by kevin.ksp5

Tiles, Gustav Klimt

@kitnjon you are a lifesaver! And to that Reddit user, sending you forever good vibes! Reading on AO3, I just never think to download fics but lesson learned. I’ve missed mountainsbeyondmountains’ works.

Sansa Stark in different drawing styles

It took me 2 months to finish this challenge but I'm proud.

1. The dress is in the grey color of her house, and a pattern similar to Margaret Pole's on her wedding day in TWP, but simpler because she's still a child.

2. In BNHA there isn't much reference, the medieval AU didn't help much, so I imagined her as part of a school play like in the School Festival, the golden/yellow dress is based on Sansa's dream, as well as Lucrezia Borgia's from the first season

3. I don't know if Rumiko achieved the same style that she colored, there is only one dress of Akane as a princess, so I made reference to Akane's dresses in general, and a crown of winter roses that grow in her house, as well as a light blue color that if you haven't used it you have described.

4. Don't ask me, I don't remember where I got Sansa's dress, the green one is from another damask dress and a small hennin

5. Here we start things since KNY is possibly the furthest from drawing western dresses, so I was inspired by Sansa and Cersei's oriental style dresses from the first season, and the purple dress that she sometimes wears

6. Naruto is another one that doesn't have one, so I imagined her as a princess of a clan like Hinata but happier and calmer because she had an older brother heir like Robb. Her bandana has the Stark direwolf on it

7. Hanako-kun is inspired by a school uniform, possibly my least favorite, but I couldn't think of another, sorry

8. It's a chibi of a quiet moment of Sansa with Lady baby.

9. Arcane, I got inspired by dresses inspired by the modern Victorian age, also the land is loosely based on Robb's in the books

Son estilos de dibujos que tanto me parecen bonitos o que me marcaron en su tiempo, o ambos

Pueden ayudarme en mi kofi

what in the jonsa??

Honey Don't Feed Me - I Will Come Back

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by SilentFrenzy

Sansa had never once came to him for anything and only spoke to him in short, clipped words when she had to. Jon looked down when he realized her vibrant blue eyes weren’t trained on him but on the direwolf pup in his arms. She stopped in front of him and Jon had to resist the urge to step back again, scowling at himself for being intimidated by a little girl. An odd feeling in his stomach made him set his jaw as he forced himself not to get excited by her attentions.

Attentions she usually only awarded Robb.

He had always tried to avoid feeling envious of Robb when little Sansa trailed after him as though he were her own personal hero, watching him with big eyes full of pride and awe. Jon adored Arya, but she would never assign him such a role. Arya didn’t need anyone to be her hero, and Sansa would certainly never share the affections she gave Robb with him, nor would she show him any affection whatsoever for that matter. Catelyn would see to that, just as she had seen to it from the moment Sansa could understand words.

“Won’t you tell me his name, Jon?”

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It Will Come Back - Hozier

Words: 17133, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

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 Fics inspired by the S8 teasers. Header by @ward–runa​

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Out of the Eastern Sea: Prologue

Written for Day 3 of @jonxsansafanfiction’s Jon x Sansa Remix: Book Couples.  I chose King Caspian and Ramandu’s daughter (Lilliandil) from The Voyage of the Dawn Treader, the third novel in C.S. Lewis’s classic series The Chronicles of Narnia.  I only finished the prologue in time for the posting deadline (sorry!) but will be posting more chapters as I finish them.

Trigger warning: This prologue contains a good deal of backstory, which involves attempted sexual violence.

The blue and gold hill began to tremble underneath the Lady Sansa’s feet.  She sighed and stomped one bare foot on the ground, for she knew what to expect next.

As if that did any good, she thought bitterly.  She stopped humming – right before the crescendo of the song, as always.  Her fingertips stopped just short of stroking the blue rose in front of her – which she had been within an inch of picking, as always.  For a moment she considered plucking it anyway, but the ground only shook harder, and the rumbling noise began, and Sansa sighed.  She gave the rose a last glance of regret before picking up her skirts and gliding off through the golden grass toward the hill that meant home and the sea and Father and another long, empty day.

No sooner had Sansa’s hand touched the door than it gave way in front of her, as always, and she awoke at once to find herself staring into the gaze of Lady, her only companion apart from Father.  The silver wolf ceased her growling at once, as always, and laid her head on Sansa’s pallet.  Sansa stroked it as she reached for the candlestick on her bedside table.  She sighed again.  The same dream had troubled her every night for the past seventeen years.  Perhaps troubled was the wrong word, for no matter how many times she opened the door of her hillside abode, she found herself enchanted anew by the waves of golden grass and the jewel-blue of the roses, and she could not help but sing as she danced her way through them.  But the notes of her song were not quite her own; they skipped and whirled like a rushing brook, so unlike the deep, aching melody of the Song of the Dawn, which she and Father sang together as the sun rose over the Eastern Sea every morning.  Her feet stepped in strange patterns more suited to a partners’ dance, which was ridiculous because of course Sansa had no partner.  And Sansa’s hand never quite reached the rose she tried to pick before she awoke.  Lady’s growl always interrupted her at the last moment, and today was no different.

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Jon x Sansa Remix: Day Seven

Fic: Glory - Achilles/Briseis by @the-lady-firefly  Prince Jon had come to fight the battle for glory, not for the beauty that was stolen by the Northern prince. In search of glory though, he finds peace… in the form of the Northern princess Sansa. The love affair that ensues almost changes the outcome of one of the most famous battles in history.

Fic: The Princess of Winter - Westley/Buttercup by scifigeek10  Sansa walked slowly down the hallway trying to comprehend what had just happened. She had been married to that vile creature.

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Brooklyn, baby (on ao3 or below cut)

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EVER AFTER

Day 5 - Jonsa Candy Hearts by @jonxsansafanfiction

Once Upon A Time, in the faraway Kingdom of Westeros, Jon Snow heard his own name, repeated over and over, piercing the endless darkness of his dreamless sleep.

“Jon? Jon Snow? Jon?”

Jon moaned. He turned from one side to the other and he reached for his blanket to pull it up and cover his almost freezing body. But no matter how far his hands reached, there was no blanket and no matter how much he tried to slip back into that comfortable slumber, the voice saying his name became louder and louder.

“Jon Snow!”

His eyes flashed open and he sat up. A scream escaped his dry lips when he felt the aching pain in his back and the stiffness of all his muscles. His comfortable slumber, the endless darkness of his dreamless sleep, had clearly not come when he had expected it. Instead, he sat on the wooden floor of a dark and way too silent inn. He heard soft snoring. He heard rough breaths and once in a while some coughing and after he had blinked a few times he noticed how everyone around him was still asleep.

“Jon Snow!”

He blinked a few more times and then he noticed the pale white female figure in the corner of the inn. She had long red hair covering her curves and she had her legs crossed with her hands folded around her knee. “Who are you?” Jon looked around and he furrowed his eyebrows while he tried to understand the absurdness of this situation.

“Does it matter?” The female had a sharp and strong voice. “The better question is who are you?” She curled her lips up into a mischievous smile and she cocked her head while her glance rested on the young boy completely dressed in black.

“You already know my name.” Jon pushed himself up and straightened his aching back. He still carried his sword around his waist and the silver and golden coins he expected to be stolen were clattering in his black leather purse.

“A name is nothing but given by our parents. It doesn’t define who we are nor who we can be.” The female replied. She had a strange glimmer in her eyes and she kept the sinister smile plastered to her pale white face. “You, Jon Snow, are the prince who was promised. And you, Jon Snow, will be the one breaking the curse keeping the world asleep.”

“Me?” Jon widened his eyes and he cleared his throat while he tried not to show the slight nervousness that came over him. “Out of all the soldiers gathered in this inn? Out of all my friends? Out of all the other princes in this kingdom, I am the one to save this world?”

“You are, my prince. Grab your sword and travel north. Go there where the wind is at its coldest and where not even the breath of a dragon can warm you. And if you have faith that his curse is yours, and only yours, to break I promise that nothing can harm you.”

Before Jon could open his mouth to say something, to ask the thousand questions lingering in the back of his mind, the woman had disappeared into thin air. He turned around and again and again. He placed his hands on Samwell Tarly’s shoulders and shook him and shook him until he was absolutely certain that his best friend was not gonna move. He searched and searched and searched for someone else who was awake. But eventually he discovered that there had been more truth in the woman’s words than he liked. And eventually he decided that if the part of the curse was true, then maybe the part of him being the one to break it was true too.

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An Old Friend

My gift to @ladywolfmd for GOT Secret Santa! 

There will be one or two additional chapters, but I had to get the first one up before the Christmas craziness sets in. 

Merry Christmas, and I really hope you like your gift :) 

{This picks up right after Jon executed the traitors at Castle Black and informed Edd of his decision to leave the Night’s Watch. Sansa has stayed in the Vale with Littlefinger, and has not married Ramsay.}

~~~ The entry gate horn blew, interrupting Jon’s heated exchange with Edd. It was two riders, bearing the sigil of the Vale of Arryn, with strict orders to deliver their message to Lord Commander Snow, and only Lord Commander Snow.

Jon took the scroll begrudgingly, and instructed his brothers to see the men to a hot meal and bath.

Edd followed him back into his chambers and sat across from him as he read it.

To the Lord Commander Jon Snow,

You are hereby invited to a Winter Council meeting, to be held one moon’s turn from now in White Harbor. We have received your missives regarding the White Walkers, and wish to unite the North in an effort to defeat them.

You will be joined by myself, Lord Petyr Baelish, Protector of the Vale, as well as Ramsay Bolton, Warden of the North, and hosted by Lord Wyman Manderley.

We hope to enjoy your presence, Lord Snow. An old friend of yours may be waiting for you upon your arrival.

Signed,

Petyr Baelish

Protector of the Vale and Lord of Harrenhal

Jon handed it to Edd once he finished reading it.

“An old friend of yours?” Edd asked. “Who’s he talking about?”

Jon shook his head and leaned back in his chair. “I don’t know.” He rubbed his hand over his beard, contemplating Littlefinger’s words. “It can’t be-”

“Who?” Edd prompted.

“He couldn’t have one of my siblings, could he?” Edd frowned.

“Why wouldn’t he have just said that?”

Jon shook his head. “From what I’ve heard, Littlefinger is the best politician in the Seven Kingdoms. He probably thinks I’d come with an army if I knew he had one of them hostage.”

“What are you gonna do?”

Jon stood quickly from behind his desk. “First, I need to speak to those riders.”

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this sudden inexplicable madness

Rating: Not Rated Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply, Underage Category: F/M Fandoms: Game of Thrones (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin Relationship: Jon Snow/Sansa Stark Characters:Jon Snow, Sansa Stark, Gendry Waters, Tormund Giantsbane, Davos Seaworth, Jaime Lannister, Arya Stark Additional Tags: underage-ish book and tv combination but au-ish, Language: English

Note:  Bit late. So sorry. I hope I can do all 31 days but oooh, work and RL hasn’t been cooperating but I will try my very best. Thank you in advance for reading. Many thanks for the fabulous jonsa community, for all the love and inspiration!

“My sister.” There was a heavy thoughtful pause as everyone around the table waited with bated breath. “Well, she isn’t actually my sister; she’s more like a sister. I grew up with her and she took care of me when I was this small,” Tormund held his thumb and index finger about an inch apart, frowned and shook his head.  “Bit bigger than that,” he amended, looking cross eyed, “Wasn’t truly sure if she was of my blood and all that. Large woman though. Definitely. Nice big hefty breasts. Wide hips.  Not at all ugly, mind you. Hekla, we called her. ” Tormund answered, his face suddenly taking on a different shine, an old long ago memory touching him as he turned gentle and soft-eyed.

“Aye, I miss that woman. Used to scream at me all the fucking time. ‘ Ave not seen her since she got stolen by one of the men from ice river clan. Don’t know what happened to her. ” Tormund was silent after a whole second, aggressively wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, as though trying to rid himself of the odd feelings that had surfaced after he answered Gendry’s query.

If Gendry had not been drinking too much, Jon suspected he would not have asked this utterly awkward question because honestly, Jon did not want to know details of anyone’s first kiss and not just any kiss, kisses from mothers and aunts did not count. Well, at least kisses that were familial and that had nothing to do with a painful-delicious stirring on their bodies. Gendry had been very exact.  And Jon could only guess why Gendry had asked in the first place. If Gendry had wanted to get some sound advice, this would not be the right venue or the right men to ask.

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jonsa kink week 2018 roundup

the list of all the submissions to kink week 2018 are under the cut! i may have missed something, but if i have just send us an ask or direct message @kingsnovv and i’ll be sure to add it to the list.

also, now that kink week is over this blog is going to focus on two things. first, you can still send us prompts or “@” us in your kinky fic/art so we can reblog it for our followers. second, we are running a gift exchange in april. please sign up!

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Of Nightmares and Dreams

Rating: Teen and Up Audience Fandom: Game of Thrones (TV)A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin Relationship:Jon Snow/Sansa Stark Characters: Jon Snow, Sansa Stark, Robb Stark, Arya Stark Additional Tags: Cannon divergent

Well, now! A proper fic at last. Hope you guys enjoy this. 

Summary: Now, Jon was the one left to take care of Sansa. Now she was his to protect.Such a possessive word. His.It scared him. It thrilled him. Just thinking of it made his lungs hurt, it was like he was drowning and could not breathe, it made him sick to his stomach.  

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got drabble - swirling colors

Everything changes when Sansa is born.

The identity of Jon Snow’s mother becomes known out of necessity then – Ned wishes he could avoid it, wishes he had a different, perhaps better, explanation for what they’ve witnessed. However, he cannot, and there is not, so he mustn’t hold his tongue. Must reveal his most guarded secret—his biggest sacrifice.

His honor, after all, means very little when the lives of those he loves are in peril.

Catelyn spends much of the first moons at Winterfell both hating herself and hating her lord husband. But never the babe.

Never Jon Snow.

A babe, she thinks, as she informs the nursemaid that she would take care of feeding her lord husband’s bastard. An innocent babe, she insists, as she watches him play with her trueborn son – watches him grow besides her Robb.

Younger by a handful of moons, she’d been told; she clings to that thought, tucks it safely within her mind. Takes it out to remember it when uncertainty fills her—her one reassurance amidst the despair that sometimes threatens to overwhelm her.

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(Dedicated to @amymel86, who made this beautiful moodboard, and @tiny-little-bird who helped inspire the story!)

Jon and Sansa visit the same spot in Winterfell every day. Sansa goes there at dawn, Jon at dusk. They each have visions of their future wedding, thanks to a special grey and silver stone that the old gods gave to Jon.

After the Great War is over, and Jon’s parentage is revealed, Jon confesses his love, and Jon and Sansa wed under the weirwood tree. Sansa has the stone that brought them together set into a necklace, and unknowingly creates a new tradition in the North.

Sansa stood on the ramparts, the cloak of her hood turned up against the cold, as the sun crested over the forest. Shafts of light pierced through the treetops, painting the world a delicate gold.

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@jonxsansafanfiction All Hallow’s Week - day 4: costumes

Working Late

“Sans? Sans, I’m home,” Jon calls stepping over the threshold and throwing his jacket onto the coat stand in the hallway. 

“Sansa?” he calls out more loudly. 

“Upstairs,” her voice replies. 

Jon wastes no time in going straight up to her, eager to greet her with a kiss. On days like today when he works late, he looks forward to coming home to her even more than usual. 

As Jon enters the bedroom, his breath catches in his throat and his heart seizes to beat. Sansa is stood across the room in front of a tall mirror and though a long red cloak draped over her shoulders prevents him from seeing anything, in the reflection he can see she’s wearing a red and black lace corset with matching black stockings. He swallows the lump in his throat and she turns around to face him, a smile on her face. There are two protruding fangs coming from her mouth, her lips are blood red and Jon is in awe. 

She gazes at him from across the room, her ocean blue eyes twinkling and he lets out a light laugh. “Not that I’m complaining, but why are you dressed like that?” 

Popping the fangs out of her mouth she replies, “Trying out my outfit for Robb’s Halloween party.”

Jon stares at her wide mouthed and says, “You’re wearing that out? As in outside? In public?” 

She grins at him with pearly white teeth and saunters over to him. “No. I bought this especially for you.” 

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