i am a lion too


the Black Lion ~ Guardian Spirit of the Sky

                                       Takashi “Shiro” Shirogane ~ the Black Paladin

                                                                                   ~ {.insp} ~

I said “Can you give it back to me?”
She said “Never in your wildest dreams.”

Lucy & Loke from We Are Young: Track 19
…because no i’m not crying you’re crying


So far we have…

Qui-Gon Jinn, the majestically posed Barbary Lion

Anakin Skywalker, the ugly duckling black Swan

Ahsoka Tano, the mischievous Squirrel Monkey

Obi-Wan Kenobi, the sassy Ginger Tabby

and Yoda, the ancient Galapagos Tortoise

With thanks to @iliveonmylaptop and @zannatinuviel for their ideas on Obi-Wan, and Qui-Gon and Yoda respectively!

I just discovered it is #klangstweek2017.

I have a lot of ongoing projects on the plate, so I won’t be able to participate, which is just as well, as I don’t angst well anyway. 

However, I had this in my WIPs, both the art and the oneshot and decided to finish them. 

So here is a sorta angsty but mostly fluffy, short, back on earth, after years of battle, proposal fic below the cut. 

Rated G. 

Title: What now?

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anonymous asked:

How much if anything did tywin teach cersei? I always got the impression he didn't bother (focusing on jaime instead), especially as every time I can remember that cersei thinks "I'll do this, it's what tywin would have done" it's directly contradicted by things tywin has said, in her presence no less! What things does it seem she has definitely picked up from him?

I think there are two parts to this. First, without PoV access to the inside of his skull, Tywin’s not necessarily a reasonable source of information on Tywin’s motivations or explanation for why he did things one way and not another. He’s more a rationaliser than he is actually rational, and a great deal of his actions during ASoIaF are brutal overreactions based in his own sense of superiority and fear of being laughed at. (The image of super cool, super smooth, hypercompetent diplomat/politician/general Tywin can go die in a privy and rot on its bier. Oh wait that was GRRM’s point.

Second, Tywin doesn’t have to be actively trying to teach Cersei anything for her to learn things from him. Cersei, Jaime, and Tyrion all looked to Tywin for example and model themselves after him. What Cersei in particular took away from Tywin is a warped idea of what strength is, both emotional and political. And the warping is inherent to Tywin’s example, not peculiar to Cersei.

The command came easy to her. My father had steel in his voice as well.

Within the tower, the smoke from the torches irritated her eyes, but Cersei did not weep, no more than her father would have.

- Cersei I, AFFC

Jaime also says that Tywin taught him that “tears were a mark of weakness in a man.” (Jaime I, AFFC) 

The point is, a steely voice and dry eyes are way down on the list of things that denote emotional strength - in that very Cersei I scene, for instance, Kevan attempts to pray and fails, overcome with grief, and yet he’s back on his feet shortly afterwards. The only person who thinks less of him for needing a moment (in this not immediately dangerous situation) is Cersei. Then there’s this  heart-chilling moment:

[Tywin] never wanted love, though. “You cannot eat love, nor buy a horse with it, nor warm your halls on a cold night,” [Cersei] heard him tell Jaime once, when he had been no older than Tommen.

- Cersei II, AFFC

Did Cersei not learn from this teachable moment? I’d argue that Cersei probably learned more and better from that than Jaime did. There’s another flashback to Cersei learning from Tywin in that chapter as well, as she watched her father at a feast.

Aerys and his lickspittles laughed loudly, whilst Father stared at Rykker over his winecup. Long after the merriment had died that gaze had lingered. Rykker turned away, turned back, met Father’s eyes, then ignored them, drank a tankard of ale, and stalked off red-faced, defeated by a pair of unflinching eyes.

[…] It is my look they must flinch from now, my frown that they must fear. I am a lion too.

- Cersei II, AFFC

See also Cersei X. As she’s arrested, Cersei shouts “I am a Lannister, unhand me!” Not to mention

She was not meek Margaery Tyrell, to don her little shift and submit to such captivity. I will teach them what it means to put a lion in a cage.

- Cersei X

This ends up with Cersei in an even worse shift and without either anything to drink from or relieve herself in. The emphasis on Lannister pride is certainly a Tywin-taught belief. It’s part of the first impression we get of him:

“By my lights, it was you who started this,” Lord Tywin replied. “Your brother Jaime would never have meekly surrendered to capture at the hands of a woman.”


His father ignored the sally. “The honour of our House was at stake. I had no choice but to ride. No man sheds Lannister blood with impunity…”

- Tyrion VII, AGoT

[Qyburn] gave her an apologetic smile and told her of a puppet show that had recently become popular amongst the city’s smallfolk; a puppet show wherein the kingdom of the beasts was ruled by a pride of haughty lions. “The puppet lions grow greedy and arrogant as this treasonous tale proceeds, until they begin to devour their own subjects. When the noble stag makes objection, the lions devour him as well, and roar that it is their right as the mightiest of beasts.”

“And that is the end of it?” Cersei asked, amused. Looked at in the right light, it could be seen as a salutary lesson.

- Cersei V, AFFC

No traceable line to Cersei’s beliefs here at all.

I’m also sure Cersei got her first lessons in misogyny from Tywin (see above, too). Tywin’s most outrageous atrocities throughout ASoIaF are directed towards punishing women who had got the better of him/the Lannisters somehow. Tywin here models extreme, and often sexual, violence as a good way to deal with ambitious, scheming women. The very fact that Tywin didn’t bother to formally educate Cersei in politics taught Cersei something about misogyny too.

Politically, it’s a huge weakness that Cersei buys into the myth of Tywin the hypercompetent. Her obsession with being her father’s true heir is as damaging to her as it is to Jaime and Tyrion, and bad for the kingdom too.

No one had ever balked her lord father. When Lord Tywin spoke, men obeyed. When Cersei spoke, they felt free to counsel her, contradict her, even refuse her.

- Cersei V, AFFC

This is what she’s trying to live up to - total unquestioned obedience, because the lesson she took from her father is that that was what was necessary for political strength. Even if it’s not what he meant to teach her, he did.

Bad Luck Lion Around, MLB minific

Based off of this-
I said I’d fic it so dammit I’m gonna fic it!!!!!
Adrien was very confused. Why did he have to have a photo shoot with lions??? Well, more specifically, lionesses. He shrugged and did the shoot, and figured that was that, and the giant tame cats would go home and he’d go back to his cold, empty house.
Then the lionesses went missing. He had been on his way to the park, bored yet actually allowed free time, when he heard the growling. He tensed up, and slowly turned around to see the six lionesses from before, each staring at him with twitching tails and tense body language.
He yelped in panic when they pounced.
Marinette wasn’t sure if she should panic or laugh at this ridiculous scene in front of her. She’d been walking through the park around sunset for fashion inspiration when she’d heard the short, panicked scream and a lot of loud thumping, and then… purring?
She’d gone to investigate, and had skidded to a stop at the sight that greeted her in the park treeline. “Adrien? What happened to you?!?” Marinette yelped, shocked.
Adrien looked at her helplessly from a giant puddle of huge beige cats that were currently nuzzling and purring and draped all over him. “I honestly have no idea?!?” Adrien whisper yelled, making a pained face as the main lioness that had him pinned licked the back of his head and ruffled his hair. Marinette tried extremely hard not to giggle at the sight of her crush being treated like a tiny kitten.
“Okay okay, don’t move, I’ll see if I can find their handler? They obviously aren’t wild… maybe I can get Ladybug!” Marinette told him, making a ‘stay there’ motion with her hands before dashing off. Adrien huffed from under a large paw on his stomach. “Yeah, not really going anywhere.” He grumbled, wincing as a soft rumble was followed by another head lick.
Adrien blamed Plagg for this. Him and his Chat Noir bad luck. Not only was he being cuddled by a pride of lionesses, apparently every cat in the city had joined in on laying on top of Adrien, anywhere they could reach. Strays and house cats, kittens and adults alike flocked to him and settled in, purring and nudging him and his hands ached from stroking so many ears and backs.
Ladybug, when she arrived with the lion handler, outright burst into hysterical laughter at the sight of him drowning in fluff. “There weren’t this many before!” He wailed, as a tiny black Bombay kitten purred from her perch on top of his head. A crowd had actually formed, not getting too close because of the lions, but close enough to take pictures and videos.
“Chat Noir would get a kick out of this.” Ladybug giggled as she cleared away some of the cats, the lion handler calling the reluctant lionesses away from the teenage boy. Surprisingly, Adrien almost didn’t want the giant cats to go.
For the first time in a long time, he’d felt… loved? And warm, and protected, and safe. But he held his tongue, instead choosing to cradle the stray kitten that had been on top of his head the whole time in his arms. She mewled and purred, big blue eyes blinking up at him.
Funny, that tiny black kitten was the second best thing to happen to him that day. He got to keep her, actually. It made the house a little less lonely.
He named her Bluebell, after the lead lioness and for her blue eyes.
It made living around the house more bearable, too. So much for “Lion around.”
I am done, I am satisfied, life is great and the moon is shining ;) and yes, the pun at the end is intentional. Fight me.


TBH this is a dream of mine

I am your god!”
“And I am my me.
—  Om and Brutha, Small Gods

Pink never wanted to be a part of the planet destroying/colony game. She took Rose’s offer of freedom and became Lion to rescue all of the gems from the Diamond tyranny

PD just wants to be a lazy war lion and play with butterflies

           the bright star of the west has fallen,             it is my look they will flinch from now,
          &  our  nights  will  be   darker   now.            my   frown   that   they   must    f e a r .

                                           I AM A LION TOO.


      i still don’t ᴄᴀʀᴇ,
                                ‘cause if you ᴅᴏɴ·ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪᴛ ʏᴇᴛ,
                                           you’ll know that i’m not your ᴇɴᴇᴍʏ, your ᴇɴᴇᴍʏ.
      'cause i know i ʟɪᴇ,
                                  and baby, would it ᴋɪʟʟ you to try,
                                            won’t go until you’ve ғᴏʀɢɪᴠᴇɴ ᴍᴇғᴏʀɢɪᴠᴇɴ ᴍᴇ.