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The biggest disappointment… you. The whole way from Dorne all anyone talked about was the monster that had been born to Tywin Lannister. A head twice the size of his body, a tail between his legs, claws, one red eye, the privates of both a girl and a boy. When we met your sister, she promised she would show you to us. Everyday we would ask. Everyday she would say soon. Then she and your brother took us to your nursery and she unveiled the freak. Your head was a bit large. Your arms and legs were a bit small. But no claw, no red eye, no tail between your legs, just a tiny pink cock. We didn’t try to hide our disappointment. “That’s not a monster,” I told Cersei, “That’s just a baby.” And she said, “He killed my mother.” And she pinched your little cock so hard I thought she might pull it off until your brother made her stop. “It doesn’t matter,” she told us, “Everyone says he will die soon. I hope they are right. He should have not lived this long.” Oberyn Martell.


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Lord Tywin seldom spoke of his wife, but Tyrion had heard his uncles talk of the love between them. In those days, his father had been Aerys’s Hand, and many people said that Lord Tywin Lannister ruled the Seven Kingdoms, but Lady Joanna ruled Lord Tywin

*blanca suárez as joanna lannister

jeff22003  asked:

Tywin has made somewhat famous the saying "any man who must say 'I am the king' is no true king." Could you explain what he is supposed to mean by that. I can't really figure it out. I know it's Tywin and the cornerstone of his character is that he is full of shit, but I would still like to understand.

Ah, good question. 

As I understand it, it’s similar to the difference between the first face of power (the coercive authority to achieve compliance) and the second and third (agenda-setting and hegemonic ideological power) faces of power. Namely, that a strong king’s authority is so secure that they don’t need to engage in displays of coercive authority because everyone already accepts them as the true source of legitimacy. 

What he’s really talking about is Aerys. Aerys was paranoid and insecure, so he kept lashing out with displays meant to emphasize his kingship - burning people alive, having people’s tongues torn out, etc. The effect was the opposite, to make him seem like a weak, mad king who didn’t deserve to be on the Iron Throne.

Contrast Aerys to Jaehaerys I - a king so secure that he doesn’t need to make open displays of force to get what he wants. All he has to do is show up on a royal progress with all of his dragons and his force of personality and his expert administrators and people knuckle under because they already believe resistance is futile. 


Robert’s Rebellion

Henry Cavill as Robert Baratheon // Dylan Fosket as Rhaegar Targaryen // Peter Eggers as Tywin Lannister // Amanda Laine as Lyanna Stark // Charlize Theron as Rhaella Targaryen // Chris Hemsworth as Brandon Stark // Golshifteh Farahani as Elia Martell

Tywin x Stark!Reader Pt. 5

Imagine…..I had some way to describe waht happens in this one shot.

((Lol, sorry! I’m…brain dead BUTTT I promised a one shot for Tywin Lannister and I worked my butt off to make it so I delivered on that promise!))

((Okay soooo from this point on this series will be au since Tywin isn’t killed by Tyrion HOWEVER, Tyrion does escape with Varys and Sansa is taken to the Vale with the help of Littlefinger!))





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Warning: OOOCCCCC Tywin lol

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anonymous asked:

Where does it say princess of dorne offered elia I think it more likely the crown approached the martell's for elia's hand I doubt despite her ambitions the princess wanted her daughter to marry rhaegar while mad aerys still lived especially considering that having been rhaella's lady for years she would've seen firsthand seen his assault of her friend joanna on her wedding night no less but when rhae's name came on elia' suitors table they couldn't possibly refuse the crown Prince. And so didnt

@asbraveasrobb asked me a similar question so I’m tagging them. I had come to the conclusion that it was the Princess of Dorne’s idea from this passage in ASoS;

“What I did not tell you was that my mother waited as long as was decent, and then broached your father about our purpose. Years later, on her deathbed, she told me that Lord Tywin had refused us brusquely. His daughter was meant for Prince Rhaegar, he informed her. And when she asked for Jaime, to espouse Elia, he offered her you instead.”

“Which offer she took for an outrage.”

“It was. Even you can see that, surely?”

“Oh, surely.” It all goes back and back, Tyrion thought, to our mothers and fathers and theirs before them. We are puppets dancing on the strings of those who came before us, and one day our own children will take up our strings and dance on in our steads. “Well, Prince Rhaegar married Elia of Dorne, not Cersei Lannister of Casterly Rock. So it would seem your mother won that tilt.”

“She thought so,” Prince Oberyn agreed, “but your father is not a man to forget such slights. He taught that lesson to Lord and Lady Tarbeck once, and to the Reynes of Castamere. And at King’s Landing, he taught it to my sister. My helm, Dagos.” Manwoody handed it to him; a high golden helm with a copper disk mounted on the brow, the sun of Dorne. The visor had been removed, Tyrion saw. “Elia and her children have waited long for justice.” Prince Oberyn pulled on soft red leather gloves, and took up his spear again. “But this day they shall have it.”

Special attention re: the bolded part. I could be wrong of course or misinterpreted this, but even in other sources like TWOIAF it did not sound like a one-sided proposition. Oberyn saying his mother “thought” she “won that tilt” (AKA, won this little battle between herself and Tywin by betrothing Elia to Rhaegar after Tywin slighted her and Aerys slighted Tywin) made it sound like the Princess was happy at the arrangement.

EDIT: There’s also the fact that a year passed between their betrothal and their marriage that makes it seem like Aerys was hoping someone else would crop up before they were married.


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263 AC  ♛  “My father insists on attending.  Insists!” Taking the chair beside the king, Tywin leaned back with his boots stretched out in front of him and signaled for wine. 

“I would not have thought him capable,” Aerys confessed, adjusting his crown as it threatened to topple.  Though he had worn it for nearly a year, the heavy circlet of red gold still did not rest easily upon his brow.  

“Making a mockery of me and mine is my father’s sole talent. He would not miss my wedding for the world, or so he claims.” 

Aerys voiced his sympathy.  “Does she know?” 

“Not yet.” Tywin studied the women shaded by a silken canopy as they took their midday meal. One of them, at least. “My betrothed is already marshaling an army of porters, seamstresses, and confectioners. Had we had such numbers on the Stepstones, Maelys would have been defeated within a month. She will be crestfallen when she learns Tytos the Tame shall play the host.  At least he has finally tired of his milk cow. I suppose I should kneel and thank the gods we shall be spared her presence.” Tywin swirled his wine and took a deep draft.

“I could preside over the feast,” Aerys said quietly, not looking at his Hand.  “Tytos would give way before his king.”

Tywin’s surprise quickly turned to pleasure.  “Thank you, my friend.”  He returned his gaze to the queen’s companions.  “Joanna will not be disappointed.”

Gabriella Wilde as Joanna Lannister  ♥  Toby Regbo as Tywin Lannister  ♛  Christian Lees as Aerys Targaryen  ♥  Tamzin Merchant as Rhaella Targaryen

I can’t do what you do

(NB: this was conceived of and partially written before WOIAF came out, which mentions Aerys fighting in the Stepstones during the War of the Ninepenny Kings.  Despite the fact that it now goes against canon, friends and followers have encouraged me to finish it anyway, which I appreciate.)

Aerys is known for leaving banquets unannounced, with nary a white cloak at his side.  As much as his sleek mane of silvery hair and purple, dragon-patterned garments attract attention, still he is able to slip out, somehow, without anyone noticing his departure.

Tonight he has left the feast that celebrates Tywin’s return, and Tywin is a step or two past miffed.  What is he, too jealous to hear about Tywin’s observations of Lyseni pleasure-house customs?  Aerys is a man grown, he is the King, and leaving his own Hand’s feast like a foolish child without so much as a word of excuse or apology is not how a King ought to behave.

Anytime Tywin thinks he understands this strange Targaryen friend of his, Aerys does yet another thing that defies sense.  For every moment of triumph and camaraderie, there are moments of confusion and frustration too great for Tywin to bear any longer.

Rhaella was once the only soul in the Red Keep who knew where Aerys disappeared to on these occasions; she has since shared the secret with Tywin, and so it is Tywin who goes to remove the King from his disappearances, and so it is Tywin who, tonight, leaves his own feast to do his duty.

There’s a dusty, forgotten staircase that spirals up to a small, cobwebbed tower room.  Aerys and Rhaella had played there as children, and it is there where Aerys goes when he abandons his kingly role.  Tonight, though it is nearly dark, Tywin can make out the silvery hair streaming down Aerys’s back and the gold brocade dragon on his tunic in the stern, cobalt sky.

Tywin shields his candle from the slight wind that blows through the open window and places it down on the grimy stone floor.

“You’re in your cups again, your grace,” Tywin starts, keeping his voice steady with a hint of brightness.  To use the wrong tone with Aerys when he’s in a mood is not a mistake Tywin has made, not once in his years as friend and Hand.   “Let me help you back to my—to the feast.”

Aerys does not turn around.  His hands are digging into his thighs and his shoulders are tensed. Tywin imagines, as he often does, a dragon climbing up Aerys’s ribs and throat, straining to get out.

“I am king of this whole damned kingdom,” he says.  His voice is already slightly higher than it should be.  “But when I want to do something for myself, everyone says ‘Oh, Aerys is in his cups again.’ Why is that?”

Tywin sighs.  The true answer—it is easier to handle Aerys with too much wine in his slender body than to understand his sober whims—might land him in the black cells. “I don’t know, Aerys.”

“They just think I spend my nights drinking wine and ale till the sun comes up, isn’t that it?”

Despite the anger in the king’s voice, Tywin drops the pretense.  “You’re my friend, Aerys, and this feast is for me.  I thought you’d want to celebrate my return from Lys.  And instead, you’re pouting in a tower. Why?”

Aerys stares down at the beach and the Blackwater below them for so long Tywin wonders if Aerys had even heard him.

“Because I can’t do what you do,” he says at last. “I’m the king, and I still can’t do what you do.”

Tywin would never ask Are you mad?  “You are King, yes,” he says, keeping his voice free from impatience.  “So you can do whatever you like.  What you just said…It’s all in your head, Aerys.”

Aerys’s hands are shaking so much that they cast shadows that move like crazed spiders on the stone wall.

“I can’t.”

“You can’t what?

Aerys’s voice is thin with fear and yet still burns with the irrational fire of a Targaryen.  “I can’t go fuck any of your Lyseni whores.  I can’t venture across the Narrow Sea to pick out my own Myrish rugs. I have to have someone bring them to me as though I were still a babe.  No one will ever celebrate my adventures.  They celebrate you, instead, and you’re only my Hand.”

Tywin bristles at the insult.  To stay calm, he tries to remember the things he enjoys about Aerys. Little comes to mind.

“So go, your grace,” he says.  “Leave tomorrow.  No one will stop you.”

“I can’t leave home, Tywin.”  Aerys’s hands are still shaking, his back still turned.  “Something very bad will happen if I do.”

“That’s nonsense, your grace,” Tywin sighs.  “Even if something bad were to happen, there are people in the Red Keep who are sworn to protect you.  You know this.”

“Even you think I’m a fucking child!” Aerys shouts.  He whirls around and stares at Tywin with wide, wild eyes.  Anyone lesser than a Lannister would surely be afraid, seeing the Targaryen madness staring him right in the face.  “It’s not that.  I know someone will hide my Rhaegar away and protect my worthless sister.  I don’t care about that.  Something very bad will happen inside me if I go far away and it won’t stop.  Everything will look different and I—”

“Of course it’ll look different,” Tywin explains, as he would, in fact, explain to a child.  “That is part of the adventure.”

“No.  It’ll hurt me.  Nothing will be right and I’ll be in danger. I can’t leave—

He cuts himself short and Tywin watches him collect himself. His eyes narrow into their typical sneer.

“But you wouldn’t understand, would you, Tywin?  Humans are not meant to understand the dragon.”

Tywin nods.  “I suppose that may be true, your grace.”  Oh, he understands, he certainly does.  Aerys’s hands are still shaking.  There is nothing else to understand.

New Life

Anonymous asked: (1) Thank you! Jaqen is just a very unusual character to write for and I didn’t want to bother you. So may I request a Jaqenx(fem)reader fic, where they know each other from Harrenhal (she is a high born woman, maybe Tywins daughter or anything) and he saved her once and after some time passed (you know he went to Braavos again and stuff in Westeros happend) the reader leaves Westeros and comes to Braavos to start a new life.(2) But since she is a highborn someone hunts her and accidently pushes her from a rooftop and Jaqen has seen the whole thing and catches her. Reader is surprised to see him again, and since she has a little crush on him, also feels kinda embarassed. Jaqen decides to take care of her, because he also likes her. I leave the ending to you, I would prefer some fluff, but you are free to write whatever you want. I completely trust your writing skills. Also no need to hurry, just take your time.

Here you go, lovely! I hope it’s fluffy enough for you! I do not own Jaqen H’ghar. He belongs to George R.R. Martin.

Warnings: Fluff, I think that’s it.

Pairings: Jaqen H’ghar x fem!reader

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Trying to start a new life was never easy, but being the youngest daughter of Tywin Lannister made it especially difficult. After your nephew died, all Seven Hells broke loose in King’s Landing and you decided it would be for the best to leave. You grabbed the coin you’d been saving since you left Casterly Rock and left King’s Landing, never to look back. You thought the safest place to go would be Braavos, perhaps find your old friend.

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I flung open the door to my tower at the sound of hoof beats, only to stop in my tracks midway across the courtyard. My love cradled my brother’s sword in one arm, and a baby in the other. 

“Ned Stark will never father a bastard,” they had told me. “Your brother will never lose, not unless the honor of his prince is at stake,” they had assured. “The sun will rise tomorrow,” they had said. 

I built myself a tower with the stone of these truths. Can they blame me, now that it crumbles into the sea?


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