Standing in the middle of the forest glade, Thranduil took a deep breath and extended his arms in a moment of relaxation. For the first time in a very long time, he felt one with his forest once again. The King sighed in contentment, taking a slender hand and feeling along the bark of the trees. Though the forest was still sick and filled with an evil presence, there was still tranquility and peace, an enduring ray of hope.
“I hear you”, he said quietly, listening to the approaching footsteps but not turning around.
This is not the Kingswood. The realisation dawned on him at last. Something had been starting to nag at the back of his mind when he had gone deeper into the forest. The trees appeared to change. Tywin was no expert on plants by any means, but he knew what those in the Kingswood looked like. These all looked…different. Wrong. And he had no idea what was happening. Turning to look behind him, he received a shock to find the guards accompanying him were no longer following. But they had been there a minute ago…strange. Frowning, the Hand of the King snapped the reins of his horse again and spurred it onwards.
They had gone out to deal with the outlaws dwelling in the forest, remnants of the mountain clans Tyrion had brought from the Vale to King’s Landing. Now they were attacking travellers and harassing smallfolk. A minor task, and one that Tywin would have left to someone else, had their forces not been stretched so thin over the front lines of the war. So he had gone into the Kingswood. And had apparently, somehow, come out of it and into another forest. There was a clearing ahead, a glade, and he guided his horse into it. Standing there was a man. The first thing he noticed was the shining hair. Targaryen was his first thought. He fixed the man with his unflinching gaze. “Who are you?” he demanded.
"I simply wish to remind you of where you stand, Lady Stark. You hold my son a prisoner here. My daughter holds your daughters in King’s Landing. I am wiling to hand you back the girls in exchange for Jaime. Then we can stop this pointless bickering over hostages and make this war a little easier for everyone."
"It is nothing, Myrcella," he told her. "Don’t worry yourself." The girl was strong, that much he knew. And he had a feeling she would grow to be a better, wiser woman than her mother had been. But he did not want to let her know about the bruises beneath his doublet. Pycelle would see to that eventually. Tywin was just somewhat thankful his assailants had not left any obvious marks upon his face. "Run along, now. Before your mother starts to worry."
2. My muse is curled in a ball on the ground, screaming in pain and calling out for help. Your muse comes to the rescue.
For once, the King’s Hand was glad to see the back of the Small Council members as they filed out of his chamber. The meeting had been one of the more tedious and irritating ones. Joffrey’s presence and pointless comments did nothing to make discussing the latest pressing matters any easier. Ironborn were still roaming and raiding the North, though that was the least of their worries. The Young Wolf and his armies were continuing to gain more and more footholds in the south, sorties and riders being sent out from Riverrun to harass the Crown’s forces. Everything was ready to fall into disarray, resulting in the Starks marching into King’s Landing and winning this war. Lord Tywin only hoped the plans he was making with some certain lords would come to fruition in time.
The chamber empty now, he went over to his table and poured himself a glass of wine from a flagon, sitting down to sip at it. At least now he would have some time to himself, to think. But that was cut short as he began to feel something in his stomach. Some sort of cramp that made him wince. That was…unusual. And it was steadily becoming worse. What was happening? Suddenly there was an eruption of pain, making him drop the glass and fall out of his chair. Wine spilled over the table as the strong, powerful lion clutched his stomach and curled up around himself. “Help!” he shouted, voice beginning to strain from the pain. “Someone, help! Get in here and help me!”
Family means the world to Lord Tywin. He wasn’t an overtly loving or expressive man except perhaps with his wife, but he placed a high value on his children and his relationships with them, especially as they brought more and more honor to the family name. Conversely, when they brought shame on the family or acted counter to how Tywin thought they should behave, he could be a monster. He was especially disappointed in Tyrion. His mere existence was a black mark on the family, and his actions throughout life only brought more embarrassment to House Lannister in Tywin’s eyes.
Tywin is as hard as he needs to be to get the job done, and he never does anything by halves. Coupled with his utter lack of sentimentality, he can be incredibly ruthless and cold but also highly effective. He is everything a feared leader needs to be: shrewd, cunning, courageous, and unforgiving. […]
[Joanna] died due to complications—complications Tywin blamed on his son, as if Tyrion had killed his mother on purpose. As well, Tyrion’s dwarfism was considered a disgrace, and Tywin never spoke in defense of his son."
He wasn’t an overtly loving or expressive man except perhaps with his wife
That sound of distant screaming you heard right now was me.
Conversely, when they brought shame on the family or acted counter to how Tywin thought they should behave, he could be a monster.
I love you, ASOIAF Campaign Guide. Tywin treated Tyrion like shit.
(Note that the wiki describes the Campaign Guide as a “semi-canon source” so make of these quotes what you will.)
- some yandere, some angst, some rivalry, but no happy stuff on this list
- "You actually thought i cared about you?"
- "I wonder how loudly i can make you scream in agony?"
- "You're a monster!"
- "It would be a shame if i had to damage that pretty face of yours."
- "You're all mine now."
- "How could you do this to me!?"
- "I trusted you!"
- "Is that supposed to scare me?"
- "Put the knife down."
- "You're scaring me..."
- "You look so sexy when you're all bloodied and bruised like that~"
- "I wonder how many volts it would take to kill you?"
- "Why are you pointing that gun at me?"
- "Let me go!"
- "You're so cute when you struggle like that~"
- "Your blood smells wonderful."
- "Who did this to you?"
- "You're in my way."
- "I thought you were dead!"
- "Help me!"
- "Long live the king."
- "What did they do to you?"
- "What have you done?"
- "Maybe i should carve a pretty picture in your flesh?"
- "Don't worry, I won't do anything fatal, I just need some information."
- "I don't care what you do to me, I'll never tell you!"
- "Stop it, your hurting me!"
- "They'll kill you!"
- "I hate you."
- "The only reason I chained you up is to show you how much I love you!"
- "If you keep struggling like that I'll have to punish you~"
ABOUT THE MUSE.
Name: Tywin Lannister
Date of Birth: 242 AC
Eye color: Green, flecked with gold
Hair color: White
Over weight: No
Under weight: NoFavourite…
Hair color: No preference
Eye color: No preference
Song: The Rains Of Castamere
T.V Show: N/A
Food: Anything not mutton
Video Game: N/A
Place: Casterly Rock
Ice cream flavour: N/A
Had sex: Yes
Had sex in public: No
Gotten pregnant: N/A
Kissed a boy: No
Kissed a girl: Yes
Gotten tattoos: No
Gotten piercings: No
Smoked or drank: Drank
Had a broken heart: Yes
Been in love: Yes
Needed surgery: No
Stayed up for more than 24 hours: Yes
A virgin: No
A cuddler: No
A kisser: No
Scared easily: No
Jealous easily: No
Trustworthy: For the most part, no
In love: No
In a relationship: No
Considered mean: Yes
Have you harmed yourself: No
Thought of suicide: No
Attempted suicide: No
Killed someone: Yes
Wanted to kill someone: Yes
Who did you kiss last: Joanna Lannister
Last text: N/A
Drove a car: N/A
Have/had a job: Lord of Casterly Rock, Hand of the King
Favourite soda/pop: N/A
Do drugs: N/A
♛ — Honestly - when i remade this blog on the 24th of June, I was more than a little lost. I’d just left a fandom where I’d made a lot of friends, but having both lost the muse - and the security I needed to play the muse ? I wasn’t even sure I should stick with rping at all. Basically, you guys have welcomed me back after a year long hiatus with arms wide open and — it means the world. So yeah.. These are a whole lot of names, some of you I’ve just followed, some of you I’ve followed for what feels like forever. But all of you are special - all of you mean the [ world ] to me. And if you ever want to write, or talk, or anything ? I’m here. So yeah — let’s cut the sappy stuff and get to the lists !
basically — tl;dr ? if you’re on this list i treasure you. whether we talk everyday on skype, whether you kik / text me, or whether we’ve never even spoken. something about you, your character, and your blog - is cherished by me. so yeah - no matter how long i’ve been following or if it’s a new thing. you’re all my little snowflakes ‘k?
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Upon hearing the word ‘mother’, the lion’s old worn hand and the feather it was holding both immediately stopped moving. He was able to keep a grip on it so that it did not fall on to the table. As his daughter spoke, he slowly stood up to look down on her, mouth drawing into a tight line. The hand curled into a fist, threatening to snap the quill. How…how dare she? What reason was there for her to bring up Joanna after all these years? And now she meant to use her against him. His dead wife, the only woman he had ever loved…and this child before him, this woman who was nothing but a sheer disappointment to the Lannister name, sought to maker her a weakness in him.
Well, he would not give her that satisfaction. He knew what his daughter was like and what she would do to get what she wanted. The steps she would take to do so were careless, the methods unsound, but her determination, stubbornness and selfish, single-mindedness was something to be almost admired. Now it was something he would have to be cautious of. It would not, however, make it more difficult to deal with her than usual.
"There were many things your mother wished." Tywin’s voice was softer than it normally would ever be, but there was no denying the commanding power that lay beneath it. Coupled with the anger he was beginning to feel, it would prove to be dangerous for anyone who tested him. His daughter especially. "There were many things that I wished as well. I wished you to be married to Rhaegar. Your mother did as well. I wished you to be the child who would secure our legacy. The first Lannister to be married into the Targaryen dynasty. Your children would have been known as the greatest rulers throughout the Seven Kingdoms. The Iron Throne and Casterly Rock combined. But Aerys saw fit to deny me that wish. And other acts of his is what got him killed. Yet you still married a king, as your mother and I had wished. He was not a Targaryen, but he was still a king. And if you were as smart as you claimed to be, as committed to securing this family’s future as you have so often claimed to be, you should have been able to keep that drunken fool in check and allowed your son to take the throne without causing a war!”
A loud snap was suddenly heard, resonating throughout the chamber. Looking down at his hand, the Old Lion discarded the broken pieces of feathered wood, scattering them over the table. Gold-flecked orbs snapped their attention back to Cersei, pure fury beginning to boil in the emerald irises. “Do not dare to blame me for your misfortunes, real or imagined. I have always attempted to do what was best for you. You and Jaime. But no, you continue to go against my wishes, and condemn the Lannister name to suffer the same fate as the Targaryens. If you had listened to me, learned my teachings, done what I simply asked of you, you would have been happier. As much of a weakness and a pointless desire as happiness may be, I can see you want it dearly. But it is too late for you now as it is for me.”