every thought arya has about ned and every thought ned made about arya

Lyanna & Arya Parallels

I’m still on a high from last night’s episode, so I decided to write a meta in which all canon similarities between Arya and Lyanna are considered. This post is split up into sub-sections of specificity, ranging from appearance to temperament to familial relationships to several others. The sheer number of parallels between niece and aunt seems to be a trial in doppelgängers for GRRM and, I’m certain, will serve a greater purpose in the final books.

With that said…on to the she-wolves!

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anonymous asked:

Hellooo! Can you do something where Jon is the Stark and Sansa is the Targaryen, perhaps Rhaegar or Aerys' child. :3

smutty. i can always do a sequel with their wedding night and perhaps sansa wanting to take back her rightful place on the iron throne if people want!! let me know what you think. Everything is moved up timeline wise.

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anonymous asked:

but then why is ilyn payne in arya's list? arya doesn't feel responsible for her father's death, does she? she couldn't have done anything to protect him

She most certainly does feel responsible for his death. Not only was she present and trying to say or do something at the time-

The man in the black-and-gold armor stepped up behind Father and prodded him sharply. You leave him alone! Arya wanted to shout, but she knew no one would listen. She chewed her lip. 

A stone came sailing out of the crowd. Arya cried out as she saw her father hit.  

Her hand slid beneath her cloak and found Needle in its sheath. She tightened her fingers around the grip, squeezing as hard as she had ever squeezed anything. Please, gods, keep him safe, she prayed. Don’t let them hurt my father. 

For a moment Arya thought that the gods had heard her prayer, until Joffrey turned back to the crowd and said, “But they have the soft hearts of women. So long as I am your king, treason shall never go unpunished. Ser Ilyn, bring me his head!” 

Arya wriggled between Baelor’s feet and threw herself into the crowd, drawing Needle. She landed on a man in a butcher’s apron, knocking him to the ground. Immediately someone slammed into her back and she almost went down herself. Bodies closed in around her, stumbling and pushing, trampling on the poor butcher. Arya slashed at them with Needle.

High atop the pulpit, Ser Ilyn Payne gestured and the knight in black-and-gold gave a command. The gold cloaks flung Lord Eddard to the marble, with his head and chest out over the edge.

“Here, you!” an angry voice shouted at Arya, but she bowled past, shoving people aside, squirming between them, slamming into anyone in her way. A hand fumbled at her leg and she hacked at it, kicked at shins. A woman stumbled and Arya ran up her back, cutting to both sides, but it was no good, no good, there were too many people, no sooner did she make a hole than it closed again. Someone buffeted her aside. She could still hear Sansa screaming.

Ser Ilyn drew a two-handed greatsword from the scabbard on his back. As he lifted the blade above his head, sunlight seemed to ripple and dance down the dark metal, glinting off an edge sharper than any razor. Ice, she thought, he has Ice! Her tears streamed down her face, blinding her.

And then a hand shot out of the press and closed round her arm like a wolf trap, so hard that Needle went flying from her hand. Arya was wrenched off her feet. She would have fallen if he hadn’t held her up, as easy as if she were a doll. 

Arya actively tried to intervene while Ned was killed. She really couldn’t have done anything, but she was trying and sees it as failing to stop everything. She blames herself for not saving her mother as well from the Red Wedding, which is similarly a situation where she tried to stop her would-be protector from being murdered and blames herself for failing to do so even though she couldn’t.

But it’s not just her actions then and watching powerlessly as Ned is killed, she also had prior warning and had taken measures to try and caution her father and his guard:

It seemed to Arya there was something oddly familiar about him.

“If one Hand can die, why not a second?” replied the man with the accent and the forked yellow beard. “You have danced the dance before, my friend.” He was no one Arya had ever seen before, she was certain of it. 

She hears the threats made about her father and is the only one to know of them here.

“Father, they were talking about killing you! Not the monsters, the two men. They didn’t see me, I was being still as stone and quiet as a shadow, but I heard them. They said you had a book and a bastard and if one Hand could die, why not a second?”

She immediately goes to warn her father. She knows they were speaking of killing him and is concerned. She tries to caution him, but he doesn’t listen:

“Arya, they were mummers,” her father told her. “There must be a dozen troupes in King’s Landing right now, come to make some coin off the tourney crowds. I’m not certain what these two were doing in the castle, but perhaps the king has asked for a show.”

“No.” She shook her head stubbornly. “They weren’t-” 

They’re then interrupted but notice how Arya knew they weren’t mummers, knew there was a cause for concern and tried to instill that fear into her father.

“How many guards does my father have?” she asked him as they descended to her bedchamber.

“Here at King’s Landing? Fifty.”

“You wouldn’t let anyone kill him, would you?” she asked.
Desmond laughed. “No fear on that count, little lady. Lord Eddard’s guarded night and day. He’ll come to no harm.”

“The Lannisters have more than fifty men,” Arya pointed out.

“So they do, but every northerner is worth ten of these southron swords, so you can sleep easy.”

“What if a wizard was sent to kill him?”

“Well, as to that,” Desmond replied, drawing his longsword, “wizards die the same as other men, once you cut their heads off.” 

She then takes measures to warn Ned’s guard. She sees the differences in the number of protectors Ned has vs. the Lannisters, worries, and questions Desmond to ascertain that they will take the threat seriously.

One of the corpses was Desmond, who’d shown her his longsword and promised to protect her father. He lay on his back, staring blindly at the ceiling as flies crawled across his eyes. Close to him was a dead man in the red cloak and lion-crest helm of the Lannisters. Only one, though. Every northerner is worth ten of these southron swords, Desmond had told her. “You liar!” she said, kicking his body in a sudden fury. 

Arya believed Desmond, the “liar”, she now thinks she didn’t fight hard enough and probably thinks she could have saved her father if she went to other guardsmen and did more. 

Arya 100% sees herself as having failed her father here, failed to protect him. She watched helplessly as he was killed, was interrupted and overlooked whenever she tried to help, and had forewarning that her father was in danger. It’s very different from Jory and co. She didn’t see their deaths, had no warning about it, couldn’t have done anything in her mind.

Ned’s death, however, she feels she could and should have done more to protect him.

Arya even point blanks admits that she blames herself for being too weak and running when Ned (and Syrio) were killed with her just standing there uselessly:

Arya thought about running, but she knew she wouldn’t get far on her donkey when the gold cloaks had horses. And she was so tired of running. She’d run when Ser Meryn came for her, and again when they killed her father. If she was a real water dancer, she would go out there with Needle and kill all of them, and never run from anyone ever again. Arya, ACoK

So she does feel responsible for Ned’s death. Obviously she shouldn’t, there were maybe 20+ characters who contributed to it in some way and Arya wasn’t one of them, but Arya blames herself for a lot of things. Part of that is her low self-esteem and another part is how Arya views herself as a protector and feels it’s her job to be responsible for others despite being so young.