TYRION LANNISTER

• tyrion lannister
  
• tyrion

• the imp

• 265 AC / 36

• he/him / male

• lord of casterly rock

• casterly rock

• peter dinklage

• 4'5" and 51 kg

• a dwarf, you can't miss him.

• wine
• prostitutes
• brothel
• politics

• cersei lannister
• tywin lannister - (deceased/beheaded)
• joffrey lannister
• everyone who hates him.

• manipulation
• word of mouth
• being able to convince everyone to do his bidding
• knowing politics

• myrcella lannister
• tommen lannister
• wine 
• brothels

• of his sister's head on a spike
• of his nephew, joffrey dead

• myrcella and tommen being murdered by joffrey
• the closing of brothels

• visits brothels often
• drinks wine every time he speaks with cersei

• joanna lannister

• tywin lannister 

• jaime lannister
• cersei lannister

• none

• none

• the iron throne

• ashes

• they/them

You are born to a man who loathes your entire existence, a sister who loathes even your presence and a name that the man wishes to strip you off simply because there is no way that you could ever be his spawn. There is no way that the great Lord Tywin Lannister could ever father an imp broken and damaged. The man wishes death upon you so many times that you wish you could grant his wish and drop dead.

You don’t ever forget how much of a burden you are, how you bring shame into your family because your sister never lets you forget. Your entire existence is measured by the cruel joke of your birth and the fact that both your father and your sister constantly gang up on you and never utter kinder words than that of a viper. You are a curse, you took away her mother and you never gave her back even when she prays so hard until your father tells her that a prayer could never bring back a fallen soul. Their words are venomous at best like a viper.

Your father isn’t present, instead of taunting you, reminding you of your curse he is always in King’s Landing because as the Hand of the King, he must assist the mad King. The name alone fascinates you and you can’t help but wonder about the King. You are lonely, you have been left alone so much that you have gotten used to your own company. Your brother whom you see as kind is whisked away to Crackenhall to serve as a squire while your venomous sister goes and becomes one with the courts of King’s Landing. You are not jealous but you wonder…you wish and then you stop. Your uncle becomes a constant in your life while your father is gone, he teaches you how to tumble and you are happy, for the first time in forever you are really happy but happiness isn’t what is destined for you because when your father returns he puts a stop to everything and once again you are reminded that you are alone.

You are cursed, your sister never lets you forget. She chases after you and she never lets you forget how much she loathes you. Disdain is written all over her face and every single time you believe her because it is written all over her face. Books become your solitude, your lifeline committing yourself to learning all sixteen of the wonders described by Lomas Longstrider to memory. You are happy every single time you feel the paper on your fingers, every single time you read a word. That is your happy place and to show for your happiness you recite them on feasts and you don’t care who listens and who doesn’t. You are an avid reader and books are where you find happiness. Where you know that your sister can never invade. You are no warrior but you know that you can hold your own in a battle because even though you are a curse, you have been trained. It dawns on you early that you can never be a knight but another thought pops into your head and you hope to one day be a High Septon as the crystal crown added a foot to one's height so you study, you study so hard that the holy books become a second language to you.

You are a shame, you are a burden. kinslayer. he wished that he would have done it. He wished that his father would have gone and drowned you so that you could follow your mother. Like a babe crying for its mother. Kinslayer. those words remind you that Tywin could have done worse but then you remember that your entire life has been far crueler than what Tywin had envisioned for a bastard like you. The Lannister’s, the gift that kept on giving. ou meet a woman by the name of Tysha, your meeting is not fate nor is it destiny instead it is orchestrated, you fall for her enough that you marry her in secret. It is not because you thought that you could do better but because you honestly thought you were in love but when your father finds out about your wedding, he doesn’t speak ill of your bride instead he pays a sum to her, a prostitute who services every one of his guards while you watch. It is heartbreaking, gut-wrenching, you are yet again reminded that you are worthless, you deserve no love when your own brother, the same brother who has never blamed you or looked at you with disdain tells you that he had orchestrated his meeting with the prostitute in order for you to lose your virginity.

Your kinder brother is sent away to King’s Landing, you are not shocked nor are you angry or even sad instead you wish him luck and then you watch as he rides away from Casterly Rock and you are left alone with the devils from hell. It is satisfying to watch your sister be in pain, without her crutch by her side. You laugh, you trade jibes and then you remind her that she is all alone. When a war breaks out, and when your brother returns to Casterly Rock you are relieved to see him walk healthy if not damaged.
 
You are not sad, you are not in mourning and you are certainly not in any kind of grief. Not when you wish that it would have been you who should have killed Lord Tywin Lannister. It should have been you who drove the dagger through his skin while he slept, it should have been you who laced his favorite wine with poison fit for a Lord of the lions. It just should have been you. The satisfaction of watching his father’s corpse is bittersweet  not because he feels any which way but because he dreamed of ending his life himself. He was ready to bare the name of kinslayer t would have been befitting since his father was almost one himself.

The lord title alone angers your sister but it delights you even more. Knowing that you have this power, that your brother could give anyone but you. You are clever, cunning and have built up a steel wall that not even she can tear down. Your siblings marriage is not a surprise to you, no, it is something that you had expected but you can’t stop wondering whether Tywin is rolling on his grave or is he happy for his two children. 

The bastard children are born, Joffrey is first and with his birth is a volatile nature that you know you must tame. Joffrey is a child, and a child must be taught manners whether Lord or commoner. Trying to tame him is a full time job, but you don’t give up not when you can see the path that your nephew is paving for himself. The other children, Myrcella, Tommen are born and they are the opposite of the devil Joffrey, and it is the smile of innocence from Myrcella that steals your heart, the purity of Tommen’s desires. 

You realize when you look at these two souls that you would do anything and everything to protect them, it is the other one that you fear for his younger siblings. Dutiful uncle you are, It is the older one that you can't help but wonder how far his madness will go.