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Frog-faced Lord Slynt sat at the end of the council table wearing a black velvet doublet and a shiny cloth-of-gold cape, nodding with approval every time the king pronounced a sentence. Sansa stared hard at his ugly face, remembering how he had thrown down her father for Ser Ilyn to behead, wishing she could hurt him, wishing that some hero would throw him down and cut off his head. - Sansa VI, AGoT

“I will not hang him,” said Jon. “Bring him here.” “Oh, Seven save us,” he heard Bowen Marsh cry out. The smile that Lord Janos Slynt smiled then had all the sweetness of rancid butter. Until Jon said, “Edd, fetch me a block,” and unsheathed Longclaw. - Jon II, ADWD

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🩵👑🐺medieval sansa core🐺👑🩵

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Shitty little doodle based on something my friend and I were talking about lol

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A Wreath Of Fire

Chapter 45

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22333339/chapters/169713001

Sansa’s mother had always said that the worst part of war was waiting. She had told them of the fear, safe behind high stone walls, waiting to hear of what had become of those she loved.

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What do you think about Ygritte speech to Jon about why Wildlings are justified in stealing?

As much as I’m sympathetic to common people rising up against the rich who privatize things these people need to survive (food, water, shelter, medicine), Jon’s response is pretty much accurate: The wildling raiders aren’t stealing fish and apples, but iron weapons, luxury items to trade with smugglers (for weapons), and kidnap women to sexually and domestically exploit. They don’t have the manpower to take their fight directly to the lords, so instead they steal from the common people they deride as “kneelers”, burning their villages and killing the inhabitants (at Queenscrown and Mole’s Town). And they know these people aren’t harming them directly and often have the bare minimum to survive in the North, but the raiders feel entitled to it because they took it by force. The Iron Islanders’ way of the Iron Price has a similar philosophy, and it has also brought its people suffering because it’s ultimately unsustainable; a society that can only take from others has no way to grow, can’t forge alliances during hard times, and is liable to suffer once the people who do have enough manpower to defeat them come to fight.

I made a point in another post that not all wildlings go on raids, and some farm/garden, breed animals, mine, trade, and even bake or smith. Ÿgritte herself comes from a village, which judging by the other wildling villages we’ve seen (Whitetree), means a collection of timber houses, a well, some gardens, and a sheepfold. So the idea that the raiding way is the only one she knows seems doubtful, but settled village life isn’t romanticized in her culture. But tending apple trees and fishing takes patience, which she doesn’t have.

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[so horny my eyes are defocusing] maybe i ccould be your sword

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“no one wants you for their king. sorry.” literally the greatest line in the history of fantasy

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49, aensa? please for my hungry children?

Of course! Enjoy :)

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

Sansa stared at Aegon, not understanding. What was he asking about?

He stepped forwards and gently, so very gently; brushed a hand against her back.

“Why didn’t you tell me about the depths of the Lannisters’ cruelty?” His hand traced the path of the scar left by the Kingsguard blade, “Why did I have to hear about it from Varys?”

Sansa twisted to capture his hand in hers and pulled it to her cheek, “Because I thought you’d find me weak.”

Aegon pressed his lips to her forehead and spoke with a devotion she had once only dreamed of. “Never. I could never find you weak.”

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51 with robbeonsa :3

Theon kissed Sansa’s bare shoulder as Robb carefully wrapped the bandages around her. Sansa had stopped crying, but her face was still blotchy and red, streaked with tears. She had been crying on and off all day, from mingled grief and joy. Robb was weeping, silently, tears disappearing into his scruffy beard.

“Brave girl,” Robb said. “I’m so sorry. I’m sorry I wasn’t faster. I didn’t think—I never wanted to hurt you.”

“You didn’t,” Sansa said. “You didn’t swing the sword. You didn’t order it. I prayed for your victories.” She reached out and took Theon’s hand, squeezing gently.

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#25 for sayne (sansa x jeyne poole) xx

xx here are some Girls

Jeyne cuddled close to Sansa, pressing a hand on her breast to feel her heart beating. Thu-thump, thu-thump.

Sansa made a sleepy noise, nuzzling Jeyne’s cheek. “You’re safe,” she whispered. “I’m here. Ramsay and Littlefinger are dead.”

“There are things I haven’t told you,” Jeyne said, hiding her face in Sansa’s shoulder as though she could hide from her memories. “Things you’d hate me for.”

“No,” Sansa said. “Nothing you could have done could make me hate you.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“Because I love you,” she said, in a kingly tone. “So all your offenses are pardoned.”

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My lady, look down on this battle with a mother's eyes. They are all sons, every one. Spare them if you can, and spare my own sons as well. Watch over Robb and Bran and Rickon. Would that I were with them. -ACOK, Catelyn IV

Catelyn as the Mother of the Seven

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Drabble List #14

75 prompts to write drabbles or longer stories.

"I didn't ask for your help."

"We're in this together."

"You have to let me go."

"I won't let them take you."

"We need to stay focused."

"All day, every day."

"They underestimated us."

"We have to keep going, no matter what."

"I can't let you go."

"This is our chance to make a difference."

"We need to think outside the box."

"I'm not afraid anymore."

"You can't silence the truth."

"We're stronger together."

"We can't ignore the signs any longer."

"Every decision has a consequence."

"Why did you choose me?"

"I can't pretend everything is okay."

"You're not who I thought you were."

"What happens if we fail?"

"I wish things could be different."

"You need to trust yourself more."

"This isn't just about you and me."

"We have to stop running."

"How can you be so sure?"

"You know what's at stake."

"I can't believe you lied to me."

"It's time to face our fears."

"We have to do what's right."

"I'm not backing down."

"This is our fight."

"You can't control everything."

"We need to take a leap of faith."

"I won't let them break me."

"This is our destiny."

"We have to trust each other."

"I'm not giving up on us."

"We can't let them win."

"I never thought I'd say this, but I need your help."

"We have to stay focused."

"This is our moment to shine."

"I'm not afraid of the truth."

"I can't believe you lied to me."

"We have to make it right."

"What are you willing to sacrifice?"

"You can't change the past."

"We have to face the truth."

"This is our only chance."

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"We can't let them win."

"I never wanted to hurt you."

"You have no idea what you're asking."

"I spent Sunday in bed."

"You have to trust me."

"We can't let them destroy everything."

"I can't do this alone."

"You need to believe in yourself."

"This isn't just about survival."

"We have to keep moving forward."

"I never meant to hurt you."

"You can't keep running away."

"We need to think clearly."

"I can't let you go."

"You know what you did."

"You have to see it for yourself."

"This is our destiny."

"We need to find a way out."

"I can't let them hurt you."

"You have to make a decision."

"This is just the beginning."

"We need to hold on to hope."

"I can't believe it's come to this."

"You have to be strong."

"Want to hear my alibi?"

"This isn't just a story."

Drabble Masterlist

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They threw her body into the river and called it mercy. But the Trident bore her back, crowned in vengeance, cradling death in her arms.

final product of this ask given to me by @bastardofharrenhal. Catelyn makes me feel a type of way

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My pookie

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home?

Exile. His heart pounded in his ears. Home. It had been so long, it seemed more dream than memory: the sound of the sea, the taste of salt, the cries of the birds. He could see his family again, those who remained. He didn’t truly know—Ramsay had often mocked him with tales of their deaths, as he had mocked him with tales of the Starks’ deaths, and he didn’t know which were true and which were lies.

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Love

And thus, the gown. Lady Sansa had her own gown, made of beautiful white silk embroidered with weirwood leaves and wolves in red and black. It was as lovely as she was and suited her perfectly. Jeyne’s gown was too fine to really be hers.

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«Sansa thought of the games she would play as a young child, always insisting that Robb joined in. He could never refuse and so he would be the brave knight to her captured princess, with Arya often playing the villain. The rescue attempt would always end with a sword fight while Sansa cheered Robb on, and when he won he would pick her up and spin her around while she laughed happily, kissing his cheek and declaring him the bravest knight in the seven kingdoms.

Though they were silly games of pretend, still Sansa waited in King’s Landing with the hope that Robb would be her knight just one more time.»

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