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give me a broken, self-loathing man who firmly believes no one could ever love him and a strong-willed woman who doesn’t take any of his shit and gradually becomes his light and hope and sun and stars and i assure you i will ship it til my dying breath
“I like large parties. They’re so intimate. At small parties there isn’t any privacy.”
[[The Great Gatsby Starters]]
"It seems strange to me that you would attend a party to obtain privacy." A small smile came across Oberyn's face as his lips sat daintily over the lips of his martini glass. "For me, to attend a party is to get to know people, really know people - hear what they have to say to others when they think it is their only chance to make a good impression, then compare it to their revealed thoughts after a few drinks have entered their systems."
He gave the young woman a wink as his svelte smile turned into more of a cheeky grin. "Although I must admit, I cannot say I've learned much about you."
The Great Gatsby Sentence Meme
“All I kept thinking about, over and over, was ‘You can’t live forever; you can’t live forever.”
“Can’t repeat the past? Why of course you can!”
“Do you ever wait for the longest day of the year and then miss it? I always wait for the longest day of the year and then miss it!”
“Human sympathy has its limits.”
“'I’d like to just get one of those pink clouds and put you in it and push you around.”
“I am one of the few honest people that I have ever known.”
“I like large parties. They’re so intimate. At small parties there isn’t any privacy.”
“I suppose the latest thing is to sit back and let Mr. Nobody from Nowhere make love to your wife.”
“I thought you were rather an honest, straightforward person, I thought it was your secret pride.”
“I wasn’t actually in love, but I felt a sort of tender curiosity.”
“I’m inclined to reserve all judgments, a habit that has opened up many curious natures to me and also made me the victim of not a few veteran bores.”
“I’m five years too old to lie to myself and call it honor.”
“I’ve been drunk for about a week now, and I thought it might sober me up to sit in a library.”
“It is invariably saddening to look through new eyes at things upon which you have expended your own powers of adjustment.”
“It makes me sad because I’ve never seen such- such beautiful shirts before.”
“It takes two to make an accident.”
“It’s a great advantage not to drink among hard drinking people.”
“Life is much more successfully looked at from a single window.”
“Once in a while I go off on a spree and make a fool of myself, but I always come back.”
“The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly.”
“What’ll we do with ourselves this afternoon, and the day after that, and the next thirty year?”
“Whenever you feel like criticizing anyone, just remember that all the people in this world haven’t had the advantages that you’ve had.”
“You see, I usually find myself among strangers because I drift here and there trying to forget the sad things that happened to me.”
Does anyone else...
… Have this one muse, that their muse just crumbles for? Like, they say ‘hi’ and your muse just goes ‘in the kitchen or on the bed?’
In which Jaime required coffee in order to sit through the wedding vows. [x]
OMFG BEST MISTAKE EVER
Did the Tyrells bring Starbucks to King’s Landing?
Jaime Lannister shows up 15 minutes late with Starbucks and a gold hand.
but wait, his gold hand could not have held a coffee cup. So, Jaime’s hand magically grows back, and the first thing he did, was go and get a coffee.
You write Oberyn so so well, like I can actually hear his voice in your writing and I love it! Your interactions with other characters are so on point too you're some sort of genius role-playing deity.
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(i'm sure i've said this to you before but i'll say it again) The moment you replied my "bro" with ur "bro" i knew i found an excellent oberyn, and i was proven that you are not only an excellent oberyn, but one of the best ones i've had to honour of rping with. I love how you captured his pain and his anger, as well as showed his more passionate and loving self. It all feels natural and part of one character, rather than two versions (happy and sad) of him. excellent work meg <3 muahs!
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But like sometimes I forget you aren't Oberyn and I only get reminded when you get so frustrated by his lil shit antics. So 10 stars, would tap dat
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How do I think you play Oberyn? Flawlessly tbh, then again I may be biased because our thread is legit one of my favorites. We never /really/ get to see Oberyn be a father on the show, or even in the books so getting to explore that has been so much fun and without compromising what we do know of him. Outside of seeing him as a father we know he's a passionate man, he feels strongly, and he toes the line of speaking /too/ freely. Personally I think you capture all of that with how you play him.
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Wear your tragedies as armor, not shackles.
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w o w. holy shit, i really wasn’t expecting to get this many followers again honestly. tumblr really put me through the hoops a couple weeks back when it deleted my blog twice in a row in two days time. the day it was first deleted was the day i had reached one hundred & fifty followers on that blog too– so let’s hope to the old & new gods it won’t happen to me again, yeah? but just generally, i love all you & i am blessed with you guys. i didn’t honestly believe that many people would come to like my writing or ser douche-a-lot. telltale’s game of thrones has kind of recently caught fire i suppose in the fandom, but it’s a slow one, & i didn’t believe most would actually know who royland is or whether he was an oc or whatever probably came to mind. most of you are just absolutely amazing & it’s an honor to both get to know you & hang out with you guys. you warm my black heart very much & royland is pretty happy as well.
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likexsummerxrain ↠ W H A T A B A E. you put up with most of my angst or angst deal & you’re a bundle of sunshine. we’ve got like a million things going between us, but that doesn’t seem to matter because we just accumulate even more stuff & it’s either really happy, cute things or toe-curling, heart-wrenching angst. there is & will never been an in between. eyyy. too pure, too good for this world– xoxo ilu xania.
sulliedwolf ↠ E THAN. the adventures of the aggro adopted uncle & aggro adopted nephew. that’s the best thing ever. but you’re just perfect & lovable & our muses are two little beasts ready to go slaughter all the boltons & the whitehills. instant friends even though these two nerds would probably really be weird together if they weren’t wanting to angst angst angst & kill all the time. love you, love your writing, ten out of ten will follow forever.
egoxistic ↠ Joff~ darling. my first joffrey baratheon who i love oh so dearly. the monster will always be wagging his finger at this boy though. how hard is it for him to learn just a little scrap of honor? but regardless, royland will take care of his little blond fool king. you are amazing & you are loved. & i am always going to be watching out for you. i enjoy interacting & talking with you, so don’t forget it !
gxred-of-house-forrester ↠ a CTUALLY GARED TUTTLE RIGHT HERE. ten out of ten would recommend. great roleplayer, great writer– you get gared down to a ‘t’ to me. everything just seems right. royland won’t admit it, so i’ll admit it for him, he does respect gared. ( how hard was that you ass? ) considers him family too even if he did torment gared sometimes when he was younger…
booksmarting ↠ XOXO HEY SATAN I L U
inpatientia ↠ persephone, my queen, my love– we’ll reign in hell together when the time comes. revan’s back.
bloodiedwolf ↠ asexuals unite !! we’ve barely rp’d because i’m so slow. but we’ve interacted off a little in ooc & in bgo games– & you are great. royland thinks “nan” is great too. i hope they have great adventures because two very angry children that are ready to fight everything & anything is just a perfect combination.
corlapidis ↠ mAMA STARK– we both know that lady stoneheart & the monster of wolfswood are going to go terrorize the world; plus, just catelyn being a cutie & dealing with roylie’s crap is like the best thing too. i l u woman stay with me
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Beauty had been something that Rhaegar always knew he had, but wasn’t always so comfortable with. Of course training to be a knight had stopped him from looking so soft, so much like a maiden, but he still still managed to look more graceful, and at times dainty, than he would have liked. At least as he had aged into a man, Rhaegar had used his appearance to his advantage, especially when it came to battle. He was lithe, as good on his feet as any Braavosi swordsman, but as quick with a longsword. He learnt that people looked at his slender frame and almost-feminine face, and underestimated him. And he was always looking at ways to turn things into an advantage.
“You would think by now I would be starting to get used to Dornish culture, but I suppose an outsider will never truly understand the ways,” He says with a soft shrug. He knows full well, knowledge didn’t mean everything. He could read a thousand books on dragons, that didn’t mean he would wake up a winged beast. The look on Oberyn’s face is enough to draw a reassuring smile from Rhaegar, patting the Prince’s arm. “She is doing much better than she did during the pregnancy. Rhaenys gives her happiness that nobody else could give her.” He is no fool, he knows that he doesn’t bring light into Elia’s life the way a husband should. But he gave her a daughter to love. A friend in himself. That was all he could do.
"To be fair to you, the Dornish are an unusual people. I assure you that we feel just as awkward surrounded by Westerosi culture as you do mine." While it was true that Oberyn did not actively try to come to King's Landing (he loved his sister, but would much rather arrange for her to visit home than the other way around), he could not imagine that he would actually ever get used to Westeros' capitol - the people were crude and foul-smelling, and there was a level of political tension that was present at Sandstone, yet not quite as suffocating. Dorne was all about liberty, clothes of silk and a man's most basic pleasures celebrated rather than condemned. By his sentiment, The Prince had not intended 'unusual' to carry a negative connotation, but a unique one. One that recieved far more criticism than it deserved.
But oh, how easy it was to hate something just because it was different.
The friendly tap upon Oberyn's arm was met with a smile. Rhaegar was his brother by marriage now, as odd as it felt. There was certainly nothing Dornish about him, hair and skin akin to moonlight with a demeanor that, while not unfriendly or cruel, was structured by an entirely different enviornment that the one Oberyn knew, of sand and glimmering jewels and venom. Although there were similarities between the two as well, and the viper did not doubt that his scaled brethern could breath a fire just as torturous as any poison could be.
"I hope fatherhood has been treating you just as well. I fear for you if she carries the spark that Elia had as a girl." A joke, one that was made with an all-knowing smile. As gentle as the songs noted, Elia had been all that one could wish for in a Princess- kind and considerate and well aware of her manners around others, high and low born alike. But to assume her weak was a fatal flaw. Elia had been just as capable of mischief as he had been as a boy, and it was often their combined efforts that made the Martell siblings a feared force in the Water Gardens.
make me choose // anonymous asked: tyrells or martells?
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It was long past the hour when the sun sank below the horizon; Cersei’s bedchamber was illuminated solely by candlelight, barely enough to read by. But she did try, eyes skimming over words on the page as if they might distract her from the heavy weight of loneliness on her shoulders, in her heart. These nights had become more frequent as of late, with Jaime still gone, her children asleep since hours prior, no one else worth whiling away the hours with present in the capitol.
It seemed someone else had different ideas, however, judging by the knock at the door.
Her head snapped up as eyes fixed the door with an incredu- lous stare – it took a foolish man at best to disturb the queen at this hour. Any other time, she might have assumed it was Jaime, but to her knowledge he was still a hostage of the Starks. A brief flicker of hope fluttered in her ribcage, and where she had intended to let the call go unanswered, she now flew to the door, not bothering with pulling a robe over her nightdress –
And was disappointed. Though perhaps not as much as she should have been. “I now see why they say you are mad.”
All was quiet within The Red Keep, guards drifting off to sleep where they stood as the night grew older and older still. It was not as if it mattered, really - snakes were known for their stealthy mannerisms, able to slip between the cracks of any structure with the same ease as water. The sun could be at its peak within the sky or just beyond rise - it did not matter. After decades of practice, Oberyn Martell had become far too comfortable with the idea that he could have whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted it.
In truth, however, he had not expected the Lannister woman to actually answer the knock on the door of her bedchambers. It was as the Red Priests whispered - the night was dark and full of terrors, and it seemed to the Prince that those who lusted for the Iron Throne and all of its glory came under the mantra now more than they ever had before. While some had perished long ago, others recieved far worse fates - sometimes, Ober- yn could swear he heard screaming from underneath his floorboards, no doubt emitted from the mouths of those who thought themselves kings. But lions felt more pride than that, would not surround themselves with the aftermath of their own destruction, and Oberyn found that the Queen Regent's chambers were tucked away in the most unsuspected of corners within the walls of the Keep. Unsuspected, and surprisingly unguarded - he imagined that Cersei had sent a majority of them to her most beloved boy.
"They say I am mad because I dare to do what others are simply too afraid to accomplish." With a smile, Oberyn sauntered into the room as one may enter a brothel - confidence came in stride, graced with an air that claimed superiority mixed with the feeling of having nothing to lose. "How quick we are to chastise those who live out the details of our wildest imaginations." Making his way across the room, Oberyn found his seating upon the plush of her bed, cloaked in a red satin not far from the color of blood. He took her into his vision, a construct of golden hair and simple garnments, and grinned.
"I must say, Lady Cersei, you are far less intimidating when dressed so liberally."
The prince thanked him, but for the longest time he would not break the seal. All afternoon he’d sat with the parchment in his lap, watching the children at their play. He watched until the sun went down and the evening air grew cool enough to drive them inside; then he watched the starlight on the water. It was moonrise before he sent Hotah to fetch a candle, so he might read his letter beneath the orange trees in the dark of night.
Munday? Munday.
