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"Drifting snowflakes brushed her face as light as lover's kisses, and melted on her cheeks." -ASOS, Sansa VII

"When the blaze was all acrackle, he peeled off his stiff gloves to warm his hands, and sighed, wondering if ever a kiss had felt as good. The warmth spread through his fingers like melting butter." -ACOK, Jon VIII

Snow kisses and kissed by Fire

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CAN YOU SPELL BEALEAF WITHOUT LEAF?

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Hello again! This is your reminder that Sansa Week is upon us, less than a month away! 

Our prompts are:

Day One: Little Dove

Day Two: Court Life

Day Three: Friends & Foes

Day Four: Love/Marriage

Day Five: Pawn to player

Day Six: Heritage

Day Seven: Future

Remember to use the #sansaweek2024 tag for your fan-work so that it reaches us and a wider audience. We'll see you on May 15 sharp 😊❤️

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hbomaxnordic: Everyone be trying on the redhead filter on TikTok, but nobody rocks it like her.

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Can you imagine the incandescent rage Cersei would feel if she knew Stannis Baratheon WAS seduceable all along she just had to magically kill one of his brothers? My girl would be steaming she'd be like I DID THAT WITH MY WITS AND JUGS (of wine) AND SOMEHOW IM IN THE WRONG???

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Show Dany’s burning of KL has always been seen as a Mad Queen argument but I always thought of it as entitlement and rage emanating from that entitlement. The people of Westeros were supposed to welcome her and her armies, they were supposed to open their arms and open their forts up to the rightful ruler of their kingdom, they were supposed to vouch for her not be resistant to her rightful conquest, not attack her, provide her with what was hers all along, overthrow the usurpers in her name before she even came along. They were supposed to be on her side and they weren’t. They betrayed her. So she burned them and she took what was hers, with fire and blood. It wasn’t some of unreasoned madness but I feel wrongfully reasoned clarity.

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JONSA!!!!

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Queen of the North -

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Fic prompt: Jon teaches Sansa archery after feeling jealous when he saw Theon and Sansa practicing together

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On the battlements he stands, watching over the courtyard that is a flurry of activity, as it always seems to be these days.  There is never a dull moment there in Winterfell as they make what surely will be their final preparations for the battle that was to come. The threat of death looms overhead and there isn’t a single person among them that does not fear what could be in the coming days.

His attention, however, does not last long on the dutiful men as they work to ensure preparations are complete. Instead, his gaze sweeps across the way, to the most northern corner of the courtyard, to where he catches sight of the red hair he would know anywhere. He is surprised to see her there, a bow in hand, her ivory features pinched with a frown. Before he can blink, there appears another and at once there is a beast called jealousy roaring in his chest. 

He watches as Theon steps around her, carefully positioning her hands as they should be, helping her to draw back the bow string and holding the arrow straight. He watches as she bites her lip in concentration, as she furrows her brow, as Theon must say something encouraging for she’s smiling ever so slightly- then she’s releasing the arrow and it misses the mark by a mile. She looks discouraged but Theon is touching her shoulder and she’s smiling once more, turning to watch him go to retrieve another. They’re back at it then, his hands over hers, so close he surely must feel the warmth of her skin between the layers of the wool they both wear- again, the beast in his chest roars. 

“My lord?”

He turns at the sound of the voice, drawing him out of his head and back into reality- if just for now. 

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He catches her as she’s descending the stairs and her smile is dazzling, even so early in the morning. “Off to practice archery, are you?” He questions and her cheeks stain crimson, her footsteps slowing to a stop. 

“You saw?” She asks softly, staring at the floor like a child caught misbehaving. 

Jon cannot help but to laugh at her expense, which draws her eyes back up to his face. “Aye, I saw,” he says, reaching out to gently tug on a lock of her red hair. “I thought I might help you today,” he continues, his hand falling away from her, but his fingers long to feel her hair, her skin, her, once more. Her blue eyes widen with surprise but she’s grinning, nodding, a new pep to her demeanor that wasn’t there even just a moment ago. “You needn’t learn this you know,” he says as they walk out the double doors and into the crisp, morning air. 

“I know,” she says softly, the look on her face telling him everything he needed to know. She wasn’t doing this for herself, she was doing it for her people, for her home. Just in case… Just in case she needed to protect someone, she might just be able to do so. Jon wonders if there’s any other lady or lord in the world that would do such a thing. 

“Like this,” he’s saying now, helping her to hold the bow as she needs to, carefully placing the arrow to the string. “Square your feet now.” She adjusts her pose and suddenly, it feels far more natural than it had the day before. Jon’s hands are warm over her own as he adjusts her ever so slightly, pulling back the string just an inch more. “Perfect,” his breath is warm against the back of her neck, so close they are now. “Let go…!” She does and the arrow flies, not striking the center, but striking the board all the same. “There you go!” He shouts happily and she’s laughing, dancing around him as he reaches for another arrow. “Again,” he says and she falls back into position, smiling to herself when he presses himself against her once more. 

The next arrow strikes even closer and she’s the one to let out a cheer, red hair swinging as she turns to face him. “You are quite the teacher,” she compliments as they take up their pose yet again. 

Jon laughs, soft and slow against the shell of her ear. “You are a natural,” he insists as she narrows her eyes, focusing on her target. She’s caught up in her own mind now, not listening to him at all, so he steps away, watching as she is the one who holds the bow, holds the arrow. And then she is the one to let it fly, shooting across the way to strike the dead center of the target. 

She lets out a cheer and turns back to him, throwing her arms around him, laughing, sinking into the warmth of his arms. “You are a good teacher,” she reminds when he holds her at arm's length, gray eyes meeting blue. He opens his mouth, thinking he might argue, but the beast in his chest is purring and he knows it isn’t worth it. Seeing her smile was more than enough, in truth. 

These moments were enough.

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A Song of Ice and Fire: Character Evolution

Arya Stark

Bran Stark

Jaime Lannister

Jon Snow

Sansa Stark

Theon Greyjoy

Tyrion Lannister

By GabKT

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Sansa Stark Moodboard

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asoiaf characters

“My skin has turned to porcelain, to ivory, to steel.”

sansa stark moodboard

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Sansa Stark in every episode

4x03 - Breaker of Chains

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Jonsa + Romantic Tropes ➝ [ 6.04 ]

↳ THE GLOMP: A hug verging upon a flying tackle which sometimes knocks the recipient over and invariably ends up with the glomper wrapped securely around some part of the glompee’s body. If the glompee actually does reciprocate the glomper’s feelings; in these cases a glomp symbolizes one character literally bowling another over with affection.

Glomp (slang): to embrace enthusiastically; to pounce on and hug, often from a running start.

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Where do courtiers and other members of the royal court live in King’s Landing? I assume they rent a manse or something. Would a queen’s lady (like Taena to Margaery) live in the Maidenvault?

Where do courtiers and other members of the royal court live in King’s Landing?: We know that people who work for the Crown directly have their own apartments in the Red Keep: the Hand gets his own Tower, as do the Kingsguard (though the six get bare sleeping cells, whereas the Lord Commander gets his own floor), Petyr Baelish and Varys have their own set of rooms (though Tyrion complains that Varys’ are small and under a wall, so maybe they’re not designated “Master of Whispers quarters” necessarily the way the tower of the Hand is), Pycelle has chambers underneath the rookery (which probably are designated for the Grand Maester, as official raven-keeper). Rego Draz of Pentos, Jaehaerys’ master of coin, lived in a manse in the city, but as he was offered residence at the Red Keep several times, he seems more the exception than the rule (the wealthy in the Free Cities live in manses, either in or outside city limits); and, as Tyrion points out, it’s much less safe during riots/wartime (Draz was killed in a riot). People who work for the Crown but of lower rank have smaller sleeping cells; the King’s Justice, Chief Gaoler, and (formerly) the Lord Confessor have rooms set aside between the dungeons and tower cells, whereas the undergaolers have sleeping cells nearby as well (though I’m assuming the lowest in rank share their cells). It makes sense that servants sleep near their place of work, such as cooks sleeping in the kitchen keep.

Courtiers who aren’t working directly for the crown are given rooms depending on their rank and size of household, usually assigned to them by the steward. Tyrion has Aliser Thorne “in a snug cell where no one has changed the rushes for a year” because he dislikes him. Probably the best passage to answer your question is in ASOS Tyrion VII: “Now that he had a wife and household, his lord father had agreed that more suitable accommodations were required, and Lord Gyles had found himself abruptly dispossessed of his spacious apartments atop the Kitchen Keep. And splendid apartments they were too, with a large bedchamber and adequate solar, a bath and dressing room for his wife, and small adjoining chambers for Pod and Sansa's maids. Even Bronn's cell by the stair had a window of sorts. Well, more an arrow slit, but it lets in light.” Gyles Rosby at this point hadn’t been appointed Master of Coin, but is wealthy and one of the Crownland’s most prominent lords; his apartments in the Red Keep has enough room for the lord’s bed/bath/living room and small rooms for servants. Bronn gets his own sleeping cell (with a window), as does Brella the housekeeper, whereas Sansa’s other maids have to share. Close servants can sleep in chambers adjoining that of their employer, or even share a bed (as with ladies-in-waiting).

Would a queen’s lady live in the Maidenvault?: According to ASOS Sansa I, “Lord Mace Tyrell and his entourage had been housed behind the royal sept, in the long slate-roofed keep that had been called the Maidenvault,” so it seems to be used as mixed-sex space for lords with large retinues by canon era. In that instance, yes, Taena would be in the Maidenvault, though because she’s married, would probably share chambers with her husband Orton, whereas Margaery’s unmarried cousins share her bed sometimes and likely share adjoining chambers (of course, this would change once Cersei takes an interest in Taena and makes her husband Hand of the King). Again, it depends on age/marital status and rank.

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hii about the character requests i would love to see euron or dany in your style 💗

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GRRM did AFFC so good actually. Flipped the male-centric series on its head with majorly female PoVs and then started the book with our resident paranoiapilled Cersei Lannister convinced that her killer is hiding in the walls of the Red Keep. He introduced the first true knight of the series, keeping an oath to a dead woman. No chance, no choice. Asha fighting centuries of patriarchy to fight for her throne. “Balon let her believe she was a man.” “Your father made the same mistake with you.” Sansa and the whole Vale arc? Arya’s Cat of the Canals arc?? Hello? We have been served female characters on a platter here and I for one am eating. it. up. He truly snapped here tbh.