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ADD 4 ARTWORKS THAT REPRESENT YOUR MUSE. DORAN MARTELL & ART.

I. Saint Jerome Writing | Carravagio II. Despair | Clive Barker III. Father and Daughter | Tina Hansen-Jones IV. Storm Watch | Anna Packard

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#c: the prince #f: meme #(( nope @ orientalist paintings ))#(( just no ))

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#c: the prince #f: meme #(( pets him ))

💚Are they prone to jealousy? and 🚀 How far are they willing to go for the person they love? ( you know it's for tywin and doran snjdjfgf )

@starfrckled / meme

💚Are they prone to jealousy?

“ I --,” he licks his lips and frowns thoughtfully, “ I don’t know if I would feel jealous. I think i would probably rationalise it, try to figure out some logical explanation, and maybe self-depreciate. But ultimately, I don’t think I have anything to worry about -- and I’ll probably end up asking Tywin about it. Well i’ll try. But most likely i’ll probably stew silently,”

🚀 How far are they willing to go for the person they love?

“ Short of mass murder or genocide. Anything before that line is fair game though. But Tywin knows this,”

#(( what a meSS #f: ravens #f: meme #c: the prince #starfrckled

💚 🤐

@chaosclimber / meme

💚Are they prone to jealousy?

“ In my experience,” He pauses, sighing softly, “ Not really. Often i just accept that the worst possible thing that can happen is that my partner will leave me for someone probably much better for them. Defeatist, i know, but helps me not to over-react. At least until we talk about it,”

🤐Would they ever confess their feelings first?

“ It has been 50/50 really. Depending on how drunk I am, i suppose. But if you mean actually saying something first -- mmm, maybe 90/10. Most times i won’t say anything -- but I’ll probably have sent flowers or something grander to unconsciously show that I have feelings for someone,”

#(( its doran self awareness time !!!#f: ravens #f: meme #c: the prince #chaosclimber

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RULES: Spell out your url in song titles, then tag 10 people!

Third Eye by Florence and the Machine How Big, How Blue, How Beautiful by Florence and the Machine Empire by Of Monsters and Men Entanglement by Imogen Heap Loose Ends by Imogen Heap Death by Made in Heights Evening on the Ground by Iron and Wine Spectrum by Florence and the Machine To be Alone by Hozier Spanish Sahara by Foals Unsteady by X Ambassadors Necessary End by Saltillo

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#(( BITE ME ))#(( I WILL PLAY FLORENCE AT MY WEDDING AND AT MY FUNERAL ))#f: meme

USE THE LETTERS OF YOUR MUSE’S FIRST NAME TO DESCRIBE THEIR PERSONALITY tagged by @stormproudstag

Determined

Observant

Resolute

Ambiguous

Nervous

tagging: silfrfjodr nivallis adornishheart ladyofnorvos

#(( i couldn't tag you??? ))#stormproudstag #c: the prince #c: the prince that shone so bright #f: meme

PHONE CALL ✆ MeMe

[Lizzie sat in the large glider that her grandparents had bought for the nursery. She gently rubbed her large belly bump while watching her husband finish assembling the baby's crib. She giggled at the sight of her and Puck's golden retriever, Cas, being a good helper and holding a hammer in his mouth. Her phone vibrated as it rested on top of her baby bump.]

Lizzie: Aw, I'm sorry, little guy. [She said as she affectionately rubbed the spot her phone vibrated from. Smiling brightly at the caller ID, she slid her finger across the screen, put the phone on speaker, and answered.] Hi, Meme! You're on speaker.

Meme: Hi, yourself, Lamb! And Studly! And Cas! And little great grandbaby!

Lizzie: [Lizzie giggles as all three of her men answered in their own way - Cas barks nearly dropping the hammer on Puck's foot, Puck absentmindedly waved and sent a 'hey' her way and jumping just in time to dodge the hammer's fall, and even the baby kicking lightly inside of his mommy's belly.] Do you know what time it is? What are you up to silly lady?

Meme: Time for my great grandbaby to meet his favorite Meme?

Lizzie: No! You goofball! He's not ready, yet.

Meme: What was I thinking? He better not be. Not 'til I get there. Which, just to remind you that we will be in town tomorrow around noon. Well, me. Everyone else will be floating in later this week and next.

Lizzie: I remember. How long are you staying?

Meme: You know... [She coughs and mumbles under her breath.] forever. [She clears her throat.]

Lizzie: [Brows crinkle and crease in confusion.] What?

Meme: You know, as long as you need me. A month, two, three... twelve to a million. [Shrugs] Whenever.

Lizzie: [Giggles] Meme! Are you moving in? Where will you sleep?

Meme: I can bunk on the couch. Or we can get a little daybed in the nursery! [She gasps as an idea struck her.] Oh, that sounds lovely! The room is big enough and with the right feng shui, I can definitely make that work! And then the bed can be the baby's when he's old enough. Your mom and Nana would absolutely /love/ a project! Oh, and Chop too!

Lizzie: Whoa now, Meme. The nursery is almost complete as it is. And you would have just a little less than a week to get this done. I don't think that's a good idea.

Meme: We can get it done in two or three. It'll be fine. [She waves a dismissive hand as if they could see.] You won't have to worry about a thing and we'll finish the rest before the little guy gets here. Baby proofing, laundry, setting up - everything! You're forgetting that I have been around for quite some time.

Lizzie: [She sighs.] Meme...

Meme: Lamb... [She mocks.]

Lizzie: It all sounds nice and all, but, I just don't think that we need all of that.

Meme: Well, we'll talk more about it when I get there.

Lizzie: [She chuckles.] Okay then.

Meme: Oh! [She squeals.] I can't wait to see my sweet babies again! Don't you worry. Meme will be there to help in any way possible. Everything is going to be perfect!

Lizzie: I know, Meme. No worries here. [She said, sort of lying. She's always had some sort of stress simmering inside of her.]

Meme: Lies, but I'll forgive you for now. Okay, I know it's late over there. So I will let you kids go. Get lots of rest and tell my Stud Muffin that I land at noon and will be bringing my famous peanut butter cookies for him.

Lizzie: [Puck and Cas walk over to Lizzie. Puck sits beside of her and moves her into his lap. Cas walks around nudges her belly with his nose, causing the baby to stir. The dog whines a bit.] He heard, Meme. So did Cas and the baby.

Meme: Oh and my little Cassie boy! I have some extra special treats for him too! Mercy and that stick thin Sebastian as well. And I didn't forget, lots of present for mommy and baby.

Lizzie: [Laughs lightly] Aw, thanks Meme.

Meme: No problem, Lamb. Okay, go to bed! Get lots of rest! Meme is coming to town!

Lizzie: [Slightly sarcastic] Oh boy!

Meme: Hey, you better get excited little lady.

Lizzie: I am! Go to sleep, silly woman!

Meme: [Sticks out her tongue, even though they can't see her do so.] Fine! Goodnight babies. I love you all!

Lizzie: We love you, too. Bye.

[Phone call ends.]

#phone call: fam*#f: meme

☟ GIVE US DORAN @ ARI'S BIRTH OR DORAN @ HIS WEDDING OR BOTH? WHICHEVER YOU WANT !!!

heiressofdorne

@ His wedding.

Heart beating fast, his breath falling short at his lips.

Yet, there was laughter in his throat and an overwhelming sense of happiness in his chest.

(What a strange feeling, he thought. )

It was making his head spin, dance; it was wonderful, wonderful, wonderful.

Mellario’s hand was soft, her smile- Gods her smile.

He did not think it was possible to feel more in love with her than he already was. But here… Here, as she stood beside him, her hand over his, as the silk ribbon wrapped and tied their hands together- Was it possible for a man to die from happiness?

There were a several hundred men and women in that hall, but when she kissed him, when their lips brushed and pressed- when he felt her smile caress his own- Gods- the earth under their feet could have split open and he would not have noticed.

There was only her.

They kissed thrice before they noticed the explosion of cheers around them, and burst out laughing.

(Fingers lacing, warm, gentle- He never wanted to let go.)

They danced and danced, forgetting their food and drink, forgetting the music and the world around them.

(Eyes dark in the candle light, locked into each other, smiling, and declaring, “I love you, i love you, i love you,” )

When the Princess of Dorne declared that it was time for the bedding, Doran and Mellario were already gone.

@ Arianne’s birth

Soft blankets, softer skin.

Small hands, balled into smaller fists.

(Thank you, thank you, Gods, thank you)

His heart swelled in his chest, promising to burst.

Tears on his cheeks, laughter on his lips.

One hand behind her little head, touching the feather soft tufts of hair.

(Hello, Arianne, my daughter)

“ She’s beautiful, Mel, she’s so beautiful,”

(I’m going to protect you)

She squirmed and coughed, hands waving about, and he held her closer.

(I’m never going to let anything hurt you)

She was so warm, and fragile; like a little bird in his hands.

(I’m going to give you the world)

#f: meme #(( HEHEHAHEHAHEHAHHEHEAEHHE AEHHH AHEHE ))#((IM FEELSING MAYDAY MAYDAY))#c: the prince #c: the daughter