hi i’m mary, also as know as mantarys in asoiaf universe or in any other reality i am. i’m somewhere between woolf’s writing style and anaïs nin’s perversity; i rarely post online, but I’m always keeping an eye on things. i’m 17 and a taurus (even though i don’t really believe in signs). (basic dni, same s/o dni)

past lives: alicent hightower, helaena targaryen, virginia woolf, maren yearly, claudia de pointe du lac, jeff buckley, lucy gray baird, lucrezia borgia.

the fate has already fucked me sideways

sucession/writer asoiaf 𓂃 mantarys targaryen—sweet, fragile, and laced with irony—though raised far from the family’s reach, blossomed as the favoured protégée of ceo daeron targaryen, a philanthropist known to the world as the good. by the age of fifteen, she already held sixteen percent of the company’s shares, and from that tender hour onward, she has stood as a formidable contender for the greatest luxury conglomerate ever built, an ever-ripening threat to all who seek to lay claim to the house of the dragon.

⠀⠀ ⠀𓅛 tag: the storyteller

⠀⠀ 𓅛 lover: clark kent

but every road leads to an end

game of thrones 𓂃 mantarys targaryen, the eldest of the targaryen triplets, blossomed under the watchful eyes of the red keep as the true delight of the realm. where her twin brother, aerion, harbored the volatile storm of their lineage, and her sister, maegelle, walked in quiet, shadowed austerity, mantarys was all grace and summer warmth—a stark and radiant contrast to the siblings she shared of her birth. to honor her coming of age, a grand tourney was proclaimed, drawing the realm's finest to the capital. the prize was unmatched, a treasure beyond gold or high lordships: the hand of the eldest dragon daughter. the bravest knights in christendom descended upon the grounds, a sea of shining armor and fluttering banners, each desperate to claim her. yet, amidst the clash of steel and the roar of the commons, only one soul possessed the power to conquer her heart as well as the field. clark baratheon, a warrior carved from the very stone of storm's end, rode into the lists with a fierce and singular devotion. he would shatter any lance, unseat any rival, and defy the heavens themselves to achieve his burning desire: to place the crown of love and spring upon mantarys's silver-gold brow, and to claim the dragon's daughter, above all else, as his wedded wife.

⠀⠀ ⠀𓅛 tag: the spring princess, of brave and beauty.

i affirm I’m in my desired reality and then idgaf, i just go to sleep making fake scenarios in my head. don’t bother if you don’t wake up in your dr, you are there even if you don’t see it. repeat that process until you “shift” (you already shifted)

your thoughts create your reality. the other day i was thinking, "wow, i really wish i had a thousand dollars to spend," and then a few days later (today) i had a thousand dollars to spend, and i even spent more ($1,500). everything that you want, wants you more so just relax (seriously, it’s that easy)