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Candidates for the title of

🌹Queen of Love & Beauty🌹

Candidates were given priority based on the number of submissions they received (in brackets behind their names and credentials). After all candidates with multiple submissions were entered, single submission candidates were admitted in order of submission.

Guinevere [Angel Coulby], BBC’s Merlin (2008-2012) [17]

Morgana Pendragon [Katie McGrath], BBC’s Merlin (2008-2012) [11]

Lady Éowyn of Rohan [Miranda Otto], The Lord of the Rings Trilogy (2001-2003) [10]

Lady Marian Fitzwalter [Olivia de Havilland], The Adventures of Robin Hood (1938) [9]

Isabeau of Anjou [Michelle Pfeiffer], Ladyhawke (1985) [8]

Arwen Undomiel [Liv Tyler], The Lord of the Rings Trilogy (2001-2003) [7]

Galadriel of Lothlórien [Cate Blanchett], The Lord of the Rings Trilogy (2001-2003) [7]

Princess Buttercup [Robin Wright], The Princess Bride (1987) [6]

Lucrezia Borgia [Holliday Grainger], The Borgias (2011-2013) [6]

Princess Isabella Maria Lucia Elizabetta of Valencia [Karen David], Galavant (2015-2016) [5]

Lagertha [Katheryn Winnick], Vikings (2013-2020) [5]

Sorsha [Joanne Whalley], Willow (1988) [5]

Lady Æthelflæd of Mercia [Millie Brady], The Last Kingdom (2015-2022) [4]

Princess Gwendolyn [Angela Lansbury], The Court Jester (1955) [4]

Maid Jean [Glynis Johns], The Court Jester (1955) [4]

Lady Marion of Leaford [Judi Trott], Robin of Sherwood (1984-1986) [4]

Rebecca of York [Olivia Hussey], Ivanhoe (1982) [4]

Alicent Hightower [Olivia Cooke], House of the Dragon (2022-) [3]

Aliena [Hayley Atwell], The Pillars of the Earth (2010) [3]

Queen Cersei Lannister [Lena Headey], Game of Thrones (2011-2019) [3]

Princess Daenerys Targaryen [Emilia Clarke], Game of Thrones (2011-2019) [3]

Danielle de Barbarac [Drew Barrymore], Ever After: A Cinderella Story (1998) [3]

Devasena [Anushka Shetty], Baahubali (2017) [3]

Elizabeth de Burgh [Florence Pugh], Outlaw King (2018) [3]

Queen Guinevere [Vanessa Redgrave], Camelot (1967) [3]

Hürrem Sultan [Meryem Uzleri], Magnificent Century {Muhteşem Yüzyıl} (2011-2014) [3]

Lady Jocelyn [Shannyn Sossamon], A Knight’s Tale (2001) [3]

Princess Lili [Mia Sara], Legend (1985) [3]

Lady Margaery Tyrell [Natalie Dormer], Game of Thrones (2011-2019) [3]

Marian of Knighton [Lucy Griffiths], BBC’s Robin Hood (2006-2009) [3]

Lady Sansa Stark [Sophie Turner], Game of Thrones (2011-2019) [3]

Sheng Minglan [Zhang Liying], The Story of Minglan (2018) [3]

Queen Susan the Gentle [Sophie Winkleman], The Chronicles of Narnia (2005-2010) [3]

Lady Anne Neville [Claire Bloom], Richard III (1955) [2]

Lady Anne Neville [Phoebe Fox], The Hollow Crown (2012-2016) [2]

Brienne of Tarth [Gwendoline Christie], Game of Thrones (2011-2019) [2]

Bronwyn [Nazanin Bonialdi], The Rings of Power (2022-) [2]

Queen Catherine of Aragon [Maria Doyle Kennedy], The Tudors (2007-2010) [2]

Contessina de Bardi [Annabel Scholey], Medici (2016-2019) [2]

Egwene Al’Vere [Madeleine Madden], The Wheel of Time (2021-) [2]

Queen Eleanore of Aquitane [Katharine Hepburn], The Lion in Winter (1968) [2]

Queen Elizabeth Woodville [Rebecca Ferguson], The White Queen (2013) [2]

Donna Giulia Farnese [Lotte Verbeek], The Borgias (2011-2013) [2]

Queen Guinevere [Cheri Lunghi], Excalibur (1981) [2]

Jadis, the White Witch [Tilda Swinton], The Chronicles of Narnia (2005-2010) [2]

Jeanne d’Arc [Renee Falconetti], The Passion of Joan of Arc {La Passion de Jeanne d’Arc} (1928) [2]

Joan of Arc [Milla Jovovich], The Messenger: The Story of Joan of Arc (1999) [2]

Kate [Laura Fraser], A Knight’s Tale (2001) [2]

Lady Kate Percy [Michelle Dockery], The Hollow Crown (2012-2016) [2]

Queen Lucy the Valiant [Rachael Henley] [2]

Queen Madelena [Mallory Jansen], Galavant (2015-2016) [2]

Queen Margaret of Anjou [Sophie Okonedo], The Hollow Crown (2012-2016) [2]

Lady Mary Boleyn [Charity Wakefield], Wolf Hall (2015-2024) [2]

Moiraine Damodred [Rosamund Pike], The Wheel of Time (2021-) [2]

Morgana Pendragon [Eva Green], Camelot (2011) [2]

Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen [Emma D’Arcy], House of the Dragon (2022-) [2]

Queen Sibylla of Jerusalem [Eva Green], Kingdom of Heaven (2005) [2]

Eliška Pomořanská [Jana Brejchová], A Night at Karlstein {Noc na Karlštejně} (1973) [1]

Lady Marian [Audrey Hepburn], Robin & Marian (1976) [1]

Ophelia [Jean Simmons], Hamlet (1948) [1]

Aykız Hatun [Hande Subaşı], Diriliş: Ertuğrul (2014-2019) [1]

Roberta Steingas [Clare Foster], Galavant (2015-2016) [1]

Tamina [Gemma Arterton], Prince of Persia (2010) [1]

Princess Isabelle [Sophie Marceau], Braveheart (1995) [1]

Alexandra [Geraldine Viswanathan], Miracle Workers: The Dark Ages (2020) [1]

Isabella of Valois [Emma Hamilton], RSC’s Richard II (2013) [1]

Jade Claymore [Erin Kellyman], Willow (2022) [1]

Anne Boleyn [Genevieve Bujold], Anne of the Thousand Days (1969) [1]

Mu Nihuang [Liu Tao], Nirvana in Fire (2015-2018) [1]

Padmavati [Deepika Padukone], Padmaavat (2018) [1]

Queen Isabella [Tilda Swinton], Edward II (1991) [1]

Djaq [Anjali Jay], BBC’s Robin Hood (2006-2009) [1]

Below is a list of Honorable Mentions...

Anne Boleyn [Natalie Portman], The Other Boleyn Girl (2008)

Aslaug [Alyssa Sutherland], Vikings (2013-2020)

Aviendha [Ayoola Smart], The Wheel of Time (2021-)

Catherine of Aragon [Charlotte Hope], The Spanish Princess (2019-2020)

Cecilia Algotsdotter [Sofia Helin], Arn: The Knight Templar (2007)

Doric [Sophia Lillis], Dungeons & Dragons: Honour Among Thieves (2023)

Queen Elizabeth of York [Jodie Comer], The White Princess (2017)

Jiang Yanli [Xuan Lu], The Untamed (2019)

Guinevere [Julia Ormond], First Knight (1995)

Hafsa Sultan [Nebahat Çehre], Magnificent Century {Muhteşem Yüzyıl} (2011-2014)

Hatice Sultan [Selma Ergeç], Magnificent Century {Muhteşem Yüzyıl} (2011-2014)

Queen Isabella of Castile [Michelle Jenner], Isabel (2011-2014)

Isolde [Sophia Myles], Tristan + Isolde (2006)

Joan of Arc [Ingrid Bergman], Joan of Arc (1948)

Kira [Lisa Maxwell, Kathryn Mullen], The Dark Crystal (1982)

Queen Mab [Miranda Richardson], Merlin (1998)

Maleficent [Angelina Jolie], Maleficent (2014)

Lady Margaret Tudor [Georgie Henley], The Spanish Princess (2019-2020)

Marian Dubois [Mary Elizabeth Mastrantonio], Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves (1991)

Lady Mary Tudor [Sai Bennett], The Spanish Princess (2019-2020)

Empress Maude [Alison Pill], The Pillars of the Earth (2010)

Morgaine [Julianna Marguiles], The Mists of Avalon (2001)

Queen Ravenna [Charlize Theron], Snow White and the Huntsman (2012)

Rebecca of York [Elizabeth Taylor], Ivanhoe (1952)

Rosie Cotton [Sarah MacLeod], The Lord of the Rings Trilogy (2001-2003)

Sharako Lohar [Abigail Thorn], House of the Dragon (2022-)

Tár-Miriel [Cynthia Addai-Robinson], The Rings of Power (2022-)

Ygritte [Rose Leslie], Game of Thrones (2011-2019)

Yara Greyjoy [Gemma Whelan], Game of Thrones (2011-2019)

#queen of love and beauty #queen of the tournament

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wardrobeoftime · 17 days

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Master Post - A to M

If you notice any show, movie or character missing that I’ve made gifs of, please let me know. Characters are sorted alphabetically by first their last name and then their first name.

Aladdin [2019] (Princess Jasmine)

Allerleirauh (Princess Friederike | Princess Lotte)

American Song Contest (2022)

Aschenputtel [2010] (Marie/Aschenputtel)

Aschenputtel [2011] (Annabella | Aschenputtel/Cinderella)

Australia [2008] (Sarah Ashley)

Barbie (Stereotypical Barbie)

Beauty and the Beast [2017] (Madame de Garderobe | Mrs Potts)

Becoming Elizabeth (Amy Robsart | Mary Tudor)

Blood, Sex & Royalty (Anne Boleyn | Mary Boleyn)

Britain’s Bloody Crown (Margaret of Anjou | Margaret Beaufort | Elizabeth Woodville)

Cinderella [2015] (Ella)

Das Adlon (Sonja Schadt)

Die Galoschen des Glücks (Princess Aurora)

Die Kaiserin (Maria Alexandrovna / Marie of Hesse | Elisabeth “Sisi” of Austria | Archduchess Sophie of Austria)

Die Salzprinzessin (Princess Amélie | Princess Eugenia | Princess Isabella)

Die Schöne und das Biest (Elsa)

Disney Live Action (see the individual movies | Extras)

Downton Abbey (Lucy Branson (née Smith) | Cora Crawley | Edith Crawley | Mary Crawley)

Dynasty [2017] (Kirby Anders | Fallon Carrington)

Effie Gray [2014] (Euphemia “Effie” Gray)

Elizabeth [1998] (Elizabeth I)

Emerald City (Langwidere of Ev)

Emma [2020] (Isabella Knightley | Emma Woodhouse)

Eurovision Song Contest (1970 | 1974 | 1979 | 1980 | 1982 | 1988 | 1991 | 1992 | 1993 | 1995 | 1996 | 1998 | 2003 | 2004 | 2005 | 2006 | 2007 | 2008 | 2009 | 2010 | 2011 | 2012 | 2013 | 2014 | 2015 | 2016 | 2017 | 2018 | 2019 | 2021 | 2022 | 2023 | 2024)

Frauen, die Geschichte machten (Catherine the Great)

Galavant (Madalena)

Good Omens (Aziraphale | Crowley)

Grey’s Anatomy (Lexie Grey)

Hamilton (Angelica Schuyler | Eliza Schuyler Hamilton)

Ku’damm (Helga von Boost)

Legacies (Jo Laughlin | Hope Mikaelson | Elizabeth “Lizzie” Saltzman | Josette “Josie” Saltzman)

Les Misérables [2018] (Cosette | Fantine Thibault)

Little Women [2019] (Amy March | Margaret “Meg” March)

Ludwig II [2012] (Elisabeth “Sisi” of Austria | Ludovika, The Duchess in Bavaria | Sophie in Bavaria)

Maleficent Duology (Princess Aurora | Queen Ingrith of Ulstead)

Märchenperlen (see the individual movies)

Maria Theresia [2017] (Maria Anna of Austria | Empress Maria Theresia | Mademoiselle de Chartres | Elisa Fritz)

Marie Antoinette [2006] (Marie Antoinette | Empress Maria Theresia | Marie Thérèse Louise of Savoy, Princesse de Lamballe | Extras)

Marie Antoinette [2002] (Marie Antoinette)

Mary Queen of Scots [2013] (Mary Stuart)

Maximilian - Das Spiel von Macht und Liebe / Maximilian and Marie de Burgogne (Mary of Burgundy)

My Fair Lady (Eliza Doolittle)

My Lady Jane (Jane Grey)

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raspberryfingers · 2 years

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A Lion in the Garden -Tywin Lannister x Reader- (Part 1)

A/N: and so my rewrite/editing begins :)

WARNINGS: None

Word Count: 5k

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It was midnight when Lord Petyr Baelish came to me with his unforgettable offer. I had been upset about it too, for it was the second time I’d seen him in less than three days. One can only spend so much time around Littlefinger without going insane, especially at such a late hour.

I had been half asleep when he’d arrived, hunched over the table and trying desperately to figure out what offense we were going to take. I wasn’t alone, either. Loras and Margaery had been with me too, with him as my opposition and her as our mediator. My younger brother was mad with grief over Renly’s death, I knew, and so hungry for revenge was he that he could not stop and think logically. Margaery was aware of that fact too, and she was trying her very hardest to soothe him.

“Stannis approaches King’s Landing now, and we sit here and do nothing. The only thing we did was flee. We left for Highgarden and let Stannis claim half of Renly’s bannermen without a fight!” Loras shouted, joining me at the table and pointing his finger at the map with a sort of accusation. I sighed, rubbing my eyes and rolling up the sleeves of my nightgown. Both my sister and I were in our nightwear, but Loras had not removed his armor in days, it seemed. He had hardly slept or bathed. Which was unfortunate, because I dearly wished he would.

“Stannis would have claimed those men no matter what, Loras, we’ve been over this. It was not Renly they cared for, it was his just rule and his ‘claim’, which was never good to begin with. Would you have men die to put a corpse on the throne? There is nothing we could have done!”

“(Y/N)!”

Margaery gave me a somewhat disappointed look, and I knew it was admittedly wrong of me to mention Renly’s death so harshly, but what choice did I have? Being gentle had not worked with my brother, and I needed him to understand that as the head of the Tyrell army, my decisions were not to be questioned.

“It doesn’t mean that we needed to flee… we ought to have stayed and killed Stannis,” Loras muttered defeatedly, falling back into a chair and staring at nothing. There was an unmistakable hurt in his eyes. If I’d ever lost a lover, perhaps I would’ve known—or at the very least understood it.

I softened a bit, however, and stepped over to Loras. I held the back of his head, running my fingers through his brown curls and leaning down to kiss his forehead.

“We will take revenge on Stannis, brother. I promise you that.”

Loras said nothing, but I felt him relax under my touch, and it seemed that my words had also soothed him a bit. I had not entirely worked out how we would take revenge, but that was something I wished to think on when I wasn’t entirely sleep deprived. Though, that would certainly be difficult to do if Stannis managed to take King’s Landing.

“Lady (Y/N), Lord Petyr Baelish is here to see you!” Ser Elias called from the other side of my door. He had been my personal guard since I was a girl, but I had forbidden him to join the fighting since his wife was pregnant with their first child. Now that we were back at Highgarden though, he was once again by my side.

Margaery and I gave each other a cautious glance, obviously both wondering what Littlefinger was doing here at such an hour. We had seen him right before we’d left Renly’s camp, and even then he had been going on about ‘wanting to help us.’ Whatever reason he had, it better have been damn good to intrude at nearly midnight.

“Let him in.”

Ser Elias opened the door, and sure enough there was Baelish. Gods, I would never be able to tolerate that man. He stepped into the room with a sort of satisfaction, and it made me deeply uncomfortable. There were very few things I hated more than discomfort.

“Lady (Y/N), Lady Margaery. Ser Loras,” Lord Baelish greeted in his low, scratchy voice. I found myself giving him a curt nod, though I was utterly annoyed by and wary of his presence. His hands were folded in front of his stomach, waiting to deliver some news surely.

“Baelish. What brings you to Highgarden at such a late hour?” I inquired, not bothering to hide my annoyance. There was no reason to, anyways. The man had dared to call on me at this time of night.

“Ah, yes. I apologize for my late arrival. I’ve been riding since noon to get here. I bring news—or rather, an offer—from Harrenhal,” he informed, beginning to grin when my eyes went wide. There was only one Lord occupying Harrenhal right now, and the thought of him made my blood boil. “Lord Tywin has formally extended the offer of an alliance. House Tyrell has not declared for any king. Any living king, at least. I know that Renly Baratheon was rather… close to your family,” Littlefinger noted, glancing over at Loras as the insinuation slipped from his tongue. My brother was just as infuriated as I was now, and he rose from his seat with an overwhelming anger.

“You will watch your tongue, Littlefinger. If you wish to keep it, at any rate. You will not mock my brother and you certainly will not mock me by insinuating that I ought to be an ally to Tywin Lannister,” I scowled, my clenched fist pushing against the wood of the table so I would refrain from using it. Margaery had rushed to Loras and was trying to soothe him. It thankfully seemed to be working.

“Apologies, my lady. I did not mean to offend. Lord Tywin is serious upon this subject. I know that the two of you… have a rather troubled history, but it should not prevent an alliance between two great houses,” he said, still grinning rather creepily. I wondered if he was capable of being normal.

I shook my head vehemently.

“Nothing in all seven hells could convince me to go anywhere near that man.”

It was complicated—my relationship with Lord Tywin Lannister, I mean. For I was a firm believer that vows were a sacred thing, and not in the same, honorable way that Ned Stark had, but in a personal way. If one vows something to themselves, they ought not to break it. When I was 14 years old, I had made such a vow. And gods, even just the memory of what had prompted it infuriated me.

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My father, gods bless his stomach, had been eating nearly the entire ride to Casterly Rock, even despite the tossing of our wheelhouse. My grandmother and I had watched him with a mutual disgust, pausing our conversation whenever he began to chew too obnoxiously.

My mother had stayed behind with Margaery, who was only seven and still a bit too young for such a long carriage ride. Loras, already 12, had opted to stay behind with Margaery so she would not feel lonely. I wished I’d been able to stay behind too, because although my father paraded this as some ‘exploration’ of my worldly knowledge, I knew perfectly well that it was in reality an attempt to find me someone’s son to marry. My grandmother had known this too, and I was grateful she had not let me come alone with only my father.

I was consoled by the fact that Casterly Rock was our first visit, though. History had always been a favorite subject of mine, and this of course included all the great houses. In my opinion, Casterly Rock would’ve been the ideal place to live had I not been from Highgarden. Of course, there was nothing that could ever beat Highgarden, with its ripe smelling summers and expansive hedge maze. I could no longer count how many times Loras and I had chased each other through it with sparring swords in our hands. I always beat him, the fool.

But Casterly Rock was said to be magnificent, even taller than the wall and certainly much richer. I wanted to see Lannisport, too. I was certain that I could find a more suitable sword for my age, as the nearby mines were not only abundant with gold. Because along with my immense studies, both my mother and grandmother had insisted that I be trained in fighting. That had been allowed quite begrudgingly by my father, but eventually he came to recognize what the women in my family had already noticed. I was a rather energetic child, and I’d always been sharp intellectually. So much so that they struggled finding Maesters and Septas who wouldn’t bore me.

The point of that, however, was that those two things combined had provided a natural talent with a sword. And it was not that I did not know how to sing, dance, or sew, it was merely that fighting had suited me better. At 14, I was certainly no legend, but it was clear that if I continued to practice, then perhaps I would be. That thought had sparked much excitement in my mind, and arguably a bit too much of an ego. I did not agree with that statement, however.

Regardless, one thing was certain. My grandmother had promised me a new sword for my recently passed nameday, and I hoped to find the weapon in Lannisport. I could already picture its shiny iron blade with a golden handle. Though, I secretly wished that I could convince her to invest in two daggers instead, for they were easier to handle and much easier to hide.

These thoughts all disappeared when the wheelhouse began to slow, however. I immediately reached over toward the window, sliding the cover to the side and peaking through the gap. I instantly began to smile, looking back at my grandmother with unbridled joy.

“I know you’re excited, dear, but you must calm yourself. Lord Tywin won’t tolerate you acting giddy, and you’re certainly old enough to know better,” my grandmother whispered, grabbing at my arm and leaning toward me. I swallowed, nodding and trying to suppress whatever feelings I was having. Tywin Lannister had no face in my mind, he was the kind of man that nobody bothered physically describing because how he looked was of no importance. The Lord of Casterly Rock was ruthless, cold, and calculating. And apparently it had been even worse since his wife died.

When I tried to conjure him up in my head, nothing came. He would be blonde, I knew, with blue or green eyes. I expected his hair would be starting to lighten with age too, for he was about 51 now if my math was correct—which it was not, he was actually 55. But other than that, I had no clue what to expect. Surely a man with such a description and reputation would be tall, right?

Though, I was of the opinion that while Tywin Lannister could certainly be ruthless, he was no military genius. He had not even participated in Robert’s Rebellion, instead merely waiting to claim victory at the end and then marry his daughter to the new king. A lion ought to be brave, I felt, not cowardly.

The wheelhouse finally came to a stop, and I swallowed when the door was pulled open. Ser Elias had smiled at me then, and it had soothed my nerves. I was glad that he had come too, for I don’t know what I would’ve done without him. He was 27, approximately 13 years older than me, and for that reason he was like an older brother to me. Perhaps he was even like a father, for the gods knew I did not think much of my actual one.

Once my father and grandmother had exited, Ser Elias helped me down from the small steps and whispered ‘my lady’ under his breath. I was met with Casterly Rock in all its glory once I had stepped onto the ground outside. The Lion’s Mouth, or the entrance to the castle, was magnificent. And once we had actually gone inside my bewilderment only increased. It seemed that each room in The Rock was lined with gold, and that each hall must be grander than the last. Highgarden was beautiful in a natural way, but I had never seen such a display of pure wealth before.

I’d zoned out practically the entire time we were walking, and at some point I’d gotten so distracted by the interior that I had seemingly been left behind. I wasn’t sure how I’d ended up where I had, but either way when I’d turned around nobody familiar was there.

In an attempt to find my family, I’d begun searching the halls. They seemed practically never ending, and I was beginning to feel a deep panic set within me. I was trying very hard to be rational, but it’s a difficult thing to do when you feel utterly lost. My breath had begun to pick up its pace, and my nerves were now unbearable.

However, in this desperate attempt to locate my family, I had been opening and closing various doors, which led me to stumble upon a grand study. My breath hitched when I saw it through the doorway, and suddenly my quest was abandoned. I couldn’t have kept myself from entering, no matter how hard I’d tried, for something about the space had instantly compelled me.

With two large, gorgeous windows overlooking the sea, the room was filled with natural light. The red drapes were drawn open, and it went well with the stone walls. There were all sorts of things displayed around the room, but my favorite of them was the glorious sword placed above the hearth. I found myself wandering towards it like a moth to a flame.

Staring at it, I realized it was almost exactly what I wanted in a sword. The blade was magnificent, and its handle was covered in gold. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d seen such intricate details on a weapon either, which only excited me even further.

There was a sudden padding of footsteps behind me, and when I turned around I found a somewhat older gentleman walking into the room with two papers in his hands. He was holding one and reading the other, and it took him a few seconds to look up and notice me. When he did, he instantly stopped walking. His hands did not drop, but he observed me just as thoroughly as I had been observing him.

The man was quite tall, about 6,3 if I had to guess. His hair had some white, and so did his beard. The white was only in certain streaks, though, as if somebody had made a conscious effort to paint it that way. His clothes had also stricken me as odd, for he was dressed entirely in black. It made me wonder if perhaps this man had just experienced some sort of loss, for he was certainly dressed like a mourner. I also noticed that the fabric was expensive, and I felt confident that this man was a lord of some kind. But that was odd too, for no nobles had passed away recently. I would’ve heard about it.

“Who are you, girl?”

His voice caught me off guard, knocking me from my thoughts simply with its sheer deepness. My eyes widened a bit, almost as though I’d just remembered I was standing there and he could see me.

“Lady (Y/N) Tyrell, my lord,” I answered quickly, giving him the best curtsy I could muster in such a thrown state. I had no clue what it was, but this man had instantly captured my attention. Especially with his piercing blue eyes.

“And how do you know I’m a lord?” he questioned, stacking his two papers in his hands and setting them down on the table beside him. I swallowed, nodding toward him—or rather his clothes.

“The fabric of your coat. It’s very nice. The quality is fitting for a lord,” I reasoned, and for a moment I expected him to look down at the coat. But no, he did not; his eyes remained on me.

“Rather observant of you. Why are you in here?”

“I’m afraid I got lost, my lord. My family- well, we were being shown around and I suppose I became distracted. I was attempting to find my grandmother and father.”

“And you ended up here?”

“Yes, my lord. I was looking at the sword- the sword above the hearth.”

I motioned to the weapon above the fireplace and turned to look at it again. The older man finally tore his eyes away from me and observed the blade with me. He nodded slowly with a contemplative ‘hm’ as he did. He was hard to read, and I didn’t like that. Usually I was quite good at reading people.

“That sword was my fathers,” he revealed, walking over and standing beside me as we looked up at it. An air of parchment and wax—along with the scent of expensive oils—came from him, and I knew instantly that this man spent hours upon hours at his desk. Was this his office? Realizing he had just mentioned that the sword belonged to his father, I made the connection. I was speaking to Tywin Lannister, surely.

I looked at him again, and I realized that while I had predicted the strands of white in his hair, and the blue eyes, I had not expected him to be anything like this. Yes, some of his questions towards me had been rash and rather curt, but the man had just found a girl in his office. Why shouldn’t he be a bit alarmed?

Overall, though, he did not seem to be the heartless man that everyone had described. He was no nicer nor ruder than plenty of people, it seemed to me. Although, there was also a possibility I simply hadn’t gotten to know him.

“It’s gorgeous. The blade looks masterfully crafted, and I’ve never seen such a handle before. I would give anything for such a weapon,” I noted with utter adoration. I was beginning to wonder how I would ever be satisfied with a small, simply detailed sword when I had seen this. And when I say simply detailed, I merely mean that anything would appear simple in comparison.

“You use swords?” he asked, a sort of bewilderment in his voice as he did so. I nodded, only hesitating for a moment. Going about revealing this sort of thing would make me an unattractive bride, I knew, but perhaps that was not entirely bad.

“Yes, my lord, I do. I’ve become quite good, too,” I added with a sort of prideful smile. He was looking down at me, and after blinking a few times he glanced away and fixed his eyes on the sword once more.

“I can’t say I’ve met many noble ladies who know how to use weapons. I’m surprised your father allowed it,” he remarked, folding his hands behind his back now. I let out a soft laugh, shaking my head.

“My father did not want to allow it. My mother and grandmother wore him down, I’m afraid. They seemed to believe I had some natural talent for it,” I explained, which made him briefly smile. It had come and gone within a single second, but I had not missed it. Was I speaking to Tywin Lannister?

“And do you think that too? That you have a natural talent?” he questioned, raising his brow at me. I smiled with my lips as my pride took hold of me.

“I certainly do. My brother is only two years younger than me but he’s nowhere near as good. He’s better at jousting, I suppose. It’s never really interested me,” I told him, not entirely sure why I felt so comfortable revealing such things to a man whose name I was not even sure of.

“I see. I have three brothers, two of which are far more athletic and reckless than I would like. The other is far more reasonable, and thankfully trusts me just as much as I trust him,” he informed, making me wrack my brain. I had paid plenty of attention during my lessons, but how was I supposed to remember how many siblings which lord had?

“Only brothers?” I inquired, hoping maybe he would reveal something more.

“No. One sister, Genna. She is far too much for me sometimes, but I care very much for her regardless.”

Genna sounded familiar, I realized. Yes, Genna was one of Tytos Lannister’s children, and obviously so was this man. But was it Tywin or Kevan? It had to be one of those two, for reckless and athletic did not fit them based on what I had heard. Perhaps this was actually Kevan, for he had been much nicer than I ever imagined Tywin Lannister would be.

“My lord, may I… may I ask for your name?” I had licked my lips nervously as I’d said it, and it made me uncomfortable. I was not used to feeling nervous.

“Who do you think I am?” he replied, making even more dread fill me. He had this sort of testing look in his eyes, and I could tell he was utterly intrigued by what I would say next.

“You are a son of Tytos, I know that much. But I- I can’t quite figure- are you the Lord Kevan Lannister?” I finally asked, attempting to dance around it but deciding that I ought to just say it. The man somehow showed absolutely no reaction to my guess.

“No, I am not.”

It was all he said, and I knew then that I was in fact speaking to Tywin Lannister. Even more nerves filled me, somehow. He was the same man I’d been talking to for the last ten minutes or so, but that name was so… well, how is one supposed to feel when they’re talking to Tywin Lannister?

“Apologies, Lord Tywin. I thought that perhaps… well, it was between you and Kevan,” I attempted to explain, although I didn’t want to outright say that he was ‘too nice’ to be the man I’d heard of.

“No need to apologize, Lady Tyrell,” he said genuinely, helping me relax just a little bit. I nodded, looking around because I feared that meeting his eyes right now might make my cheeks go hot. Noticing a map laid out on a table, I decided to avert my attention to that. It was huge, and showed all of Westeros.

Lord Tywin seemingly noticed my interest, for he took a few steps toward it and motioned for me to join him. I did so wordlessly, admiring all the details of it. Of course, I knew quite well all the different parts of each kingdom, but there was a level of detail on this map that I had never seen before.

“Is it just swords that interest you, or battle too?” he wondered aloud, observing my reaction to the map. Standing over it made me feel like a strategist, and I couldn’t resist the urge to lean over it, my hands planted firmly on the table.

“Battle too. I’ve always liked history… I suppose being good with swords and enjoying history naturally leads to that. I hope- I hope that my father will make me the head of the Tyrell army once I’m old enough. It ought to go to my brother, but…” I trailed off, sighing. It was probably a hopeless dream unless my grandmother managed to persuade the man.

“Perhaps you’re more well suited for it. If you’ve studied battle and are better with a sword than he is, the role ought to go to you.”

“Even though I’m a woman?”

“I’ve found that women often make much better decisions than men do. My wife… I frequently sought her advice. Hers and Kevans. If your father is smart, he’ll choose a qualified child to lead his armies. The worst thing you can do is put an incompetent person in charge of one, especially when it’s as large as yours,” Lord Tywin said, making a glimmer of hope emerge inside of me. Did he truly think that? Tywin Lannister was nothing like everyone made him out to be.

“I suppose it’s the only thing I truly want. This trip is entirely for the purpose of marrying me off to some first son or other… but I- well, I can’t say that interests me very much,” I explained to him, unable to resist a sigh. If I had been born a man there wouldn’t have been any doubts.

“I see. Tell me, Lady Tyrell, if you were commander of the Tyrell army, what would you do?” he questioned, perhaps wondering if there was some grand reason that I desired to be in charge so badly.

“Well, I certainly wouldn’t do what you did during Robert’s Rebellion,” I jested, though the moment that it came out of my mouth I regretted it. Something in Lord Tywin instantly changed, and suddenly he wasn’t the man I had been conversing with. His eyes had both darkened and narrowed, and his posture had gone stiff.

“And do what instead? You would’ve had me take Aerys' side just as your father did?” he asked, clearly insulting the fact that my family had stayed loyal to the Targaryens. I scowled despite the fact that I did wish my father would’ve chosen Robert’s side. It was not as if Lord Tywin deserved a say.

“At least my father took a side. Meanwhile, you remained at Casterly Rock waiting to see who would emerge victorious so you wouldn’t look bad no matter what happened,” I scoffed, suddenly becoming defiant. Who was this man to think that somehow everything he did was perfectly normal and acceptable even when it was not? Who was he to think that the codes of honor and war weren’t applicable?

“Tell me this, girl, why should I have involved myself in a war that started because Rhaegar Targaryen decided to behave stupidly? Was I supposed to feel some sense of duty to Lyanna Stark? She was a girl no older than you, and yet you seem to believe that somehow I should’ve been eager to call the banners,” he scoffed, his voice low and warning. I wondered if I was the first person to challenge him upon this subject.

“I am not suggesting that you ought to have been eager, but you should have done it regardless,” I reprimanded, my face growing increasingly hot. I wanted to calm myself, but this man had become infuriating in a way I was unfamiliar with. He was difficult. He spoke as though he was all knowing and I was some stupid, clueless child. I was nothing like that.

“And again, I ask you, would you have had me side with Aerys? The man who insulted my wife repeatedly, named my eldest son to the kingsguard, and refused to marry our children despite it being a perfectly good match? No man alive would bear that slight. And why should I have joined King Robert? House Targaryen had reigned for 300 years, and there was nothing about Robert Baratheon that suggested his rebellion would be any different from the countless that had preceded it,” Lord Tywin explained, and there was a tone in his voice that suggested he was laughing at me. Well, Tywin Lannister did not laugh. Not anymore, they said.

But that did not keep him from mocking.

“If that was truly your opinion, then you ought to have simply not joined the war at all. But you cheated, Lord Tywin. If you hadn’t joined the war at all, you only would’ve been a coward. Instead you joined when it suited you and became a cheat and a coward,” I snapped with a sort of conviction. No excuse he would make might convince me otherwise.

“You are a fool, girl. If you truly believe that fighting in wars is honorable, I pray that your father never makes the mistake of putting you in charge of House Tyrell’s army. I did what was best for House Lannister. That is not cheating, nor does it make me a coward. I protected and provided for my family, just as any smart man would. And even if you are utterly stupid I don’t believe anyone so dumb as to not understand that,” he scowled, taking another step toward me and towering over my frame. I was too confident and too self assured to be frightened. Not only that, but there was no hope of containing my anger now. I had liked being called stupid just as much as he had liked being called a coward. Though, a girl of 14 expresses that anger much differently than a man of 55. At least, one would hope.

“I am not stupid! You just don’t like hearing criticism because you cannot stand the fact that you aren’t entirely untouchable! I am not like the cowardly men who quiver at your feet, Lord Tywin. I know better now, for the man before me is not the fearsome and powerful man that I had heard so much about. You are nothing but a bitter and cruel coward that somehow thinks he deserves respect. I assure you, Lord Tywin, that when I get that army I will command it better than you have ever commanded yours,” I hissed at him, volume rising with my anger. In a matter of minutes, the man who I had originally believed to be Kevan Lannister was now the most disgusting person I’d ever met. It somehow infuriated me even further that he had deceived me in that way, for I had been vulnerable in front of this awful man. It was a lesson, I supposed.

“Get. Out.”

Those two words were the only thing that came from him, but there was clearly an even deeper anger inside of him. I could see it in his blue eyes, now having turned to utter ice. He was clearly unaccustomed to this ‘disrespect’, and it was a wonder that he held his tongue. He did not want to start another war over a 14 year old girl, I suspected.

Either way, I did as he asked with a final scowl and hot glare. I truthfully had no desire to see or speak to this man ever again, and I felt certain that our trip would be cut short. I was correct, of course. The moment that my father and grandmother heard of what had happened from Lord Tywin, they—and by they, I mean my father alone—apologized profusely. It was an awkward scenario that had unfortunately arisen because I refused to tell them what had happened.

I would never forget the carriage ride back to Highgarden. My father had been so furious he had opted to ride separate from us. My grandmother alternatively tried to be more reasonable, but it did little good to an angry 14 year old.

“I can admit that Lord Tywin is not exactly pleasant company, (Y/N), but I cannot understand what has infuriated the two of you so deeply. Both of you behaved like children if you ask me,” she scoffed, placing her hand over her cup so her wine wouldn’t spill as we hit a bumpy spot. I refused to look at her, only looking out the window. She grabbed my face then, forcing me to turn my head.

“(Y/N), if you refuse to make amends or at least apologize to Lord Tywin, your father is never going to make you head of the army. Even if I think that the Lord of Casterly Rock deserved to be told off for once, it has caused Mace considerable embarrassment. Show him that you aren’t just a little girl and that you’re mature enough to handle the responsibility of an army. It’s not just leading men that matters, my dear. It’s being able to find common ground, too,” my grandmother continued, taking another offense. I did consider her words, and for much longer than I normally would’ve when I was angry, but it still did not produce any major breakthrough for me. Not at 14, anyways.

“Be honest, grandmother. All that father wants is to put Loras in charge. If I am going to do something to convince him that I deserve our army, it’s going to be on my own terms. I refuse to be like him, acquiescing to ‘better’ men. Only men can afford to be weak in this world, and you know that. No, I will not apologize to or compromise with Lord Tywin,” I said, huffing out with a sort of determination. A fire came into my eyes then, and even if I had not noticed it, my grandmother certainly had. “In fact, I will take it a step further. Not only do I refuse to apologize to that insufferable cunt, but I vow, grandmother. I vow that I will hate Tywin Lannister for the rest of my life.”

My grandmother remained silent in response to my claim, and when I realized that she was not going to reply, I merely sighed and looked out the window once more. She may have thought I was being dramatic in my anger, but I knew that my statement was truthful. I would hate that man until my dying day, and there was nothing that would ever change that.

#tywin lannister #tywin lannister x reader #a lion in the garden #charles dance #game of thrones x reader #game of thrones #house lannister #house tyrell

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Ladies of "Loyalty" (Alana Lannister)

I am making profiles for every important woman in my Aemond x Reader series "Loyalty".

Name: Alana Lannister

House: Lannister

Loyalty during "The Dance": Green

Date of Birth: 120 AC

Family: Distant relative of the main Lannister branch

Alana Lannister was born to Lancel Lannister and Ann Reyne. She grew up with her mothers side of the family at their set Castamere. Lancel Lannister resided in Kings Landing in the mean time. She was followed by two younger brothers, the eldest to inherit Castamere. As a child there were talks of Alana possibly marrying Prince Daeron Targaryen. This was put aside as it was felt Tyshara Lannister could be a better match. Alana spent her days playing with the little children of Castamere.

Alana was chosen to attend Lord Lannister's new wife Y/n Tyrell. She went to Casterly Rock with other ladies. Being new herself Alana was sympathetic to Y/n's difficulties in settling in. The two became friends. After the Battle of the Gullet Prince Vaeron Velaryon, son of Rhaenyra Targaryen, was captured. Upon Y/n's urging he was put to death. Rhaenyra ordered Y/n's death and an assassin was sent. Unfortunately for Alana she was mistaken for Y/n and slayn in her place. She was buried in the crypts in Csterly Rock.

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Terrible Fic Idea #73: Game of Thrones, but make it Lancelot

As anyone can tell you, I have a terrible weakness for female Jon Snow fics, largely because a female heir to the throne allows you to combine claims and explore facets of Westeros in a way that can't be easily done with rival male claimants. And then I thought: if I can have an Anne Boleyn, why not a Lancelot?

Or: What if Jon Snow, the most famed knight of his generation, had an affair with the Queen of Westeros?

Aka: The Lord Protector Fic

Just imagine it:

Everything follows canon, except Cersei Lannister dies in childbirth with her second child, Myrcella. This bothers her husband not at all and, despite Jon Arryn's urging him to remarry to secure his throne, Robert works his way through a series of brothels and mistresses before being forced to marry 14-year-old Margaery Tyrell in 297 in exchange for House Tyrell paying off some of his debts.

When Jon Arryn dies the following year, Robert and his court head north as per canon. While there, Sir Barristan takes interest in young Jon Snow - perhaps he sees something of Rhaegar in the boy, maybe he imagines he sees something of his presumed uncle Arthur Dayne's talent in him - and offers to raise him to knighthood with the aim of one day serving in the Kingsguard.

Ned is unable to turn down the offer, and reluctantly allows Jon to accompany them to King's Landing.

Jon quickly gains a reputation for gallantry and chivalry to rival either Barristan the Bold or Arthur Dayne - he intervenes when Joffrey tries to have Lady put down, makes a strong showing in the Hand's Tourney, and preforms several small acts of standing up for ladies/smallfolk/children that are quickly mythologized. Within two years he's knighted, with some asking if he will be allowed to take up the Sword of Morning as a presumed bastard of House Dayne.

Princess Myrcella is particularly taken with him after he defends her from Joffrey and demands he become her sworn sword until a position opens up in the Kingsguard.

His actions also draw the attention of Queen Margaery, who is even less happy in her position as queen than Cersei was but much better at hiding it. At first it's just friendship couched in a courtly love tradition, but by 299 they're lovers. When she gives birth to Prince Harlen a year later there's no doubt in her mind that Jon is the father.

Meanwhile, King Robert is almost as taken with Jon as his wife and daughter, for here is a version of Ned Stark who is also knightly, willing to take part in tourneys and feasts and dancing, and cannot help but see Jon as the son he never got to have with Lyanna. Instead of allowing Jon to take a position the Kingsguard as they open up, he showers Jon with riches and titles.

After winning a huge purse at the tourney in honor of Prince Harlen's second birthday - and Queen Margaery's second pregnancy - Jon is named Lord Cargyll, taking up the name and lands of the extinct Crownlands house of the same name, changing the golden goose in their banners to a golden direwolf.

After a falling out with Renly a year later, Jon is named Master of Laws...

...and six months later Robert's vices finally catch up with him, infamously being found dead in brothel of particularly ill-repute following an orgy.

Joffrey, now 17, is still very much his mother's son. One of his first acts on being named king is to declare his father's second marriage invalid and his half-siblings, Prince Harlen and Princess Lenna, bastards. His second act is to declare most of his father's Kingsguard and small council traitors for allowing his father to be "lured" to the brothel where he was "assassinated by Targaryen loyalists."

This naturally goes down badly, and though some of the lords named are captured and executed - Ned Stark, Petyr Balish, and Grand Maester Pycelle among them - most manage to escape. Jon in particular is able to get Margaery and the royal children to his lands in the Crownlands, and start raising a rebellion in Prince Harlen's name.

Robb ends up leading an army south to avenge his father, as per canon, but is never named King in the North. He does win several key victories against Tywin Lannister in the west, eventually taking Tywin himself captive. His victories earn him the nickname the Hammer of the West, a la Edward I.

Jon leads the fighting against the Lannister forces in the east, eventually taking King's Landing. The fact that he's able to keep his army from sacking the city and offers Joffrey the chance to take the black earns him the nickname Jon the Just. (Joffrey naturally refuses, tries to attack Jon in a rage, and is very swiftly killed in self-defense.)

In the aftermath, 4-year-old Harlen is crowned king. His mother Margaery is named Queen Regent, with Jon being asked to serve as Lord Protector of the Realm instead of taking one of the open spaces in the Kingsguard. He agrees, and two years later weds Margaery in a ceremony forever known as the Rose Wedding. (It's not as flash as the Golden Wedding, but is still something else.)

Meanwhile, Tywin is sent into exile for his part in abetting Joffrey's actions, with Tyrion taking over as Lord of the Rock. He and Sansa eventually wed and, though their marriage is never one of love, both are are content with their choice.

Robb marries Myrcella. Theirs does end up being a love match, becoming taken with each other when they first meet in the aftermath of Harlen's Rebellion. After their marriage they seem to make it their effort to make up for all of House Stark's losses, eventually having eleven children live to adulthood and marry into various important houses. By their deaths they're known as the Grandparents of Westeros.

Jon goes to his grave thinking he is Ned Stark's son, not knowing he's inadvertently brought about a Targaryen restoration.

Bonuses include: 1) the full force of angst and drama being brought to bear on Jon and Margaery's relationship, from its start as a mutual crush when they first come to each other's attention on the journey from Winterfell until they finally marry in 306. This should include Jon's desire never to father a bastard, Margaery's awareness that infidelity in a queen is treason, and their inability to keep away from each other. Extra bonus points if Margaery is able to pass Harlan and Lenna off as Robert's even to Jon, and not admit the truth until many years later; 2) every possible Camelot illusion that can be made to King Robert's court, made with the full knowledge that the beauty and glamor and chivalry of both courts is just smoke and mirrors, and one doesn't have to go looking very hard to find the gritty, painful, ugly reality beneath; 3) Jon using his time as Lord Protector to force through something like the Magna Carta, which enshrines basic rights that even kings must follow far more than the RL document actually did; and 4) Sansa having a prominent B-plot, slowly realizing during her time at court that not everything can be a song. The turning point of this is not Ned's execution, but her discovery of Jon and Margaery's affair years before - and her active choice to cover for them so that someone at least gets their happy ending.

And that's all I have. As always, feel free to adopt this plot bunny, just link back to me if you do anything with it.

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#plot bunny #fic ideas #game of thrones #a song of ice and fire #got #asoiaf #jon snow #jon snow is a targaryen #secret affair #chivalry #courtly love #robert baratheon #margaery tyrell #Jon x margaery #targaryen restoration

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annachum · 8 months

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Several GOT ladies in more historically accurate clothing

Since House of the Dragon has inspirations from The Anarchy ( set in 12th century ), and Game of Thrones has inspirations from War of the Roses ( set in 15th century ), I've decided to draw several GOT franchise ladies in more historically accurate fashion

And....here we go.

A drawing I did of Margarey Tyrell in a more historically accurate attire

It is actually a Tudor Era rendition of her iconic blue and gold attire, with stylistic nods to Anne Boleyn btw

A drawing I made of Sansa Stark in a more historically accurate fashion

It is actually a 15th century rendition of a purple and gold outfit that I really like - with stylistic nods to Elizabeth of York

A drawing I did of Rhaenyra Targaryen in a more historically accurate attire

It is a 12th century rendition of a dark blue and gold dragon dress attire that she wore, with stylistic nods to Queen Leah ( Disney animated Sleepinf Beauty ) and Queen Matilda of England

A drawing of Daenerys Targaryen in a more historically accurate attire

Now Daenerys' fashions included beautiful dresses and long skirt armors

I drew Daenerys in a 15th century ladies' armor rendition of a black armor suit of hers that I really like, with stylistic nods to Joan of Arc and Lagertha

A drawing of Alicent Hightower in a more historically accurate attire

This is a 12th century rendition of Alicent's green and gold attire that I like - with stylistic nods to Queen Elinor from Brave, and Adeliza of Louvain

A drawing of Cersei Lannister in a more historically accurate attire

This is a rendition of Cersei in a 16th century rendition of a mahogany and black attire that I've seen her wear ( in my memory ) - with stylistic nods to Caterina di Medici and Mary I Tudor

#game of thrones #GOT historically accurate fashions #12th century fashions #15th century fashions #daenerys targaryen #sansa stark #margarey tyrell #cersei lannister #rhaenyra targaryen #alicent hightower #house of the dragon

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Popular Pairing List Update

The following pairings have more than 10 recent posts in their pairing tag, and are therefore too popular to be posted on Rarepair Thursdays:

Aerith Gainsborough x Tifa Lockhart (Final Fantasy)

Amelia Collins x Zoe Miller (Class of '07)

Anaïs Davis x Bobbie De Bruyn (wtFOCK)

Aninlaphat Sawetwarit x Pilanthita Kasidit (The Loyal Pin)

Anna x Elsa (Disney Princesses)

Applejack x Fluttershy (My Little Pony)

Azula x Ty Lee (Avatar: The Last Airbender)

Barbara Holland x Nancy Wheeler (Stranger Things)

Bérénice Leblond x Carla Furiani (Ici tout commence)

Blaze x Kristina Corinthos Davis (General Hospital)

Buffy Summers x Cordelia Chase (Buffy the Vampire Slayer)

Cady Heron x Regina George (Mean Girls; Mean Girls Musical)

Cate Randa x May Olowe Hewitt (Monarch: Legacy of Monsters)

Clary Fray x Isabelle Lightwood (The Mortal Instruments)

Darcy Lewis x Wanda Maximoff (Marvel Cinematic Universe)

Delia Ketchum x Jessie (Pokemon)

Dorcas Meadowes x Marlene McKinnon (Harry Potter)

Dorcas Meadowes x Narcissa Malfoy (Harry Potter)

Earth x Sun (23.5)

Eileen Dunlop x Rebecca (Eileen)

Eve Unwin x Suki Panesar (Eastenders)

Falin Touden x Marcille Donato (Delicious in Dungeon)

Fluttershy x Rarity (My Little Pony)

Ginny Weasley x Pansy Parkinson (Harry Potter)

Gwen Runck x Nikki (That 90's Show)

Gwen Stacy x Mary Jane Watson (Marvel Comics)

Jack Danvers x Keeley Jones (Ted Lasso)

Kristi Miller x Marielle (From)

Harper Row x Stephanie Brown (DCU; Gotham Knights)

Harumoto Itsuki x Hayashi Fuyu (Chaser Game W)

Ink x Pa (Bad Buddy)

Jamie x Marian (Drive-Away Dolls)

Jiang Zhaoyun x Lan Ze (Legend of Yunze)

Lady Hideko x Sook Hee (The Handmaiden)

Luce x Rachel (Imagine Me & You)

Margaery Tyrell x Sansa Stark (A Song of Ice and Fire)

Padmé Amidala x Sabé (Star Wars)

Prang x Warang (Love Senior)

Sabine Wren x Shin Hati (Star Wars)

The following pairings have been posted less frequently recently, and have therefore been removed from the popular pairing list:

AJ Campos x Paige Evans (Crush)

Alex Cabot x Olivia Benson (Law & Order: SVU)

Amalia True x Penance Adair (The Nevers)

Amanita Caplan x Nomi Marks (Sense8)

Ana Servín x Mariana Herrera (Madre sólo hay dos)

Anne Shirley x Diana Barry (Anne of Green Gables; Anne With An E)

Ava Coleman x Janine Teagues (Abbott Elementary)

Beca Mitchell x Chloe Beale (Pitch Perfect)

Becky Baker x Imogen Moreno (Degrassi: The Next Generation)

Bette Porter x Tina Kennard (The L Word)

Casey Gardner x Izzie (Atypical)

Deena Johnson x Samantha Fraser (Fear Street)

Eleanor Levetan x Gabbi Broussard (Do Revenge)

Frankie Bergstein x Grace Hanson (Grace and Frankie)

Frannie Langton x Marguerite Benham (The Confessions of Frannie Langton)

Héloïse x Marianne (Portrait of a Lady on Fire)

Imogen Temult x Laudna (Critical Role)

Jen Harding x Judy Hale (Dead to Me)

Jules Vaughn x Rue Bennett (Euphoria)

Keeley Jones x Rebecca Welton (Ted Lasso)

Malini x Priya (The Jasmine Throne)

Maria Hill x Natasha Romanoff (Marvel Cinematic Universe; Marvel Comics)

Riri Williams x Shuri (Marvel Cinematic Universe; Marvel Comics)

Shelby Goodkind x Toni Shalifoe (The Wilds)

#wlw #femslash #fxf #lesbian #femslashrevolution #femslash revolution #Rarepair Thursdays #mod post #popular pairing list

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papermoonloveslucy · 4 months

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RIP JANIS PAIGE

1922 - 2024

Janis Paige was born Donna Mae Tjaden in Tacoma, Washington. Moving to Hollywood after high school, she made her screen debut in 1944. She made her Broadway debut in 1951 and three years later starred in "The Pajama Game" with John Raitt. The show won the 1955 Tony Award for Best Musical. When the film was made, her role went to Doris Day. But when the film of "Silk Stockings" was made in 1957, she landed the role of Peggy Dayton.

On television, Paige started working for Desilu on their variety show "Shower of Stars" in 1958. The following year she appeared in "Chez Rouge" for the Westinghouse-Desilu Playhouse, introduced by Desi Arnaz.

In 1960 she appeared on an episode of the Desilu sitcom "The Ann Sothern Show" (above left with Ann Tyrell). That same year she also appeared on Desilu's "Here's Hollywood." In 1963, she did a week of the Desilu game show "You Don't Say" with Gale Gordon. She returned to the show several more times through 1969.

In 1966 Paige finally appeared with Lucille Ball in the Bob Hope Special "My Leading Ladies". With Hope and Ball Paige also appeared in “Women I Love: Beautiful But Funny” (1982) and “Bob Hope's Road to Hollywood” (1983).

Paige was married three times. She died at her Los Angeles home on June 2, 2024, at the age of 101.

#janis paige #lucille ball #desilu #obituary #silk stockings

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intriguingpeoplebyangelafloyd · 5 months

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Natalie Dormer as Margaery Tyrell in Game of Thrones

Natalie Dormer is an English actress who has worked on both stage and screen. She was born in Reading, Berkshire, and is of English, Norwegian, Welsh and Irish descent. She first studied dancing before studying drama. She was in a relationship with director Anthony Byrne in 2007 and broke up in 2018. Since 2018, she’s been in a relationship with David Oakes and the couple has a child. Dormer is involved in numerous charities, including charities for children, Barnardos, World Humanitarian Day, the plight of refugees, violence against women and children, and child marriage.

Dormer has also appeared in Casanova (2005), W.E. (2011, Queen Elizabeth), The Hunger Games (2014, Cressida), Patient Zero (2018), The Tudors (2010, Anne Boleyn), Agatha Christie’s Marple (2009), Game of Thrones (2012-2016, Margaery Tyrell), The Scandalous Lady W (2015), Picnic at Hanging Rock (2018, Mrs. Appleyard), and The Dark Crystal (2019).

#nataliedormer#margaerytyrell#gameofthrones

#natalie dormer #nataliedormer #margaery tyrell #margaerytyrell #game of thrones #gameofthrones #Youtube

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Conversation between King Cedric Tyrell of the Reach, and Lord Omer Florent, Lord Commander of the Kingsguard: The Ghosts that Remain. / @omerflorent

setting: the king of the reach is seen walking through the corridors towards the chambers of the lord commander. there he waits for the guards to enter, announcing his presence before walking in. the atmosphere seems as though something is rushed and tense - he clutches something leather in his hands.

and when the king finally cried, it were as though he would not stop. cedric tyrell's cries were quiet, as though he were suffocating - his shoulders heaved as though his soul tried to leave his body. as though his chest would burst, and the walls of highgarden itself would collapse, and the kingdom with it.

ooc: cedric finally asks one of his florent cousins to translate the brightwater tongue found within his mother’s diary. the consequences reveal what he always feared.

cedric: “leave us.” and his tone is on edge, as though he needed to do this now. lest he find himself wishing to never know the truth. “i need you to read something for me.”

omer: and the lord commander looked up as the king came in to further clear the room. rising from his seat he placed his hand on his king's shoulder and led him to the small solar where lucrezia wasn't in the bath. “what is it?” and he takes the book, opening it up, fingers moving over the fine writing. the familiar language. “what is this, cedric?”

cedric: and in his movement and actions, he barely considers the reasons why omer would have directed him to the solar. his feet seemed to move, but cedric recognised nothing about his surroundings, only fixing a look on omer's striking blue hues. they haunted him. as though they were not etched upon his face too. was he cursed by the gods to have his mothers eyes, as a reminder of his failure of her? “my mother’s. she drafted a letter before sending it, to her cunt brother. your cunt father. translate this.” and he pointed directly at words that were in the brightwater tongue.

(my lord brother of brightwater, i implore you to reconsider your rejection of wardship for your nephew. cedric is sharp in his wit and sharper still with his tongue, and has been raised as a son of brightwater in his own way. i wish for him to be safe within this world, especially now more than ever. there is none other i would trust with looking over my son but you, my gracious lord. the concern and insult for oldtown’s ambitions continuing beyond this war are shared; in this, i assure you, highgarden and brightwater remain the most steadfast of allies. no son of brightwater would be sent to ward with oldtown; as you have always taught me. concerns are, very high. a constant priority. a constant thought. tá amanna is cosúil m'fhear céile as a meabhair. tá amanna ann is dóigh liom go ndéanfaidh sé dochar dom. i wish for my son to see a piece of what it means to have florent blood, my lord - and if this were possible, you would have my utmost and undeniable gratitude. perhaps my lord can consider the strengths of having a tyrell ward; it will give your own noble and virtuous son another to depend on. má tharlaíonn aon rud dom, le do thoil a ghlacadh mo mhac. please tell my nephew his aunt thinks of him. i have tried to send him some correspondence, however believe to have yet gotten a response; perhaps it is not getting through for i do not know where to reach him. guím ort, a thiarna. deartháir mór. yours, lady eloise of highgaren. do dheirfiúr beag.)

omer: and he reads it, he reads it several times. he doesn't look up at his king as he makes sure he is reading what's before him. he's never seen this letter among what he searched from his father's possessions. “sometimes...my husband seems mad. there are times i think he will hurt me. i pray to you, my lord. big brother. your little sister.” and he reads it again to himself, he knew cedric didn't know the old tongue... even the simple parts...must have looked like gibberish.

cedric: and for a moment, there is no reaction at all. he watches the fox of brightwater reread the words again, and then again, almost as though he needed to be sure of what he was reading. and for a moment, cedric himself felt as though he were preparing to hear an abomination. he felt as though he needed to clutch the soil before feeling the world shake and end beneath him. “...she wanted the families to be closer.” and he goes silent again. he remembers the way eloise tyrell would speak of brightwater, speak of the pipes and the flutes, even would show him a style of dance in which his young mind thought her feet would break for the way they danced against the wood beneath the soles of her feet. “take my son.” and there was a slight laugh that came from his lips, but it was not his usual chuckle. it sounded as though he were laughing at the gods. at his life.

omer: and he says nothing, it's not appropriate. he stands there looking at the other. watching his cousin. they son of the pearl they called him. upon his birth they played the horns and pipes for him. omer was 3, his mother just died and his father wouldn't parade but he remembered the way the folk cheered for him. omer; and his chuckle causes a crack across the surface of his demeanor, his heart. his brother stands there, his king, and there's nothing he can do to make him feel better. words were wind and did little to mend the broken.

cedric: “she said she didn't think our mother would have done this to herself. in the maze. before you found us.” and slowly, then suddenly, it were as though he had been bounced into action. his pace seemed to have him dart, like a fox, from the side of omer and suddenly he were beside the crackling fireplace in one of the small solars in the lord commander's chambers. “before he ordered an arrow to her neck.” and he looked directly at omer, his hand moving to each of the diary pages, his rips violent. page by page, the sound of it loud, for cedric did not raise his own voice. “on her wedding day. our sister, on her wedding day.” and the pages were being crumpled into a fist, before being thrown into the fire. he did not wait for them to crumple before throwing more, a sudden burst of movement coming in him throwing the entire leather bound into the fireplace. it needed feeding. and the rage in which he threw it with almost caused embers to end up on the rug. “helena was right.”

omer: and the sudden movements of the other don't startle him as he watches, gazes over him. he started moving toward him as he ripped at the pages and asked the question. as he repeated the words of helena, the sweet girl stolen from them. ;and while it sounds the other knows his sister was right, omer didn't need to tell cedric she was right because they read the words. the lord commander spoke them out loud. and when he was in front of the other, he could only think about those nights he spent alone after the north and the nights he wished for something more than what he had. and he couldn't let his little cousin. his little brother live a life with nothing. and so he pulled the man into his arms, holding him close. tight so the other couldn't escape from the hug.

cedric: and there was no reaction as the lord commander moved closer to him, and for a moment he began to feel as though the walls of this cursed solar were caving in on them. and it were as though every instinct within him seemed to scream at the seven heavens and hells alike at the mere touch of omer florent, his reaction being to try and push him off. “goldengrove...i was in GOLDENGROVE, with....” and his voice suddenly booms, and there is no sadness in it. only loss. he was in goldengrove with his dead best friend upon the news that both lord and lady tyrell had seemingly died, only none had told him of how twisted it was until he was home to view the shrouds themselves. and he ignored it, for he knew how poisoned ivy seemed to spread within his family home. “poisoned her...his wife.” and the entire time he is shouting, he cares not for who overhears him, servants or whoever else were in these chambers. and how much better was he? had he too not killed the woman he had taken as wife? and his tone changed from angry, to a sense of desperation; desperation in trying to figure out what it was he was doing here. what was he supposed to do with this information?

cedric: and despite asking him to get off him, he clung to the lord commander; he clung to the cousin who should have been in his life so much sooner. his mother wanted them together. and when the king finally cried, it were as though he would not stop. cedric tyrell's cries were quiet, as though he were suffocating - his shoulders heaved as though his soul tried to leave his body. as though his chest would burst, and the walls of highgarden itself would collapse, and the kingdom with it. and he stayed that way, silently begging for forgiveness. not from any of the gods people fell on their knees for. he prayed the pearl of brightwater would have forgiven him in her last moments. forgiven him now, wherever she was.

#the fact all this happens whilst lu is casually in the bath next door is the funniest shit he has no clue #cedric: 3 year pending break down omer: oh my god wtf lu; where's the soap???#c: omer #if i only could make a deal with god and get him to swap our places (eloise&cedric tyrell)#watch as the world comes tumbling down ; when it does i'll right behind you (cedric&omer)#house tyrell ; the whole tree does not die because one branch falls (the uprooting of the roses)

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