#queenmakcr

[queenxcersei]

throneless. i LOVE JAZ and cersei lannister. hard to discriminate which more but they're both QUEENS

[unbeatenwclf-blog]

♔ ;; @queenmakcr liked for a thing.

               “ ---Who’s that guy you were talking to ??”

[longsilvcr]

xx // @queenmakcr

Apparently, John had lost track of time. His entire body tensed as he looked at his lover with wide eyes. He swallowed thickly before glancing down at the gold watch in his hand. “You’re early,” he commented lamely. Placing the items back on the vanity, he took a step away. He was so thankful he was given a chance to explain, that he instead didn’t have to beg for it.

There was no lying his way out of this. John had been caught red handed. 

“Little dove,” he started, “I’m so sorry. I --” He took a single step closer, his hands up, palms facing her. He had learned that people were more willing to trust you and believe you when seeing your palms. “My name is John Silver.” 

       (“...and I happen to be a very good cook.”)        (“...and I have a long fucking memory.”)

“And I’ve been lying to you.” Another step, hoping to slowly close the distance between them. “I got this job because I’m a thief, because I wanted to use you.” He reached a hand out, not close enough to touch her. “But then you became more than someone to con. You probably hate me right now, and I don’t blame you. You deserve better than a liar and a thief but -- come with me? I know you aren’t happy here. I’m not rich. I sometimes struggle with rent, but I could make you happy. I could give you something more, little dove, my queen.”

[archivenott-blog]

@queenmakcr

     from time to time he would check his watch as he impatiently waited for her in her office. truth be told, he did not have an appointment with her -- but it was an urgent matter and was told to leave until he mentioned his name -- his family name ( one of the few times he was grateful to have such a privilege of having a diplomat father ). thus, upon seeing her enter the office, his forehead creased whilst lips curved into a scowl, ‘ took you long enough, ‘ propping his chin on his palm. ‘ tell me if you do not like the colour -- I can make arrangements, ‘ he added, slightly nodding his head at the shopping bags placed neatly on her desk. ‘ I have also included some perfume and jewellery -- apparently the gala has a motif, ‘ words drawled from his lips, rolling his eyes when he said ‘motif’ ( he did not need to ask -- his intention was obvious, anyway) ; ‘ the meeting went well, I hope? ‘ said he as sapphire hues watched her with nonchalance. ‘ oh, and your food will get cold ‘ adding on with a rather authoritative voice as he pointed a finger at her microwave  -- as though this office was his own . . .

[browncucci]

[sunsfyre-archive-blog]

@queenmakcr  //   sc.    ➡️   live like legends by ruelle.

“there will be  blood  in the water, cold to the core. faith falls hard on our shoulders.”

[duxbellatorum]

queenmakcr

  me: why did a porn blog follow me when im writing...

cullen ur not that sweet of a bean on ur desk… just saying we know about the desk

TO BE FAIR?? like who’s gonna break the moment to climb up an entire floor on some rickety ass ladder, to a rickety ass loft with holes in the floor AND ceiling, like you could die any moment in that bed, why wouldn’t u want the desk, papercuts on ur butt be damned

[needlcd]

a starter for @queenmakcr​.

                Arya  burst  into  the  room,  as  she  had  done  often  before.  THE  DORNISH  PRINCESS  was  never  treated  with  any  ill;  not  by  the  family  anyhow.  yet  there  was  certainly  a  stigma.  her  mother  never  seemed  too  happy  with  Arya spending  her  time  with  Arianne,  but  then,  Cat  said  the  same  about  Jon  Snow.      ‘  look,  Ari!  ‘      her  eyes  bright,  she  raised  her  arms,  and  with  them,  hoisted  the  PUP  upwards.      ‘  i  brought  my  friend  to  see  you.  ‘      the  wolf  was  all  ready  the  size  of  some  small  dogs,  but  the  TINY  GIRL  struggled  on  carrying  her  as  she  blinked  with  confusion  at  the  Dornish  woman. 

                 &  after  a  moment,  reached  a  fluffy  paw  up  and  placed  it  against  Arianne’s  nose. 

                 ‘  MY  FATHER  found  them  in  the  woods------      their  mother died...  ‘      her  excitement  died  for  only  a  second.      ‘  but  they’re  DIREWOLVES,  like  the  one  on  our  banner,  and  FATHER  said  we  could  keep  them.  ‘