Incorrect GoT Quotes - 12/?

I'm getting so sick of major female characters in historical media being incredibly feisty, outspoken and public defenders of women's rights with little to no realistic repercussions. Yes it feels like pandering, yes it's unrealistic and takes me out of the story, yes the dialogue almost always rings false - but beyond all that I think it does such a disservice to the women who lived during those periods. I'm not embarrassed of the women in history who didn't use every chance they had to Stick It To The Man. I'm not ashamed of women who were resigned to or enjoyed their lot in life. They weren't letting the side down by not having and representing modern gender ideals. It says a lot about how you view average ordinary women if the idea of one of your main characters behaving like one makes them seem lame and uninteresting to you.

i know in my heart that modern au sansa has an instagram entirely devoted to lady and posts videos captioned "bath routine of my direwolf 🥰 #dogbath #doggrooming #direwolf" where she's filing lady's nails and applying lotion to her paw pads while lady sits there with big loving eyes and all the comments are like "GIRL THIS IS AN APEX PREDATOR WHY IS IT IN YOUR HOUSE"

I like to think that Lady enjoyed music as much as Sansa does :D

you hear about recovery not being linear (”there are ups and downs”), but actually it’s more like a game of wack-a-mole. this is not a bad thing

if you’re still taking prompts……..i would love to see more regency au, like the first time they met/saw each other

It was Rhaenys who steered him over in the end with a long brown arm threaded through his, like a mother pulling her son by the ear. He told her he would approach her in his own time, but his sister would not hear of it. Jon tried to struggle without causing a scene, but it was all in vain, because as soon as they were in view, his old friend saw him almost immediately.

Then so did she.

“Dragonstone,” His voice carried.

At his side, Rhaenys beamed smugly. Oh, if she were a house cat she would have purred. And if they were still children, he most certainly would have tried to drown her.

“Winterfell,” He said back, swallowing down his nerves. The taste of contempt does not ease the way.

Robb Stark, the Marquess of Winterfell, approached him with the shade of a grin that used to get them into all sorts of trouble in their youth, accompanied by his party of three. He gave him a firm handshake, and a squeeze of his arm.

“Old friend,” He said, “But a stranger if I have ever seen one. Dukedom becomes you.”

They kept in touch after Oxford, through frequent letters and the occasional night out in the Ton when he visited during the season. But Jon loathed staying too close to home, every second that passed another where his father could sink his claws into him and conjure a reason for him to stay.

That was never Robb Stark. Eddard Stark died three years ago, but it did not take his passing for his son to come home and do his duty. Rhaegar Targaryen could not say the same.

It was why Jon loved him. It was why he envied him.

“The duke of Dragonstone, is it?” The older woman at his side broke in.

This, of course, could be no one other than the Marchioness—if her coloring did not give this away, her demeanor did, for he was now well acquainted with the behavior of pushy social climbing mamas.

It was unfortunate for her that he decided to dedicate the rest of his life to ignoring her daughter only a half a minute prior.

He refused to give Rhaenys the satisfaction.

“Forgive me. In my excitement, I forgot myself,” Winterfell said, though he did not look pleased to be interrupted. “Dragonstone, this is my mother, Lady Winterfell.”

“Your grace,” She curtsied minutely, graceful. Jon bowed his head.

“Our ward, Miss Poole,” Winterfell said, of the girl with the eyes of a young doe.

“Your Grace,” Her curtsy was more practiced, a bit grand. She immediately tucked her hands behind her afterward.

Winterfell gestured to the far left, “And my sister, Lady Sansa.”

Jon was left with no choice but to finally look at her.

Pearls scattered her hair like stars, gleaming pale against the autumnal fire. Thin tendrils cascaded from her chignon down her slender neck. Her gown was a shade of ivory adorned with tiny pink roses. She curtsied as gracefully as her mother, lashes lowered demurely, before she met his eyes. Summer blue.

“Your grace.” She said, voice a touch lower than he expected it to be. The voice of a woman,

She was even more striking up close.

Beside him, Rhaenys cleared her throat delicately.

Jon flushed, he hadn’t even bowed to her, he was so struck stupid, but there was nothing to be done about that now. He could feel a stammer on the tip of his tongue, so he had no choice but swallow and take more time.

“This is my sister,” Or, as he would have liked to call her in that moment, the bane of his damned existence. “Lady Highgarden.”

“A pleasure to meet you all,” She said with a smile he was most certain had its root in his current discomfort, “You most of all, my lord. I have heard a great many of things.”

“I hope all of them were great,” Winterfell said with a laugh, but he was charmed, as most men were when it came to her.

Rhaenys chortled at that, “Oh, indeed.”

It should have been something that warmed his heart, his two of his favorite people in the entire world finally meeting and sharing a laugh, and perhaps it would have been if he had not made a complete bumbling fool of himself at his sister’s insistence just seconds before. He was already coming up with an excuse to leave, searching for Dany’s silver gold head in the crowd, anything to avoid those damn blue eyes, when his sister launches her scheme first.

“I was just telling my brother that I simply could not dance another step,” She shook her head, as if regretful, before she smiled once more. “Would you be so kind as to take my place, Lady Sansa?”

Jon nearly choked on his own dread and disbelief.

Miss Poole inhaled sharply, overjoyed, as if she’d been asked to dance herself and Lady Winterfell glowed with pride and Lady Sansa—

She blushed, and it was the sweetest thing he ever saw.

“Since when do you dance?” Winterfell demanded of him, no longer charmed, not having it in the slightest.

“She would be honored,” Lady Winterfell interjected before her son could object entirely. “Wouldn’t you, dearest?”

“I would, your Grace,” Lady Sansa said, still blushing.

Shyly, she met his eyes again, her gloved hand a tentative offering.

Winterfell stared, appalled, and Rhaenys stood beside him, self-congratulation rolling off of her in waves, and his heart pounded in chest so hard that he could taste it in his throat.

Her hand was small and soft in his, and he made a new promise then, to be gentle.

Jonsa kissing cousins ❤️

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Sybil’s Jonsa Master List

Death and the Dancer

A regency-ish story of horror, love, death, and dancing. One off.

The Six Wives of Rhaegar Targaryen

A Tudor inspired AU, Rhaegar lives and is the worst. Fan art mostly. Incomplete.

Ladywolfe

A fairytale AU full of magic, curses, star-crossed lovers, and animal transformations. Inspired by the 1985 classic, Ladyhawke. Surprisingly, this is the closest thing to canon I have ever written. Incomplete.

Electric Dreams

A violet 1980s horror/romance/comedy about dangerous technology with a mind of its one. I swear I will continue this — in the meantime, enjoy the preview. Incomplete.

The Family Stark

A chaotic Christmas story, coming… maybe? We’ll see…🤞🏾🎄

An Ideal Husband

A story of politics, corruption, blackmail, marriage and love. Based on the play by Oscar Wilde. Edwardian AU. Multi chapter fic. Incomplete.

Prelude: A bit of backstory.

Act 1: Sir Jon and Lady Sansa Snow throw a political party at their grand King’s Landing residence. An unexpected guest sows chaos in her wake.

Acts 2 through 4 coming soon!

Jonsa Tumblr Prompts

Karate Kid 1 & 2

Little Women of Winterfell

Game of Thrones characters in a Little Women AU (it translates better than you would think) — my OG, and the crackiest of crack fic. Incomplete.

Part 1: Light in the Darkest Days of the Year The Stark family prepare to celebrate their first Yuletide without Father or Robb.

Part 2: A Winter’s Ball Sansa and Arya attend their first ball, and make new acquaintances.

Part 3: The Lost Prince of Dragonstone a new original play by Arya Stark The Stark children put on a play for Twelfth Night.

Part 4: Being Neighbourly Coming soon!

Part 5: A Darling Baby Boy When Arya, Sansa, Gendry, and Jon attend an opera, Rickon feels left out and seeks revenge. A multi chapter fic. Complete.

Part 6: Castles in the Air Gendry and the Stark Children plan their futures.

Part 7: A Besotted Fool Jon Snow finds himself thinking less than gentlemanly thoughts about Miss Stark. (Mildly smutty.)

Part 8: A Visit to the Vale (Preview) Sansa travels to the Vale to attend Ysilla Royce’s coming out party. Coming soon!

Part 9: A Picnic at Long Lake Gendry hosts a picnic for the Targaryens, friends visiting from Essos. The Starks, Jon Snow, and Harry Hardyng are also in attendance.

Part 10: The Telegram Coming soon!

Part 11: The Fall Coming soon!

Part 12: A Troubled Heart Arya is anxious about her sister’s blossoming romance with Jon Snow. She looks to her mother for comfort.

Part 13: Another Solstice Coming soon!

Part 14: A Tranquil Heart Mr. Stark asks Sansa about her feelings for Jon Snow.

Part 15: Aunt Lysa Settles the Question Jon Snow proposes. It does not go as planned.

Part 16: A Very Long Engagement A collection of stories spanning Jon and Sansa’s three year engagement. A multi chapter fic.

Sansa I — Sansa and Jon say goodbye.

Jon I, II, III — Jon’s experiences in the war

Sansa II (Preview) — Jon is missing in action and Sansa grieves. Coming soon!

Ygritte — An outsider’s perspective on Jon and Sansa’s relationship.

Part 17: Married Life Scenes from Jon and Sansa’s first year of marriage. A multi chapter fic.

Newlyweds — Miscommunication leaves Jon and Sansa frustrated… sexually. This was my first attempt at smut. Fair warning, it is corny as hell.

Domesticity & Discord — Sansa’s attempt at making jelly goes awry. She and Jon have their first fight.

Buttons & Bows (Preview) — Sansa exceeds her budget. Coming soon!

Part 18: Nature Boy Rickon’s odyssey across Essos; a coming of age story. Multi chapter fic. Complete.

Part 19: The Princess & the Professor — A Bran x Myrcella story. Coming… maybe? What do you guys think of this idea?

Part 20: A Free Woman — the education of Arya Stark. Arya x it’s a surprise! Coming soon!

Part 21: Daguerreotypes! Visual aides, photos, and notes.

Bonus: this ridiculous answer to a straightforward question, that might actually be the best thing I have ever written.

Fan Art & Miscellany

Game of Thrones x The Simpsons

Queen in the North

Sun & Moon

The Six Wives of Rhaegar Targaryen

A Card Game of Thrones portraits

That Thing You Do!

Princess Bride (I’ll finish this someday)

1950s Game of Thrones