[F4M][Long-Term] The Rose of Highgarden. 🌹

NSFW

I am 18+ and all participants and characters must be 18+.

Hello! I've been roleplaying for ages. I'm 30+, have a ton of time to roleplay, I'm an affable mom-friend type, and I'm a complete dork. I absolutely love making detailed servers with headcanons, soundtracks, image edits, and more. I wear my heart on my sleeve and love to gush over our story and long-term plans for it.

I've gotten the urge recently to jump back into the world of 'A Song of Ice and Fire'/'Game of Thrones.' Specifically, I'm looking to write a long-term story with me taking on the role of Margaery Tyrell. She's my favorite character in the entire franchise and I just love her to bits.

I'm open to hearing story ideas for her and I've got a few of my own. I tend to prefer AU's, though. I will say, preemptively, that I'm not interested in putting her opposite Robb Stark or Jon Snow. I know those tend to be people's favorite ships for her; but I've just never had much of an attachment to either. I'd be more keen for something with her opposite Prince Oberyn Martell or perhaps an OC. Though, I've been receiving nothing but OC offers as of late, so it'll take an extremely interesting on to get me to go down that route at the moment.

But, yeah! I'm not locked in on any one thing. It's just been ages since I've written my best Westerosi girl and I've missed her. 🥰

YOU MUST BE:

Polite
Creative.
Enthusiastic.
Able to write in 3rd person.
Available on Discord.
Over the age of 21.
A lover of both plot and pleasure.

KINKS: Romance, affection, seduction, D/s dynamics, powerplay, anal, impreg (my favorite,) toys, restraints, possessive partners, roughness, risky situations, semi-clothed sex, dirty talking, MFM, deep-throating, gentledomming. Here's a more complete kink list.
HARD LIMITS : children, incest, animals, cheating/cuckolding, bimbofication, mind break, bathroom play and extreme sexual violence.

^If ^you're ^interested ^and ^DM ^me, ^please ^make ^the ^subject ^line ^your ^current ^favorite ^song, ^just ^so ^I ^know ^you've ^read ^this ^post ^from ^top ^to ^bottom.

#WRITING SAMPLE. ^(❗This sample was taken from an AU concept. This is not necessarily the scenario I want to play out. It's more a demonstration of my writing ability and my portrayal of Margaery.❗)

Margaery the Kind. The Princess of the People. The Golden Rose of Highgarden. They were just three of the affectionate titles that had been laid upon her head. There were more -- whispered reverently in court and amongst the common-folk.

For almost a decade, the sole daughter of House Tyrell had dwelled within King's Landing. While Garlan ruled Highgarden, Olenna had been insistent that both she and her granddaughter belonged at court to support dear Willas in a role he had never been quite prepared for until it had been thrust upon him. Oh, yes -- the House Tyrell was known for their ambition; but it had been Margaery with whom they'd planned to cultivate power. Then, the Rebellion had happened and with the power of the Citadel and the Reach behind them, Willas the Wise had filled the power vacuum that emerged with the deaths of the Mad King, Prince Rhaegar, and Robert Baratheon.

Regardless of what one thought about their politicking, peace and prosperity had flourished in the aftermath of the horrors of Robert's Rebellion. Willas was a good man and that was reflected in the decisions and decrees he made in the all-important weeks that followed his sudden ascension. He had managed to stitch the Seven Kingdoms back together; and, since then, had done all he could to be a king worthy of his crown.

He was admired by so many. It was a pity that his own wife was an exception. Queen Cersei was as cold to him as she was to the subjects her husband ruled over. Margaery's good-sister would never be spotted in places like Flea Bottom; but the Princess of Roses was there almost every day -- when she wasn't hawking or riding or sailing or hosting gatherings in the gardens of the Red Keep. Gardens that Margaery herself had designed and helped to cultivate. One could take the girl out of Highgarden, but couldn't take Highgarden out of the girl, so to speak.

The city was abuzz. The weather was becoming warmer and the bounty of the Reach had begun to flow into King's Landing -- along with retinues from all over the realm and even from across the Narrow Sea. A grand tourney was being held to celebrate the arrival of a glorious summer. However, everyone knew the true reason such an event was being held. At twenty, Queen Cersei had made her husband see that it was time for his dear sister to wed. To start a happy, fruitful life far from the obligations of life at court. Cersei insisted it was a kindness to the girl. She did so much for others. She deserved to find love and start a family in her chosen husband's castle far, far away so that she could focus on herself instead of troubling herself with the petty concerns of the city's people.

How sweet she is to think of me, Margaery had thought bitterly when Cersei initially presented the idea over dinner several moons ago.

To say she was displeased would be an understatement. Yet, despite her cleverness and attempts to press upon her brother that she was happy with her life at court, Tywin Lannister -- the Hand of the King -- had ensured that Willas followed through with the plan. After all, Margaery couldn't remain unmarried and at his side forever.

On this particular day, the Princess could be found just a few streets over from the Street of Silk, seated upon the edge of a fountain with dozens of children seated before her. An empty basket sat beside her and the apples within it had been passed out to the little ones who were happily eating the bounty of the Reach while Margaery recited a tale to them from the Summer Isles -- about a maiden who was left as a sacrifice to a beast, but managed to escape death by singing a song so sweet and so sad that it brought the monster to tears.

"... And as the terrifying creature wept, his tears became a puddle. Then a river. Coursing waters strong enough to carry the maid away, to where her brave knight awaited her. He drew her out of the briny waters and into his arms. He pledged his life and heart to her; and they lived happily ever after in a cottage they built beside that newly-formed river. The End." She set aside the book she had been reading from and beamed at the children as they clapped, squealed, and laughed. She loved that sound. She would never grow tired of it.

Posted Nov 2, 2025, 12:04 AM UTC