Tyrion - Tumblr Posts
I imagine this every day.
Imagine being in an arranged marriage to Tyrion but you convince him that you truly love him & cuddling.
The look on his face was clear enough - the embarrassment, the knowledge that rejection was coming, the question of whether he should even bother to say something. But you decided to break the break the ice and be the first one to say something to him. “Which side of the bed do you prefer? I’ve always been partial to the right.” You tilted your head as he looked at you with disbelief. No witty comeback. “What, did you think that I would make you sleep on the floor like a dog?”
“What you see is a dwarf, not a dog,” Tyrion said. He did so often use that word for himself, you wondered if he had to remind himself of it constantly. He did have the head of a fully-grown man, you could give him that.
“And does my dwarf husband consent to sleeping on the left side of the bed?” You ask, taking off the first of many layers of the wedding dress that you had been somehow squeezed into that morning.
His head tilted to the side as he looked up at you and then started to remove his boots. “He does,” He nodded, taking them off and then walked to the table to pour himself a glass of wine. “Do you want some? I have the feeling you’ll be needing it, if you are to sleep beside a -”
“Dwarf?” You asked, chuckling. “Yes, you do seem fond of calling yourself that. But no, I’ll have no trouble sleeping beside you while sober, as long as you don’t mind one thing.”
“Ahh, always a condition,” He said, drinking from his goblet. “A bag over my head, perhaps?”
“Are you always so insecure?” You asked, starting to let your hair free, now that you were just in your slip. “No, the condition being that I can still be the little spoon once in a while.”
He choked on his wine, nearly spilling his goblet in the process. But like most drinkers, he was skilled at keeping the cup steady. “I beg your pardon?”
“I don’t mind doing the cuddling, but I also enjoy being the cuddled,” You said, walking around to the bed and getting in your preferred side, the blankets over you. “That’s one of the reasons I’m glad for this marriage, you always looked … warm, and I tend to run cold at night.”
He gave you the funniest expression of disbelief that you had ever seen in your life, and your smile grew wide. Then, he actually seemed to blush. Tyrion Lannister, known throughout all of the whorehouses, blushing. “Is this a joke?”
“I might be smiling, but I’m not laughing. Come, it’s been a long day, and with how much you drank, I have the feeling you’re not up to your … husbandly duty.”
“I didn’t think you would want me to be,” Tyrion said, setting the goblet back on the table and walked towards the bed, still looking cautious as if it were a trap.
“Maybe you should ask before you assume, my husband.”
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The Minx Working on a little Post Season 8/Sansa and Tyrion one shot to get back into the writing spirit. I am going to just post the story here. It is on Ao3. Just a little fun romp/ snippet.
The Minx
Tyrion pinned Sansa to the featherbed. He straddled her, holding her down with his his weight and gripping her by the wrists, as he moved his face closer to her, his green eyes sparkling mischievously. Perched above her he looked down at her playfully with a boyish half smile, the dimple on his cheek adding to the roguish effect.
“You have been very mischievous sweetling”
“Have I,” she asked coyly
He squeezed her wrists as a bit of a warning. “You are being quite defiant now, though you are pinned down and completely at my mercy.”
She pretended to struggle, “And what will you do with your prisoner?
A boyish smirk lit up his face, “There are plenty of ways to punish you.”
He leaned down to whisper in her ear “You will not be walking straight for a week.”
She shivered as the richness of his voice seemed to stir something within her. Tyrion quirked an eyebrow at the effect his words seemed to have on her. It was very arousing watching the desire in her eyes. He began to place small kisses along her neck and collarbone, smiling against her neck as he heard her whimper softly.
“You are a complete minx.”
She giggled, squirming around on the bed.
“You should truly let me go, I am weak to your machinations.” He pulls her close, hugging her from behind.
“You should have thought of this before you did what you did.”
He was enjoying this cat and mouse game. He continued to tease her, pressing his body against her back, slowly moving his hands down to her waist with a touch so light that she almost thought she imagined it.
Sansa closed her eyes feeling the heat pooling within her, feeling a stirring that almost tempted her to turn around and take him into her arms again. Sensing her weakness he continues to caress her skin. Sansa turns around, unable to resist any longer. She pulls him closer. He slides his hands around to cup her bottom, pulling her closer.
Just a little interesting interview that I had not read before with Sibil Kekilli who played Shae on Game of Thrones.
Attempting to get back on track with my stories...
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Being absolute Sanrion trash today unrepentently.
Enjoy at your own risk.
Tyrion on trial at the Vale…why do I love this hair?
I think it’s the devil may care look in the second picture that really—-
I was just hating on Shae on my car ride to work. Kick rocks Shae. And Tywin---did not indeed shit gold. Cersei and Joffrey did not get wicked enough deaths.
Me whenever someone does something mean to Tyrion...
some more GOT thoughts:
underestimate daenerys targaryen at your peril
i want to slap everyone who has ever been mean to tyrion lannister, especially cersei, joffrey, and tywin, in no particular order
arya needs to add the guy who killed maester luwin to her list
apparently the braavosi come in italianate and germanic flavors
that is all.
Crushing
So...when does a crush become an obsession. Is it when your Tumblr is almost exclusively pictures of the person or is that just how Tumblr functions?
I am in the deep end of a teenage hormone level crush right now as a grown woman and it is something to behold.
I suppose I should step into this new phase of life with open eyes and an open heart.
The Lion in Winter
Summary: "Sansa Stark "the little dove" and Tyrion Lannister, "the demon monkey" reconnect after the "Great War." Bran Stark continues to have strange visions gifted to him by the old gods. Daenerys Targaryen struggles with her identity. The "Last War" rages on. Who will be left standing?
Excerpt: "Sansa was lost in thought. A tendril of her auburn hair fell across her forehead as she stared intently at the piece of parchment in front of her. The winter winds howled outside the castle windows. The light of the days had gotten shorter. The smell of the dead still lingered in the air. She half whispered to herself "I am home." The "Great War" was over. Yes. But Sansa knew that Cersei would do anything to get her hands on her. Cersei blamed her for Joffrey's death. Truthfully, Sansa was glad he was dead, but she had nothing to do with it."
Resharing the first Sanrion Fic I began. I will finish both of these fics before I die. Mark my words.
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin, A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms, Game of Thrones (TV) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Tyrion Lannister/Sansa Stark Characters: Tyrion Lannister, Sansa Stark Additional Tags: Mentioned Bran Stark, Mentioned Brienne of Tarth, Mentioned Podrick Payne Summary:
Sansa Stark is Queen in the North. She had always wanted to be Queen. But sometimes when your dreams come true they end up as small nightmares instead. She finds herself isolated and searches for connection.
This is one of my favorite scenes with Cersei and Tyrion
Why am I only noticing now that of the 3 -probably heads of the dragon- GoT main characters mother’s died giving child birth to them.
Dany, Tyrion and Jon.
Last but not least Tyrion Lannister my fav character. This is also my fav painting in this series.
Here is the series all together!!! enjoy!
Never forget what you are. The rest of the world will not. Wear it like armor, and it can never be used to hurt you.
Tyrion Lannister, A Game of Thrones by George R. R. Martin
what's the blandest asoiaf man you cannot believe people stan?
Jaime Lannister
After all of that character development throughout the past eight seasons he ends up going back to Cersei and DOESN’T kill her after everything she’s done? I always believed that he left Brienne behind last episode so that she wouldn’t follow him on his suicide mission to slay the queen and get killed as well. But instead, they have him hold Cersei and comfort as they both are crushed to death in the crumbling dungeons of the Red Keep?! FUCK YOU, GAME OF THRONES