#Queen of Thorns

[presumablystrange]

Diana Rigg in the sixties

[tesadoraofphaedra]

[anna-neko]

I'm sorry for lack of artist credit (can't remember! hivemind, help?)

[kellyvela]

show danie is made out to be this smart political figure but olenna easy manipulated her to destroy kl for her

Olenna lost everything and everyone she loved, she just wanted her revenge against Cersei. So she just had to push a few buttons et voilá, she made Dany's inner Aegon the Conqueror and Maegor the Cruel emerge.

[sleekoduck-blog]

So I just added this Sim to my Westeros neighborhood. Special thanks to Eslanes for the inspiration. I couldn’t get the download to work, but I used your upload as a template to fix the one I downloaded from the gallery.

[phylaxery]

(WIP) trying out a new animating technique (stolen from Critical Giants' newest video). Fantasizing about some fighting moves for her

[yugioh-cards-hourly]

[paintnpending]

Olenna Tyrell, The Lady of Redwyne, The Queen of Thorns. “There is entirely too much tut-tutting in this realm, if you ask me. All these kings would do a deal better if they put down their swords and listened to their mothers.” The lady Tyrell herself. Enjoyed depicting those withered old features.

[asoiaf-artbrdr]

Margaery Tyrell

The crowned stag decorated the king's green velvet tunic as well, worked in gold thread upon his chest; the Baratheon sigil in the colors of Highgarden. The girl who shared the high seat with him was also of Highgarden: his young queen, Margaery, daughter to Lord Mace Tyrell. Their marriage was the mortar that held the great southron alliance together, Catelyn knew. Renly was one-and-twenty, the girl no older than Robb, very pretty, with a doe's soft eyes and a mane of curling brown hair that fell about her shoulders in lazy ringlets. Her smile was shy and sweet. - Clash, Catelyn II

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The invitation seemed innocent enough, but every time Sansa read it her tummy tightened into a knot. She's to be queen now, she's beautiful and rich and everyone loves her, why would she want to sup with a traitor's daughter? It could be curiosity, she supposed; perhaps Margaery Tyrell wanted to get the measure of the rival she'd displaced. Does she resent me, I wonder? Does she think I bear her ill will...

Sansa had watched from the castle walls as Margaery Tyrell and her escort made their way up Aegon's High Hill. Joffrey had met his new bride-to-be at the King's Gate to welcome her to the city, and they rode side by side through cheering crowds, Joff glittering in gilded armor and the Tyrell girl splendid in green with a cloak of autumn flowers blowing from her shoulders. She was sixteen, brown-haired and brown-eyed, slender and beautiful. The people called out her name as she passed, held up their children for her blessing, and scattered flowers under the hooves of her horse. Her mother and grandmother followed close behind, riding in a tall wheelhouse whose sides were carved into the shape of a hundred twining roses, every one gilded and shining. The smallfolk cheered them as well. - Storm, Sansa I

Olenna Tyrell (of House Redwyne)

Last of all, Margaery brought her before the wizened white-haired doll of a woman at the head of the table. "I am honored to present my grandmother the Lady Olenna, widow to the late Luthor Tyrell, Lord of Highgarden, whose memory is a comfort to us all."

The old woman smelled of rosewater. Why, she's just the littlest bit of a thing. There was nothing the least bit thorny about her. "Kiss me, child," Lady Olenna said, tugging at Sansa's wrist with a soft spotted hand. "It is so kind of you to sup with me and my foolish flock of hens." - Storm, Sansa I

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"You do look quite exquisite, child," Lady Olenna Tyrell told Sansa when she tottered up to them in a cloth-of-gold gown that must have weighed more than she did. "The wind has been at your hair, though." The little old woman reached up and fussed at the loose strands, tucking them back into place and straightening Sansa's hair net. "I was very sorry to hear about your losses," she said as she tugged and fiddled. "Your brother was a terrible traitor, I know, but if we start killing men at weddings they'll be even more frightened of marriage than they are presently. There, that's better." Lady Olenna smiled. "I am pleased to say I shall be leaving for Highgarden the day after next. I have had quite enough of this smelly city, thank you. Perhaps you would like to accompany me for a little visit, whilst the men are off having their war? I shall miss my Margaery so dreadfully, and all her lovely ladies. Your company would be such sweet solace." - Storm, Tyrion VIII

Mace Tyrell

A fanfare of brazen trumpets greeted each of the heroes as he stepped between the great oaken doors. Heralds cried his name and deeds for all to hear, and the noble knights and highborn ladies cheered as lustily as cutthroats at a cockfight. Pride of place was given to Mace Tyrell, the Lord of Highgarden, a once-powerful man gone to fat, yet still handsome. His sons followed him in; Ser Loras and his older brother Ser Garlan the Gallant. The three dressed alike, in green velvet trimmed with sable.

The king descended the throne once more to greet them, a great honor. He fastened about the throat of each a chain of roses wrought in soft yellow gold, from which hung a golden disc with the lion of Lannister picked out in rubies. "The roses support the lion, as the might of Highgarden supports the realm," proclaimed Joffrey. "If there is any boon you would ask of me, ask and it shall be yours." - Clash, Sansa VIII

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Mace Tyrell spoke up. "Is there anything as pointless as a king without a kingdom? No, it's plain, the boy must abandon the riverlands, join his forces to Roose Bolton's once more, and throw all his strength against Moat Cailin. That is what I would do."

Tyrion had to bite his tongue at that. Robb Stark had won more battles in a year than the Lord of Highgarden had in twenty. Tyrell's reputation rested on one indecisive victory over Robert Baratheon at Ashford, in a battle largely won by Lord Tarly's van before the main host had even arrived. The siege of Storm's End, where Mace Tyrell actually did hold the command, had dragged on a year to no result, and after the Trident was fought, the Lord of Highgarden had meekly dipped his banners to Eddard Stark. - Storm, Tyrion III

[clbphotography3]

Queen of Thorns

Peter Eurton’s Queen of Thorns worked 5f in 1:01.20.

[aj-lenoire]

god i did love lady olenna

[twisted-stories]

𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐀𝐔

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[starry-eyeds]

Enki: I'm the god of water.

Me: looks at him.. Poseidon?

Enki: ...DO I LOOK LI--

Joking aside it took me forever to actually realize hes there, hi Enki, thank you for putting up with my shitty memory

[triz-costa]

I've known a great number of clever men. I've outlived them all. You know how? I ignored them.

Olenna Tyrell

[poorshadowspaintedqueens]

What do you think we’d learn from an olenna Tyrell pov?

I wrote it out here.