archived

this blog is now an archive--i can now be found at: rcsethcrn.tumblr.com

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“…with blossoms in her hair.”

indie margaery tyrell

primarily book canon

8+ years of rp experience (2 years as margaery)

nsfw, multiverse

oc friendly

formerly –> ofrxsesandthxrns

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After a long, unannounced hiatus, I’ve decided to start over with Margaery. So, if anyone is interested, you can find me here. This blog will be archived and no longer active. 

[rcsethcrn-archive-blog]

“…with blossoms in her hair.”

indie margaery tyrell

primarily book canon

8+ years of rp experience (2 years as margaery)

nsfw, multiverse

oc friendly

formerly –> ofrxsesandthxrns

[ofrxsesandthxrns--archive]

After a long, unannounced hiatus, I’ve decided to start over with Margaery. So, if anyone is interested, you can find me here. This blog will has been archived and is no longer active. 

[rcsethcrn-archive-blog]

“…with blossoms in her hair.”

indie margaery tyrell

primarily book canon

8+ years of rp experience (2 years as margaery)

nsfw, multiverse

oc friendly

formerly –> ofrxsesandthxrns

[ofrxsesandthxrns--archive]

After a long, unannounced hiatus, I’ve decided to start over with Margaery. So, if anyone is interested, you can find me here. This blog will be archived and no longer active. 

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@sonofmachiavclli

‘I’ll be out of your hair in a minute, Margaery. Do you know where my boxers went?’

“My guess would be somewhere between here and the living room, though I can’t say I was paying much attention to such things last night.”

“You seem to be in quite the hurry, especially for a Sunday morning.”

[sxpositive]

sansaery ;; i never stood a chance

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"But you were mine."

“You assume too much. I am still a Southron lady and will no doubt marry a son of my father’s bannermen. Roses do not thrive in the snow or perhaps you have forgotten.”

[agameofclothes]

Details of a Tyrell gown

[lcrdcrow]

            “are you implying that i don’t DESERVE it?”

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“Not at all, Your Grace. Of all the kings I’ve known, you are certainly the most humble--the most level-headed. I commend you for that.”

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After having disappeared for several weeks, I’ve decided to go through all of my drafts/notifications and reply to everything I can get my hands on. This past month has been a little difficult and devoid of any sort of motivation as far as my writing goes. I understand if you don’t wish to continue threads at this point, I completely understand. So don’t feel obligated to reply just because I have. Times have been a litle rough here but I’m trying to find my muse again. Thanks to everyone who has stuck around.

[lyanastark]

a lovely girl with doe’s eyes and a cascade of soft brown hair.

[threadgoodethebard]

Margaery knows. The High Sparrow has underestimated Cersei Lannister, and she will die for it. Loras will die for it. Her lord father will die for it. Dozens of innocent people will die for it. She is angry. She thinks about the High Sparrow - looks at him and let him know what a fool he was. She thinks about Cersei and it makes her sick. She thinks about sweet Tommen and how his heart will break. She thinks about Olenna and that is when she almost cries. She thinks about her dear brother, about the Tyrell name that seems bound to disappear, and she cannot believe she will not come out as a winner at this game she knew so well. She had been almost flawless, she knew it. But Winter is Coming. It has been for a while now. And it almost strikes Margaery as funny that she should be thinking of the Stark house words now, when all of her other last thoughts seemed to have made perfect sense. Almost is the keyword, because she knows. Margaery knows it is because of Sansa Stark, her sweet girl Sansa Stark. The Tyrell (it is bittersweet to use that name. She had loved it so much, and now she cannot believe it is about to be gone) knew that they could never, ever be. That nothing could ever happen between Sansa and herself. That her feelings for Sansa were not smart, were not good for the game. And yet… Not that it mattered now. She was about to die. She had hoped to see Sansa again, but she was about to die. And she was thinking of the Stark girl. Would she be all right? Margaery knew how strong she was, how sweet she was, how smart she was. She really hoped Sansa would be okay. Then the Tyrell was filled with regret for having never seen Winterfell. How would the snow feel on her tongue? Would Sansa laugh at her southern blood when she felt cold? And Sansa had not seen Highgarden either. That made Maragery’s chest hurt. She still hoped she would. She hoped Olenna would take her there (her grandmother had to know of her fondness of Sansa Stark), or that the next Lord of Highgarden was gentle and joyful and held tourneys and balls and invited all of the great houses to be there. Sansa would love the gardens and the masquerades, she was sure. Her eyes watered thinking about how much she would love to dance and laugh with Sansa, but Margaery Tyrell would not cry. I hope you are happy, sweet girl. I hope winter comes and goes and you see summer again. Will spring make you remember me? And maybe somehow, somewhere, in some other world where there is no game I must play… And then it was green, but the last color on Margaery’s mind was the blue of Sansa Stark’s eyes, and she thought she had a smile on her face as she went. We’ll be washed and buried one day my girl And the time we were given will be left for the world The flesh that lived and loved will be eaten by plague So let the memories be good for those who stay Mumford & Sons - Winter Winds

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@aureatehand

Three days had passed since the yellow rose of House Tyrell had first entered the city. Waves upon waves of green and gold had fallen upon Stannis Baratheon’s host, drowning the men who had not perished in the wildfire that consumed the Blackwater. Margaery had watched it unfold herself, from the safety of a hilltop overlooking King’s Landing. Her cousins did not have the stomach for such a thing but--with two of her own brothers in the thick of the fighting--she could not look away.

It seemed an entirely different place from within the walls, with the fires extinguised and the ash swept away. And cleared the streets dead and the dying, as well, she thought as she headed to the grand hall with her ladies. Even after forming an alliance with the Lannisters and strengthening it through her betrothal to Joffrey, Margaery knew better than to wander the Red Keep alone. While the stone walls of the castle offered more security than her tent in Renly’s war camp, there was no denying that she had merely escaped one danger only to walk right into another. 

Elaena was whispering something in her ear about the hairstyles of the Crownlands--rather snidely--when the stark white of a Kingsgaurd’s cloak caught her eye. That in and of itself was a common sight but it was the golden hair and green eyes that set him apart from the others. She had only seen him in in passing since her arrival but, after the attack on the city, he was sure to be a busy man. 

“Lord Commander,” she said, dipping her head respectfully. “I trust my brother has not given you any trouble. He was ever so eager to join the Kingsguard but I know that his enthusiasm can often be overbearing.”

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Now I just want to    s u r v i v e 

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twow isnt out yet margaery could still win in canon

In all honesty, Anon, I do think she won’t survive till the end. I imagined she would be a casualty of Dany taking King’s Landing or something along those lines. I just never imagined her death would be so explicit or that it would happen so soon. Like you said, the next book hasn’t been released and anything could happen. But it doesn’t make this hurt any less.