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itsaburgerwitheverythingonitnow  asked:

You mentioned you thought the lannisters were cursed in a guest rights post, and I'm curious about what you mean! Do you have a post about it? I love all your meta btw 💜💜

I didn’t have a post about the Lannisters being gods-cursed for breaking guest right (despite Tywin’s claim any curse would fall on the Freys not him), because I felt it was kind of evident that they are. I may have been wrong. :)  So, to explain:

Before the Red Wedding, the Lannisters were on top of the world. Joffrey was about to be wed on the new year, the 300th year since Aegon’s Conquest, the triumph of Tywin’s plans, the beginning of a grand Lannister dynasty ruling Westeros. (Since despite Joffrey’s Baratheon name, he was wholly Lannister, in appearance and personality as well as secret parentage.) Tywin knew he was about to win the war, and about to give Westeros another Rains of Castamere to remind them to never cross House Lannister again.

After the Red Wedding:

  • Joffrey was murdered at his wedding, at this ultimate moment of Tywin’s triumph
  • Tyrion Lannister was accused of the murder, of kingslaying and kinslaying and treason
  • And refused to just roll over and take a Night’s Watch exile, but insisted on a public and showy trial, airing his “perversions” before a laughing audience
  • And then at the trial by combat, Oberyn Martell kept bringing up those old scurrilous rumors about Elia and the Targaryen children that of course Tywin had nothing to do with – and actually got Tywin’s employee to publicly confess, before deathly poisoning him
  • Oh, can’t forget, Sansa Stark, Tywin’s “key to the north”, disappeared without a trace
  • Not to mention that Jaime, Tywin’s chosen heir, showed up in KL maimed, his fighting hand cut off; and rejected Tywin’s hard-bought Valyrian sword as well as reaffirming his dedication to the Kingsguard
  • And then Tywin himself was murdered by Tyrion, dying on the toilet with a dead whore in his bed
  • Tywin’s funeral, though grand and outwardly golden, smelled like death and horror, showing the rot within; the smell even caused the boy king Tommen to flee, in public
  • Cersei Lannister, regent to the boy king, proceeded to run her reign into the dirt: notably refusing to pay interest to the Iron Bank, causing them to cancel the loans of every merchant in Westeros, who then blamed the Lannisters
  • Soon after Cersei allowed the Faith to reinstate its militant arm, Tommen’s queen Margaery was arrested by them, accused of adultery and treason
  • And Cersei herself was arrested, accused of adultery, incest, treason, murdering Robert, and murdering the previous High Septon
  • As part of Cersei’s atonement for the crimes she admitted to, she completed a “walk of shame”, walking naked before the entire city from Baelor’s Sept to the Red Keep; she has yet to go to trial for her other crimes
  • Lady Stoneheart and the Brotherhood without Banners are killing every Lannister they can find in the riverlands
  • Jaime, while on a mission of diplomacy / oppression in the riverlands, disappeared without a trace
  • Myrcella was kidnapped and maimed, losing an ear and gaining a grievous facial scar
  • Tyrion has allied with the Second Sons, promising them thousands of dragons as well as Westerlands lands and castles
  • Aegon Targaryen and the Golden Company are invading Westeros on the east coast, Euron Greyjoy and the ironborn are attacking Westeros on its west coast
  • Kevan Lannister, regent for Tommen (while Cersei’s in disgrace), was assassinated, along with Grand Maester Pycelle, with Tyrion framed for it
  • speculative: the “Second Red Wedding”, a slaughter of Freys and Lannisters by the BWB
  • speculative: Aegon will likely take King’s Landing, destroying any hope Cersei had of recovering full power after her trial (though she may escape, at least)
  • speculative: Tyrion will likely ally with Daenerys Targaryen, against House Lannister
  • speculative: Myrcella and Tommen are under a prophecy that say they will die, and almost certainly will
  • speculative: Cersei, under that same prophecy, will also die, most likely murdered by her brother Jaime

So yes, the Lannisters are cursed indeed, Tywin’s equivocations be damned. Truly, I think the only way any Lannister will be able to avoid the vengeance of the gods for their betrayal of guest right is to distance themselves from Tywin and all his works, but it may already be far too late.

Winter is coming, warned the Stark words, and truly it had come for them with a vengeance. But it is high summer for House Lannister. So why am I so bloody cold?

–ASOS, Tyrion VII

anonymous asked:

Do you think Tywin actually thought Tyrion was guilty of poisoning Joffrey?

Thanks for the question, Anon.

Oh, I certainly think so. After all, it’s not just Tywin among the Lannisters who remains unconvinced of Tyrion’s innocence: both his uncle Kevan and his beloved brother Jaime believe that Tyrion could very well be guilty. Nor is it unreasonable for Tywin to think that, at least so far as he has evidence. Tyrion has clearly shown his lack of loyalty to House Lannister, by refusing to get a child on Sansa who can extend the Lannister regime in the North. He has, on multiple occasions, both publicly and privately threatened the king (even slapping him), and used the threat of force against Tommen to manipulate Cersei. His Stark wife was regularly abused by Joffrey, giving him extra motivation to kill his nephew. And, of course, as the king choked his last Tyrion poured out the obviously poisoned wine from the great chalice. As far as Tywin can tell, Tyrion felt no love toward House Lannister and lots of hatred against its boy-king.

The Queen Regent (NFriel)

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The Lion and the Rose

The boy king was as tall at thirteen as his bride was at sixteen. He draped Margaery in the crimson-and-gold and leaned close to fasten it at her throat. And that easily she passed from her father’s protection to her husband’s. But who will protect her from Joff? Tyrion glanced at the Knight of Flowers, standing with the other Kingsguard. You had best keep your sword well honed, Ser Loras.

“With this kiss I pledge my love! ” Joffrey declared in ringing tones. When Margaery echoed the words he pulled her close and kissed her long and deep. Rainbow lights danced once more about the High Septon’s crown as he solemnly declared Joffrey of the Houses Baratheon and Lannister and Margaery of House Tyrell to be one flesh, one heart, one soul. 

From A Storm of Swords Chapter 60 (Tyrion VIII)

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Would hate die like your son. That was not what I wanted. I had never seen the poison work. Tell Cersei, I want she knows it was me.

Originally posted by queennymeria

  • Sansa’s needlework was exquisite. Everyone said so. “Sansa’s work is as pretty as she is,” Septa Mordane told their lady mother once. “She has such fine, delicate hands." 
  • Sansa had the grace to blush. She blushed prettily. She did everything prettily.
  • Sansa could sew and dance and sing. She wrote poetry. She knew how to dress. She played the high harp and the bells. Worse, she was beautiful. Sansa had gotten their mother’s fine high cheekbones and the thick auburn hair of the Tullys. 
  • Sansa already looked her best. She had brushed out her long auburn hair until it shone, and picked her nicest blue silks.
  • Her eyes were red from crying, but she did her best to make herself beautiful.
  • "Sweet Sansa,” Queen Cersei said, laying a soft hand on her wrist. “Such a beautiful child.”
  • She smoothed down the cloth of her skirt nervously. She was dressed in mourning, as a sign of respect for the dead king, but she had taken special care to make herself beautiful. 
  • The right side of her face was swollen and beginning to ache, but she knew Joffrey would want her to be beautiful.
  • “I saw Sansa at the court, the day Tyrion told me his terms. She looked most beautiful, my lady. Perhaps a, a bit wan. Drawn, as it were.”
  • Men would say she had my look, but she will grow into a woman far more beautiful than I ever was.
  • A pity Ned Stark had taken his daughters south; elsewise Theon could have tightened his grip on Winterfell by marrying one of them. Sansa was a pretty little thing too, and by now likely even ripe for bedding.
  • The skirts were long and full, the waist so tight that Sansa had to hold her breath as they laced her into it. They brought her new shoes as well, slippers of soft grey doeskin that hugged her feet like lovers. “You are very beautiful, my lady,” the seamstress said when she was dressed.
  • Ser Kevan told her she was beautiful, Jalabhar Xho said something she did not understand in the Summer Tongue, and Lord Redwyne wished her many fat children and long years of joy. 
  • Her hair was a rich autumn auburn, her eyes a deep Tully blue. Grief had given her a haunted, vulnerable look; if anything, it had only made her more beautiful.
  • Shae had arranged her hair artfully in a delicate silver net winking with dark purple gemstones. Tyrion had never seen her look more lovely, yet she wore sorrow on those long satin sleeves. “Lady Sansa,” he told her, “you shall be the most beautiful woman in the hall tonight.”
  • “I wish you could see yourself, my lady. You are so beautiful. You’re crusted over with snow like some little bear cub, but your face is flushed and you can scarcely breathe. How long have you been out here? You must be very cold. Let me warm you, Sansa.”
  • The girl was too young and too plain to be Sansa Stark, but she was of the right age to be the younger sister, and even Lady Catelyn had said that Arya lacked her sister’s beauty.
  • "I was never beautiful like Sansa, but they all said I was pretty. Does Lord Ramsay think I am pretty?”
  • The Lord Protector’s daughter,“ the bald knight announced, all hearty gallantry. He rose ponderously. "And full as lovely as the tales told of her, I see."Not to be outdone, the pimply knight hopped up and said, "Ser Ossifer speaks truly, you are the most beautiful maid in all the Seven Kingdoms.”
  • “Had we known such beauty awaited us at the Gates, we would have flown,” Ser Roland said. Though his words were addressed to Myranda Royce, he smiled at Alayne as he said them.
  • “Oh, I think you do,” said Littlefinger, with one of those smiles that did not reach his eyes. “You will be the most beautiful woman in the hall tonight, as lovely as your lady mother at your age.”
  • A beautiful bastard, and the Lord Protector’s daughter.“ Petyr drew her close and kissed her on both cheeks. "The night belongs to you, sweetling, Remember that, always.”
  • “Saffron is very beautiful, I’ll have you know. Tall and slim, with big brown eyes and hair like honey."Alayne raised her head. ”More beautiful than me?“

-Sansa and her beauty

Whenever I see pictures of GRRM wearing his silver vests or purple suspenders or something, I think about how he said “Fantasy is silver and scarlet, indigo and azure, obsidian veined with gold and lapis lazuli.” It’s as if GRRM’s outfits are an advertisement of his craft, the way Gendry fashioned a bull helmet for himself. As if GRRM is only a wardrobe away from a bard walking down the streets of King’s Landing, crying out to be heard over the din, “Dreams for sale, tales old and true, stories of wonder!”

@herbaliser​ replied to your post “What do you imagine was the Tyrells’ original plan for Sansa?”

do you really think Olenna was aware of framing Tyrion? I assumed that was totally LFs idea (dueling dwarves) and they just thought the choking narrative would work…

Olenna isn’t stupid enough to think that a king, a healthy teenage boy, could die at his wedding and nobody would be blamed for it. The jousting dwarves were LF’s idea, sure, to make it look like Tyrion snapped, but Olenna certainly knew that someone was going to take the fall, someone close to Joffrey, and it wasn’t going to be one of her family. And when she put the strangler crystal in the cup of wine that Tyrion poured… well. She was far more than just aware of framing Tyrion.

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A Maid with  Serpents in her hair…

“You do look quite exquisite, child,” Lady Olenna Tyrell told Sansa when she tottered up to them. “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 brother,” she said as she tugged and fiddled. “If we start killing men at weddings they’ll be even more frightened of marriage than they are presently.” 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. Perhaps you would like to accompany me for a little visit?” 

"You are too kind, my lady,” said Sansa, “but my place is with my lord husband.”

 Lady Olenna gave Tyrion a wrinkled, toothless smile. “Oh? Forgive a silly old woman, my lord, I did not mean to steal your lovely wife. I assumed you would be off leading a Lannister host against some wicked foe.”

 "The master of coin must remain at court to see that all the armies are paid for.“

 "To be sure. Dragons and stags, that’s very clever. And dwarf’s pennies as well. I have heard of these dwarf’s pennies. No doubt collecting those is such a dreadful chore.”

 "If you will excuse us, Lady Olenna, it is time we were in our places.“

 "Myself as well. Seventy-seven courses, I daresay. Don’t you find that a bit excessive, my lord? I shan’t eat more than three or four bites myself, but you and I are very little, aren’t we?” She patted Sansa’s hair again and said, “Well, off with you, child, and try to be merrier. Now where have my guardsmen gone? Left, Right, where are you? Come help me to the dais.”

from A Storm of Swords Chapter 60

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dj-taktix  asked:

In a recent ask, you said: "At this feast (...), the Starks are “flaunting it”. (...) It’s not a careless, casual waste of food and wealth (compare Joffrey’s wedding)" But Joffrey's wedding wasn't just a careless waste of resources, it was Tywin declaring "mission accomplished", the war is over and the Lannisters now reign. Now, it certainly backfired (or went according to plan, depending on which theories you subscribe to), but it certainly wasn't a waste in contrast to Bran's Harvest feast...

The reason I consider Joffrey’s wedding a waste of resources is because it was. Yes, it was a very carefully planned waste of resources, to demonstrate the union of Lannister gold and Tyrell abundance and Baratheon monarchy, to show everyone who were the winners of the War of the Five Kings. But it was still a waste:

“What did you find at the riverfront?”
“Mud,” said Tyrion, “and a few dead things no one’s bothered to bury. Before we can open the port again, the Blackwater’s going to have to be dredged, the sunken ships broken up or raised. Three-quarters of the quays need repair, and some may have to be torn down and rebuilt. The entire fish market is gone, and both the River Gate and the King’s Gate are splintered from the battering Stannis gave them and should be replaced. I shudder to think of the cost.” If you do shit gold, Father, find a privy and get busy, he wanted to say, but he knew better.
“You will find whatever gold is required.”
“Will I? Where? The treasury is empty, I’ve told you that. We’re not done paying the alchemists for all that wildfire, or the smiths for my chain, and Cersei’s pledged the crown to pay half the costs of Joff’s wedding—seventy-seven bloody courses, a thousand guests, a pie full of doves, singers, jugglers…”
“Extravagance has its uses. We must demonstrate the power and wealth of Casterly Rock for all the realm to see.”
“Then perhaps Casterly Rock should pay.”
“Why? I have seen Littlefinger’s accounts. Crown incomes are ten times higher than they were under Aerys.”
“As are the crown’s expenses. Robert was as generous with his coin as he was with his cock. Littlefinger borrowed heavily. From you, amongst others. Yes, the incomes are considerable, but they are barely sufficient to cover the usury on Littlefinger’s loans. Will you forgive the throne’s debt to House Lannister?”
“Don’t be absurd.”
“Then perhaps seven courses would suffice. Three hundred guests instead of a thousand. I understand that a marriage can be just as binding without a dancing bear.”
“The Tyrells would think us niggardly. I will have the wedding and the waterfront. If you cannot pay for them, say so, and I shall find a master of coin who can.”

–ASOS, Tyrion IV

“If you will excuse us, Lady Olenna, it is time we were in our places.”
“Myself as well. Seventy-seven courses, I daresay. Don’t you find that a bit excessive, my lord? I shan’t eat more than three or four bites myself, but you and I are very little, aren’t we?”

–ASOS, Tyrion VIII

“While we are speaking of amusement, I heard a curious tale from Lord Buckler’s steward. He claimed that you had put a tax on women’s privy purses.”
“It is a tax on whoring,” said Tyrion, irritated all over again. And it was my bloody father’s notion. “Only a penny for each, ah… act. The King’s Hand felt it might help improve the morals of the city.” And pay for Joffrey’s wedding besides. Needless to say, as master of coin, Tyrion had gotten all the blame for it.

–ASOS, Tyrion V

Seventy-seven courses, a hundred birds, all to “demonstrate the power and wealth of Casterly Rock” – but is Casterly Rock paying for it? No, the people are, through raised taxes. While winter is coming, the Riverlands are a ruined wasteland (and soon the starving wreckage will come flooding into the city as sparrows), and King’s Landing was still never fully repaired from the Battle of the Blackwater. The crown borrows and borrows and the debt comes due in AFFC, from the Faith, from the Tyrells, from the Iron Bank of Braavos, from the gods themselves one might even say.

There’s propaganda, that builds morale and builds commoners’ trust in the ruling class. And then there’s wasteful propaganda, that does nothing but bring envy and hate, that spends money like water and gives nothing to the future. “Mission Accomplished”, indeed.

gennalannisters  asked:

Hi! Inspired by that recent ask about Sansa's 5 top moments, could you make it into 10+ character moments, times where she shows her love and loyalty towards her family, times where she shows her wisdom and times where she shows that a "lady's courtesy is her armour". Also maybe you could also add times other people complement Sansa too. All if you are interested in this proposal and have the time to do it. There's no rush in any case. :)

This is an amazing idea. And I will start now with all the times she is complemented for her beauty. ( i will later do a post about sansa being proud of her stark origins  because its something i rarely see in ASOIAF metas). 

1) Sansa could sew and dance and sing. She wrote poetry. She knew how to dress. She played the high harp and the bells. Worse, she was beautiful. Sansa had gotten their mother’s fine high cheekbones and the thick auburn hair of the Tullys.

2)  To the other maidens he had given white roses, but the one he plucked for her was red. “Sweet lady,” he said, “no victory is half so beautiful as you.” Sansa took the flower timidly, struck dumb by his gallantry

3)  When the king’s herald moved forward, Sansa realized the moment was almost at hand. She smoothed down the cloth of her skirt nervously. She was dressed in mourning, as a sign of respect for the dead king, but she had taken special care to make herself beautiful.

4)  “I saw Sansa at the court, the day Tyrion told me his terms. She looked most beautiful, my lady. Perhaps a, a bit wan. Drawn, as it were.”

5)  “Sansa was a lady at three, always so courteous and eager to please. She loved nothing so well as tales of knightly valor. Men would say she had my look, but she will grow into a woman far more beautiful than I ever was, you can see that. I often sent away her maid so I could brush her hair myself. She had auburn hair, lighter than mine, and so thick and soft … the red in it would catch the light of the torches and shine like copper.

6)  ”You are very beautiful, my lady,“ the seamstress said when she was dressed.

7)  Tyrion wore a doublet of black velvet covered with golden scrollwork, thigh-high boots that added three inches to his height, a chain of rubies and lions’ heads. But the gash across his face was raw and red, and his nose was a hideous scab. You are very beautiful, Sansa,“ he told her.

8) The music spun them apart before Sansa could think of a reply. It was Mace Tyrell opposite her, red-faced and sweaty, and then Lord Merryweather, and then Prince Tommen. “I want to be married too,” said the plump little princeling, who was all of nine. “I’m taller than my uncle!”“I know you are,” said Sansa, before the partners changed again. Ser Kevan told her she was beautiful.

9) they lurched into motion, Tyrion reclined on an elbow while Sansa sat staring at her hands. She is just as comely as the Tyrell girl. Her hair was a rich autumn auburn, her eyes a deep Tully blue. Grief had given her a haunted, vulnerable look; if anything, it had only made her more beautiful. He wanted to reach her, to break through the armor of her courtesy. 

10) Shae had arranged her hair artfully in a delicate silver net winking with dark purple gemstones. Tyrion had never seen her look more lovely, yet she wore sorrow on those long satin sleeves. “Lady Sansa,” he told her, “you shall be the most beautiful woman in the hall tonight.”

11)  I wish you could see yourself, my lady. You are so beautiful. You’re crusted over with snow like some little bear cub, but your face is flushed and you can scarcely breathe. How long have you been out here? You must be very cold. Let me warm you, Sansa. Take off those gloves, give me your hands.

12) I was never beautiful like Sansa, but they all said I was pretty. Jeyne’s words seemed to echo in his head, to the beat of the drums two of Abel’s other girls were pounding.

13) Sansa looked radiant as she walked beside him, but Jon did not like Joffrey’s pouty lips or the bored, disdainful way he looked at Winterfell’s Great Hall.

14)  ourtiers filled the gallery while supplicants clustered near the towering oak-and-bronze doors. Sansa Stark looked especially lovely this morning, though her face was as pale as milk.

15)  Was she your wife? She … she was very beautiful … ”A lovely girl,“ …said Tyrion, "and we were joined beneath the eyes of gods and men. It may be that she is lost to me, but until I know that for a certainty I must be true to her.”

16)  Lord Littlefinger kissed her cheek. “With my wits and Cat’s beauty, the world will be yours, sweetling. Now off to bed.”

17)  Oh, I think you do,“ said Littlefinger, with one of those smiles that did not reach his eyes. ”You will be the most beautiful woman in the hall tonight, as lovely as your lady mother at your age. I cannot seat you on the dais, but you’ll have a place of honor above the salt and underneath a wall sconce. The fire will be shining in your hair, so everyone will see how fair of face you are. 

18) (my favorite):  Fresh mules awaited them at Snow, and a hot meal of stewed goat and onions. She ate with Mya and Myranda. “So you’re brave as well as beautiful,” Myranda said to her.

(this collection of quotes makes me realize how beauty for sansa is becoming  a curse…more than a blessing) (also tyrion wins this contest by far)