Crazykittyycat

not to stan on main but i honestly love everything about sansa stark?!?!?! seriously, even at her most controversial moments i still love her. like “she wasn’t nice to tyrion when they were married” so?? she was a political prisoner and child bride, next. “she lied about the nymeria incident” um an 11 year old made a decision on the spot while being grilled by the queen to appease a tyrannical douchebag and maintain the alliance between stark and baratheon. “she fights with her sister” please point me to a pair of siblings who have never fought in their lives. “she didn’t fight her way out of king’s landing” and? if she had tried to stab everyone she would have immediately got her throat slit???? “she likes stories about knights and princesses” bitch me too tf.

i think there’s something so beautiful and relatable about a soft-spoken and observant teenager who made some silly teenage decisions but rolls with the punches and rejects the teachings of corrupt mentors in a time when everyone around her is morally bankrupt. i love how some people immediately love her and for some she’s an acquired taste. i love how her mental activity becomes more and more thought-provoking as she develops and she de-romanticizes court life. i love how she’s an excellent foil for arya, her likeness in all the ways that matter. on the outside she appears complacent as people mock her and the starks but on the inside she’s becoming a powerhouse of empathy and refining her sense of justice.

Oh oh oh!! Another word: lady👀👀👀

Another good one! :) From Winter's Child:

Because Lady was collateral damage- an acceptable loss since she wasn’t bonded to her- Sansa’s curse was going to kill an innocent because Lady had never hurt anyone.

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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

sansa’s ableism on the night of her wedding, which she did not consent to, where she was molested and almost sexually assaulted by a grown man who happened to be disabled, is apparently more insidious than ableism exhibited by jon, robb, bronn, jaime, etc. based on the number of essays written about it meant to condemn sansa

Winter's Child Preview WIP (Surprise!)

Some of the pieces I have written for Winter's Child are more edited than I realized, so I thought I'd share one here as a treat for all of you who have stuck with the story through my accidental hiatus. We start reeeeally getting into some of the lore I've developed for the story going forward, and I'm excited to hear what you think of it!

“It’s so dark, father.” Sansa shuddered as her eyes flicked around her and she clutched tight at her father’s hand. She was all of eight years old, and had never been this far back into the crypts. Her other hand was firmly ensconced in Bael’s fur as she held onto his leg. “Why must our kin rest in such a- a lonely place?”

Her father chuckled, the sound echoing in the cavern.

“’tis not lonely, child.” He told her, easily lifting her up onto his hip. “Our crypts hold our kin- the history of our house. Hard men and honorable men and men who survived many winters. Can you think of better company for us in death?”

Sansa had to admit that this made sense. she snuggled closer to her father, tucking her head in his neck. Lady seemed wary as well, sticking close by Bael’s side. She was still tiny, next to the massive adult direwolf, and kept darting under him, eyes flicking around at the stone figures.

“You’re freezing already, sweetling.” Her father frowned, putting a hand to her cheek. “Your skin is like ice.”

“I’m not cold.” Sansa insisted, stubbornly. She didn’t want to go back yet. The crypts frightened her, but it was so rare that her father’s attention was focused on her and her alone. “Why are our crypts underground?”

“Where should they be?”

“Mother’s family lay their kin to rest in the rivers.” She murmured, playing with a lock of her father’s dark hair. “The Targaryens burned their dead, Maester Luwin said.”

Her father smiled at her.

“Would that your brothers paid half as much attention in their lessons.” He shook his head. “We return to the embrace of the earth- to rest under the roots of the weirwood and the eyes of the old gods.” he was quiet for a moment as they reached her aunt Lyanna’s tomb. “The old gods grant us the privilege of their power while we live.”

“Our gifts.” Sansa murmured. “The direwolves.” Bael leaned his head down, nuzzling at her dangling feet and she giggled.

“Yes, sweetling.” her father murmured, his eyes flashing for a second. “We return that gift to the earth when we die. The stone keeps in our bones, but our ancestors rest on the earth itself.” he gestured towards the older tombs, overrun with great, twisting white roots. “We feed the weirwood in death, allowing her to take back our magic.”

“Old Nan told me that the crypts are deep enough to keep our wild magic in.” Sansa told him. “Especially the Starks of old. Before Torrhen. The kings of winter.”

“Perhaps she is right.” Ned murmured, setting Sansa down to stand next to him in front of Lyanna’s statue. His gaze was indecipherable as he looked on her stone face. She had been beautiful, Sansa knew. Everyone always said so. She was beautiful even in stone, her companion, Alya, carved beside her. “The gift granted to the Starks of old was different from the wolves, sweetling. Harsher, wilder- more dangerous. Those who could call winter to their fingertips do not rest easily.”

“Why not?”

“To hold sway over winter was to call and command death itself.” Her father told her, his voice soft. “To live with one foot in the world of the gods. It was a wild gift, Sansa, and not one to be taken lightly.”

She nodded, solemnly. She had read the stories of the Stark kings of old. She wasn’t sure she would ever want to meet one, even if they were kin. One question kept tugging at the back of her mind, though.

“Father?”

“Yes, sweetling?”

“Why did the gods take it from us? The winter-blood gift, i mean.”

“I wish I knew.” Ned told her, his gaze not directed towards her, but rather to his sister’s face. “But none but Torrhen Stark and his immediate kin would know, and his bones remain silent. They hold no answers for us here.”

The two were silent for another moment.

“Do you think the gods will ever give it back to us?” Sansa asked, softly.

Her father’s face momentarily crumpled into a deep grief before he seemed to steady himself, digging a hand into Bael’s thick fur.

“Perhaps.” he murmured, laying a wreath of evergreen atop his sister’s tomb. There were snowflakes etched up and down the stone. Sansa had always thought it oddly beautiful for something so grim. “We can only wait on the gods, sweetling. One day, they may answer your question.”

a week of jonsa day 6: endgame

the wedding night

‘Morning Stretching’, watercolor by ENDRE PENOVÁC

Show!Jon Snow with (Jonsa) baby - requested by anon

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