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I usually don’t do this kind of fanart and it all started out as a fun thing. But then one thing led to the other and…this kinda happened. It’s seriously cheesy and by far not perfect, but *shrugs* why keep it to myself, right? :)

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A reluctant farewell.

Sketch by @elaiz  Artist Linktree: https://linktr.ee/elaiz Date Finished: February 02 2024

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You swore an oath to return the Stark girls to their mother. Lady Stark's dead. Arya's probably dead too, but there's still a chance to find Sansa and get her somewhere safe. ★ JAIME LANNISTER, SEASON 4

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Jaime Lannister: King of the Insult-Compliment

“She hunched gracelessly in the saddle, but seemed to have a sure seat nonetheless.” – Jaime II, A Storm of Swords

“Well, she may be ugly but she’s not entirely stupid. Jaime gave her a grudging smile.” – Jaime II, A Storm of Swords

“But this was a woman. A huge cow of a woman, to be sure, but even so… by rights, she could be the one wearing down.” – Jaime III, A Storm of Swords

“There’s a pig-stubborn bitch, he thought. But brave, yes. He could not take that from her.”  – Jaime III, A Storm of Swords

“The wench looked as ugly and awkward as ever, he decided when Tyrell left them. Someone had dressed her in woman’s clothes again, but this dress fit much better than that hideous pink rag the goat had made her wear. ‘Blue is a good color on you, my lady,’ Jaime observed. ‘It goes well with your eyes.’ She does have astonishing eyes.” – Jaime IX, A Storm of Swords

“‘… You’re not half bad with a sword, but you’re not good enough to take on two hundred men by yourself’.” – Jaime IX, A Storm of Swords

I just love it how often Jaime ends up thinking something more positive about dear Brienne when breeding out yet another insult *sigh*

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me when the chopping of jaimes hand (spoiler alert) is immediately succeeded by a very two-thousand-ten-core whimsical rock rendition of the bear and the maiden fair and not the melody to which I have become accustomed over the course of three seasons

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random jaime lannister sketch

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re the raked brow anime protag scar it is funny bc u can notice hardcore jb artists bc they always give jaime that lol

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What do you mean this didn’t happen…

(crappy quality is crappy…sorry guys)

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She reddened. "My name is . . ."

"Brienne of Tarth." Jaime sighed. "I have a gift for you." He reached down under the Lord Commander's chair and brought it out, wrapped in folds of crimson velvet.

Brienne approached as if the bundle was like to bite her, reached out a huge freckled hand, and flipped back a fold of cloth. Rubies glimmered in the light. She picked the treasure up gingerly, curled her fingers around the leather grip, and slowly slid the sword free of its scabbard. Blood and black the ripples shone. A finger of reflected light ran red along the edge. "Is this Valyrian steel? I have never seen such colors." (ASOS, JAIME IX)

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Y'know what, fuck it. I still love Jaime. That is MY BOY.

I’ve adored him ever since the first episode. I’ve spent far too much time defending his character to abandon him now because of shitty showrunners and horrendous directing.

Fuck you D&D, you won’t ruin Jaime for me.

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So anyways Jaime’s facial expressions this season is the gift that keeps on giving

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Jaime, A Feast for Crows.

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It had been years since his last vigil. And I was younger then, a boy of fifteen years. […] A boy knelt; a knight rose. The Young Lion, not the Kingslayer. But that was long ago, and the boy was dead.

(AFFC, Jaime I)

That night he dreamt that he was back in the Great Sept of Baelor, still standing vigil over his father’s corpse. The sept was still and dark, until a woman emerged from the shadows and walked slowly to the bier. “Sister?” he said. […] “I am not your sister, Jaime.” She raised a pale soft hand and pushed her hood back. “Have you forgotten me?” Can I forget someone I never knew? The words caught in his throat. He did know her, but it had been so long … “Will you forget your own lord father too? I wonder if you ever knew him, truly.” Her eyes were green, her hair spun gold. He could not tell how old she was. Fifteen, he thought, or fifty. She climbed the steps to stand above the bier. “He could never abide being laughed at. That was the thing he hated most.” “Who are you?” He had to hear her say it. “The question is, who are you?” […] The woman raised her hood again and turned her back on him. Jaime called after her, but already she was moving away, her skirt whispering lullabies as it brushed across the floor. Don’t leave me, he wanted to call, but of course she’d left them long ago.

(AFFC, Jaime VII)

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