#rainbowguard

Loras Tyrell, Lord Commander

the most aggressive twink in westeros, has never met anyone he wouldn't fight (renly included), tells everyone he's a gay who can drive but he's driving on a suspended license on account of seven road rage-induced accidents.

Parmen Crane the Purple

daddy energy off the charts. thot energy also off the charts. leaves a trail of emotionally devastated twinks in his wake. makes crude dick jokes every time he eats anything even vaguely phallic.

Bryce Caron the Orange

believes all of his exes still pine for him. they don't. is bi but has no concept of bisexuality because his one braincell is busy wishing parmen crane would give him that good d again. owns one (1) compilation of lord byron's poetry and uses out-of-context lines as dramatic instagram captions.

Guyard Morrigen the Green

um. he would like you to know that he says no homo before he sucks dick. refers to himself as a "double threat" because he's stringing along a man and a woman. fancies himself something of a rhaegar and writes really shitty songs. no one follows his soundcloud account.

Robar Royce the Red

hipster or frat bro? no one knows. he's a shapeshifter, an enigma, he said vers rights just before chugging a horn of ale and telling guyard to shut the fuck up and stop singing acoustic renditions of taylor swift songs.

Emmon Cuy the Yellow

often clashes with parmen crane in the misguided belief that two daddies cannot coexist in the same rainbowguard. dummy thicc. wouldn't personally have chosen yellow but renly thought it suited his complexion. it's homophobic against him personally that tumblr doesn't have yellow as a text color option.

Brienne of Tarth the Blue

currently going through the universal wlw experience of crushing on a non-threatening unattainable gay man. will soon go through the universal experience of crushing on a possibly unattainable man who just lost his sword hand and counts on her to clean his ass when he shits himself. is still figuring things out, really.

Exhaustion seeped into every limb of his as Loras finally relaxed his arm and allowed his body to calm. Just moments before he’d had his sword raised, pinning for two unlikely foes. The sweat on his forehead proved that the battle they’d had had been an evenly matched one. It was as if the other men knew his every move. “I will only ask once more. Who- What are you?” The men in question bore a striking resemblance to Loras himself, but he had no twins.