to make my way in the universe. ”

“  a  simple  man,  ”  she  tested  the  words,  a  smirk  weighing  on  her  lips.  her  mother’s  smile.  “  you’re  the  uncle  of  a  man  who  calls  himself  a  king,  that  doesn’t  make  you  a  simple  man,  lord  tully,  ”  myrcella  stated,  matter-of-factly,  arms  crossing  over  her  chest.  “  you  must  enjoy  the  association,  most  would  and  they  would  not  be  blamed  for  it. how  many  can  say  that  their  nephew  is  a  king? ” myrcella  remembered  when  the  starks  were  loyal  to  the  crown,  back  when  there  was  no  bad  blood  between  lions  and  wolves -  she  knew  her  family  was  the  one  at  fault -  they  inflicted  the  horrors  upon  others.  there  were  many  who  called  themselves  leaders,  she  wondered  who  had  actually  earned  the  right.  tommen  had  not,  his  claim  came  only  because  her  rotten  brother  joff  met  a  timely  end.  it  was  a  true  mercy,  her  brother’s  madness  would  have  brought  down  his  entire  family.  a  crown  kept  no  man  safe. “  no,  my  lord  tully,  you  are  not  a  simple  man.  ”

[berthelps]

STAR WARS SENTENCE STARTERS

“ i find your lack of faith disturbing. ”

“ she’s fast enough for you, old man. ”

“ the force will be with you. always. ”

“ never tell me the odds! ”

“ do. or do not. there is no try. ”

“ no. i am your father. ”

“ pass on what you have learned. ”

“ just for once, let me look on you with my own eyes. ”

“ there’s always a bigger fish. ”

“ in time, the suffering of your people will persuade you to see our point of view. ”

“ you can’t stop the change, any more than you can stop the suns from setting. ”

“ i sense much fear in you. ”

“ the day we stop believing democracy can work is the day we lose it. ”

“ i’m just a simple man trying to make my way in the universe. ”

“ power! unlimited power! ”

“ the garbage’ll do! ”

“ you know, no matter how much we fought, i’ve always hated watching you leave. ”

“ oh, my dear friend. how I’ve missed you. ”

“ i’m one with the force. the force is with me. ”

“ judge me by my size, do you? ”

“ you have hate. you have anger. but you don’t use them. ”

 “ if you define yourself by your power to take life, your desire to dominate, to possess, then you have nothing. ”

“ your focus determines your reality. ”

“ be careful not to choke on your aspirations. ”

“ in my experience there is no such thing as luck. ”

“ fear is the path to the dark side. ”

“ be mindful of your thoughts …they’ll betray you. ”

“ we’ll take the next chance. and the next. on and on until we win …or the chances are spent. ”

“ stay on target. ”

“ laugh it up, fuzz ball. ”

“ but only you can change yourself. ”

“ i’ve seen your daily routine. you are not busy. ”

“ get your head out of your cockpit. ”

“ page turners, they are not. ”    

“ this is not going to go the way you think. ”

“ let’s not have a scene. ”

“ impressive. every word in that sentence was wrong. ”

“ i believe he’s tooling with you, sir. ”

“ my disappointment in your performance cannot be overstated. ”

“ wipe that nervous expression off your face. ”

“ work your magic, buddy. ”

“ i need someone to show me my place in all this. ”

“ and here comes the parade. ”

“ we have them tied on the end of a string. ”

“ i wish i could put my fist through this whole lousy, beautiful town. ”

“ we’ve pulled crazier stunts than this. ”

“ you’re just a child with a mask. ”

“ that was a cheap move. ”

“ your eyes can deceive you; don’t trust them. ”

“ fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate, hate leads to suffering. ”

“ let go of your hate. ”

“ who’s the more foolish; the fool, or the fool who follows him? ”

“ so this is how liberty dies…with thunderous applause. ”

“ great, kid. don’t get cocky. ”

“ that is why you fail. ”

“ we’re gonna do this… ”

“ these are your first steps… ”

“ i assume you need something. desperately. ” 

“ i thought he was a myth. ”

“ stop taking my hand! ”

“ i’ve got a bad feeling about this. ”

“ i never ask that question until after we’ve done it. ”

“ women always figure out the truth. always. ”

“ the light – it’s always been there. it’ll guide you. ”

“ princess – general, sorry. ”

“ you still want to kill me? ”

“ that’s what happens when you’re being hunted by a stranger in a mask. ”

“ is there a garbage shoot? trash compactor? ”

“ we’ll see each other again. i believe that. ”

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“i hope they all burn in hell.”

-    dismay  flooded  her  face,  there  was  no  denying  that  the  comment  had  rattled  her.  she  knew  that  war  meant  death  and  slanderous  words,  but  she  had  never  in  life  uttered  words  so  foul.  “  i  fear  that  your  hopes  may  come  true,  ”  myrcella   commented,  although  it  was  a  near  whisper. she  had  always  thought  herself  to  be  brave,  but  as  she  waited  for  the  doom  of  her  people, myrcella  felt  weak. weaker  than  she  ever  had  before.  “  i  fear  that  we  will  all  burn. ”

[scavengememes]

a court of mist and fury sentence starters

“i fell in love with you, smartass, because you were one of us.”

“when you spend so long trapped in the darkness, you find the darkness begins to stare back.”

“there are good days and hard days for me—even now. don’t let the hard days win.”

“if you were going to die, i was going to die with you.”

“you’re a real bastard, you know that?”

“there are different kinds of darkness. there is the darkness that frightens, the darkness that soothes, the darkness that is restful. there is the darkness of lovers, and the darkness of assassins. it becomes what the bearer wishes it to be, needs it to be. it is not wholly bad or good.”

“i’m thinking… i’m thinking i was a lonely, helpless person, and i might have fallen in love with the first thing to show me a hint of kindness and safety.”

“i am broken, and healing, but every piece of my heart belongs to you.”

“i would have torn apart the world to get you back.”

“i’m thinking that i look at you and feel like i’m dying. like i can’t breathe. i’m thinking that i want you so badly i can’t concentrate half the time i’m around you, and this room is too small for me to properly bed you.”

“i hope they all burn in hell.”

“the issue isn’t whether they loved you, it’s how much. too much. love can be a poison.”

“many atrocities have been done in the name of the greater good.”

“did you enjoy the sight of me kneeling before you?”

“you gave up on me. you were my friend.”

“life is better when you’re around. and look how lovely your handwriting is.”

“i know you—more than you realize, i think—and i don’t believe for one damn minute that you’re remotely fine with being a pretty trophy for someone who sat on their ass for nearly fifty years, then sat on their ass while you were shredded apart—”

“come on. we don’t bite. unless you ask us to.”

“but i couldn’t… i couldn’t stop being around you, and loving you, and wanting you. i still can’t stay away.”

“i’d much rather you licked my wounds for me.”

“you decide your fate—your choices. not me.”

“i’m surprised there aren’t more mirrors in this house, since you seem to love looking at yourself so much.”

“i heard you begging for someone, anyone, to get you out. i heard you say no.”

“i will kill anyone who harms you. i will kill them, and take a damn long time doing it. go ahead. hate me—despise me for it.”

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closed  to  ─  @myrcellcss. continued  from  ─  here.

the  admission  of  loyalty  had  been  unprompted,  vocalized  as  a  passionate  greeting  to  the  fair - haired  princess  as  she  stalked  through  the  halls  of  the  castle  to  where  she  knew  myrcella  would  be,  surrounded  by  a  plethora  of  crimson  and  gold  clad  guards  ─  hardly  the  most  subtle  of  colors  but  it  was  sufficient  in  striking  fear  in  the  hearts  of  weak - willed  men.  ❛  the  boy  joffrey,  the  boy  tommen  and  the  girl  myrcella  …  no  true  born  heirs  …  products  of  incest  …  ❜,  all  statements  that  she  had  agreed  upon  yet  the  discussion  of  death,  of  exterminating  the  golden  cubs  of  cersei  lannister  while  a  tentative  peace  had  only  just  been  accomplished  brought  a  fire  to  her  belly  and  ash  to  her  mouth.  her  fist  still  throbbed  with  the  force  of  knuckles  colliding  with  jaw  though  she  was  careful  to  conceal  it  beneath  the  layers  of  her  cloak  as  she  settled  into  a  seat  by  her  not - cousin,  slumping  onto  the  polished  oak  with  a  grumble.

❝  i  would  gladly  fall  to  protect  you.  an  honorable  way  to  go,  though  many  would  disagree  with  me.  they  are  wrong  if  they  believe  i  would  allow  anyone  to  even  glance  at  you  with  malicious  intent  on  their  minds.  ❞  myrcella  and  tommen  were  innocent  of  all  the  crimes  commited  by  the  lannisters  yet  damned  all  the  same  for  their  golden  locks  alone  ─  it  was  the  way  of  war,  to  eliminate  all  threat  and  yet  it  was  not  morally  right  to  plot  the  deaths  of  innocents  and  call  it  loyalty.  she  would  make  certain  everyone  knew  where  she  stood  on  that  matter.  ❝  what  ?  ❞  spine  straightens,  breath  leaving  her  in  a  series  of  coughs.  ❝  i  do  not  think  your  lady  mother  will  be  pleased  with  either  of  us  …  ❞  a  tentative  pause,  lips  curling  into  a  small  smile,  pleased  with  her  conclusion.  ❝  i  suppose  there  is  no  one  better  to  instruct  you.  ❞

-    Myrcella had not been in King’s Landing during the battle of Blackwater Bay, but she had heard of the horror and desperation which the people residing in the capital had felt. She knew that had she been there, she would have been a young girl stuck to her mother's side, a mask of bravery attached to her face despite the fear which she felt - all to keep up appearances for you Tommen, her sensitive and soft-bellied brother. Whenever she thought of Shireen, the word ‘cousin’ still came to mind, they were not blood - no matter what rumours her mother denied - but they were still family.  “ Honour gets brave men killed, Shireen. I do not need your honour, I need your skill, ” she whispered softly, a forlorn expression on her face. She loved her father, but it was stupidity and love for her Uncle Tyrion which saw him battle in the courtyard the noble Eddard Stark. She had truly loathed her brother the day he chopped off the wolf’s head. 

“ Well, Ser Arthur Dayne was not available, so I thought it best to ask you, ”  she responded with a smile, deciding not to mention her father, or as she would call him publically, Uncle Jaime. He would tell her mother and refuse to teach her, and all would be lost. Shireen was the only person worth asking, the only one who would dare - Myrcella loved her cousin for that. “ My lady mother need not know. ” 

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Where others seemed to be choosing to fall apart at the seams, that had never been a luxury afforded to a daughter of House Velaryon, nor was it within her to ever succumb to such doubts or fears. Even if she had not had two young lives to also be responsible for she had never been one to indulge in despair when it felt so loathsome to her. It was not in her blood to admit defeat, the home of her ancestors had crumbled and yet the Valyrian lines still held true despite the weakness that had plagued them in more recent memories. There was a vow made to herself not to allow herself to become just another footnote in her family’s demise and the two little girls playing in front of her were testament to the fact that they all still had a future.

A gentle warning to them is called out in what she has always considered her native tongue when the common one was deemed far less elegant. “Gaomagon daor jiōraton tolī tolmiot, issa riñar.” The ties that she felt to her heritage were strong and for all her children had the raven hair of the Morrigens they also had her violet eyes and that alone was enough for her to want to ensure that they also felt pride in knowing that the blood of Valyria ran in their veins as much as it did in hers. Despite her gaze being on her offspring, she was not entirely unaware of her surroundings at such time when it would be foolish to allow herself to be oblivious to all else. While her eyes never left the most precious things to her, she addressed the presence that she had felt grow closer. “I think it is simply proof that life goes on no matter what, do you not?” Lyrical tones mused aloud, not to dismiss the reality that they were facing but rather see it from a different angle. “The world does not stop for the trials of men.”

-    Myrcella was often lured in by the sight of children, as though in watching them she might reclaim some of the innocence which she had lost of the years. Naivety in children was natural and endearing, adults would chuckle at their unprejudiced words and their ability to see every colour in the rainbow, not just black and white - a child could make anything seem simple, and their solution would be the most logical thing...at least to their minds. The innocence of children was preserved because the adults around them protected them from the true horrors that would seek to snuff out the light. Life had to go on, even if the darkness was all-encompassing. 

“It gives hope that there is still some good left in this world,” Myrcella responded, upon the realisation that she had almost missed the other woman addressing her. She had been so consumed by the children, that she had not given thought to the lady. As much as she longed for her own, the Princess thought that it was a blessing that she had no children to fear for - her own mother had shown more than a touch of madness recently.  “I thank the Seven that there are still brave souls left to protect us... to protect them.”

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the replies are coming in the next couple of hours !!  i’ve been consumed by course work & didn’t realise how long it had been since id’ been on - time flies when you’re not having fun. 

[myrcellcss-blog]

ROUGH: sand  // HIDE:  secrets // FOOLISH: trust // SAD: heartbreak  // HATE: deceit // LIGHT: seafoam // DARK: jealousy // MOTHER: power // FATHER: valliant  // CHILD: dreams // MARRIAGE: hope // LOVE: warmth // DANGEROUS: mother  // SOFT: dornish silk  // PET: ser pounce  // DREAM: future  // DIVORCE: disappointment // WATER: fountain // LOUD: wails // ANNOUCEMENT: decisions  // POWER: fickle // FIGHT: life // SMACK: joffrey  //WHITE: purity // SICK: childhood // KISS: poison // HUB: court // HURT: revenge // HAPPY: dorne //

[calamity-bean]

[joanna-lannister]

I want you to be my wife.