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Askhari Adaar - Gay bookworm sweetheart

Taerion Lavellan - Power hungry idiot

Raina Trevelyan - Don’t like? Kill.

Iovra Lavellan - Just... Solas no!

Nalwyn Lavellan - Ray of sunshine!!!

Holst Trevelyan - Awe! my boy

Sirev Cadash - Will wreck shit.

Use 3 words

To describe your inquisitor

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When someone tells me my OTP is stupid.

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Kingslayer. Oathbreaker. A man without honour.

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Jaime. Thank you…for my life.

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They called him the Lion of Lannister to his face                     and whispered ‘Kingslayer’ behind his back.

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Sounds like you quite fancied him. (I did not fancy him.) Oh, Gods, you did. Did you ever tell him? No, of course not. You weren’t Renly’s type, I’m afraid. He preferred curly-haired little girls like Loras Tyrell. You’re far too much man for him. (I’m not interested in foul rumors.) Unless they’re about me. It’s all true about Renly. His proclivities were the worst kept secret at court. It’s a shame the throne isn’t made of cocks. They’d have never got him off it.

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That was unworthy. Forgive me. You protected me better than most. Don’t you mock me.

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On a scale from 1 to Nikolaj Coster-Waldau how much do you ship Jaime & Brienne?

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We don’t get to choose who we love.

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I dreamed of you.

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Nikolaj Coster-Waldau and Gwendoline Christie photographed for Entertainment Weekly, SDCC 2014.

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"Would that Jaime had come with me" - A selection of book quotes from A Feast for Crows where Brienne thinks of Jaime

Originally compiled by Le Cygne here:

1) Jaime would not do that. He was sincere. He gave me the sword, and called it Oathkeeper. 2) She meant to keep the heavy oaken shield Jaime had given her, the one he’d borne himself from Harrenhal to King’s Landing. 3) The bathhouse had been thick with the steam rising off the water, and Jaime had come walking through that mist naked as his name day, looking half a corpse and half a god. He climbed into the tub with me, she remembered, blushing. 4) Would that Jaime had come with me, she thought… but he was a knight of the Kingsguard, his rightful place was with his king. 5) Zollo and Rorge and Shagwell would have raped her half a hundred times if Ser Jaime had not told them she was worth her weight in sapphires. 6) Jaime sang “Six Maids in a Pool,” and laughed when I begged him to be quiet. 7) That night she dreamed herself in Renly’s tent again… And when the shadow sword sliced through the green steel gorget and the blood began to flow, she saw that the dying king was not Renly after all but Jaime Lannister, and she had failed him. 8) Ghosts. “A wall I rode by once. It does not matter.” It was when Ser Jaime still had both his hands. 9) She went to sleep dreaming of the fight they’d had, and of Ser Jaime fastening a rainbow cloak about her shoulders. 10) He clawed at his belt and came up with a dagger, so Brienne cut his hand off. That one was for Jaime. 11) “You have two hands.” One more than you left Jaime. 12) All of it came pouring out of Brienne then, like black blood from a wound… the voyage down the Trident, dueling Jaime in the woods, the Bloody Mummers, Jaime crying “Sapphires,” Jaime in the tub at Harrenhal with steam rising from his body, the taste of Vargo Hoat’s blood when she bit down on his ear, the bear pit, Jaime leaping down onto the sand, the long ride to King’s Landing, Sansa Stark, the vow she’d sworn to Jaime, the vow she’d sworn to Lady Catelyn, Oathkeeper, Duskendale, Maidenpool, Nimble Dick and Crackclaw and the Whispers, the men she’d killed… “I have to find her,” she finished. “There are others looking, all wanting to capture her and sell her to the queen. I have to find her first. I promised Jaime. Oathkeeper, he named the sword. I have to try to save her… or die in the attempt.” 13) I could slink back to King’s Landing, confess my failure to Ser Jaime, give him back his sword, and find a ship to carry me home to Tarth, as the Elder Brother urged. The thought was a bitter one, yet there was part of her that yearned for Evenfall and her father, and another part that wondered if Jaime would comfort her should she weep upon his shoulder. That was what men wanted, wasn’t it? Soft helpless women that they needed to protect? 14) “Sapphires,” she whispered at him, as she gave her blade a hard twist that made him shudder. 15) “Jaime,” she heard herself scream, “Jaime.” 16) She could not fight without her magic sword. Ser Jaime had given it to her. The thought of failing him as she had failed Lord Renly made her want to weep. “My sword. Please, I have to find my sword…  Jaime called it Oathkeeper. Please.” 17) Oathkeeper. I have to find the girl. I have to find his honor. 18) Jaime! she wanted to cry. Jaime, come back for me! 19) “The Kingslayer’s whore.” She flinched. “Why would you call me that?” “If I had a silver stag for every time you said his name, I’d be as rich as your friends the Lannisters.” 20) Jaime. The name was a knife, twisting in her belly. “Lady Catelyn, I… you do not understand, Jaime… he saved me from being raped when the Bloody Mummers took us, and later he came back for me, he leapt into the bear pit empty-handed… I swear to you, he is not the man he was.”

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Childhood must have been awful for you. Were you a foot taller than all the boys? They laughed at you, called you names? Some boys like a challenge. One or two must have tried to get inside big Brienne. One or two tried. Ah, but you fought them off. 

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Sworn to Renly Baratheon. Sworn to Catelyn Stark. And now my brother. Must be exciting to flit from one camp to the next serving whichever lord or lady you fancy.

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[jaime lannister voice] brienne of tarth??? nah what a jerk what a— [trips] [hundreds of thousands of photos of brienne of tarth spill out of jacket] w-what a fuckign asshole i these arent mine im just [gathering them up frantically sweating] listen i just listen fuck [thousands of pictures of brienne of tarth scatter across the floor] shit fcuk im holding them for pod just listen