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"SHE. SILENT, FAWN-EYED. CLEVER."

independent & semi-selective portrayal of margaery tyrell from grrm's 'a song of ice and fire.' 21+, mature themes explored. as loved by mem (she/they) || carrd.

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"SHE. SILENT, FAWN-EYED. CLEVER."

independent & semi-selective portrayal of margaery tyrell from grrm's 'a song of ice and fire.' 21+, mature themes explored. as loved by mem (she/they) || carrd.

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[ working a new carrd, which has taken over my day i fear ]

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My Blog is strictly Anti Generative AI

I use no Generative AI to write for me.

I use no Generative AI to create images for me.

I do not wish to write with people who actively use Generative AI.

If you write with me, you won't ever have to fear any AI being used to doing my replies for you. I will not feed your writing to ChatGPT and the like, and I would appreciate it if you don't feed my writing to any kind of Generative AI either. You do not have my consent to do so.

If I reblog AI images/text or use images for aesthetics/graphics that were originally generated without realizing, please let me know. Generative AI images have infiltrated Pinterest and other sites so much, it can be hard to tell sometimes.

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❝ Don't you go and get it twisted, forgiving is not forgetting. ❞

She hadn't meant to eavesdrop, not at first. The hall in questionwas far enough removed from the ballroom ut it was long and prone to echoing. It was all too easy for her to leave the ballroom and hear what was said just around the next corner. Margaery had even been of the mind to ignore the sound and continue on her way but the voices were...familiar. Her steps slowed and softened as she approached the corner and listened.

They were in the midst of a particularly heated argument, though Margaery had come too late to determine what prompted it. In fact, the spat seemed to be near its end as an apology was muttered in Ser Kevan Rowan's sullen voice. No, not an apology. Not exactly. It was a reminder that he had apologized--the 'when' and 'what for' had gone unsaid--though there was little enough remorse to be found between the words. It sounded as though he believed the very conversation beneath him.

Katlin's reply was harder to hear, her voice lower than Margaery had yet heard

"Don't you go and get it twisted. Forgiving is not forgetting."

There was a certain resignation in her tone but a finality as well. Whatever had passed between them was at an end but the Rowan girl clearly had no interest in lightening her brother's conscience in its aftermath.

Margaery, never prone to embarrasssment and decidedly not happy with what she'd heard, let her footsteps go undisguised as she turned the corner and walked straight up to the pair. Kevan saw her first, flinching away from his sister as though struck. Something akin to alarm crossed his features as their eyes met. He had to know she'd heard their quarrel. She was inclined to leave him guessing at 'how much' and watch him squirm with the struggle.

"There you are, Ser Kevan." Her voice remained light, almost airy, but the smile she offered him was honed to an edge. "Lord Tarley has been looking for you--something about an urgent proposition. He's waiting in the western courtyard but not for long, I fear. You could catch him, if you make haste." Kevan glanced around and opened his mouth to question or to argue but Margaery cut him off with finesse. "That way, my lord," she offered, waving her hand toward a heavy door far to their right. He hesitated, regarding her with no small amount of distrust, before dipping his head in a stilted attempt at courtesy and heading in the proffered direction.

Randyll Tarley had departed not half an hour past, quietly and expeditiously as was his way. Margaery saw no reason to inform Ser Kevan of the fact.

His footsteps began to fade and disappeared entirely with the opening and closing of a door. The sound reverberated down the hall for a long moment then left them in silence. Only then did she turn to Katlin, all sharpness in her expression melting away. Her cheeks were flushed--whether from anger or chagrin, it was difficult to tell--and she seemed to watch Margaery with a sense of uncertainty. A few golden curls had escaped the other girl's meticulously styled braids and fallen unartfully into her face. Margaery reached up to gently tuck them back into place, her smile soft and reassuring.

"That's better, I think," she said, speaking not at all of hair.

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⋆｡‧˚ʚ💋ɞ˚‧｡⋆   𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬  𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐞  𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠

send  ‘reverse’ for the sender and  receiver to  swap.  adjust wording as needed!

[  bump  ]  noses  knock,  both  pull  back,  then  immediately  lean  in  again  and  knock  foreheads  instead

[  teeth  tap  ]  teeth  click  together,  followed  by  simultaneous  laughter  that  completely  kills  the  tension

[  breath  ]  one  forgets  how  breathing  works,  pulls  back  too  fast,  then  covers  their  face  in  embarrassment

[  overcommit  ]  one  leans  in  with  way  too  much  enthusiasm  and  almost  topples  them  both

[  eye  contact  ]  one  opens  their  eyes  mid-kiss,  panics  at  the  eye  contact,  and  immediately  turns  away

[  timing  ]  both  lean  in,  both  pull  back,  both  try  again  at  the  exact  wrong  moment

[  hair  in  mouth  ]  loose  hair  gets  caught  between  lips,  forcing  an  awkward  untangling

[  balance  ]  one  stumbles  forward  during  the  kiss,  arms  flailing  before  catching  themselves

[  nose  ]  the  kiss  lands  squarely  on  the  nose  instead,  followed  by  frozen  confusion

[  smile  ]  a  grin  breaks  the  kiss  before  it  even  starts,  ruining  the  moment

[  cheek  ]  nerves  redirect  the  kiss  to  the  cheek  at  the  last  second

[  laugh  ]  a  laugh  slips  out  mid-kiss  and  derails  everything

[  hand  ]  a  hand  reaches  for  the  other’s  waist  and  misses  completely,  grabbing  empty  air

[  hair  ]  fingers  tangle  in  hair  unintentionally,  followed  by  frantic  untangling

[  wrong  angle  ]  they  tilt  the  same  direction  twice  in  a  row  and  just  give  up  for  a  second

[  forehead  ]  pulling  back  leads  to  a  gentle  forehead  collision  instead

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❁ GET TO KNOW YOUR MUTUALS ❁

Answer and tag six people.

FAVORITE COLOR:  green, though terracotta is a close second rn

LAST SONG:  dead on arrival by fall out boy

CURRENTLY READING:  fire & blood vol. i (reread); the lotus empire by tasha suri was my most recent first-time read

CURRENTLY WATCHING:  peaky blinders! love the score/soundtrack.

CURRENTLY PLAYING:   stardew valley, mostly. or one of the pokemon games if i want to switch it up

CURRENTLY CRAVING:  avgolemono--greek lemon chicken soup

TAGGED BY: @lykosog TAGGING: @mercyburned , @amongvipers , @heirgardyn , @perzyssesuvion , @zaldarias , @maidofgoldengrove

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WILLAS IS HEIR TO HIGHGARDEN, &. by all reports a mild and courtly young man, fond of reading books and looking at the stars. he has a passion for breeding as well, &. owns THE FINEST HOUNDS, HAWKS &. HORSES in the seven kingdoms. — TYWN LANNISTER, A STORM OF SWORDS.

݁HEIRGARDYN. an exclusive & plot - oriented writing blog dedicated to the portrayal of lord willas tyrell of highgarden, as pieced together from the writings of george r. r. martin in a song of ice and fire + heavy extrapolation & speculation. highly headcanon based, ignorant of the shows & critical of book canon material. by oyin ⁽ ²⁵ ⁺˒ ˣᵉ / ᵗʰᵉʸ˒ ᵇʳᵃᶻⁱˡ ⁾. ©

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"You look so lovely!"

The dress was lovely.

It was made of a luxurious golden fabric and heavily embroidered with thread in every shade of green, creating twisting vines across the bodice, sleeves, and along the full length of its skirts. Whenever she moved --or even breathed--it gave the vines the illusion of life and growth. Fitting for a daughter of Highgarden and something she was like to wear for harvest celebrations or high holidays.

It was lovely. Beautiful. But it was not her wedding dress.

The gown in question was the result of years of planning, with input from Olenna as well as her parents. Margaery herself had even sat in with a Myrrish fabrican on a number of occasions, critiquing his sketches and making corrections as she pleased. By the end of the venture, she had committed to memory every stitch and adornment.

It was to be made of brocade in the palest of green, it's stitching the same. Freshwater pearls would be attached--lightly on the bodice then heavier along the back of the skirt, where they would be bound together with delicate gold wire into little flowers. The train would be laden with them and require no less than four handmaids to bear its weight. From start to finish, the gown would take six months to complete--not including the time for the fabric to cross the Narrow Sea.

But they did not have six months. They did not even have a week. In four days time, she would be wed wearing a lovely dress. It would still be the wrong one.

Margaery watched as something resembling discontent crossed her face in the looking glass and hoped that Katlin did not notice. She smiled and met the other girl's eyes in their reflection. "I am lovely, aren't I?" The smile turned to a grin. "Will you help with my hair, too? I liked the way you wore yours on my nameday, with the braids. You can show my maids how to do them properly."

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[ just started peaky blinders for the first time and holy shit, do I love the score/soundtrack ]

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[ ep 2 of AKOTSK is so good, i was grinning and kicking my feet ]

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In honor of SPOTIFY WRAPPED,  send me a number 1-100 and I’ll write you a starter based on the song.

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She had expected the Red Keep to seem...smaller upon her return. Not by much, perhaps, but the world loomed so large to little children. Surely, maturity of body and mind could only provide clarity or at least perspective from a greater height. Instead, Margaery found that the keep seemed larger, sprawling well beyond the bounds she'd constructed from the remants of fuzzy memories.

It should not have been a surprise. Nearly nine years had passed since she'd been sent back to Highgarden to continue her education. Much and more can change in such a time and the recollection of a girl not-yet ten could hardly be relied upon.

She could only hope it would be one of very few misconceptions. Few enough would be afforded to her at court.

Margaery let the worry, minute as it was, float away as she trailed after her mother down the long corridors of Maegor's Holdfast. She would be properly presented at court on the morrow but this audience with the queen would be her first test of her mettle. Her mother spoke in a quick, quiet manner, uttering reminders that had been writ in ink on her mind long ago. She said nothing, letting the nerve in the older woman's voice pass through her without letting it touch her own resolve. I am ready as anyone is like to be.

They paused at a set of grand double doors and waited as the kingsguard on duty slipped inside to announce them. Lady Alerie took the moment to turn to her daughter, taking her in as though for the first time that day. "You'll be perfect." Her tone was equal parts encouragement and expectation. The door opened and they were being escorted inside before Margaery could think of a response.

The queen's solar was a noisy place. Voices filled the air with laughter and warmth that could not be attributed to the heat of midday. Women chatted happily and moved about in a manner that portrayed absolute ease. At the center of it all was the queen herself.

Before she could take in anything else, her mother ushered her forward at once and made the introduction. Margaery dipped into a curtsy, barely able to catch a glimpse of the queen's face as she cast her eyes down in the proper reverence. She thought her familiar, the planes of her face evoking vague memories of warmth and the sort of kind words spoken only to a child.

"Thank you for receiving me, Your Grace. I hope to be of service to you, just as my mother has all these years."

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𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐘 — 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐎

Lyric prompts from Paramore's sixth studio album This is Why. Feel free to adjust pronouns/etc. as needed when sending.

[ part one is here ]

You First

❝ Living well is just a privilege. ❞

❝ Thought I'd simmer down as I got older. ❞

❝ Can't shake the devil sitting on my shoulder. ❞

❝ Who invited you? ❞

❝ Everyone is a bad guy. ❞

❝ There's no way to know who's the worst. ❞

❝ Karma's gonna come for all of us. ❞

❝ Turns out I'm livin' in a horror film. ❞

❝ Never said I wasn't petty. ❞

❝ I don't regret it for a second. ❞

❝ I'll do better when you're better. ❞

Figure 8

❝ Drained me dry, down to the last drop. ❞

❝ Don't know how to shut if off. ❞

❝ I don't know how to stop. ❞

❝ All for your sake. ❞

❝ I became the very thing that I hate. ❞

❝ I lost my way. ❞

❝ I won't miss the feeling. ❞

❝ I was only being kind. ❞

❝ You mistook me for weak. ❞

❝ You'd be wise if you thought twice. ❞

Liar

❝ I keep you safe from me. ❞

❝ I lied to you. ❞

❝ I never needed to. ❞

❝ You always knew the truth. ❞

❝ I hit the snooze on my alarm twenty times. ❞

❝ Love is not an easy thing to admit. ❞

❝ I'm not ashamed of it. ❞

❝ Why we gotta be in a rush? ❞

❝ I'm not ashamed of it. ❞

❝ Don't be ashamed of it. ❞

Crave

❝ Tryin' to savor the moment. ❞

❝ Just for a second, it all felt simple. ❞

❝ I'm already missing it. ❞

❝ I romanticize even the worst of times. ❞

❝ All it took to make me cry was being alive. ❞

❝ There isn't a moment that I'd wanna change. ❞

Thick Skull

❝ I am a magnet for broken pieces. ❞

❝ I am attracted to broken people. ❞

❝ It looks like my fault. ❞

❝ Looks like I'm caught red-handed. ❞

❝ Thought by now I'd find 'em just a little less scary. ❞

❝ Might gеt easier, but you don't get used to it. ❞

❝ What's the body count up to now? ❞

❝ Come on, give it to me. ❞