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can someone who knows how themes work pls help. Im trying to move my theme from this blog over to my other blog and I got the actual image over but none of my links work :< 

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Hey y’all. I’m moving this blog over to a different account so as to make it my main blog therefore this blog will be archived <3 However I will be keeping my threads going so feel free to nag me about them to make sure I find them.

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#TyrellPride

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INDEPENDENT & SELECTIVE PETYR BAELISH written by VEREN aka. REN / NERO ❧.  And I, immersed, invoke the worst blackest magick put to practice I remember then when the autumn moon would turn us back again we’d laugh and bask amidst the underworld of men both citing baudelaire as our immoral saviour. I think upon our time, those golden summers of love echo so sublime, as do winters drinking too much festive wine now the seasons shift neath a creeping mist of horror, malefic entities I call upon thee vibrating cosmic threads with shredded flesh manifest destinies for those opposing me; Everyone is killable, some just choose a vulgar death.

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Could you please reblog this if it is okay to ask you straight up if you want to ship?

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myrkrtattur:

“Mayhaps I wished not yet to be seen…” he teased. He steps over to her and pulls up a chair to sit beside her at the bar. “Sitting there all alone when there’s plenty of men in here to entertain you and females are scarce on this particular night. I was trying to figure out if men are just not your type or something.” 

Crossing her legs, she turned in her seat to look at him. “Mayhaps I was waiting for one of those men to come speak to me. Too much effort to go and speak to them.” Flicking her hair over her shoulder, she shrugged. “I don’t see why it should matter whether men or women are my type. Both are fine.” 

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unchainedgiant:

   “ We are very blunt people, but we are very quiet. We…we dislike having loud discussions on love and affection. Most of the things are left unsaid.” Her voice was quiet as she sat next to the girl she had kissed.     Elain was not one for love. Not after the death of the man she was to wed. She had not found love to be something that came to her easy, or affections for that matter, but as soon as Trysta had began this game, she knew she felt something for her.

“We are quite different in those ways then. Loudness in our affections is practically a personality trait us Southerners have. Most of us, at least.” She tucked her hair behind her ear, smiling at the ground. Trysta had yet to be engaged, or feel much love besides her familial love. But when she felt things, she felt them strongly. Affection was the feeling that came the easiest to her, something that she could show to everyone, whether it be in a small way or a large way and it was rarely ever a lie. Lying in court was one thing, but lying about her affections was something she could not even imagine doing. 

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rcsethcrn:

The slight change in conversation was a relief. She had suffered the tittering of her ladies for weeks, all the constant questions of who will attend the wedding and what they should wear and ‘Oh, Margaery you must let me dress you on your wedding day!’ Margaery did not begrudge her sister her excitement, of course, but she preferred to push the impending nuptials from her mind for the nonce. “You will have a legion of suitors, sweetling. One from every kingdom, at the very least, and how not? You will be sister to the queen and lovelier by far.” Margaery her sister a grin and squeezed her arm. She had spoken truly–her sister would attract a great many suitors, especially in the capitol but Margaery preferred that Trysta return to the Reach adn stay close tho their family.  “Lord Tarly will be in attendance, I’m sure. And his son, Dickon. I’ve heard he’s quite a dashing young man.”

“Oh Margaery, I will not attract a legion of suitors. And I am not any lovelier than you are, don’t be silly.” Shaking her head, she kept a smile on her face. She gently squeezed her sisters arm back, turning her head to look at some flowers as they passed by. “I’ve heard about his son from some of my handmaidens, though I don’t believe I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting him. I imagine Grandmother would quite like that match, thought what if he is not kind? Looks are one thing but I’d like to think that I’ll be married to a kind man and whatever will I do if the man I marry is not kind, but a horrid man? I can’t imagine Grandmother would allow such a thing but I do not know what Father’s intentions for me are either.” 

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rosescion:

”Margaery always told me that I didn’t have a wicked bone in me.” He said with a faint smile, as he gestured for her to follow him through the gardens, “And Garlan was always the brave one, Loras the cheeky one.” He smiles fondly back on the memories, when they spent their afternoons in the fields, gossiping telling stories. 

“Which I believe left you to be the sly one.” He teased as he sighed heavily, but now they were grown, they could no longer linger under the excuse of being too young. “Those days seem so far away now as if it was a different lifetime.”

“Margaery was right. You’re the sweetest Tyrell that ever lived, I imagine.” Trysta linked his other arm with hers, following beside him. “Garlan has always been brave. Loras was always much too cheeky for me to deal with.” She chuckled softly, shaking her head.  “The sly one? Me? You must be joking, dearest brother. I’m too sweet for something like that.” She grinned widely, tipping her head to the side. “It never hurts to reminisce, even if it can hurt. Though I do miss being a child and playing games, real childish games, instead of playing games in the court and hoping no one catches on.” 

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@decreedlore from x

“Well. Science told me that roses are much heavier scented in this heat than I thought they would be and I’m drowning in the smell of roses.” Trysta pouted, her arms crossing over her chest in disappointment. “The idea was well thought out, it was the execution that went wrong. Do you like it anyways?” Spinning around, a bright grin came across her face as she looked towards Trystane. “It was much harder to find this many roses than it is in Highgarden, so hopefully you at least appreciate the effort I went to.”

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I'll do replies once I'm done showering <3

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friendly reminder:  bash d&d, but don’t bash ppl who happen to be show canon, y’all aren’t defined by their shitty writing.

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 ━━━━━━ chaos  isn’t  a  pit. chaos  is  a  ladder.  many  who  try  to  climb  it  fail  &&  never  get  to  try  again.  the  fal l breaks  them.  &&  some,  are  given  a  chance  to  climb.  they  refuse,  they  cling  to  the  realm  or  the  gods  or  love.  illusions.  only  the  ladder  is  real.  the  climb  is  all  there  is.    //   ind  &&  priv  petyr  baelish  from  asoiaf

PERSONALS  DO  NOT  REBLOG credit  to  an  amazing  anon

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rcsethcrn:

“It certainly is grand,” she admitted, giving her sister a sweet smile. “It’s not Highgarden, certainly. Every notable lord and lady from all across the Seven Kingdoms will be in attendance–that’s far more than we could expect for one of father’s feasts.” She liked that part of everything–the fanfare, the rich foods, and pretty clothes–but Margaery’s delight in her impending marriage ended there. A monster, Sansa said. A monster wearing a king’s crown. “You shouldn’t concern yourself with rumors, Trysta. Even if there is any truth to them, it will matter little once I am queen.” A lie, she knew, but what was the use of troubling her beloved twin with the dreadful truth. She should enjoy her time here, not waste it worrying for me. 

“Grand is one way to describe it. I’ve never seen anything like it. It’s amazing!” Trysta had a bright smile on her face as they walked, curling her fingers into the crook of her elbow. “So many lords and ladies I’ve never even met, only heard of in lessons.” Her head turned towards Margaery, hair flipping across her shoulders. “I can’t help it. Rumours fly about Kings Landing almost as often as pigeons do. I’ll try to ignore them and just enjoy the wedding. Maybe Grandmother will find me a suitor she actually approves of and will stop bothering me about my marriage before yours has even happened.” 

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unchainedgiant:

         “ My Lady, I would save you from this fate if I could. I promised my loyalty to only you, but you have to understand this. You are a power in your own right. If your brothers are unable to produce heirs, Margaery’s children will not have first bid on being heirs to High Garden. Yours will. Margaery will have princes and princesses, but they will not hold the grain store. You are a power in this land that will be sought after.” Her voice was cool before she let it warm. “ And I will shoot every man who comes after you with unwise intentions in the foot.”

“Sadly, no one can save me from this fate. It is the fate of every highborn lady, and one I must get used to eventually.” Trysta allowed a small smile to cross her face briefly, swishing out her skirts to cover her feet. “I dearly love my brothers, and I’m quite sure Grandmother is working harder on matches for them than she is for me. I doubt Loras will ever have children, but it is hard to tell whether Garlan or Willas will. More tiny Tyrell terrors. A terrifying thought.” 

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unchainedgiant:

          Elain was quiet, her black hair framing her sharp features and face. Her coal colored eyes laid only on those of Trysta. She bit the insides of her cheek as she walked towards her now. Her eyes then looked away.         “ I am not very expressive, Lady Trysta. Not in those kinds of matters.” She spoke quietly, hands gently wringing themselves in a nervous fashion, but it did not matter. The young handmaiden stared only at them. The shadow of the drooping willow hid the blush on her cheeks. “I’m bad at affections, my lady. It’s quite embarrassing. I can never be too sure if someone is truly trying them.”

Twisting her skirts around her ankles, she held tightly to the hem of her dress. Her eyelids fluttered as she looked away from Elain, fingers fidgeting against her skirt. 

“I suppose that is how the North differs from the South. We are much more expressive in all manner of things. Especially in matters of affection. Or at least people from Highgarden are.” A hand lifted, tucking a stray stand of hair behind her ear. “It’s hard to find someone who has true affection for another without an ulterior motive, I suppose. I try to be quite obvious in my affections, otherwise I would never know another’s feelings towards me.” 

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unchainedgiant:

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      “ She only wants what’s best for your family. Margaery will be queen and you will be a very sought after lady. You will have Margaery’s ear. You will have influence on The King if they marry you due to your sister.” Elain said as she looked at the other. The book she read was filled with poetry. It was the soft anf gentle kind, unlike the cool and rigid girl sitting in front of her.

“I know that Margaery will listen to me should I not like any of the matches that are made for me, but I will have to marry eventually. It is expected of me.” She placed her hands in her lap, lifting her head up to look at her handmaiden. “I don’t think anyone besides Margaery will have influence on the King. And while I love my sister dearly, I am glad to not be the one to marry him.”