as clever as she is pretty

margaery tyrell. 22. model.

[nightmarevirgo]

☀️🌙✨ tarot questions ✨🌙☀️

the fool: do you have any nicknames? the magician: have you ever written a poem or song about somebody else? the high priestess: what is your dream date? the empress: do you think you will ever get married? the emperor: what are some names that you like? the hierophant: do you believe in ghosts? the lovers: do you have a crush? the chariot: thoughts on astrology? strength: what is your dream occupation?  the hermit: what is your favorite soda pop? wheel of fortune: first three songs that come on shuffle? justice: favorite color of rose? the hanged man: favorite movie soundtrack? death: what are three things you want to do before you die? temperance: can you describe a strange dream you’ve had? the devil: do you enjoy thunderstorms? the tower: favorite colors to wear? the star: have you ever seen a psychic? the moon: have you ever written a love letter? the sun: do you believe in magic? judgement: do you enjoy school? the world: do you like waking up early?

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thebabybaratheon‌:

He let Marg tow him through her family home without any compliant. After all he had asked for this, literally asked her do this. Part of him tried to keep track of where they turned but gave up rather quickly. Renly would just have to accept the fact he’d probably sleep in this study unless Marg felt pity and lead him to some spare bedroom.

Renly chewed his lip as Marg stared at him. He’d promised her an explanation and she deserved one. It was just… ugh. Loras. Explaining that to his sister seemed complicated.

“You never told me he was cute.” He blurted out after a while, making grabby hands at the bottle of champagne. “You were supposed to be the cute Tyrell.”

“I am the cute Tyrell!” Margaery objected, making a face, before she quieted, his words hanging in the air. She had to have seen it coming, had to have predicted it. And yet there it was, and she couldn’t help the small o her mouth formed in response.

Why did all of her brothers have to attract her friends?!

Margaery didn’t speak again until she had taken a long gulp of the champagne, straight from the bottle, before handing it over. She watched her friend carefully, before she took in a deep breath. Still, she couldn’t even try to hide a smile - the two would be great together, she knew it, and her wheels were already starting to turn. “So, Loras.”

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themiraforrester‌:

The comforting fact of being in a club was knowing that she wouldn’t run into anyone she knew. Certainly, her students who were in middle school wouldn’t be at a club and the only people she didn’t want to be see her like this was her family. Ever since the murder in the capital and the rapid amount of riots around the country, her parents cautioned her against going out in public especially after her massive march a month ago. Mira had more than enough responsibility for herself and wasn’t brushing off their concerns but appreciated them. Going to a club like this with Margaery felt like a rushing relief and satisfying comfort in a time like now. She was grateful for Margaery getting them on a list to an exclusive club, only going to places like this with someone like Margaery. Mira could never work wonders at a club and definitely couldn’t get in without her friend. Perhaps she wouldn’t even have come if it weren’t for some persuading by said friend. Mira had donned a tight dress and had her hair down, cascading just over her shoulders. The music pounded in her ears and her limbs felt exhausted from the amount of dancing she had just executed poorly. She fell into the reserved table where Margaery was sitting and sipped eagerly at the drink in front of her. “I promise to get the next round if you dance with me. I am polite but I won’t take no for an answer.”

@littlerxsequeen​

The world was coming undone, but that didn’t mean her social life had to as well. If anything, it was just as important to be seen about now as it was months ago, and there were few better places to be seen. She wore a cropped set in a shade of light blue that matched her eyes, and the grin hadn’t left her face since she and Mira had entered. Margaery had been wanting to spend time with her friend for what seemed to be ages, and she was only happy to share the evening with her. Margaery was sitting now, finishing off her drink as Mira approached. “I only came to sit for a moment - and admire some of the sights.” She arched an eyebrow in the direction of a group of men, before letting herself fall into a fit of giggles with her friend. “But of course I’ll join you. You deserve to be seen tonight!”

[littlerxsequeen]

desmera‌:

Desmera had always done what was expected and though she enjoyed making connections and networking, there were times when she wanted little more than to be at home in her pajamas, drinking a glass of wine as her dog curled up on her feet. But spending time with those she loved, especially family, made it better and she laughed.

“Oh I’ve had a few try. Men, though.” She shrugged, both of them knowing she wouldn’t have given them the time of day. Her brow lifted as she took another sip. “Oh? Well, just because they don’t need to know doesn’t mean that I need to be kept in the dark.” She laughed and ran her hand through a tendril of hair, her drink becoming emptier as she talked. “So, spill. Who are you eyeing tonight?”

“Oh, how awful!” Margaery teased her cousin, her tone light as she shook her head. Family was family, and she would support hers no matter what. She hoped that they all knew that. The Tyrell family was closely intertwined, and she was sure that nothing would stop her from supporting her cousin. “Though I’m sure you’re catching more than just their eyes tonight.”

She took another sip of her drink, grin growing as her eyes flicked around the room. “Well anyone who doesn’t admit a glance at Robb Stark is a liar,” She turned back to her cousin, mischief dancing in her eyes. She was being silly, she knew, but in the comfort of family, it was one of the few times she could let her guard down. 

[littlerxsequeen]

thebabybaratheon‌:

“You are most certainly towards the very tip-top of the list.” He assured her. Renly did mean that, he liked Margaery quite a bit. Before he’d met Loras and all of his very overwhelming glory, she was his favorite Tyrell. Nothing like a blinding smile to upset the ranks. Gods he didn’t have the anything close to the willpower necessary to have kept that from happening.

“Marg my dear, you are a gift to this party and possibly this world.” Renly’s eyes did another quick sweep for a head of golden curls before refocusing. “Get me booze and a private room and you will definitely get the whole story and possibly the sight of me very drunk and attempting to dance.”

“As I should be.” She gave a curt nod, though her eyes were still dancing with a sense of mischief, a kind of sentiment that was usual when he was around. Still, something seemed very different about this night, and she was beginning to detest that she couldn’t figure out what. 

“Tell me something I don’t know,” Margaery’s tone was teasing, but she didn’t miss the way his eyes travelled - what was he looking for? “You forget who you’re talking to.” Taking his hand in her own, Margaery led him through the crowd, stopping only to grab an unattended bottle of champagne, until they were removed from the ballroom completely. She continued to lead the way through the hallways she knew like the back of her hand, before leading him into an old study. Letting him enter, she closed the door behind them, and let herself into one of the chairs, watching him with a raised brow all the while. “Spill.”

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thewillastyrell‌:

Since all of them had jobs that kept them busy, Willas knew he would need to make time to see his siblings. Garlan always was hard to get a hold of and it was a miracle when it happened, but Loras and Margaery were both involved in the fashion industry and Willas had always been proud of them. He had rarely made an appearance at fashion shows, but he always made an exception for his fashionable siblings. The fashion itself was creative and talented and he clapped when the show was over. Instead of filing in the same direction everyone else did, staying around in wait for his sister. 

“Ever heard of a surprise?” Willas goaded, smiling widely at Margaery. “It was great. I don’t really go to these things that often, but my knowledge of fashion thinks it was really nice. Do you get to keep any of it later?” Willas admired his sister’s work ethic and everything that she gave to the community, knowing she was beloved by everyone. “Of course I have time. I’ve been wanting to see you as it’s been too long. I also might need your advice on…a few things.”

There was no trying to hide how she adored her brothers, it was one of the few emotions she let show to the world. And why shouldn’t she? Margaery was proud to be a member of the Tyrell family, and didn’t care who knew. They were well liked throughout the country, and that fact only served to deepen her pride.

As he spoke, Margaery’s grin only widened. “Well warning or not, I’m glad you came.” It wasn’t like Willas to attend these types of events, but it made his presence all the more welcome. “That’s all up to the designer, really. I’d be honored to get to share any of it with the world though.” Her words were chosen carefully, she knew how many were still lurking within earshot, and she refused to give them anything other than her most pristine image. Linking her arm through her brother’s, she began to lead the both of them away from the frenzy, and once they were a safe distance away, she turned to him, raising a brow, “I don’t suppose the things have to do with a certain redhead?”

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ladymyrcellab‌:

“It truly does.” Myrcella beamed. She knew Margaery but it was always good to get to know someone better and Myrcella loved making new friends. “It’s a wonderful party - your brother has really outdone himself tonight. And it seems like a really good size crowd too.” She wasn’t surprised at that though; a Tyrell party was never a disappointment, in her mind. “How have you been?”

“My brother always out does himself,” Margaery’s tone was light, even if her words were true, it was one of the shining traits of her brother. No detail was unthought of, and it was impossible to hide her own admiration of him. Soon, she linked her arm throuh Myrcella’s, offering a smile as she did. “You know me, Myrcella. I can’t be anything other than well.” She squeezed the blonde’s arm a bit, raising her brow, “And you? I can’t imagine things have been easy in the wake of everything.”

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aryaorarentya‌:

@littlerxsequeen​

“Ah fuck.” Nymeria spotted a squirrel in the park across the way and took off at a bolt. The leash that had been wrapped tightly around her wrist pulled her swiftly off her skateboard and stumbling into the sidewalk. The leash slipped off as Nymeria stopped abruptly, realizing what she’d done, but Arya was already laying sprawled on the concrete. The knee of her jeans were completely torn off and the road rash was severe, but the worst of it was that she appeared to have tripped or pulled down another person in the chaos. “Shit.” She grumbled and pushed herself to her feet. Arya quickly wiped her hands off on her thighs and offered them a hand. “Sorry. Nymeria likes to think she’s a hunter.” As the words left her mouth, it dawned on her that she was speaking to one of the Tyrell siblings. Arya tried to make it not so obvious that she immediately tensed. She didn’t trust the Highgarden family in the least. They’d never done anything to her, but that was the problem. They’d never directly done or committed to anything. “Are you alright?”

After a photo shoot in the morning, fresh air was exactly what Margaery needed, before attending a lecture in the evening. Life barreled on, no matter what was going on behind the closed doors of politicians, and Margaery was set to continue with it. The collision was entirely unexpected, and before she knew what was happening, she was on the ground, entangled with someone - was that a dog? She began to pull herself up, looking for any damage to her clothes or person, but besides a rather ugly looking scrape on her arm, she seemed rather unscathed. Still, something like that could put her out of work until it healed properly. 

Her eyes focused on the culprit, and she quickly recognized Sansa’s younger sister standing before her. “I’m fine,” Margaery looked the other girl over, keeping her own emotions hidden behind a well trained facade, “You have nothing to apologize for. Simply a case of being in the wrong place a the right time. Are you okay? Your sister wouldn’t be happy with me if I let you walk away injured.”

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thewillastyrell‌:

If there was a chance to support his siblings in something, Willas always tried to clear his schedule and make an appearance. This morning was a fashion show in the Reach that featured his sister. He had the idea to make a surprise appearance in the front row and then find Margaery after and ask her out to lunch. The show started and Willas only knew who the designer was because of the paper in his seat but he really only came for Margaery. As soon as she appeared on the runway, Willas began clapping, but his hands only clasped together twice when he realized no one else was clapping, instead just admiring the fashion like walking art. Everyone did seem to be taking pictures on their phone for reference, so Willas dug his own phone out and took a picture a more proudful reason. For the remainder of the show, Willas sat in silence and admired the rest of the clothes and then when it was all done, he raised from his seat. 

There were a few people he recognized and shook their hands, but really it was to pass the duration until Margaery was done in the back. He sent her a message to meet him out front, thinking it would be easier to have a point of reference instead of finding her in the throngs of people. When he finally found her, he immediately moved to embrace her, reminding himself to be careful of her hair and makeup. “That was so good. It was such a lovely show. I forget who the designer was but the piece you were wearing was extraordinary. I thought we could find lunch somewhere around here.”

@littlerxsequeen​

Margaery hadn’t expected any of her brothers at the show - none of them had told her they were coming, at least. But the moment she heard the single person clapping in the crowd, she knew it to be Willas. Her face couldn’t reveal that she recognized him, not while she was working, but as soon as she made it backstage, she was as giddy as she had been as a young girl. After the show ended and she made her way into the crowd, stopping to answer a few interviewers’ questions, beaming as she moved, before reaching her brother.

She grinned as they embraced, before taking a step back. “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?” Her tone was light, she wasn’t upset by any means, and she always loved a surprise. “Wasn’t it extraordinary?” Margaery cooed her praises for the designer, knowing that the reporters never truly stopped listening. “She’s new on the scene, but her future is certainly bright.” Her face lit at his suggestion, “Are you sure you have the time? I’d hate to eat into your schedule.”

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thebabybaratheon‌:

“Have to spread the honor around, occasionally.” He wasn’t yet drunk enough to start crying, nor drunk enough to spill every secret in a room full of prying eyes and open ears. Once when he was younger and still in undergrad, he’d said the wrong thing in the right crowd and ended up in the tabloids for months. Renly had gotten smarter since then. The rumors were less accurate now.

Renly chewed on the inside of his cheek and considered what to tell her. Of the people he lied to, Renly disliked lying to her most. No one wanted hear about an awkward infatuation with their sibling after all. “Oh, I don’t think I’ve quite enough booze for that topic yet.” He said with a laugh. “Not yet at least. Give me, oh, four more hours. Or a few Long Island ice teas.”

“As long as you still admit that I’m your favorite.” Margaery could tease until the moon in the sky traded with the sun, but she couldn’t deny the worry that was creeping in as she watched Renly. Something was off with him, and Margaery sensed it was more than the dire circumstances of late. 

Tilting her head to the side, she raised a brow. Everyone had their secrets, and she wasn’t foolish enough to think that Renly had told her everything that ever went through his mind, but him acting this off and not giving her so much as a hint to why was not like them at all. “I do happen to know the host of the party, I’m sure we could make those happen...” she grinned, but still watched him carefully. “Should I be worried?”

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ladymyrcellab‌:

Obviously Myrcella’s plans to attend the gala had never changed. She loved events like this - any event, of course. If she felt a little … hypocritical, after what had happened to Balon Greyjoy, that was something she would have to deal with. It did leave her a bit out of sorts so she had gone looking for a quiet corner to wait in, until she could find her sense of self again.

Margaery’s voice was a welcome distraction from her thoughts and she looked up with a smile. “Why, clearly I was just waiting for your company. It feels like far too long since we’ve had a chance to talk.”

Myrcella was good - much better than Margaery, she was sure. The two got along, but Margaery was still left wondering what was going on beneath the surface. She knew herself to always be calculating, and though she could typically see through others, she couldn’t say the same for Myrcella. It didn’t seem possible for someone to just be good, especially with the current state of their world, and it was all quite intriguing. 

“Tonight seems the perfect chance to remedy that, doesn’t it?” She grinned, stepping close to the other girl. “I hope you’re enjoying yourself this evening?”

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desmera‌:

She attended many of these events and, if she could say such compliments about herself, Desmera thought she was quite good at networking and ensuring that the Redwyne name remained one at the forefront of minds in the Reach. But she much preferred to spend time with her family and friends and seeing Margaery tonight made the networking much more bearable.

Desmera’s laugh echoed in the room and she shook her head. “This old thing?” she asked, winking as she took another sip of her drink. It was a new dress, of course, though she enjoyed the tease of pretending otherwise. “That it is.” She held out her glass to clink against her cousin’s. “Do you have your eyes on anyone?”

Margaery knew her cousin well enough to know that this event was more than just a fundraiser for her, though she supposed the same could be said for any member of their family. Social events were always a chance for the family to grow their reach in the world, and this was no different. She was sure her cousin saw it the same way.

“That old thing fits you like a glove. It’s a wonder anyone was dim enough to leave you on your own.” She returned her cousin’s teasing with a grin of her own, moving her glass to meet the other before taking another sip of her champagne. “I always have my eyes on someone,” it was Margaery’s turn to offer a wink, “not that they need to know that just yet.”

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starksansc‌:

It as one of the biggest social events since the prime ministers birthday party. Despite the disastrous end to the previous event Sansa couldn’t turn down the invitation especially since it came from Loras himself. It was evident to all those in attendance that the Gala had been planned by a Tyrell. Every detail was perfected and the place looked marvelous. She couldn’t remember how she ended up alone staring at all the art, she must’ve lost track of everyone in the daze of mindless chatter. As she stood in front of a large piece, she assumed was donated by the Tyrell’s cousin, her arms perfectly folded over the other. Champagne flute in one hand and red curls surrounding her face that was cocked to one side. 

As much as her intellect wished she was thinking of the hidden meaning behind the piece in front of her. Her thoughts were elsewhere, still confused about her position with Willas and wondering why she cared so much. She was lost in her own thoughts until Margaery’s sweet and familiar voice shook Sansa out of her trance.  “Admiring the art-” She sheepishly admitted finally taking a look around her and coming to the realization the party goers had all moved elsewhere. “- and waiting for you of course.”

Margaery face turned up in her signature grin as Sansa recognized her, pulling the other girl into a hug. She was excited to see her friend, and glad that she had come, though Margaery had her suspicions that very little could have kept Sansa away. Taking a champagne flute from a passing tray, she linked her arm through the redhead’s, turning to face the artwork herself.

“I’m honored, naturally.” She could pretend to be interested in the painting in front of them, but it was no secret that Margaery was far more intrigued to know what was going on in Sansa’s mind. She began to turn, pulling a bit so that the other girl followed, still grinning the whole time. “Why are you admiring the art, when you should be letting people admire you?”

[littlerxsequeen]

shireenbbaratheon‌:

Even if Shireen hadn’t promised Loras that she was going to make it to his benefit gala, there was no way she was going to miss it. It was for a good cause and a good opportunity for film students struggling. It was also nice to celebrate something instead of dealing with the harsh side of reality. This was something that Shireen could get behind.

She had mingled a bit earlier but she needed to recharge a bit before she could continue socializing. It seemed like fate had other plans as Margaery Tyrell locked eyes with her and headed over to her. “ Do I seem lonely? Because that is not what I was going for,” Shireen said with a bit of a laugh.

There was no hiding how proud she was of her brother. The event was certainly impressive, and had drawn in a good group of people. All together, it radiated of success, not that she had expected any less. She had always felt a sense of pride when it came to the accomplishments of her family, and Loras always got the majority of that feeling.

“Anyone by themselves at this sort of an event seems lonely.” Margaery smiled as she shrugged. People came to events to socialize, didn’t they? “I don’t know what you were going for, but I do hope you’re at least enjoying yourself.”

[littlerxsequeen]

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thebabybaratheon‌:

What on earth did he have to do to run into Loras Tyrell at the man’s own party? Renly was nursing his second glass of wine (courtesy of Willas) and doing his best not to sulk. Sylva has left him to go flirt with Desmera, despite Renly’s best puppy dog eyes and frantic text pleas. He knew that sulking in a corner definitely wouldn’t get him closer to Loras and yet he couldn’t seem to to stop. Couldn’t he develop an infatuation with a man with a less active social life?

“My not-date has tragically abandoned me.” He said with a sigh as Margaery approached him. Would it be rude to use her as a wing-woman to get to her brother? Almost definitely. Gods but he couldn’t forget the way Loras smiled. “What brings you over to the sad man sulking corner?”

“I’ll pretend not to be offended that I wasn’t offered that position this evening.” Margaery teased her friend as she set her drink on a nearby table, happy to have found Renly among the crowd. Something was wrong though, she could see it as plain as day on his face. She didn’t like seeing her friends hurting.

“The sad man who’s inhabiting it,” she replied, with a raise of her brow. Of course, there were plenty of things going on that could have caused that face. Life had been less than kind to Renly lately, and Margaery’s heart had been hurting for him, but she couldn’t push away the thought that this might be something different. “What’s going on in that head of yours?”

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desmera‌:

Loras’ Benefit Gala @littlerxsequeen​

Loras’ gala was in full swing and the abundance of alcohol meant that the guests had begun to loosen up. Even the most staunch of traditionalists was not above dancing to the latest rap hit and people watching had never before been as enjoyable as Desmera Redwyne thought it was now. She had yet to interact with Margaery and after doing another lap – and picking up another drink – the elder woman finally caught sight of her.

It did not take long to cross the room and Desmera raised a brow as she saw the dress her cousin wore with the neckline that was lower than she’d chosen for herself. “You look amazing!” She leaned in for an air kiss before pulling back and looking at Margaery once more before her eyes drifted to those around them. “Found anyone to take home yet?”

Margaery’s eyes danced around the room as she took a sip from her drink. She was buzzed enough to feel her inhibitions loosening, but not enough to loose herself completely. She had far too much too much to do to fall into that, anyway. 

She knew her brothers had to be around somewhere, and the rest of her family, and her face brightened as she saw her cousin approaching. “Desmera!” Margaery looked the woman over, grinning as she accepted the compliment. “As if there were any other choice. But look at you!” Her voice cooed, before she raised a playful eyebrow, shaking her head. “No one has proven themselves worthy just yet. But the night his still young.”