KINGSLAYER.

I HAVE MADE KINGS AND UNMADE THEM.

[kingslayn]

alright, listen. i’m thinking very heavily about revamping this blog recently because i miss you guys. miss jam lan. miss the memes. anyways. i have some psds that i think might work for me now soooo i’m gonna try to start remaking icons. hopefully that will spark some muse and i’ll come back here. in the meantime, hi. love y’all. <3

[baawri]

[kingslayn]

okay so basically i’m making this post to document what the hell has been up with me for the last couple of months, and i promise to make it short lol. basically i was living on a relative’s couch through the holidays and was only here on mobile but always intended on returning when i moved back to my apartment. flash forward to like a couple weeks ago and i opened my computer to start doing some things and low and behold, photoshop won’t work. so i uninstall and start messing around in my files and it corrupted everything i had related to photoshop and deleted most of my resources. i have no icons, no psds, no textures, no fonts, so i’ve been really struggling to find the inspiration to be around. i’m about to fix the no psd problem and make an icon psd and start to icon everything again and i hope to be around soon. but i just wanted to let y’all know that i promise i haven’t forgotten and i miss my jam jams so i’ll be back soon. ily! 

[princessofpoldark]

#MARRIAGE

[kingslayn]

this is a tiny bit late, but merry christmas to my wife @notwench​! you are the brienne to my jaime and thank you for existing. ♡

[lifeinpoetry]

I, too, have been losing my gentleness / since the first young wound.

Hari Alluri, from “Ancestral Memory,” published in Poetry (via lifeinpoetry)

[kingslayn]

                         the air nearly burns his lungs, frigid and sharper than a knife. winter is coming, whispered the starks, and sure as the summer sun, it comes. the snow falls feet upon feet, burying all flowers and men alike, suffocating them in an endless white abyss. a part of him sorely longs for the greenery of kings landing, or what once was kings landing. it’s not likely i shall see it again, he thinks, though the thought doesn’t come as unnerving as it should. perhaps the starks are part wolf to stand such weather. she hardly seems bothered. sansa stark stands stronger than an oak, looking more like her mother than jaime recalls, though it feels a lifetime ago since they’d seen one another. i am a different man now, with this thought, he attempts in a light tone, ❛ lady sansa, the hour is growing late. wouldn’t it be best to rest? ❜ // @hiddensteel​  ♡’d.

[galethei-archived-deactivated20]

    half  gods  are  worshiped  in  wine  and  flowers                                     𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕    𝚐𝚘𝚍𝚜    𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚛𝚎    𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍

[kingslayn]

okay so the deal is that most of my starters are done but aren’t formatted because i haven’t gotten the chance to yet. if you’re waiting for a starter, it’ll be out soon, pinky promise. i’m sorry i’ve been so sparse, i started a new job and it’s pretty intense and i haven’t fully adapted yet. but soon i’ll be back around and i’ll do some Actual Stuff. thanks for being patient with me, y’all are angels. love u long time xo 

[greelin]

[points to a bird chirping to start off a beautiful brand new day] you shut the fuck up

[kingslayn]

               okay, i’m officially gonna do a starter call here and actually get some interactions out. hit the ♡ for a starter. 

[kingslayn]

        ❛ i thought you would have been long dead by now, clegane, ❜ the tone drips with lannister snark, all barbed words and sharpened teeth, a lion in his own right. it’s said with a nonchalance of conversations held in court, though the look reflected in his verdant gaze is less than friendly,   ❛ i cannot help but be terribly curious, why would the likes of you be interested in finding sansa stark? ❜ / @scndor​  ♡’d. 

[kingslayn]

               okay, i’m officially gonna do a starter call here and actually get some interactions out. hit the ♡ for a starter. 

[kingslayn]

notwench  ›  ‌BRIENNE OF TARTH.:

                      HER PERSISTENCE FALLS TO UNWILLING EARS , but still she tries to rouse from the bed , to sit and to stand and to show that she is well and breathing . never mind the harsh tones of his chide , nor the piercing verdant greens , nor the way her bones ached and bellowed . she ignores that churn on her belly too - the way her stomach rolls back and forth and reminding her in hushed whispers ; oathbreaker , oathbreaker , oathbreaker . 

                      “ i won’t be able to protect her if i sit around here doing nothing. “ brienne counters . she does not quite meet his eye . “ my fever has broken as my bones are almost set . i don’t need to be coddled ; i am fit to ride a horse as well as fight if i need to . “ her voice cracks , sucking in lungfuls of air . “ i swore an oath . i promised to lady catelyn that i will find them . i had promised her …–  what good would i be if i cannot keep it ? “ 

                    yet again they are at an impasse, steel to steel, a familiar dance that makes mending wounds ache. must we always do this? can we not exist without ripping one another apart? sapphires burn into him like wildfire, singeing him to the very marrow of him, no place left to run. could jaime bring catelyn back from the undead, he would slice her throat thrice over.  

                    ❛ you won’t be able to protect yourself should you continue, ❜ he insists, letting his concern harden his will,  ❛ what good is an oath if you die before it’s fulfilled, hm? and should you retrieve sansa, where exactly do you intend to go? the north may not be safe, and to travel when winter is so near is a death sentence. pray, tell me, lady brienne. tell me what you will do in this state. ❜ 

[kingslayn]

hi hello tommen adores his uncle-dad, i just want you to know that

               hello just wanna let you know that jaime about to risk it all for his nephew-son. 

[kingslayn]

notwench‌ ›  BRIENNE OF TARTH:

           “ 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. “

❛ ✦  ㅡ   canon  dialogue  starter  //    @kingslayn​  liked.

              ❛ and you will, my lady, ❜ there is something seething about her stubbornness in such a state, her refusal striking him like a well aimed blow. exertion bleeds out of her like a poorly patched wound, and the concern brimming at his edges calls for as much confusion as it does frustration.  ❛ you are in no state to protect her as you are. you can barely stand straight, let alone swing a sword. this is foolish. ❜ 

[pcsitivibee]

positivity for kingslayn : i’d like to give some love to @kingslayn! what an incredibly kind and talented individual. they put so much thought and love behind their portrayal of jaime and it’s incredibly inspiring and a blessing whenever i get to have them on my dash.