she likes asoiaf!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

my little sister thinks that both Sansa and Dany are bitches…where does that put her??? she thinks Jon is overrated…what am I living with?? she fucking loooooves Arya and Robb tho with a passion so that’s not all bad…

(I don’t support her opinion but it’s her own so I respect it.)

Originally posted by monalisa1797


“No one has ever allowed me to forget my heritage. I am Dornish. It was meant as an insult. But they should have known better. In Dorne, women rule.”

*Frank Sinatra’s My Way blares dramatically in the background* Woops, instead of actually finishing up the next chapter of A Tale of Sand and Smoke I ended up finally finishing this picture. Rhaenys deserves the throne, even if it is horribly uncomfortable. Goodness so many references used for that throne. Never again.

it’s got season again, so I’m drawing my fave asoiaf gals. here’s my girl sansa. 

Next time someone tells me that Lyanna was on board with Rhaegar declaring for his father and leaving to war against Ned, I’m just gonna show them this.

“I was with her when she died,” Ned reminded the king. “She wanted to come home, to rest beside Brandon and Father.”

Are you honestly trying to tell me that the girl who extracted a promise from her brother to take her home and bury her beside the father and brother she lost willingly accepted Rhaegar fighting in the name of the guy who killed them with no qualms about him potentially killing another of her brothers? The girl who went after the three squires at Harrenhal because Howland was “[her] father’s man”, the girl who entrusted her child’s life to her brother and was comforted in her death throes by Ned’s promise would never be alright with something that put her family or her people in danger.

Can we not undermine Lyanna’s bond with her family? From what we know about her, Lyanna was fiercely protective of her own with a high sense of honor, justice and Northern nationalism. She had a strong relationship with her brothers that one rode to the capital at once in her defense, one strove to keep his word to her no matter the cost to his person, and one joined the Night’s Watch probably out of guilt. Two of her brothers loved her son as their own. She may have felt stifled by her father and hated his plans for her but that does not mean she loved him any less. She wanted to be buried beside him (and no, that’s not about Brandon. Lyanna wanted to be next to Rickard as much as she wanted to be next to Brandon.) This is a family with very strong familial bonds and a girl with deep love for her family. Please do not reduce that just to ease the implications of Rhaegar fighting in Aerys’ name. No prophecy would be worth her family’s life, their blood would never be an acceptable cost to Lyanna. That’s not who she was.

i really and truly resent grrm for not giving us a better idea of what the stark women were like without southern influences. esp pre conquest stark women who were married to the kings of winter. arya and sansa were raised in large part by a septa which is def atypical. those teachings were extensions of the seven which had no place in the north, prior to this generation. cat is a southerner and even ned was raised in the south and they both expect their daughters to learn the ways of that world. but without that ??? lyanna is the only other female character we have as an example and while she wasn’t allowed to use a sword (openly) she was far from “”ladylike”” like arya she’s described as being wild and boyish. theres no indication of embroidery in her upbringing but horseback riding. besides a lot of northern women do openly fight like the mormonts and the wildlings. 

i mean i dont think women of winterfell were all tomboys as a general rule but i do wonder how important a lot of the traditionally feminine pursuits we associate with ladies were to their roles and educations. were they expected to wear fancy dresses and sing or write poetry and embroider pretty things all while being gentle and sweet? i cant imagine so since this is a grim culture that revolves around a very harsh unforgiving land. the northerners are practical people. they dont like frivolousness. singers hardly even bother going up there, the only music the starks know is the howling of wolves ect. theres no grand septs with songs and few extravagant tourneys with knights. they worship in the forests and spend their time preparing ready for winter and the cold darkness. these were hard men so the women beside them would be harder too 

most of the northern women do seem to be more wild and willful as opposed to ladylike and courteous. we see this in arya and lyanna stark, wylla manderly and the mormont girls, meera reed and alys karstark, ygritte and val. in bran’s vision theres a woman who cuts a man’s throat and theres a reference to arya flint as being an adventurous climber. they fight, they ride, they don’t hold back. and right theres thats like 99% of the northern girls. 

so i think its pretty safe to say northern women tend to be more wild like the place they were born and raised in but i would still kill for a fully realized lady of winterfell who’s untouched by the south. mostly for arya’s sake. she thinks she’s unwelcome in her own place because the only female influences growing up were southern-like and they made her feel inferior. they expected her to be pretty and girly and….southern. but arya’s not a southern lady she’s a northerner. she needed a northern female elder who would’ve embraced her wildness instead of trying to tame it. too late for that now but i hope in the future she will realize that you can be a woman without being ladylike. i expect it’ll actually be a big part of her arc. and hopefully she will make friends with many of the above mentioned northern girls. because arya would have the baddest crew with meera and wylla and lyanna m. tbh. 

I just want Sansa or Arya to repeat Sansa’s quote but rephrase it in s8 just for Dany when she rolls up to Winterfell with her ‘bend the knee or die’ mentality: “I’m sure burning people alive is very satisfying, but that’s not the way you get them to work together.”


pre. game of thrones  ♔  Catelyn Stark

“…And when Brandon was murdered and Father told me I must wed his brother, I did so gladly, though I never saw Ned’s face until our wedding day. I gave my maidenhood to this solemn stranger and sent him off to his war and his king and the woman who bore him his bastard, because I always did my duty.”


asoiaf au: Lyanna survives childbirth and weds Robert. 

King Robert loved his Queen Lyanna and Seven Kingdoms bled for it.

Yet their marriage soon turned into a sad union, when the couple found great difficulty in conceiving an heir. For seven years the only heir to the Iron Throne was Robert’s brother, Stannis.  

The first and only child Lyanna bore the king was a black haired, blue eyed daughter named Arya. It is said that Robert was both disappointed and delighted by her birth. 

He named her heiress to the Iron Throne on her eleventh nameday. 

Sansa and her deepest desire: to be loved.

What i find so humam  about Sansa (and the reason why i can relate to her so much) , is that her deepest desire, is not having power or even becoming queen. No (for me)  Sansa has one dream: being loved by someone.  

Robert wanted to be loved. My brother Tyrion has the same disease. Do you want to be loved, Sansa?“

"Everyone wants to be loved.”

Of course this desire makes Sansa do foolish things. I mean thats the reason she betrays Ned. 

Her betrothed. Just thinking it made her feel a strange fluttering inside, even though they were not to marry for years and years. Sansa did not really know Joffrey yet, but she was already in love with him. He was all she ever dreamt her prince should be, tall and handsome and strong.

I shouldn’t be afraid, she told herself. I have nothing to be afraid of, it will all come out well, Joff loves me and the queen does too, she said so.

His smile emboldened her, made her feel beautiful and strong. He does love me, he does. Sansa lifted her head and walked toward him, not too slow and not too fast. She must not let them see how nervous she was.

Joffrey pushed himself to his feet. Please, Sansa thought, please, please, be the king I know you are, good and kind and noble, please. “Do you have any more to say?” he asked her.“Only … that as you love me, you do me this kindness, my prince,” Sansa said 

“Sweet Sansa,” Queen Cersei said, laying a soft hand on her wrist. “Such a beautiful child. I do hope you know how much Joffrey and I love you.”

“You do?” Sansa said, breathless. Littlefinger was forgotten. Her prince loved her. Nothing else mattered.

But even after Joffrey, Sansa still has this desire, to make someone love her, to feel loved. Even with Willas (who she has never met…) 

She pictured the two of them sitting together in a garden with puppies in their laps, or listening to a singer strum upon a lute while they floated down the Mander on a pleasure barge. If I give him sons, he may come to love me.

She wanted to look beautiful for Willas Tyrell. Even if Dontos was right, and it is Winterfell he wants and not me, he still may come to love me for myself. 

“I am, aren’t I?” Sansa giggled, and spun, her skirts swirling around her. “Oh, I am.” She could not wait for Willas to see her like this. He will love me, he will, he must … he will forget Winterfell when he sees me, I’ll see that he does.

After Willas though she seems to undestand that marrying for love is going to be possible, because she has a connection to Winterfell. 

The thought made Sansa weary. All she knew of Robert Arryn was that he was a little boy, and sickly. It is not me she wants her son to marry, it is my claim. No one will ever marry me for love.

Still in the winds of winter Sansa still has this little hope, that someone in time,  will love her. 

“Your lordship should not believe such nonsense,” Alayne said. “I’m sure Ser Harrold loves you well.” And if the gods are good, he will love me too. Her tummy gave a little flutter.

This time her eyes met Harry’s. She smiled just for him, and said a silent prayer to the Maiden. Please, he doesn’t need to love me, just make him like me, just a little, that would be enough for now. 

While it may look like Sansa may make the same mistakes with Henry that she did with Joffrey. She wont because she has learned that what glitters is not always gold. And sometimes being comely is not equal to being a good person. 

My Harry. My lord, my lover, my betrothed.

Ser Harrold Hardyng looked every inch a lord-in-waiting; clean-limbed and handsome, straight as a lance, hard with muscle. Men old enough to have known Jon Arryn in his youth said Ser Harrold had his look, she knew. He had a mop of sandy blond hair, pale blue eyes, an aquiline nose. Joffrey was comely too, though, she reminded herself. A comely monster, that’s what he was. Little Lord Tyrion was kinder, twisted though he was. 

Its also interesting to notice how Sansa feels that she has to be better to be loved  (braver or smarter…or even like things she doesnt: like riding)  

“You mean the Hound,” she said. She wanted to hit herself for being so slow. Her prince would never love her if she seemed stupid. “Is it safe to leave him behind?" 

Say something, she urged herself. You will never make Ser Harry love you if you don’t have the courage to talk him. Should she tell him what a good dancer he was? No, he’s probably heard that a dozen times tonight. Besides, Petyr said that I should not seem eager. 

What i find really tragic (and ironic)  is that the only other person who has the same deep desire to be loved for who they are is her “husband” Tyrion. But Sansa cant see it. Not because of his  looks, but because he is a lannister, so she cant trust him.

He speaks more gently than Joffrey, she thought, but the queen spoke to me gently too. He’s still a Lannister, her brother and Joff’s uncle, and no friend. Once she had loved Prince Joffrey with all her heart, and admired and trusted his mother, the queen. They had repaid that love and trust with her father’s head. Sansa would never make that mistake again.

What i hope for Sansa story in the future is that she starts to put herself first, and finds that kind of love in herself, her family  and her roots. 

they are so awkward they can’t even hold hands right but they are trying

this is @khaleesi-in-the-north ‘s fault (thank you)


Jon’s bond with Ghost and Daenerys’ bond with Drogon + parallels
(requested by @maesterleia)

anonymous asked:

Do you have any Sansa and Ned headcanons because their relationship (along with Cat and Arya's) is so underrated. People always say that Ned loved Arya more but he loved them equally and Sansa is his first girl, I can just imagine her being a daddy's girl when she was young even if she's a proper lady

Hello Anon! Yes I have headcanons about Sansa and Ned relationship (and also for Arya and Cat!) 

First: Ned is Sansa first hero. Sansa love for stories and knights comes from her admiration from her father. This is not even a headcanon, its a canon statement to me, based on actual quotes. When Sansa is feeling scared her first reaction is to think about her father, who she sees  as her Savior: 

Slowly he turned his head. Lady growled. A terror as overwhelming as anything Sansa Stark had ever felt filled her suddenly. She stepped backward and bumped into someone. Strong hands grasped her by the shoulders, and for a moment Sansa thought it was her father, 

His courser was as slim as her rider, a beautiful grey mare, built for speed. Ser Gregor’s huge stallion trumpeted as he caught her scent. The boy from Highgarden did something with his legs, and his horse pranced sideways, nimble as a dancer. Sansa clutched at his arm. “Father, don’t let Ser Gregor hurt him,“ 

Sansa I AGOT or in  Eddard VII,  when she is scared the first person she thinks about is her strong father. 

Later she associates strong solmen figures (like Ned) with protection, with safety. 

Lord Yohn still looked as though he could break most younger men like twigs in those huge gnarled hands. His seamed and solemn face brought back all of Sansa’s memories of his time at Winterfell. She remembered him at table, speaking quietly with her mother. She heard his voice booming off the walls when he rode back from a hunt with a buck behind his saddle. She could see him in the yard, a practice sword in hand, hammering her father to the ground and turning to defeat Ser Rodrik as well. He will know me. How could he not? She considered throwing herself at his feet to beg for his protection. He never fought for Robb, why should he fight for me? The war is finished and Winterfell is fallen. “Lord Royce,” she asked timidly, “will you have a cup of wine, to take the chill off?

Bronze Yohn had slate-grey eyes, half-hidden beneath the bushiest eyebrows she had ever seen. They crinkled when he looked down at her. “Do I know you, girl?”

Solemn face…grey eyes…Strong..shy with women..: GRRM wanted to make an association with Ned here. Its clear that the more a person looks like her father, the more Sansa trust him and wants to be protected by him. Which is the reason  why I believe she longs for the hound, its the reason why i believe when Sansa meets Jon again, she will trust him and choose him over littlefinger. Because seeing Jon for Sansa (with his grey eyes, long and solemn face, strong and broody..) will be like seeing her real father reborn. 

Second:  Ned feeling for Sansa.

He loved her so much. He loves her to the point of choosing to save her and ruin his honor (which is something huge, considering how honor was important to him, and the fact that he made the same hard  decision only in 1 other situation: when he takes Jon as his bastard son, shaming his reputation so he can save him from Robert fury and keep his promise to Lyanna) 

She was his little lady and he wanted her sheltered and safe. Tragically is also the reason why the mess started: Ned should have talked to Sansa and explain his reasoning for breaking the engagement with Joffrey. He didnt because he saw Sansa as his sweet child who was not ready for the ugly realty (he doesnt want Sansa to see the hard truth…a problem that he passed to her. Sansa suffers from it: she escapes reality when it gets hard, and she learned it from her father…).

From his vantage point atop the throne, he could see men slipping out the door at the far end of the hall. Hares going to ground, he supposed … or rats off to nibble the queen’s cheese. He caught a glimpse of Septa Mordane in the gallery, with his daughter Sansa beside her. Ned felt a flash of anger; this was no place for a girl.

Sansa looked up from her food. “If she can have a dancing lesson, why won’t you let me say farewell to Prince Joffrey?”

“I would gladly go with her, Lord Eddard,” Septa Mordane offered. “There would be no question of her missing the ship.”

“It would not be wise for you to go to Joffrey right now, Sansa. I’m sorry.”

Sansa’s eyes filled with tears. “But why?”

“Sansa, your lord father knows best,” Septa Mordane said. “You are not to question his decisions.”

“It’s not fair!” Sansa pushed back from her table, knocked over her chair, and ran weeping from the solar.

Septa Mordane rose, but Ned gestured her back to her seat. “Let her go, Septa. I will try to make her understand when we are all safely back in Winterfell.” The septa bowed her head and sat down to finish her breakfast. 

Thats the problem between Sansa and Ned. If he just explained to Sansa what was happening  everything would have been different. Its also unfair the different standards in the way he treats his daughters . Ned was not as stern to Arya as he was to Sansa (just like Catelyn was more understanding of Sansa needs then Aryas..).   

As for the headcanons Ned is really in awe of his first daughter, she is the perfect lady, his pretty girl and he loves her very much. He is awkard  with women, and it shows when he tries to interact with her too. Still he buys her everything she desires, from jewelery to dresses. He chaperones Sansa to turneys and feasts. And even thought he is clumsy, he still  dances  when his little princess ask him. As  for  Sansa, she  always pictures her hero to be as honorable and dutiful as her strong father Ned. Her first doll is a gift from her father and she plays with it everyday. She beams when he tells her how pretty she looks. And when her brothers and Arya scared her with stories of mosters and evil creatures she comes to her father to feel safe again. 

She should be more frightened herself, she knew. She was only ten, a skinny girl on a stolen horse with a dark forest ahead of her and men behind who would gladly cut off her feet. Yet somehow she felt calmer than she ever had in Harrenhal. The rain had washed the guard’s blood off her fingers, she wore a sword across her back, wolves were prowling through the dark like lean grey shadows, and Arya Stark was unafraid. (ASOS)

i have always loved this quote so much. the imagery! the symbolism! the emotion! the drama! arya feels almost calm even though she’s in a forest, at night, being pursued by some of the biggest monsters in westeros. she’s very self aware of her weaknesses in this situation. she recognizes her vulnerabilities which is a real character strength imo. but all the same arya feels at ease and theres a real sense of power coming from her in this chapter. she’s in her element. for many forests are scary, dark, godless places. most societies dont like the wilds. but arya’s own culture revolves around it. for her the forest is a shelter. its also a place where she can be herself. thats a recurring theme in her storyline.

and i think on some level arya knows? understands? feels? that she’s actually safe in the forest. esp this one where nymeria - and therefore arya - rules. inside the stone walls of harrenhal arya was a vulnerable prisoner who could be abused or killed. she was essentially in a cage. she escapes that cage and returns to the wilds - where she’s protected. when those men come after arya, in her territory, she hunts them down and tears them to pieces. 

which is a perfect follow up to arya’s previous chapter in ACOK. at the end of that one the old gods remind her that arya of winterfell, that she belongs in the north and that she has the wolf blood. the wild is literally calling her back (as they are in twow too) so when is in the woods with the wolves she feels confident in herself and her identity. “and arya stark was unafraid”!!!!! hard emphasis on her full name tbh. and the old gods protect her.  the direwolves were gifts from the gods - to protect and guide the starklings - and thats exactly what they do. but they are nature gods and thats where their power is found; in the trees and rivers and animals. they were able to speak to arya within the walls of harrenal - which is miraculous in itself - but to truly tap into that power she needs to be in the wild. 

She took a deep breath, then lifted the broomstick in both hands and brought it down across her knee. It broke with a loud crack, and she threw the pieces aside. I am a direwolf, and done with wooden teeth. (Arya, ACOK)

“A dragon is no slave.“ And Dany swept the lash down as hard as she could across the slaver’s face. Kraznys screamed and staggered back, the blood running red down his cheeks into his perfumed beard. (Dany, ASOS) 

slavery and servitude are huge issues in arya and dany’s storylines. in the beginning of her story dany is sold by her brother to khal drogo for a crown. and she’s just surrounded by it in essos. the dothraki takes slaves but dany uses her position to save as many as she can. eventually she is able to free all the slaves in multiple cities. in astapor she bargains drogon to free the unsullied but dany is a targaryen. neither she or her dragons are anyone’s slave. she hits the slaver with his own whip, a symbol of slavery, and then throws it aside. she kills the slavers and takes over the city. 

arya is taken prisoner by the lannisters where she’s forced into slavery at harrenhal. its hard work. she scrubs that castle until her hands are bleeding and the men there abuse her. she has to wait on them all the same. when she starts to feel hopeless and like she might actually just be nan the serving girl she is reminded that she is in fact arya of winterfell, daughter of the north. so arya brings the broomstick, a symbol of her servitude, over her knee and snaps it in half. she is a stark not a servant. arya kills the guard and escapes the castle that was a prison. 

they struggle with this issue in similar and different ways. but the end result is always the same. they aren’t slaves or servants. dany is a dragon and arya is a wolf and they are in control of their own destines.