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The Seven Great Houses of Westeros (2/7)- House Stark of Winterfell

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unchainedgiant:

              Elain stood proudly, back straight and sharp features seemingly sharper than ever. She was an Umber in those coal eyes and that black hair, but everything else screamed of her mother. Everything except the demeanor. Lady Umber was the smallest of The Giants and the one that made The Wall look warm. She was an intimidating woman, but as loyal as ever to The Stark cause.               “ My Lady, the loss is not in vain. My brother sacrificed his life for yours, if only for a time. He died doing his duty, as I will die for my duty to The Starks.” Her voice was clear as a bell and a small smile came across her hard features. “ Our revenge shall be cold and brutal and long awaited, as this Winter has.”              She let her eyes scan over the room at the images of the vassals among the crowd. Lords sat with bored expressions, but it was just the three Ladies who looked as intense as ever. Lady Mormont, Lady Stark, and Lady Umber.

              A tug pulls at chapped lips. A tug of a smile & warmth. This was the loyalty her father always spoke of, the innate loyalty Northerners had to each other that other areas in the Seven Kingdoms seemed to lack. Their lives built on being bound together to survive the harsh winters. She missed it, the comfort of home and those sworn to her family. Sansa missed the North.

             “No it is not in vain. Your brother was very brave and I appreciate your loyalty & courage.” She speaks in courtesies, and for once the words don’t fall flat. Genuine truth laced in her words . . . and it’s freeing.��“They will not see what has hit them, all their underestimation will destroy them. In the end, we will be the ones to see spring.”

          Eyes carry to the room, her stature more confident and much older than her years. “Are you afraid?” If Sansa was . . . her face didn’t show it. 

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2017 // 2016

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fuilteach:

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There is only a passing resemblance to humanity in War’s stride. There’s purpose and wrath in the fall of his thunderous boots, bloodlust in every swing of Chaoseater. Wight’s were strewn and flung with every crash of his immortal blade, their long-clotted blood rolling and splattering across wall and blade. 

These weren’t meant to be. They were a cheat, a violation of the Balance, and they would be remanded. And the White Walkers, their masters?

They would face something worse than death; a ruthless, mad reckoning at the hands of the Red Rider.

One wight leaped for a slight girl, clad in furs, and no one could leap to her in time. And yet, out snapped War’s hand to catch the undead’s heel, prosthetic talon gripping the bone tight enough to feel it crack in his iron fingers. And then he turned and tossed the creature aside, into a line of it’s kin, sending them sprawling across the snow. 

“Get inside,” War said to Sansa, voice level and cool. No need to ponder the ancient, unfathomable rage in his eyes, or his eternal stature-in this moment, he was her savior. 

Despite the furs, the cold stings at her cheeks. Sansa is harshing the winter that has finally arrived . . . perhaps she should’ve stayed, stayed out of harms way. But she was a Stark of Winterfell, and had a duty to remain strong for her people. No one could’ve predicted the White Walkers to cross the wall ( the mere existence still came as one of doubt . . . till now ). 

She had to gather everyone to a safe place, the women and children that was. Keep them warm, fed, and provide moral support. But there was frantic tears of a CHILD left behind, the men sent had not returned.

It was a burden she wore upon her own shoulders. Not much of a fighter but she could run . . . and she knew the corners and crypts of Winterfell . . . from games of hide and seek among children.

But still, there were too many, one leaping at her, and all she had was a log unsteadily reached for. That was when she was saved . . . by a red rogue she had not seen the likes of before. One that demanded a presence. Eyes met his, words nearly compelling her to run. But a beating heart keeping her there . . .

“I can’t . . . not yet. There’s a child of on the the women . . . and the men I sent out , did you see what became of them?”

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♪Playlist 웃Wardrobe

modernize meme // accepting

   ♪    Playlist                   random five songs from their favourites playlist.

1. Our Song by Taylor Swift

2. Young & Beautiful by Lana Del Rey

3. Galway Girl by Ed Sheeran

4. Sign of the Times by Harry Styles

5. anything by an early 2000s boy band

       웃   Wardrobe                      what is their style label? 5 examples of their clothing.

Sansa definitely has a very feminine/preppy style of clothing.

(1) Cute spring-dresses                  here ,   here  ,  here(2) Rompers                  here, here, here(3) Crop Tops & Shorts                  here, here, here(4) Lots of Jewelry & Accessories(5) Maxi Dresses                  here, here, here.

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Her hair was a light,                 soft brown and her eyes were wider                                                                    and KINDER.

                                  Indie Andromeda (nee. Black) Tonks RP                                                  Private && Selective                                                    Written by Eleni

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☕ Coffee Shop

modernize meme // accepting

☕   Coffee Shop                      what would they order from a coffee shop or cafe?

I feel like Sansa would be very much of a starbucks addict. Summer would be reserved for any combination of flavors for Frappuccinos that she found off Pinterest. Yes she is one of those “secret menu” customers that probably are intolerable to the workers. The Fall is all for pumpkin spice lattes or chai tea lattes (which that one extends into winter with the basic peppermint mocha). And you bet she was ALL OVER that Unicorn Frappe. Basic white girl coffee drinker end of story. And those healthy wraps, spinach & feta wrap, sign her up.

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geraltzriviii:

  “ my lady! ”  the men calmly address the red haired woman, the so called Stark-Girl.  geralt wasn’t very much known with all the houses in westeros,  in the years he has been quite a lot overseas.  not as if it was there any better of course,  but the job was certainly better with his line of work.  but always during way,  monsters and creatures came out of their caves to feast on the death and that’s when the witcher had the most work.  “ i’ve heard rumours of a contract placed by your kin. ”

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She turns to watch the man whose calm is much more unsettling than one would imagine . . . brows furrow, confusion on what sort of contract this may be. “That’s the thing about rumours . . . there is no telling what may be of truth. ” Something learned during her time at King’s Landing where liars surrounded every corner. One could not believe all they heard, unless they had a scatter of spies & sources. “May I inquire on what sort of contract this is? And what it is people call you?”

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    modernize me.

        for characters from fantasy or historical settings.         send a symbol to see what my muse would be like in the present day. 

                  ►   Netflix                   what does their Netflix queue look like? if Netflix has all the TV & Movies!

                  ♪    Playlist                     random five songs from their favourites playlist. 

                  👏   Dream                       what is their aspiration?

                   👓   Education                       top 3 subjects, worst 3 subject. what was their ‘clique stereotype’?

                  ♚   Resume                       what is their occupational history?

                  ☒   Criminal Record                     do they have one? what did they do? their mugshot.

                  ☺   Online Profile                       top five sites, example tweet, what would their tumblr be like?

                  ✞    Beliefs                       what is their religion, political leaning & what would they advocate for?

                  🎧   Gaming                      top 3 games, favourite game genre. are they any good?

                  ✎   Books                       their five favourite books. what type of story do they like?

                  ✈   Travel                    good driver? how do they get to work? been abroad?

                  ✿   Home                       what does their home look like; and their bedroom?

                  ☕   Coffee Shop                       what would they order from a coffee shop or cafe?

                  웃   Wardrobe                       what is their style label? 5 examples of their clothing.

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rules  :  you can  only  say  guilty  or  innocent  .  you are  not  allowed to explain  anything  unless  someone  messages  you  or  asks  you .  REPOST  ,  DO  NOT  REBLOG  ! !

NOTE  :  this  applies  to  canon  ,  modern  &  or  both  **

asked  someone  to  marry  you  ? innocent 

kissed  one  of  your  friends  ? guilty

danced  on  a  table  in  a  bar  /  tavern  ? innocent

ever  told  a  lie ?  guilty

had  feelings  for  someone  whom  you  can’t  have  ?  guilty

ever  kissed  someone  of  the  same  sex  ? innocent

kissed  a  picture  ? innocent

slept  until  5pm  ? innocent

fallen  asleep  at  work  / school  ? innocent

held  a  snake  ? innocent

been  suspended  from  school  ? innocent

worked  at  a  fast  food  chain  /  restaurant  / café ?  innocent

stolen  something  ?   innocent

been  fired  from  a  job  ? innocent

done  something  you  regret  ? guilty

laughed  until  something  you  were  drinking  came  out  of  your  nose  ? guilty

caught  a  snowflake  on  your  tongue  ? guilty

kissed  in  the  rain  ? guilty

sat  on  a  roof  top  ? innocent

kissed  someone  you  shouldn’t  ? guilty

sang  in  the  shower  ? guilty

been  pushed  into  a  pool  with  all  your  clothes  on  ? guilty

shaved  your  head  ?  innocent

slept  naked  ?  innocent

made  a  boyfriend  /  girlfriend  cry ?  guilty

shot  a  gun  ?  innocent

still  love  someone  you  shouldn’t  ? guilty

have  /  had  a  tattoo ? innocent

liked  someone, but  will  never  tell  who  ? guilty

been  too  honest  ? guilty

ruined  a  surprise  ?  guilty

been  told  that  you’re  beautiful  by  someone  who  totally  meant  what  they  said ? guilty

still  have  communication  w/  your  ex  ? guilty

cheated  on  someone  ? innocent

got  so  angry  that  you  cried  ?  guilty

tried  to  stay  away  from  someone  for  their  own  good  ? guilty

thoughts  about  suicide  ? guilty

thoughts  about  murder  ? guilty

how  about  mass  murder  ?  innocent

stalked  someone  ? innocent

had  a  girlfriend  /  boyfriend  ? guilty

gotten  totally  drunk  during  a  holiday  ? guilty

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ahopefulbunch:

willas, garlan and margaery were all as good at politics as the next, maybe garlan wasn’t quite on the level of the other two but loras was far below them when it came to working the courts.  he was a knight, a glorious image like something straight out of a story as far as everyone was concerned because they only time he was seen was at tournaments when he looked like that and it could be pulled off. the truth was he was prone to sulking, with a short fuse and a spoilt nature who’s emotions always lay on the surface, very thinly mask and prone to cracking.

his mask was not as good as his siblings and now, when it had to be the best it ever was, his grief made is as tightly stretched as it has ever been. it was only the possible danger towards margaery that kept him in line…..most of the time.

“ i do not think that reminding him of my sister’s previous husband would be the wisest of moves, do you? ”     came his reply, the sarcasm dripping from his tone was clear despite his attempts to keep his mask in place.   still there’s a small amount of amusement in him as he hears her words, instead of the outrage that he could have thought about.  seeing through someone else’s front was uncommon in kings landing, but times like this made it clear to the knight of flowers that she was newer to this than anyone else.

it’s almost like he doesn’t register the condolences that came from the young girl in front of him.  either enraged or numb, there was no in between with him now and no one can understand his pain, his suffering, and in the space of two sentences loras goes from the latter to the former.  it’s kept behind clenched teeth and the raging fire that sparked into life in his eye but still very noticeable, his mask of content politeness had a number of cracks, especially when talking about renly. especially when talking about what people now said about the old peach king.

“ i want to take on the world. ”     he spoke after a while, voice almost void of emotion in his rage and scarily low and quiet.  it didn’t directly answer her question but he had no answer for that.   “ i want it to strike down everyone who ever said or will say any of the filth that is spoken of him, i want to watch their blood run down the halls until it stains the stones red, i want to watch them fall and then maybe they would understand my pain.”

the worlds fell from his lips before he could stop them and the way that he speaks shows no sign of joking but he knows that these words could incriminate him slightly.   if anyone asked his anger was entirely directed against stannis and the stormlands banners who had defected to his side; he would not voice directly how much he loathed the lannisters too, at least not to the stark girl.     this could all be a trap for his family, could all be putting margaery in danger by speaking like this, but he sees no reason why the stark girl would want to do the lions’ bidding more than she would want to do the tyrells.   they had not beat her.

“ but i cannot… ”         loras finished after a pause, the rage in his eyes having vanished into a dead and emotionless look.  such was his grief that allowing it to consume him would cause him to crumple and fall apart.   “ margaery will be queen and it is my job to protect the royal family. ”

“No . . . that would not be wise.” She agrees in what could almost be registered as a near defeated tone. Nor would she want his grace to be reminded, not want to put Lady Margaery in harms way after everything the beautiful brunette had done for her. She would be an incredible queen, one that was kind & would treat the realm as it deserved. She had been kind to Sansa, her presence making King’s Landing the tiniest bit bearable ( and the hushed promises of Willas Tyrell . . . an escape from her cage. How she longed for that day. ) Margaery was like a sister she had always dreamed of, so no, she did not want to endanger her. 

Did not want to make anyone endure the torment she has gone through. Despite the public beatings & humiliation, there was still a kindness in her heart. No one deserved what she had been forced through ( no one was a lie, the Lannisters deserved it ) Sometimes it leads her to wonder on her own capabilities. If she had it in her to take vengeance. Once upon a time she had dreamed of pushing Joffrey to his death, didn’t even matter if she fell with him . . . but someone had stopped her. Even if they hadn’t, would she have followed through?

It was an answer she did not know. Hatred may burn through her veins, but she was not a KILLER. Looking at Ser Loras, a man she saw as the epitome of knighthood, all she can think of now is red. All she can think is of how many he has killed, on the field of battler or not. And thus comes more disillusionment, now much easier to take than the first. As if she had grown use to having her world turned upside down. 

His tone can make her believe of his capabilities. She watches, hooked on by his words as a shiver runs down her back. There’s a feeling of empathy, perhaps they were both caged here. Both had someone stolen from them, and both having much to improve upon for this game they played. & now she had something on him, just as he had on her. Both an equal danger to each other . . .. with no reason to sell the other out.

“I hope one day you can find comfort, with all that you feel. Perhaps once that traitor Stannis has fallen, it would be a load off . . ..” She speaks carefully, as if trying to show that was how she would take his words if needed. That she would not bring any accusations of treason.

She turns her head slightly, glancing around and feeling nearly lightheaded from the intensity . . . especially when there always seemed to be eyes watching. There’s some envy though, how safe of a position he was in . . . unlike her. Perhaps a change of subject would be best, for the time being. Despite how she longs to be open, longs to find someone to place trust in. 

“She will be a great queen, and is so very lucky to have someone like you by her side to protect her . . . It is clear you love your sister very much, brothers always make the best protectors.” And yet Robb still was fighting a war, still had not been able to swoop in and save her. “I miss it . . . having a brother.” The words tailored carefully, to be saved from treasonous accusations, and yet she feels some excitement, as if it is a dance with words. A risky dance but one that sort of brings a bit more life to her. 

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❛ Are you crying? ❜

@snarkofstark // question memes

She doesn’t even bother to hide it, the past few days have been careless to say the least. Ever since the cruel words spoken that surely must have been a nightmare suddenly being a reality. Words that made a FOOL of all her prayers & shattered her hopes and dreams. The first few hours when she was alone were sobs vibrating from her chest, followed by abstaining from meals, any sort of appetite lost when thinking of how the Freys had slaughtered her mother & brother. How their bodies were disrespected in death. They were to be mourned .& she did not care what was to happen to her, not right now when MAD with grief. The only thing that kept it from being public was a refusal to give the Lannisters any satisfaction . . . even in TEARS she fought them with each leak. 

                        “Am I not allowed to MOURN?” The words are numbed.

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              ❛     YOU KNEW HANNAH,   right?     hannah baker.    ❜           the inquiry is rhetoric   ( everyone knew hannah )   ;   binders     &     notepads pressed to her chest     -    that   poised  grin administering over her lips.       ❛     we’re hosting a vigil for her this weekend.   in the parking lot.     ❜        &       though the passing is still QUITE FRESH    it’s a very   well-planned  vigil.     almost too perfect.            ❛      you should come.      ❜    

              “ A little bit . . . ” it’s a lie that slides off the tongue too easily. A lie that does little to soothe sleepless nights staring at her ceiling, sleepless nights of self-blame for being part of the BYSTANDERS . . . for never having the bravery to bring her actions to full & open kindness. For being a COWARD . . . “ That . . . is very kind, it sounds like it will be lovely . . . what time will it be? ” No, it would not be lovely, it would be nothing but FAKE , just like everyone in this school when it came to the topic of Hannah Baker. 

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“Thank you for keeping me company, Princess Myrcella. I cannot wait until we are officially sisters.” She speaks in soft courtesies, focusing on their embroidery as flowers in bloom surround them. It is peaceful . . . for such a DANGEROUS place. Sansa can’t look up though, does not have the strength to lay eyes upon those golden locks . . . it was not fair to place blame for a crime of the family, sweet Myrcella had no role. Yet the pain lingered . . . and she as a reminder. “Everything is so beautiful here . . . do you enjoy to come here often?” It’s small talk . . . anything but the serious circumstances of her survival, anything but her family & her engagement.

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