"The fires that ran along the blade were guttering out,and Jaimie remembered what Cercei had said. No. Terror closed a hand about his throat. Then his sword went dark, and only Brienne's burned, as the ghosts came rushing in" ASOS - Jaimie VI
Imagine being an alien war criminal who's in gay love with your partner in crime, only for them to friendzone you in favor of a het relationship, makes a baby then dips, and now you're left to care for their child in their absence.
Tyrion looked up at the sound of the voice. Jon Snow was standing a few feet away, regarding him curiously.
He closed the book on a finger and said, “Look at me and tell me what you see.”
The boy looked at him suspiciously. “Is this some kind of trick? I see you. Tyrion Lannister.”
Tyrion sighed. “You are remarkably polite for a bastard, Snow. What you see is a dwarf.
“You are what, twelve?”
“Fourteen,” the boy said.
“Fourteen, and you’re taller than I will ever be. My legs are short and twisted, and I walk with difficulty.
“I require a special saddle to keep from falling off my horse. A saddle of my own design, you may be interested to know. It was either that or ride a pony.
“My arms are strong enough, but again, too short. I will never make a swordsman.
“Had I been born a peasant, they might have left me out to die, or sold me to some slaver’s grotesquerie. Alas, I was born a Lannister of Casterly Rock, and the grotesqueries are all the poorer. Things are expected of me.
“My father was the Hand of the King for twenty years. My brother later killed that very same king, as it turns out, but life’s full of these little ironies.
“My sister married the new king and my repulsive nephew will be king after him.
“I must do my part for the honor of my House, wouldn’t you agree? Yet how?
“Well, my legs may be too small for my body, but my head is too large, although I prefer to think it is just large enough for my mind. I have a realistic grasp of my own strengths and weaknesses.
“My mind is my weapon. My brother has his sword, King Robert has his warhammer, and I have my mind…and a mind needs books as a sword needs a whetstone, if it is to keep its edge.”
Tyrion tapped the leather cover of the book. “That’s why I read so much, Jon Snow.”
❝ Oh sweetheart... I love you bunches and bunches... ❞
I finished this at midnight because I'm crazy, anyway, this is my entry for the giveaway! one drawing contains the legal version and the other doesn't haha
My favourite thing from the "Cersei used to swap places with Jaime so she could have sword fighting and politics lessons" is that it implies that Jaime wore a dress and went to Cersei's embroidery and sewing lessons. I have yet to see anyone address this beyond a vague 'yea, Jaime pretended to be Cersei with a dress'. guys. guys. Jaime probably had to attend multiple lessons with a septa and learn how to make pretty stitches. Fuck all your 'Cersei is a great lord and mother but a bad queen' rants, I want to hear your 'Jaime is a good lady and knight but a bad lord' rants. Give me detailed analysis of what lady lessons Jaime would be best in. I bet that it's dancing and one time with Brienne he got distracted and started doing all the lady's moves by instinct and everyone watching just blue-screened because he is way better and more practised at the feminine moves than the masculine ones.
I'm so excited because I can finally share all my work I did for @malevolentbigbang art!
This is actually the first Bang I've done and I got to work with the lovely @foxtrotsicrra for their amazing fic that you can read HERE called Kingslayer! I also got to work with the artist @whynotlol9 who also did some amazing art you can check out through the fic! Both of you are lovely and I was so happy to work with you both 💜 Enjoy!!!
[IDs are in Alt Text! Some CW for blood/injury in the third piece.]