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I want to be with you.

#attention mali i am dead #( * ! and our joy was so bright we could see nothing else but the other | renly&loras. )

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#( * ! i feel compelled to say out loud : life is simply too fucking short. | renly muse ) #this is also me

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King Louis XIV Philippe d'Orléans part [1] [2] [3]

#( * ! i feel compelled to say out loud : life is simply too fucking short. | renly muse )

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@icekraken​ | renly + theon | the wedding

it was no surprise to anyone - once he’d stopped drowning himself in wine and denial and quippy, hurtful remarks thrown at almost everyone - that renly hated weddings. he’d hated weddings since the second he’d fallen in love with loras and realised they could never marry, and then he’d somehow hated weddings even more when loras had died in an accident the gods themselves could never have predicted. was it his own fault for being bitter? yes, but could anyone really blame him? also yes, but it wasn’t as if renly overmuch cared. the lord of storm’s end masked his biting words with his characteristic baratheon charm and blue eyes always bright with mischief he’d cultivated into an art form. and if anyone at the king in the north’s wedding objected, well. he objected to their drab, grey clothes and boring prattle about honour as well, so they were even.

“ theon greyjoy, ” renly began, nursing an empty glass of piss poor arbor wine yet wearing an easy smirk like it was a velvet doublet embroidered specifically for him. despite...well, everything, tensions between them had cooled since leaving highgarden. and while the stormlord had seen the youngest greyjoy after the man’s uncle had wreaked havoc on the allied camps and simultaneously made stannis seem rational in comparison, he supposed he might as while chance another conversation. one murderous bastard’s relative to another and whatnot. “ are the wedding celebrations making you emotional? ”

#( * ! theon greyjoy | thread ) #( * ! threads | renly baratheon ) #( * ! closed starter. )

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@ofkingsblccd​ | renly + edric | the red keep

renly was aware of two very important things, especially now that he was in danger of becoming as crabby and boring as stannis was as a babe: king’s landing really was the closest thing to an infected sore as any city could get, but he also complained far too much for someone who ridiculed stannis for doing the very same. yet with robert and loras dead and gone for so long now, the king’s landing he once remembered had faded into the past. it was almost as if he was experiencing the city anew. ( it was just as bad as it had always been, maybe even somehow worse, but who was renly to judge? judgement was only a flyaway hobby to him. ) after spending too long in too many strangers’ company, the lord of storm’s end had retreated back to the safe company of his favourite nephew instead. or was edric his only nephew now?

“ i used to hate that statue of robert, ” he muttered, features pulled into a tight wince as he looked at it. walking around the gardens, he’d forgotten the thing even existed - but here it was, looking all too much like every baratheon son did. “ there’s another one around the corner that looks exactly like stannis on his five-and-twentieth nameday, but don’t worry. ” he turned to his nephew, expression almost too neutral to even look bored, but blue eyes alight with amusement. “ it’s just robert a few years after he got married. ” edric was robert’s only recognised bastard; a son raised at storm’s end with renly himself, by renly himself. but they knew two very different versions of the king that was.

#( * ! threads | renly baratheon ) #( * ! edric storm | thread ) #( * ! closed starter. ) #MARIE MY BB I HOPE THIS IS FINE

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Jackson Avery + important close-ups

#( * he smiled and his face was like the sun. | renly visage ) #renly going thru every step of grief after The Accident #looking so damn good

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ASOIAF meme: 1/9 houses

↳ H O U S E  B A R A T H E O N 

Members of the family tend to be tall and powerfully built, with black hair and blue eyes, as well as strong, square jawlines. They are known for their mercurial tempers. Their words are “Ours is the Fury.”

#( + mya stone. ) #( * ! and we will storm the gods with fire and fury. | house baratheon )

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#( * he smiled and his face was like the sun. | renly visage ) #these are the only two renly gifs i will use now bec LOOK AT THE SMILE

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#his full time plot is chilling as hard as he can #and being cute ofc #cute and chill - a renly baratheon story #( * he smiled and his face was like the sun. | renly visage )

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@armouredrose

#( + loras tyrell ) #( * ! and our joy was so bright we could see nothing else but the other | renly&loras. )

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@ofnightscng | @armouredrose | @valeheir 

#( + loras tyrell ) #( + bryce caron. ) #( + harry hardyng. )

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@ofnightscng

#renly cannot handle bryce ever being mad at him ok #he will pout #( + bryce caron. ) #( * ! i feel compelled to say out loud : life is simply too fucking short. | renly muse )

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@oflioncss | @myastxne 

#he loves his nieces dont @ me i'm emotional #( + mya stone. ) #( + myrcella baratheon. )

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I know I appear strong, but I’m not. Peter is the only one who knows how to calm me, to reassure me, protect me.

#TRY TELLING ME IT AINT A RENLY MOOD @ STANNIS AND ROBERT #( * ! i feel compelled to say out loud : life is simply too fucking short. | renly muse )

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myastxne‌:

[ open starter || the red keep ]

The Red Keep was more beautiful than she had imagined. Mya looked around in awe and the grand hall, the architecture, artwork, the lords and ladies dancing around so elegantly. She was sure she would hate being here, and part of her did for entirely different reasons than the place itself. She found herself actually quite entranced by it and only grew sad that she didn’t get to experience it as she had always dreamed of. And so she stood to the side of the room as people sat and dined, or danced and laughed. Her eyes always managed to land on Cersei Lannister, beautiful, yet deadly, she supposed the woman lived up to the Lannister’s lioness sigil.

At the conclusion of the music, most of the people around her began to disperse, causing her to panic a moment. Although she managed to dress that part of the lady she thought she’d become, she felt completely out of place and was sure Cersei would spot her all alone. She began quickly shuffling with the crowd, accidentally bumping someone on the way, spilling some wine on herself.

“Oh gods, I’m sorry.” She said, exasperated and frustrated that she would make such a silly mistake. Normally she would try and just run off, but she feared the potential back lash from the person she bumped would only cause more attention to herself than owning up to the mistake. “I was just…trying to make sure I snatched myself a seat. It’s quite busy.”

he had always hated king’s landing. the city had taken away his brother, and it never failed to remind him of a war he always felt sore about. then years later, renly had an entirely new reason to hate the capital: cersei lannister. she had shown him nothing but contempt, so renly had taken it upon himself to push her until she couldn’t stand him any longer. and then even more years later, he used king’s landing as a hellish escape from loras: the stormlord stolen away to the capital whenever the tyrell became so distracting that he could think of scarcely anything else. then, king’s landing had been his punishment. now, it was pure madness. 

noticing mya in a particularly sticky situation, renly swooped in with his most charming smile already in full swing. “ oh, i do think my niece meant no harm, lady morrigen. but you do remember king robert’s firstborn child, don’t you?” she didn’t, of course she didn’t. but invoking the baratheon name had always stopped nobles in their tracks. robert might have been an idiot, but he was effective. leading mya away, his smile never slipping, he leaned in to whisper to her. “ don’t feel too badly, you’ve given her a reason to feel interesting for once. ” he paused, smile growing even wider. “ should we dance to give her something else to talk about? ”

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@armouredrose | renly + loras | cersei’s bore

it was entirely his own fault. if he had become a septon, perhaps packed his clothes away and gone off to live a life of colourless boredom, he wouldn’t be here now, blue eyes constantly flitting to loras every few moments - even from across the great hall. just then, he couldn’t think of a single good reason why they had left their chambers. renly could hear the telltale buzz of giggling and flirting, the way everyone’s heads immediately turned towards the knight of flowers when he entered a room - and how could he blame them? the stormlord smiled at the youngest tyrell son every chance he got: not the soft, intensely proud smile he had donned of late; not even the carefree smile he saved for their most comfortable moments. this one was a smirk of full intent, syrupy and sweet.

he had been talking to one of the selmy daughters, a sweet girl who had talked in circles about the knight of flowers. so naturally, renly had grinned his widest and asked her if she might want to be introduced to him. ( he couldn’t ask loras to dance and he couldn’t sit next to him - no, cersei would make sure of that before anything else. so he took his opportunities where he could get them. ) “ ah, ser loras! ” the stag greeted as if he hadn’t seen the knight mere hours ago and wouldn’t be kissing him senseless mere hours later. there was a wickedly fond smile on his face, and renly winked just because he could. and before anyone but loras could see him do it. “ have you met lord arstan’s daughter? she and i seem to be your biggest fans. ”

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ROSAMUND LANNISTER

A Lannister by name and by blood, Rosamund had known that the request to attend Queen Cersei’s feast was little more than a beautifully disguised order; she would represent the family well, though she hoped that she would not carry the name for too much longer. The young woman wore her deep ruby gown with pride, the golden overdress sheer and a lion pendant hanging between her breasts. Her hair was free, curls rippling over her shoulders, with just a bit of the front pulled back so as not to fall into her face. The gathering was much blander than what she was used to, even in King’s Landing, though Rosamund did her best to keep her boredom from her expression.

She supposed that she ought to have found it complimentary to be seated beside Lord Renly of the Stormlands, but as a Lannister, Rosamund thought that spending time with Baratheons was sorely out of fashion. Still, she kept her smile bland and her eyes only partially narrowed as the man stood to applaud the singers, one hand clasped around her golden goblet filled with a Dornish sour. When he sat back down and spoke – perhaps he did not realize she was listening – the young woman allowed herself a laugh, restrained though it may be. “I believe she is. There’s a lovely line about Good King Robert crushing the Greyjoys with his warhammer,” she responded drolly, remembering just how fat and odious the former king had become. Her brow arched. “If Lord Tywin could rise from his grave, I am certain he would be more pleased that his daughter was occupied and not attempting to ruin his carefully set plans.”

he had a notorious reputation - one for parties and scandal and his rapport with littlefinger - but he knew exactly what he was doing. from the baratheon gold shirt doublet he was wearing, embroidered with the smallest roses around the collar; to the way he greeted near everyone with a familiarity and fondness nobody else could manage; to the instinctual way he ensured everyone’s eyes were on him no matter what, renly had mastered the game in a way his brothers never could, and he had a healthy sense of entitlement that masked his true intentions. so he laughed at rosamund’s comment, a wide smile hidden behind the mouth of his goblet. the lord paramount notably disliked the lannisters with every breath he heaved - every breath, he was certain loras had heard an earful one too many times - but he hummed his agreement nonetheless. if having vile relatives was a crime, he was all too guilty as well.

“ if balon greyjoy had waited another ten years, robert wouldn’t have needed a hammer to crush anyone. he could just sit on them. ” it did amuse him how every rebellion ended with subpar minstrels singing his eldest brother’s praises when he hadn’t started his own rebellion or cared much after the grejoy one. cersei really had done her very best work - where would they be if stannis had been hand of the king? “ if lord tywin could rise from the grave, i think he might have one or two questions about his daughter’s taste. ” he smiled his most charming smile, turning to set his gaze upon the woman: there was a hint of curiosity in the curve of his lips, eyebrows raised in an unspoken question. the stag had exchanged pointed comments with tybolt crakehall on their former queen - not that cersei acted like it, gods she was tacky - but who was he to think that rebellious thoughts were solely a man’s province? “ and perhaps the state she’s left the westerlands in. ”

#( * ! threads | renly baratheon ) #( * ! rosamund lannister | thread )