Tyrell-Margaery Tyrell.

An Independent Role Play Tumblr Starring Margaery Tyrell & Co-Starring a Fine Selection of Others From Across the Universe, Including but not limited to: Portia Juliet Imogen, Luna Lovegood, Harley Quinn, & Rey || Written and "Directed" by Desiree

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Tyrell-MargaeryTyrell

An Independent Role Play Tumblr Starring Margaery Tyrell Co-Starring a Fine Selection of Others From Across the Universe, Including but not limited to: Portia Juliet Imogen, Luna Lovegood, Harley Quinn, & Rey

Written and "Directed" by Desiree

About || Rules

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|| So I don’t know if anyone is still looking here, watching, whatever. I’m planning a limited reboot. What that means is I am moving Margaery & Willas to @tyrellheirandtheirmaidenfair but do not at this time to bring any other muses with me.

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|| Am I Thinking About hopping to a fresh blog yet again? Yes I am.

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PSA: Still STILL Alive

So I’m struggling with a lot of things. But House of the Dragon has resurrected some serious Margaery muse. So I plan to promote her again soon.

Thing is I think I got a little bogged down with muses so I will be, despite my greatest love for them.

I just haven’t had much inspiration writing them so I may potentially cut and trim and drop.

If you have ideas-plot ideas, not just “adventures together” for any of the following, speak now or risk their departure from the blog. If I can find an idea that engages me and my muse, that may make the difference. However, I cannot be the one to produce that idea right now. My brain is uncooperative.

Jon Snow

Harley Quinn

Rey Skywalker

Beth Greene

Portia Juliet Imogen

Sadie Grant

For those of you keeping track, that means remaining would be:

Margaery Tyrell and Fam

Luna Lovegood

Jace Herondale

Lilith

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OOC: Still Alive

|| Hi all. Life has continued to be an absolute clusterfuck and every which way to make it better is completely outside my control. Depression spiral? Check!

|| So I’m mostly not back. But I’ve got hella Sadie or Portia muse so if you want to send either one of them things or plot ideas with me, hit me up.

Gonna clear out my inbox. Not like answer things. I’ve gotten a ton that I have absolutely no mojo for.

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“We do have guests at the Temple from time to time, so I do not believe it would be a big problem.” He said, smiling softly. The younglings might get excited over a new face to see and ask questions to as well, not that he knew if she wanted that. The younglings carried the same curiosity as Obi-Wan himself - a great eagerness to learn. 

He kept his gaze upon her, watching and sensing her reaction, which gave him a smile upon his lips. It was indeed a rare opportunity to get to stay at the Temple when not being force sensitive, but he figured it’d be a nice way to show support and trust to a new ally. 

“I’d be happy to have you, Miss Tyrell, and it won’t cause any trouble.” Of that he was certain. Well, as long as they didn’t start flirting in public or anything like that - considering her first words to him - they’d be fine. If anything, though, she wasn’t the only one checking out the other.

Not that it bothered him having company anyway, even if it was business related, and nothing more pleasurable. “Let me just finish up here, and I can escort you to a suite in our Temple.” He smiled at her, warmly, before he looked to the terminal he’d been standing by when she had approached. He quickly finished his work by plotting in something, then he turned to face her again. It all was done in mere minutes. 

“Are you ready?”

He’d learn soon enough the younglings wouldn’t bother her. Well, not by existing, at least. A glance into the inner workings of the Order might bring her a start, but that was then, and this was now.

Margaery had taken the moments between waiting for Obi-Wan to finish the work she’d interrupted to touch in with her family. Judging by the laughter when she quietly cursed Willas for not telling her about Obi-Wan Kenobi, Oberyn was visiting.

But otherwise, she simply let them know she’d arrived safely and securely and would update them further with any additional information.

“I am.” She put her own communicator aside-one Willas had tinkered and doctored. It was a direct channel to their network, and he’d been working with a number of allies to make sure it had a strong broadcast, or at least, a clear one.

It felt like the earlier pressure or tension, if there had been any and not just an awkward introduction, had faded. They were professionals. Extremely attractive professionals. But professionals. So Margaery gestured with a friendly smile. “Lead on. I’ll follow.”

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Ceremony || SerWaymarRoyce

Starter for @serwaymarroyce || The Next Logical Sequence

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How simple the entire plan had seemed when spoken aloud in confident, unabashed tones with his fellow Rangers the morning they’d set out. Waymar had even joked with the senior fellow of the expedition that a venture into the gift ought not be called a Ranging at all. That such a thing should be reserved for a journey beneath the Wall and into the Haunted Forest, into the realm of ice and danger that the singers in the north, the few that existed, ever so loved to devote their lyrics to.

How wrong Waymar’s assumption of a swift, eventless ride through the snow dusted plains and back would be. 

Yet the peril they faced was not as fearsome as what lay beyond the Wall. The foe they faced was one that no steel could cut nor arrow, no matter how true the shot, would strike home. For they faced the wrath of nature itself.

Even in this long summer a gale of wind from the north could bring with it blinding cold, encumbering snows and a wind that built drifts taller than a man atop a horse. The plans to camp in place and weather the storm proved impossible, as the heavy summer snows convinced their tent by the first night. Forcing the party to make for Eastwatch-by-the-Sea, an instinct from the senior Ranger of their group that such storms tapered off the closer one came to the water.

As luck would have it, it was an instinct that proved true.

The ranging party found as much comfort as brothers of the watch could expect from their eastern brothers, given sanctuary until the storms passed.

Hours turned into a day. Then another. And another. For Waymar it may as well have been an eternity. For he’d sworn to be in a certain place at a certain time. That was a vow in itself. He would see his beloved comrade, as promised. He would be there for Margaery, come snow or the fires that consumed Valyria themselves.

Waymar burst through the door of the main hall with an urgency that earned him alarmed looks from those nearest, the sky that filled the open doorway already turning purple as night descended, already threatening to fall entirely. The time when the vows would be spoken, as every brother on the Watch knew. How integral those words were with the passage of dusk becoming engulfed into the darkness.

The look of exhaustion across his face, a darkness beneath the eyes and a loss of color despite the chill, could not be hidden away as much as Waymar willed it so. The smile that rose at catching sight of Olen across the hall, however, melted the fatigue from his bones and sent a lightness through his step, for he ran, damp cloak dragging behind, in the pursuit to embrace his companion.

This, too, earned him glances and mumbled japes from those occupying the hall. Waymar showed an utter lack of concern for such a thing, even as hurried words past his lips. “I haven’t missed it, have I? There was a storm-” Such a thing was obvious, by the white that had filled the courtyard and claimed the rooftops of Castle Black. “Only made it back just now. Tell me I’m not too late, my dear Olen.”

That was all he managed to get out before the need to catch breath overcame whatever words lingered on the tongue. How much he’d missed them being the paramount of those unspoken things. 

There would be time to tell them that. Waymar told himself, of that he was certain. he hoped. He certainly hoped.

In truth? By then Margaery had been worried Waymar just wouldn’t return. She had to cover her mouth to make sure a sound too feminine didn’t escape when he burst in the door. Her smile, she hoped, did not betray that. Or if it did she hoped they were just too desperate for help here on the wall too care.

Even if the fact that Olen wasn’t going to be a brother of the wall but a sister came out, that didn’t reveal who she was.

Olen was up in an instant to meet Waymar across the floor and embrace him tightly. This wasn’t that unusual. She’d seen other brothers be just as relieved to see each other again. The only oddity might have been that Waymar had preceded Olen’s time there by a bit. Soon they’d both be sworn, however, and that wouldn’t matter, either.

“Never too late, Waymar,” Her voice cracked with relief as she held him tight, “You’re safe. That’s all I really needed.”

“But no, you haven’t missed it. There’s some talk about doing it this evening. The plan was tomorrow but that weather may be coming in with a vengeance, so they want us sworn in before-”

But he’d still made it, hadn’t he? And that made her heart swell. She didn’t even care that she was probably getting damp because he was.

“You didn’t miss it,” She added resoundingly, reluctant to let go of her companion, but eager to see his face and smile brightly to him.

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Me: Making a whole new OC to add to the roster is a terrible idea

Brain: You're right. She needs her own blog.

Me: ?!?!? WHERE-

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“Exactly.” Obi-Wan nodded, pleased to hear that she was aware of the risk and that they had allies to count on should the worst happen. He wouldn’t want to see the war spread further, and cause more harm for innocent people. “I’m glad to hear that you have a plan.” He saw plans as vital in situations such as this. Not just any plan or something impulsive like his Padawan would think of in the heat of the moment, but well built, good plans and he got the impression that she had that.

“Know that if need be and you should require protection, you can simply contact me and I will do my best to provide what you need.” It was a simple way of showing that the Jedi helped their allies too, and even if Obi-Wan didn’t know this woman yet, he could sense no ill from her. That meant he would trust her to speak the truth, to be sincere with her goals.

He raised an eyebrow slightly at the word temptress - and then he gave a light chuckle. Mostly due to her playful wink. “I’m certain you are capable of finding many good excuses for that.” Sure, there were rules regarding that sort of stuff - rules he knew how to bend - and besides, he could flirt back. It would cost him nothing to do so at least not with this one, if he was to be honest with himself.

“Call me Obi-Wan, please.” At this point he granted her a warm smile. Allowing her to not use any title on him felt much more casual to him, better than being overly strict about it. He was only strict when he needed to be, and this was not one of those times. “It would be an honor to accompany you. I know of a great, and safe, hotel for you to stay. It is not far from here.” With here being not far from either said place nor the Jedi Temple, it would be perfect, he thought. Unless.. “Unless you would like a chance at staying in our Temple?” He asked, thinking he could probably make that happen too should she wish to. After all, he had a rather high status and he had done the exact same thing for other guests before. It was all up to her, though.

“Well, Obi-Wan,” Margaery smiled warmly as she listened to his words. His voice was quite pleasant as well. Some of it was the articulation, and how well he spoke. For now, she refocused her attention on the words and their meanings.

“That is...a magnificent offer,” Margaery admitted, wide eyed, and honestly quite touched and awed, “But would that be wise? I would hate to disrupt the balance there at the Temple.”

It was a rare opportunity, of that she was sure. But she also knew her presence could be quite disruptive.

“That is to say I’d love to be your guest, Obi-Wan, as long as it doesn’t cause too much trouble.”

Just the right amount? That she could live with. Besides, if this plan had any chance of working it was probably better she didn’t get on the Jedi Order’s Bad Side. Not that she thought they’d deny resources to people who needed them out of spite-

Just that she knew her part would  be more complicated if she didn’t at least try to play by their rules. And that does not include trying to sneak an eye full.

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Yes I’m flat out resurrecting a True Blood OC I once wrote with someone in particular but I’m going to try to bring her back and she’ll probably be open to other fandoms too

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Obi-Wan & Margaery

“A little bit.” Obi-Wan admitted, though with a smile. He didn’t mind, but he did assume that she wasn’t there because he was hot. An assumption he soon saw was true, as he listened closely to her words. When she curtsied and bowed her head, he did notice her choice of dress - and the plunging neckline - and for a moment he wondered if it was intentional or merely the way she preferred to dress. Or perhaps it was due to custom from where she came from. He knew some tribes of species and alike often had specific outfits for specific things, but he didn’t know nearly enough about her or her homeworld to know if that was the case for her. 

“It is a pleasure meeting you, Miss Tyrell.” He had made a polite bow in return as she did, but he did not interrupt her any further as she spoke. He patiently listened. When her expression flashed her true emotions, he nodded, his own expression gained that of a sadder one. War was nothing he liked either. If he could’ve decided, there would be no war - but sadly, it was not within his control. All he could do was to do his job as best as he could, including helping Margaery. 

Obi-Wan hadn’t heard much of her homeworld, nor her Solar System, though he had definitely heard of it at some point. As she came to a conclusion to her speech, he gave a light nod, meeting her gaze. “I understand. I’m sure that I speak of behalf of all Jedi when I say that we are more than happy to help, and we appreciate your offer.” He paused for a moment before continuing. “I trust you are aware of the risks of getting involved?” He raised an eyebrow in query, wanting to be absolutely certain that she knows that her world might become a target should they choose to join and for certain should they agree to accept refugees. With that said, he understood that she was more than serious about it. If she wasn’t, she wouldn’t have come all this way. 

“Many senators would place the politics before the people.” He commented, also knowing that it by far meant all senators, or politicians, but many did have the tendency to be blind to the important things such as the people left in the wake of a war. “I assure you that you’ve come to the right place. I will do all I can to help.” At this, he smiled warmly at her. At this moment he was uncertain of who they’d have to speak to, but that wasn’t anything a little research and a few meetings couldn’t fix. If there was one thing Obi-Wan would do, it was to go as far as possible to help people be safe, have food, water, and a change at life. It was right as she said - one of the most important facts about being a Jedi was to preserve life, and promote peace. 

“You must’ve had a long journey? Do you wish to start at once, or shall I fix up a place for you to stay and rest?” Now that he was past the initial surprise of her introduction he took the time to study her a bit, and she was indeed a beautiful woman. To him she seemed like a woman who knew exactly what she was capable of - a formidable, but kind leader, perhaps. He didn’t know though, it was all a guessing game based on what he saw, and what he sensed about her.

“As we understand the largest risk is we may set a target on ourselves by those who don’t consider our actions that of a neutral third party. We are prepared for the possibility. There’s a handful of other small solar systems by us we can call on in unity. We’re each independent of the Republic and its matters, or the separatists. Our ancestors were simply lucky when they found fertile central planets to build out from.”

“The point is, if someone trifles with The Reach, we can call on the Dornish System, Or the Storm Stars. Three Solar Systems with old roots and connections, and a strong belief that if anyone should mess with one of us, it must be one of us three.”

She smiled wryly at the accounting and crossed her arms. “And if I act as a representative or advocate, I myself will probably be targeted to some extent. By the time they realize it, however, I will have security measures in place. This initial expedition of mine is easy to make excuses for. A tourist. A curious traveler. A nosy gossip. A tawdry temptress.”

At that Margaery winked, mostly playfully. Granted, if the Jedi ever indicated interest, she would not say no. But she understand there were rules and guidelines and expectations for the members of that Order. And that was not why she’d sought him out.

But flirt? Flaunt? She knew no other way.

“A place to rest and recuperate would be most welcome. If you wanted to direct me where I might go, I’m sure I can manage. But I’d welcome fine company, as well, General Kenobi.” And maybe. Maybe she did bat her eyelashes when she said it.

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Me: Okay yeah she’s definitely got the look I want for this character, she’ll make a great FC-

Brain: Check her age at production

Me: Good idea I’m sure it will be fine though let’s see she was born in-

Brain: She was 16.

Me: ...Back to the selection

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"I’m so sorry, about what happened to you” (Sansa to Margaery!)

@multimuse-rp || Accepting Memes for Margaery!

“Thank you for your condolences, Sansa,” Margaery smiled sadly at her friend. The young woman had come so far and grown so much since she’d escaped at Margaery’s second wedding. “But nothing that’s happened to me is...unique.” She added with a sad laugh. Lost her dearest brother? Sansa had lost several. Lost her father? At least Mace had died instantly, without it being a public spectacle. Died and somehow come back to life?

Jon Snow, she was told, had been stabbed by his comrades. And then there was whatever the Mountain Counted as. The rumors of Lady Stoneheart. Beric Dondarrion.

“I just...want to move forward. Deal with the coming Darkness, find someone who actually knows what to do with a Valyrian Blade...”

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Ya know I was just talking about how difficult getting traction with Female OC’s is, and now my brain decides I need two more...

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V: The Fairy Who Would Be Queen

An AU Suitable for Fantasy (such as assorted variants of King Arthur like Merlin, The Legend of the Sword, Merlin BBC, Fairy Tale situations, and general high fantasy) or Urban Fantasy (such as True Blood, Supernatural, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Teen Wolf, and The Mortal Instruments)

To the public eye, there is no such thing as fairies. Nor are there other things like werewolves or wizards. Some know better. Still, fairies-many do not realize they are a factor. Most keep to themselves. This was never the Tyrell Way.

There is a realm beyond our own called the Summerlands, and that is where the fairies live. As mankind developed, for the most part they tend to keep to themselves. Except for the Tyrells who have had a tendency to watch over humanity.

Margaery goes to the mortal realm often, curious or bored. She likes to see the Mortal Realm, and observe everything different from her own world. She likes to make allies, acquaintances, friends, and have adventures. She even looks out for those who might need aid and assists when she finds them worthy, appearing as a fairy godmother.

But her generosity and good intentions also motivate ambition. She hates the clear cut divisions of the Seelie and Unseelie Courts, and the restrictive guidelines of interactions with other extraordinary peoples. As a result, the cunning fairy maid is secretly making plans and schemes to break away and begin her own court, neither Seelie nor Unseelie. Something where things are not so definite. That will take time, resources, and allies.

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Damn it I need to weave two Fairy AU’s for Margaery Together. @goldenngore  be aware the Fairy AU of your sister is still an ambitious wench

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There’s a True Blood Revival Happening And I Want In I’ll be trying to get in on it. I’ll be updating an extra Fairy AU verse for Margaery and shuffling my OC’s. Adding an old/new one for sure. May cut one.