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axelsagewrites · 6 months

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Sansa Stark*What's This

Pairing: Modern!Sansa x gn!reader

Kinktober Day fourteen: sex toys and teasing with Sansa Stark – after finding a sleek pink vibrator in her top drawer you decide to see what it can really do

Word count: 1190

Warnings: sex toys, sansa being insecure at first, using it on her (not sure what kink that’s called), making out, insinuated sex, teasing, smut 18+

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Her parents were out, scary movies were loaded on the laptop, and food was on the way. You couldn’t ask for a better date night with your girl. You were sat on the bed, Sansa curled into your side when your phone buzzed. “The drivers pulling up,” you told her, frowning when you saw your battery was at 4%, “Do you have a charger?”

“In my drawers,” Sansa said, jumping off the bed as she grabbed some cash off her bedside table, “Two minutes babe,” she said, leaning down to press a quick peck to your lips.

You laughed a little at her antics as she excitedly ran away for the food before turning your attention to her bedside drawer. When you opened it however you were met with only lacy and frilly underwear, something you were not going to complain about, but no charger. Figuring it must’ve been pushed underneath by accident you reached in, rifling around the door before your hand landed on something hard.

Your face turned in confusion as you fished it out, wondering what kind of charger was so smooth, however when you were met face to face with the bright pink vibe in your hand all you could do was let out a short laugh.

“Hey babe sorry I left my charger downstairs,” Sansa called as she headed into the room. Her eyes widened at the sight of you, “I can explain,” she stammered, quickly setting the pizza to the side and rushing to the bed.

When she reached for the vibe, you however snatched it back, “And what do we have here?” you teased, loving the way her cheeks turned a bright shade of pink.

She sighed as she flung herself on the bed beside you, “Omg this is so embarrassing,”

Concern washed over you as you dropped the vibe, now turning to comfort your girlfriend whose face was buried in the pillow, “Hey what’s the matter baby?” you asked, stroking her back, “I was just teasing I’m sorry,”

Sansa sighed into the pillow before finally lifting her head up, “Please don’t think I’m some kind of sex weirdo,” she begged and you couldn’t help the small laugh you let out, “Hey!” she protested, shoving your shoulder, “Its embarrassing alright,”

“You don’t have to be embarrassed baby,” you cooed, moving to sit up and forcing her to curl into your side like before, “Everyone does it and besides,” you said, stroking her hair as she let out a sigh of relief, “it’s kinda hot,”

Sansa froze for a moment before looking up at you, “Yeah?” she asked, and you leaned down to press a short kiss to her strawberry lips.

“Very,” you assured her, stroking your fingers over her cheek bones, “Bet you look so fucking hot when you use it,”

“Yeah?” Sansa repeated again, confidence growing in her voice as she leaned up to meet your lips. Your hand moved to cup her jaw, your free hand to her waist as your lips danced.

Sansa moved to straddle your lap and although confused you were not complaining as her hands dove into your hair, tugging lightly at the scalp making you groan into the kiss, “Maybe we should test it out,” you murmured against her lips. Sansa paused for a moment, her eyes flickering to where the pink vibe lay discarded on the other side of the bed, “We don’t have to,” you assured her.

“I want to,” Sansa cut you off, reaching for the vibe and shoving it into your hands. You tossed it over your palm, getting a feel for the smooth silicone however you were brought back when you felt Sansa move back and when you looked up you saw her tossing her top across the room.

“Now this is a date night,” you teased, your own hands reaching for your own top which Sansa was more than happy to remove as she crashed her lips onto yours.

At first you had sunk into the kiss, enjoying the way she moaned lightly at the feeling of your tongue massaging her bottom lip. She shivered as your hands ran up her sides, squeezing her tits lightly over her thin pink bra. “So, fucking hot,” you mumbled against her lips.

Sansa giggled, her lips moving away to kiss wet kisses down your jaw and neck. All while your hand reached for the vibe, holding down the button till you felt it buzzing in your hand. Sansa stiffened slightly when she heard the noise but made no attempts to stop you.

You were thankful for the skirt she’d chose to wear, not just because it made her hips look so grabbable but also because you were able to slip the vibe between her thighs, pressing it lightly to her clothed clit. Sansa jerked slightly, her kisses faltering as you ran the vibe up and down her clothed pussy.

Low moans fell from her lips as you circled its tip around her bundle of nerves. Her hands, still in your hair, tightened their grip making you groan. With your spare hand you grabbed her jaw and brought her lips back down to yours to mask her soft moans.

Sansa’s hips bucked, desperate for more friction. You moved your hand from her jaw to her hip, grabbing it and encouraging her to grind against the vibe. Her whines and whimpers increased as you did your best to contain yourself and not flip her on her back to fuck her right now.

Instead, you did your best to go teasingly slow till you heard a light murmur from her lips, “Please,” she whined against your lips, “Feels so good,” she mumbled.

“Aww baby girl,” you cooed, stroking her hair with your freehand, “I’ve only just started,” you teased your finger clicking the button again.

Sansa jerked at the new speed, her moans louder than before. they only grew louder when you pushed her panties to the side, slipping the vibe under and against her sensitive bundle of nerves. Curses and begs fell from her lips as she tugged on your hair and begged you not to stop. She continued to grind down onto the vibe, her movements becoming sloppier and sloppier.

“Such a good girl,” you praised, kissing her lips and making her whine, “so good for me,”

“Think I’m gonna-“she gasped, and you could see how badly she was trying to keep it in.

“You gonna cum?” you asked, mocked concern etched on your face as she let out a breathy yes, “Then do it baby. Cum for me yeah?” your words were all it took to tip her over the edge.

Sansa let out a loud moan, her hands tightening in your hair so tightly you winced as she rode out her orgasm on the vibe. When you felt her slow down you pulled it away, switching it off as she collapsed into a heap in your arms. “You okay baby?” you asked, stroking her back as you kissed the top of her hair.

“Fuck yeah,” she panted out, sitting up as she started to catch her breath, “Now it’s your turn baby,”

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atopvisenyashill · 9 months

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the chapter i’m on - asos sansa ii - is interesting bc it’s cited as an instance of sansa being cruel, classist, a bully, whatever, in her thoughts of arya but that is such a surface level reading it’s maddening to think people look at it that way.

sansa isn’t thinking “i’d much rather have margaery as a sister” she’s thinking around how much she grieves for arya, and her own guilty feelings over not seeing through joffrey quick enough. it’s really clear:

“how can i let my sister marry joffrey” she thinks as she’s crying, just seconds after thinking about arya and attempting to distance herself from hurtful memories. she’s not just scared for margaery, she is thinking of arya in margaery’s place. she is thinking of how joffrey hurt arya and how sansa had stood there and yelled at arya, not joffrey (which i don’t think is a failing of hers; a drunk 11 year old reacting badly to a wildly stressful situation is not a moral failing). she’s thinking about how she can’t stand there and do nothing again when she can save margaery the way she couldn’t save arya and all she has to do is speak up.

she’s just not saying it directly because she deals with stress by repressing her memories. she thinks around a stressful subject instead of naming it in her mind. thinking of arya and the possibility that she’s dead and the last time they spoke they were fighting, all of that is too painful, so instead she focuses on wanting to protect margaery.

then, with arya on her mind, she finally lets herself acknowledge some of her pain while she’s alone:

“sometimes there was even a girl who looked like arya” is the point of this chapter! she has sons to please willas but the little girl she imagines with him belongs to sansa and sansa alone. and in her dreams, that girl looks like the sister she’s lost. in her dreams, her entire family is reunited. in her dreams, she realized joffrey was a monster earlier and she saves arya and lady and nymeria from him and she gets to be the brave, noble lady of her songs.

the crazy thing is that this has happened before and people understood it then: ned does this constantly.

the most obvious one comes early and you can see clearly he does the exact same thing of thinking around who his thoughts have really strayed to:

“you can’t get your hands on this one, can you?” he is clearly thinking about jon. he is testing to see if robert has changed any over the years, if maybe jon isn’t in that much danger and ned had just discredited robert’s heart too much over the years. only for robert to rage about dany, justify the butchering of elia & her babies, and confirm all of ned’s worst fears are still true. jon will never be safe in westeros if his identity were to be known and ned made the right decision to lie all these years. it’s such an important scene in establishing ned’s character and the show does an equally good job of implying what ned is really thinking.

Beyond being an excellent masterclass in acting during this scene, it comes immediately after Ned has said goodbye to Jon and promised they’d speak of his mother when they reunite. There’s a clear link that we’re meant to make between the scene before and this one despite Ned steadfastedly refusing to think Lyanna or Jon’s names. It’s the same with Arya; we’re meant to link Sansa’s sudden terror for Margaery with her feelings for Arya.

With both Ned and Sansa, a lot of their true thoughts are in what they don’t think and not what they tell you they’re thinking. They lie to themselves and they lie to you and the “trap” is to recognize this and piece together how they really feel.

#valyrianscrolls #rani liveblogs asoiaf #sansa stark #ned stark #fathers and daughters #sisters #sansa x arya #getting on my soap box #the sun and moon in endless chase

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thelustybraavosimaid · 3 months

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Taylor's assorted fanfics:

JONRYA:

To Forgive, Divine:

—Aemon and Arya wed.

—Something is not right.

Aemon makes Arya a crown.

Jon and Arya reunite. Sansa watches from afar.

[partial] What am I, if not your son?

Jon's a bit too brutal for Sansa's tastes. She asks Arya about it.

Arya asks Yna about her fate.

Wed to death.

What is fighting but dancing?

Come at me. Strike me.

Observing the constellations.

Come burn me.

Aemon could only stare.

I will not let you go again.

[partial] Jon gives Arya gifts for solstice.

Arya receives a bow.

—Jon is filled with longing.

A flower like that's begging to be stolen.

RHAELYA:

"The man" his father wanted him to find was no man at all.

Rhaegar and Lyanna spar. Of course.

JONERYS:

This man looks familiar.

Daenerys and Jon stand at the edge of the world, peering into the beyond.

A place of wonders.

RHAEGAR WINS AUs:

Threads of Destiny:

—Rhaegar receives the prophecy.

—Rhaegar defies the prophecy.

—Rhaegar rides to war.

—[partial] Rhaegar prays to the gods who may hear.

—To the tower of joy.

—[partial] Thinking of his son after Lyanna's death.

Jon is reborn as himself:

—The warmth of people he longed to know.

—Where did you get this sword?

Rhaegar and the babe Aemon in the ruins of Summerhall.

You will not join the Guard.

CATELYN & ARYA:

Arya must make a sacrifice.

ARYA & JON:

My brother died.

Hearing the latest gossip.

This is a test.

—He looks a little different now.

A reunion.

Take me home, Ghost.

The gods answered his prayers.

Arya gifts Jon Robb's crown.

—Promise me you'll take care of our people.

NYMERIA & GHOST:

The night wolf reunites with her brother.

Nymmie hears her brother's silent howl. Somehow.

DAENRYA:

Your destiny, bride of ice.

JON:

You are a holy man, my lord.

You worry of her, she who has your heart.

Jon looks a little different.

Feasting with the dead. Voice of the living.

—The face he wanted to see.

The babe is a girl. He knows.

RHAEGAR:

The wrong man came back from the Trident.

ENDGAME:

To the War for the Dawn.

ARTHUR/TILLY (RDR2):

Treading through a field of flowers.

DAGAN/SANTARI (STAR WARS JEDI: SURVIVOR):

Santari is the ghost that haunts his mind.

She is the ghost that he cannot escape.

She is the ghost that he can never leave.

She watches him dwell in his own element.

ELIAS/GUTHWULF (MEMORY, SORROW and THORN):

Guthwulf's loyalty, in the face of madness and despair.

THE LAST OF US:

Tess's final moments.

#I'm sick and tired of looking for these fuckers #so i made a new post #I'm in the middle of writing...something...and needed these in a convenient spot #asoiaf

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fantasymindpalace · 2 months

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usually i’m very against the idea that liking/disliking certain fictional characters means anything about a person bc ppl can take that one lil piece of information and run wild with it, as if one’s opinion of a character has anything to do with their morals. that being said, if you dislike sansa stark, please get the FUCK away from me. in my opinion, sansa can kind of be used as a litmus test to determine how someone really feels about women’s trauma. the most common criticisms of sansa are that she’s stupid, immature, etc. she was literally groomed her whole life to be married as a political pawn. she was fed delusions of a perfect marriage full of love, and even more delusions about how she could be queen of all the seven kingdoms. and then she was brutally victimized for YEARS. so unfortunately i must go against my own logic and say that if you don’t like or at least have respect for the queen in the north then i don’t trust you.

#got #game of thrones #sansa stark #a song of ice and fire #asoiaf

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esther-dot · 4 months

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In line with the anti-jonsa arguments, the only one I believe had some impact on me (this isn’t even in universe, it’s just in general) was that incest is inherently oppressive towards women. The one person who is not supposed to think of you like that, look at you like that - does. There is no safety for you to fall back on because even your family is not acting like family. I don’t know how this will translate with Jon and Sansa, because Sansa will expect protection as a sister and then them falling in love with each while knowing the other is their half-sibling is tilted towards Jon having more power in that dynamic as a man. Then comes in the question of Sansa’s claim to Winterfell and Jon being the heir to Robb’s will. It’s muddled up and the solution (join together in marriage) doesn’t look as appealing to considering incest here will still hurt Sansa, because of society being inherently systemically oppressive, and not save her or her claim. (This is one of the reasons why I didn’t like show KiTN Jon because whatever the fuck happened to “Winterfell belongs to my sister Sansa”. I mean there’s a lot wrong with the show after that but it particularly pissed me off lol because in canon jon would NEVER do that and is the true air raid siren canary in the coal mine for Jon’s character butching (jonerys 🙄)) Anyway, lost track there, but yeah. And on top of all of that, how is GRRM going to paint a better picture of something he’s been criticising for almost 30 years now? Still a Jonsa though, because I am a clown 🤡

(about this ask)

It’s really hard to tell which resolution Martin is working towards! On the one hand, it could be about creating a scenario in which politics / love align and resolving the Northern succession crisis gives Sansa and Jon everything they ever wanted. I love tidy storytelling, so that is very appealing to me. However, I do agree with you that that resolution isn’t without certain concerning aspects.

The other possibility is, it’s a test for Jon, just as he has continual been tempted throughout the series, only, this is the greatest one yet. His brother, friend, the heir, the KitN himself chose Jon. As a Jon fan, I love what that will mean to him. The show didn’t have the benefit of Robb’s Will, so it felt more ooc for Jon than it could be written in the books. After all, Sansa is still married to Tyrion. Also, with different factions in the books possibly supporting different Starks, it’s possible Sansa sees the greater good (she doesn’t consider her claim much after all/isn’t attached to it) and works to get everyone to support Jon as he is older, male, has Robb’s endorsement, and might play a key role in winning back Winterfell so he could be a peace candidate / the one everyone can coalesce around. I mean, that’s a little hard for me to imagine with the prejudice against bastards and what his rep will be post rez, but Martin could write it in a way that doesn’t feel like Jon taking advantage of the situation and rather, Jon doing something he feels guilty about out of necessity, with the blessing of Robb and more importantly Sansa. However, if it is a test, Jon would have to instead defend Sansa’s claim. If Jon refuses everything and then parentage reveal comes out, they could marry at a later date when the relationship can be of Sansa’s choosing, removing the disturbing implications of the political benefits for Jon/the power imbalance.

I’ve moved towards the secret wedding idea (here are posts about that 1, 2). Sansa would probably have to suggest the idea herself and persuade him giving her a lot of agency in her own fate, and it’s potentially a callback to Jace/Sara and Rhaegar/Lyanna. That could happen secretly purely because she’s already married and she wants to be married before he goes to war, or because they don’t have support for it (maybe the North does think it’s icky or is very anti Targ with the disaster of Dany’s invasion happening), or it might happen before Jon is exiled simply because Sansa wants it. I’ve said before, perhaps the best way to answer Sansa’s fears are for Jon to marry her when he can’t have Winterfell, so she knows it is her, not her claim, that he wants. In that scenario, there is nothing for Jon to gain, it is love, only love that motivates him. It’s the most romantic of the options, even if it isn’t the happiest.

Whatever the endpoint, I think there are enough variables that Martin could make any of a number of different paths work and keep them in-character for Jon as well as avoiding backtracking his criticisms simply because we will know Jon’s motivations.

#dot chat #jonsa #secret wedding #asoiaf parallels

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crownedtargaryen · 1 year

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modern!got/hotd. - character building

(a/n): this is my own interpretation of modern!au got and hotd. if you disagree with me on some ideas, I truly do not care. this post can be used for story ideas and references for modern!au fics. if you’d like me to add a specific house, I will do so! this can be changed into a college!au as well. all notes are appreciated. tag list: @hopelesswritergall @twizzy123 @daenerysapologist @clairacassidy

The Stark family is well known for being extroverted and friendly individuals who love outdoor activities, sports, and almost anything that gets their blood pumping! They're known to show unreasonable amounts of loyalty to their passions, peers, partners, and family; sometimes being described as almost dog-like. They're proud owners of the Winterfell Wolf Sanctuary, where they teach the wolves who cannot move out into the wild to adapt to humans, their new environment, and even other animals. Each Stark is bonded to a wolf pup at age 10, raised alongside the beast and learning to love them as family and not just a pet.

main characters.

Cregan Stark, Jock: Adopted Cousin, taken in by Ned Stark. Co-Captain and proud defense player of the Iron High hockey team alongside Jacaerys. He's often been described by his peers as ambitious and family-focused, very territorial and defensive of his blood. (Demiromantic, Demisexual)

Robb Stark, Jock: Star quarterback of the Iron High football team. He's often been described by his peers as a playful and tough-loving individual. He shares his territorial sense with his cousin, Cregan, defending his name with pride while also befriending anyone, no matter how different they are from him. (Demiromantic, Demisexual)

Jon Snow, Middle-Grounded: Step-brother to the Starks, apart of the Iron High poetry club. He's often been described by his peers as mysterious and mildly-aggravating. To be honest, he dances around clubs and tries to find an after school activity that "speaks to him." He knows nothing about poetry, but he continues to go to the meetings merely to seem edgy, “deep”, and mysterious, which pisses off Aemond Targaryen. (Straight)

Brandon Stark, Nerd: Organizer of the Iron High eSports team. He's often been described by his peers as self-reserved and passionate. After losing his ability to walk, he needed to feel involved in something. He Twitch streams in his spare time, mostly practicing for tournaments with his friends on the team. He grows insecure over his loss of feeling in his legs and feel mildly pathetic, but can't bring himself to admit it. (Straight, Demisexual)

Arya Stark, Sporty: Star batter of the Iron High softball team. She’s often been described by her peers as competitive and passionate. She finds herself making small things a competition, urging to win and prove her worth to those around her. Though, underneath it all she’s struggling with romantic feelings, trying to identify her true sexuality and self. (Bicurious)

Sansa Stark, Popular: Running for student body president against Rhaena Targaryen. She’s often been described by her peers as sociable and kind. Though under her kind facade, she can be quite judgmental and catty when it comes to certain people. Definitely two faced on occasion. (Straight, Asexual)

The Targaryen family is well known for their sly and intelligent bloodline, that also ties into the Velaryon line. They’re a mix between sociable and lacking desire for social interaction with those around them, tending to go about tasks that test their smarts rather than their athletic capabilities. They’re said to start arguments that they know they can win and play games of wits to get what they please, which causes them to butt heads with the Lannisters. They can be seen as almost snake like. Each Targaryen child owns their own reptile, mostly based on personality. Their parents saw it as an outlet to keep responsibility and build emotional connections since most Targaryen children are neglected by their parents, and they can be seen as undesirable from time to time, which makes them lack friends.

main characters.

Aemond Targaryen, Mildly Popular: Though he isn’t apart of any specific activities or extracurricular activities, he can be seen with his siblings on most occasions. He’s often described by his peers as sly and cocky. People think they’re friends with him, but he truly as no interest in them and doesn’t remember their names. You can find him with Helaena, helping her with tutoring students, or with Aegon as his designated driver. He spends his time studying when not looking after his blood. When he was younger, his cousin had accidentally cut his eye while they were hunting, which had sent him into a entirely different personality, and Lucerys into disciplinary action and house arrest though the action was not intentional. (Demisexual, Demiromantic)

Aegon II Targaryen, Player Jock: Left-Wing hockey player on the Iron High hockey team. He’s often described by his peers as flirtatious and manipulative. He was hit the most by his parent’s neglectful ways, drowning himself in sexual relations and alcohol at they parties he goes to. You can often find him feeling up women at college parties, kissing on their necks and trying to get in their pants to feel some sort of relief in his life. Though, he holds terrible commitment issues and leaves the men and women he messes with immediately after getting what he needs from them. (Bisexual, Demiromantic)

Helaena Targaryen, Popular: Hosts tutoring for those who need it at Iron High. She’s often described by her peers as shy and gentle hearted. Her fascination with the outside world and aesthetics is both strange to most but can also be seen as admirable. Though she doesn’t go out of her way to talk to those around her, she seems to have accumulated an abundance of friends in the years of attending school. (Biromantic, Demisexual)

Daeron Targaryen, Social Butterfly: Though he has no true social status at Iron High due to being in the shadow of his brothers, sister, and cousins, he’s still known by quite a few. He’s often been described by her peers as exciting and adventurous. He holds deep insecurity for his lack of popularity like the rest of his family, but he continues to try to be open and exciting. He loves to go out with his sister, Helaena, during lunch and feed the small bugs pieces of fruit. (Biromantic, Asexual)

Rhaena Targaryen, Popular: Running for student body president against Sansa Stark. She’s often been described by her peers as kindhearted and easygoing. In her days of making friends, she tries to involve herself with every group without discrimination. She’s very well known for her genuine kindness and playfulness. (Straight, Demisexual)

Baela Targaryen, Sporty: Proud member of the Iron High pole vaulting and weightlifting team. She’s often been described by her peers as prideful and feisty. She is openly bisexual and close with her cousin Helaena and Arya Stark. She’s very open about herself and presents herself honestly, a powerful and passion driven young woman. (Bisexual)

Daenerys Targaryen, Popular: Distant cousin to the Targaryens, she’s well known for her beauty and kindness in competition to Cersei’s. Her peers often describe her as emotion driven and a pacifist. Wildly loved by all, but spited by some, her kindness spreads within the walls of Iron High and her aspirations drive her and others toward their future goals, attempting to motivate and befriend those around her. (Demiromantic, Demisexual)

The Velaryon family is well known for their ambition and balance in situations, enjoying the outdoors and physical activities unlike most of their cousins. They’re very kind souls, open to new things that’ll test their limits. They tend to become competitive at times, striving to please and be the best they can, though sometimes they can’t control themselves and sometimes people can get hurt. You often see them around the Stark kids, usually play wrestling with one another. Though, the Velaryon boys are products of a cheating scandal with their mother and a man named Harwin Strong, who soon ended up becoming their stepdad. Though, she holds a love for another who most speculate is Daemon Targaryen.

main characters.

Jacaerys Velaryon, Studious Jock: Co-Captain with Cregan and goalie on the Iron High hockey team. He’s often described by his peers as easygoing and loyal. A dedicated man to his work, you can often find him studying in his cousin’s study group to try to balance his grades with his sport. Though, occasionally he’s at parties trying to find a relaxation point between his schooling and constant training. That dedication makes him a ladies man, even though he’s merely kind to them and hasn’t intentionally tried to make anyone swoon. (Demiromantic, Demisexual)

Lucerys Velaryon, Extroverted Sporty: Goalie for the Iron High soccer team, he’s not very passionate about the sport he’s pursued in and is hoping to join his brother on the hockey team once the season rolls around. He’s often described by his peers as exciting and innocent. Girls tend to flock around him since he’s quite the small cutie, and he doesn’t seem to enjoy the attention too much. He’s very focused on his brother and protecting him from the other people who are eyeing him down, not understanding completely why so many girls take a liking to the two. (Straight, Demisexual)

The Lannister family are well known for their pride and riches, their children spoiled rotten and blessed with beauty as well. Though they aren’t very physically active, they make up for it with their manipulative and convincing personas. It’s known that if you challenge an Lannister to a battle of wits and cleverness, you will come out a loser. That is, unless you’re a Targaryen. It’s hard to match the passive aggressive personality of a Lannister as well as their ability to masterfully lie to those around them. Though, the Lannister children face abandonment issues and a craving for their father’s approval after their mother’s passing. So, it leaves them lashing out on those around them.

main characters.

Cersei Lannister, Popular: Not involved in many activities after she had stopped cheerleading due to suspicions of her and her brother Jaime being TOO close, she’s mostly seen painting her frustrations away in the art room during lunch. She’s often been described by her peers as two-faced and defensive. She has many friends and is well known for her beauty within the school, but no one is safe from her rumors. No matter how close you think you are to her, she will never find you desirable and will talk lowly of you at any moment. (Bicurious, Demisexual)

Jaime Lannister, Jock: Linebacker for the Iron High football team, he’s very passionate about the role he plays in this school. He’s been often described by his peers as “the good Lannister” and awfully cocky. Some people find his self confidence bothersome and distasteful, while others find it endearing. Though, he spends quite a bit of his time near his sister, which makes people raise questions on how close they REALLY are. (Bisexual with female preference.)

Tyrion Lannister, Party Animal: Much like Aegon, the drinks and women are a way to bury his deep feelings. He’s often described by his peers as witty and sly. When short guy season comes around, you’d be surprised by the amount of women that are on him. Though he tries to remain humble, as he puts it, by keeping his body count a mystery. (Straight)

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themotherofblood · 2 years

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Set Fire to The Rain

Tywin Lannister x Reader

Tears of gold Au

A/N: had to use the gif!!!! Instead of the red I’d like to imagine different types of robes, both medieval and the ones in the gif. Basically anything that said women would have gotten married in. Ps. Let’s just pretend the reader doesn’t know about Jamie throwing Bran out a window.

tw: mentions of self immolation, blood, stab wounds. More blood!

The air of the morning often brought Tywin solace, the silence, the birds. His wife on the other hand, hated it. The groans and grumbles every time the servants or he would try and wake her up. This morning held an eerie silence in the Red Keep. Both him and his wife were wide awake before their maids came for them, none of them spoke a word but held on tight to one another as their little feline purred next to his wife.

That soon came to an end, as in an hour you’d found yourselves being dressed for the day. The maester had visited, which seemed like a twisted joke, the health of the babies wouldn’t really matter if the war was lost. Nonetheless, you sat down as Pycelle examined you, your husband leaning against the room door with a stoic look on his face. There was much to be done today, the two of you ate what best you could before parting ways.

Your ladies had found you, helping you walk to the rear grounds of the Red Keep, where the men of the staff had huddled stacks of wood and sticks together. Back home, there was a ground for this, steps lowering toward the pyre as women ran into the fire. They weren’t sure how to do this and neither were you. When Fredrick returned with the headcount of how many women wanted to join, it was twice the amount of your ladies. Forty three people, women and children had decided to do this. You nodded before instructing the men of how to build the pyre. Almost dome shaped pyre, easy if women to run into, it stood tall almost twelve feet high, as the ropes bound each section together. The dread in your stomach grew. The rest of the ladies at court decided to take shelter in Maegor’s Holdfast, with the Queen Regent, Margery and Sansa.

Though the king had requested an audience of his family for lunch in his receiving chamber, a climb quiet worse than climbing the Tower of the Hand. You had to climb it nonetheless, Fredrick held onto your hand as you went up the stairs. Pausing every few moments before making the journey again. Your husband up top, grew frustrated with his grandson, all to worried about you climbing all those stairs. As he got up, to find you himself. Joffrey stopped him immediately.

“Grandfather, Lady Y/N isn’t a child. She can make it here on her own.” Joffrey sounded like he was actually concerned about the matter “Oh wait, she is a child.” He sniggered. Tywin merely shut his eyes to compose himself. “I heard of the pyre, your wife is building. Grandfather.” He said and scoffed. “I do not see how it is honourable to die like cowards rather than fighting the bloody fight.”

“It is called martyrdom, Your Grace.” Your voice called out from the entrance of the room, out of breath as you bowed. Fredrick turning to close the door behind you. “Not all of us are as brave as you, Your Grace.” You said while approaching your husband. “Fighting in the Vanguard, isn’t for the weakest.” Tywin shuffled in his seat, watching you test his grandson with a small smirk. You were growing claws. “Forgive me my king, it is the vanguard you are fighting in? Is it not?” You quirked a brow at him, slightly pleased at the annoyed look on his face as you were getting to him. Sansa nearly bursting into a giggle as Cersei tries to cool her son down.

Here sat the Lannisters, well the Lannister-Baratheon family, though you weren’t sure how plausible that was. As usual, Tywin and Joffrey sat at the heads of the table, you next to your husband and Cersei opposite you. Next to you sat Jamie, right opposite him sat Tommen next to Myrcella. Margery sat next to her intended, on the other side of Joffrey sat Sansa, next to her was Tyrion, squished between her and his niece. Opposite him sat Ser Loras. Quite a full table as a hoard of maid, set food down in front of you, apparently the king himself dealt with menu. You were praying that it wasn’t poisoned.

“A toast.” Cersei spoke up as she looked to her son, who still looked quite annoyed at your antics before

All the cups were soon being filled with wine, and each cup being lifted in preparation for the toast. The maids quite obviously skipped over yours, Tommen’s and Mrycella’s cups. To which the king tutted. “Come now grandmother. You must drink.” The king gestured at your empty cup and snapped at the maids to fill it, hesitantly as they looked to your husband who held an unamused look to his face.

“I cannot dri-“ before you could finish your sentence he cut you off.

“Nonsense! Drink my lady, your king commands it.” To which you look straight at him, looking annoyed and nod no.

Tyrion comes to your defence, “I’d speak softer nephew, in a few hours you might not be king.”

To which Joffrey grows visibly angrier, huffing out breaths of fury and looking red “I am King!”

“Any man who must say ‘I am king’ is no true king.” You husband finally spoke up, sporting a subtle glare at the boy king “I’ll be sure to remind you that, once I’ve won your war for you.”

Joffrey looked offended as he walked around the table to walk forward. “My father won the real war, he killed Rhaegar, he took the Iron Throne. While you hid under Castley Rock!” He yelled out.

The entire table looked at him in shock, the two little kids had no idea of what their brother had just done. Both Margery and Loras seemed to be enjoying this, while you and Jamie just looked at each other with wide eyes, Cersei nodded her head in defeat, knowing her son was beyond her control and Sansa looked confused as to why everyone looked so scared.

“The king is tired. See him to his chambers.” Tywin’s voice sounded dark as he commanded her daughter, Cersei began to drag her son out the room, with her followed Margery and her brother who quickly bowed before leaving.

Sansa opened her mouth to close it again, she was confused as to how Tywin managed to do that and you just nodded your head at her. With yet another lunch in ruins, Sansa took her leave too. Leaving behind Tywin, Jamie, Tyrion, Tommen, Myrcella and you. Atleast there was food, that was until you realized they made mutton. A common hatred for mutton existed between you and you husband and he called to have something else prepared.

“I’m sorry about Joff, he’s a little stupid.” Myrcella whispers like it’s a secret

“Huh! Traitor!” You joked back making Tywin laugh. Both Jamie and Tyrion taken aback by Tywin’s loud “Ha”

By the end of the lunch, Tywin was whisked away, with Tyrion escorting the kids to Maegors Holdfast. Leaving you behind with Jamie. You quite enjoyed, both your stepsons company. Stannis’s army was merely two hours away, early but inevitably they were coming. You held Jamie’s arm as he escorted you back to your chambers. “Shouldn’t you be with the king?” You asked him.

“Father wanted me to stay with you.” You frowned at Jamie, he was a Kingsgaurd. People would talk. Jamie knew what you were thinking and simply began reciting the words your husband told you the night of your wedding “A lion doesn’t concern itself with the opinions of sheep.” The both you recited halfway through.

Your ladies awaited you in your chambers varenda, all dressed in the robes they were wed in. This was an eerie parallel to the night of your wedding, these very ladies had dressed you to the nine’s for your husband. This time they would dress you to your shrine. Your wedding gown wouldn’t fit because of your large bump and you did not want to have it altered. Instead you opted to wear a deep crimson gown, that had gold lions embroidered down its bodice. Intricate, yet simply. The jewelry you put on, were also the ones from your wedding, and over top all of that. Your cloak, symbolic yet necessary; the very cloak your husband wrapped around you by the seven, swearing to protect you. You were now wearing to await your death.

When you emerged from you room, Jamie took a breath of shock. He always admired you, for tolerating his father and his sister. Sure he might have been displeased with the replacement of his mother but he knew, he was partially at fault for this. He gave you a sympathetic smile, walking you to the rear grounds of the Red Keep, were an unlit pyre awaited the many ladies of court. Chairs had been put out for the people present, so that they might relax as they waited. Wine and food were present at tables, like a horrifying feast. Every single person there grew quiet as they saw you walking in, Lady Lannister. Dressed, probably one last time, to prove that she is just as much a lady of her house as she was titled.

While most you gathered around the pyre, you awaited your husband and the king to address their departure. You pinched at your palm in anxiety as Fredrick and Jamie stood next to you, your eyes fixated on the lit torch next to the pyre. Soon they all heard clanking of metal, groups of men walking in all armoured, in front of them walked your husband. You’d picked up the torch, staring at it, as though praying for all this to be a dream.

Tywin was taken aback by what he saw, for the second time he saw his wife, dressed to the nines, in the colours of his house. Her back covered in their martial cloak, she turned to look at him. Her eyes glowing from the fire in her hands, her hair down, a gleam of sorrow in her eyes, her belly swollen with his children. The most hauntingly beautiful scene laid out in front of him as he approached her, the wind added to the dramatics of it all, her hair blew in the gusts of winds as he came to stand in front of her. All the ladies of the court whispering and staring at them, he towered over her easily, his armour making him appear much large then her. His hand slowly snaked forward to her belly as he closed the gap between the two. Pressing his lips to her as a gasp of unison left from its spectators.

“Come back to me.” You wanted to make him promise but you know he wouldn’t make any promises that he was absolutely sure of.

“Wait till the very end.” He replies back, you nod at him as your eyes tear up, Trying to hold it all in but undoubtedly one tear slips past you, that Tywin wipes away with his thumb, pressing a chaste kiss to your head before turning to his son. He held his son’s face with one hand. “Protect her. Be the man this house needs.” He says to him before nodding at Fred. Giving you one last look as you reach down to light the great pyre. Flames ignited in one corner as you stepped back, your husband behind you as you watched the flames of you fate grow.

The deep below of the horns filled the capital, it was time. Guards had all began to run out to their post, “I will be at the front gates, I will come find you the minute it’s over.” He reassured you before he turned to leave. A dread set across all the women in the grounds, after nearly two decades of peace, war had finally come knocking down the door. You tried to take deep breaths, stress was your biggest weakness, that directly affected your children. But how does a wife not stress when her husband will most likely die tonight?

Night had began to set in, the glow of the fire keeping everyone warm from the chilled winds in King’s Landing. Another universal joke, had this not been a precaution to the war outside, this would have been a rather nice event to hold for the court. Most children were now asleep on their mother’s laps, seems like your children too were asleep within you, they stopped moving around a while ago. Jamie was sat next to you, while he intended on standing, you ordered him to sit. Telling him there would be enough a fight for him when Stannis’s army came for the Red Keep.

“I hope I see my mother, after the fire.” You’d blurted out in deep thought

“I do too.” Jamie nodded back, before looking slightly guilty for bringing Joanna up.

“You make him happy, my lady.” Jamie continued, smiling at the fire. “My mother would be content knowing so.”

You smiled at that. You never tried to compete with Joanna Lannister, you didn’t know much about her and you didn’t care. Most part of you thought you’d barely see your husband, other than to spread your legs open for him. Tywin Lannister was a lot more giving for his family than people realise.

“Have you named them yet?” He asked looking at your belly.

“I have, I think it’s a girl and a boy. So Tyeon and Sneya.” You said while rubbing your tummy. “Though if they are both boys, you might have your hands full, in a few years. My sons could use the best swordsman teaching them.” You bugged his shoulder as he looked at you bashfully.

The battle on the front end raged on, the attempts at sabotaging the enemy fleet nearly backfired, as wildfire coated most of the shore line. Both the Lannister and Tyrell army were more than enough, to hold Stannis back however there would be a lot of bloodshed. Tywin and Ser Loras charged through with their men, as Stannis’s army approached the gate, easily cutting through most of the men, before more of the crown army poured out into the shore. Most of the men were pulled off of their horses, your husband included; but he had years of battle experience on him for mere foot soldiers to deal with. However with the gates now wide open, things could go anyway. A soldier spectating it all, ran all the way back to the Red Keep.

“My lady!” He huffed out of breath as he reached the rear grounds. “The gate has fallen.”

You entire body froze, while the women all erupted in panicked chatter, most of them on the verge of crying. You asked the soldier to approach. “What of Lord Tywin?” You cocked your brow at him, trying your best to not let your emotions engulf you.

“I watched him fall from his horse, my lady.” He bowed his head in sympathy as you turned to look at Jamie. He too sported a sorrowed look on his face. You straightened yourself up. Tywin’s voice rang through your ears

“You will wait till the very end.”

You took a deep breath and closed your eyes, trying you best to not cry, these people do not need that right now. You turned to face the chaos behind you and spoke up

“Do not be disheartened. Our armies are larger in number. Stannis will not take us today!” Your voice held a tinge of emotion behind them. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw movement. The red fabric of a dress, that one of two women could wear in this castle. You and the queen. Jamie saw the same thing too, confused as to where she was going you looked to him. “Go.” You nodded at him while he looked at you hesitantly “Jamie, go.” You urged him and he listened. Running in the direction his sister went towards.

“Fredrick, go with him.” Your long friend refused but you yelled at him. “Fred, please! I’d rather not lose any Lannisters today.” He nodded at you, handing you the bow and the set of arrows he had with himself. They weren’t for him, they were for you.

“Shoot them, not in the leg Y/N. The chest.” You scowled at him, and his untimely joke. Before he left you pulled him into hug. Fredrick had been your friend since you were a child, and if there was a slight chance that this might be the last time you were seeing him, you were not going to miss that chance.

Most of the ladies had huddled close, since the last news you got. Most of them started to sing hymns or pray in a huddle. You sat in a corner where it was most silent, trying to stop your head from thinking too much and repeating under your breath. “Please let him be okay.” as you patted your belly. There was a high chance your husband was dead, and the more you thought of it. The more your heartbeat raised.

A worried Sansa ran out from Mageor’s Holdfast, nearly losing her footing as she found you. “They are going to kill us!” She huffed while shaking your shoulders. All the blood from your body drained out, were there Stannis’s soldiers in the castle? Was this the end. You looked to the fire as most of the ladies stood up, you had to know for sure. But then you looked at Sansa, this girl had endured so much in the name of Lannisters. You looked at the fire again, you could jump in the pyre. This war was lost anyways or you help Sansa escape. They could just be assassins

“This isn’t over yet, unless we get news. No one dies today.” You looked at all the terrified ladies, they all nodded to one another before sitting down yet again. You picked up your bow and arrow and made Sansa follow behind you. The entire Red Keep was dim, no one there to reignite the dimmed torches. The whispers of the wind blowing outside made it oddly eerie as you walked through the corridors, up to your tower. There was a secret passage there, you had read about it. The both of you tried to walk as light as feathers, tiptoeing in the dark, an arrow at your bow, ready to be drawn. That’s when a loud clang, scared the shit out of you, you turned to the hallway, to the right. An armed man, looking like a deer caught at a hunt. One deep breath and you let your arrow go.

A loud scream came out from the man, as the two of you rushed past him. You went over to inspect him, end his misery. That’s when you noticed he had no armour on and sighed in relief. “These aren’t soldiers. They are thievers.” You told Sansa, as you moved to continue on. Sansa screamed making you whip your head to her, another theif held a knife to her throat, you held out another arrow aimed at the man’s head. What you didn’t notice was another one of them wacking the bow out of your hands, pushing you onto the ground.

You fought against the man as he held you down by your shoulders. “Look, pretty noble ladies. I wonder if their cunts feel better than whores.” He spat while he spoke, you still fought against him. “Aw, this one is pregnant.”

“This one looks innocent.” The other one grinned with his crooked black teeth on display. “Screw the gold cups, I want a piece of this pie.” Sansa thrashed around and so did you as they tried to rip at your clothing. You let your body slightly relax as you felt then man’s head nuzzling between your clothed breasts. You took your opportunity and lifted your head up, a clean bite right onto the man ear. Making him scream bloody murder “The cunt got my ear!” Before he could come at you again, you took an arrow and plunged it right in his belly with your hand, you did it twice more to be sure. The other man pushed Sansa aside and ran to you, trying to nail you back on the ground. But the young wolf grew her claws too and plunged an arrow into his back, before he could hurt you.

Once both men stopped trashing around you stood up, spitting out the remaining blood from your mouth. Sansa ran to you and engulfed you, the young girl stood quite taller than you and you huffed trying to hold her lanky body, she sobbed in relief as tears fell from your eyes too. The reality setting in, but you reassured her nonetheless. “We are going t be fine, I am going to get you home.” A gentle, stabbing pain erupted in your belly. You simply patted at it, your children probably moving around within you.

Sansa picked up the remaining arrows for you and the two of you began walking again, sniffling as you were terrified that you would die today. Whether it was the fire or thievers. You were trying to mentally manipulate yourself into believing you were alright, but the pain your belly grew. You put it off as your children being hyperactive. You were almost there, but a sharp pain in your abdomen made you yelp out. Holding onto the wall next to you, huffing as the pain knocked your breath out of you. Sansa quickly stood next to you.

“Lady Y/N, are you hurt.” She sounded concerned as she looked over you

“No, I’m fine. Just have to get to the top.” You planned on lying down after you got Sansa through the passage. Both of you began climbing, but barely making a few step before another sharp pain hit you. You cried out, holding onto Sansa’s arm. “You two better stop, whatever it is you are doing in there!” You scolded your children as if they could hear you and began to slowly climb the steps again. You stood rested against the cool stone walls of the tower, taking in deep breaths to ease your pain. But it only kept coming back, much worse than before.

“Y/N, you are hurt! Blood!” Sansa looked over your body trying to figure out where you were bleeding from. You too did the same until you figured it out. There was wetness between your legs, it was your children. Before you reacted another sharp pain knocked the wind out of you.

“We. Have to. Get up there.” You huffed out between breaths, as you held onto the walls as you climbed. A few more steps and you were going to be there. You weren’t ready to do this, you weren’t ready to lose your husband and your children in one night. This could not have been happening. Another sharp pain made you sob out, the hard exterior of your courage faltering as you heard metal clanking towards you. Panic settled in your body as you took everything you had within you and stood straight again. Knocking an arrow to your bow, ready to shoot whoever this was.

“Lady Y/N?” A panicked voice huffed closer as they climbed the steps. It was Jamie and you sighed out relief. Dropping the weapon from your hands as he came into vision, Fredrick right behind him. Yet another stabbing pain shot up your spine making you sob out and fall to your knees, only this time it didn’t got away. Making your cry in pain. Both Jamie and Fredrick ran to your side as Sansa stood their looking horrified.

“It- it’s her babies.” Sansa stammered.

Jamie huffed and effortlessly picked you up as you cried in pain, your state getting worse than it was before. “Find the Maester, Septa and nurses. Now!” He ordered Fredrick who threw himself down the stairs as quickly as his feet would take him.

“You are going to be okay, Lady Y/N. You are going to be just fine.” Jamie comforted you as he took you up the stairs to you chambers, while you sobbed in pain. Reminding Jamie of the awful night, when his mother’s screams coated the walls of Castley Rock. He couldn’t help her, but he was going to do everything in his power to help you.

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jackoshadows · 1 year

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Reminder that Sansa’s sudden affection for her bastard brother is predicated on the fact that she thinks all her trueborn brothers are dead and not because she is suddenly accepting of bastardy (she’s not). Nor are batshit insane ideas on how she’s ‘romanticizing bastardy’ (like WTF?!) true either. She’s aghast and hurt at being called a bastard or having to play a pretend bastard. She thinks that lowborn Lothor Brune would be a good match for a bastard like Mya Stone:

Though he had risen to knighthood, Ser Lothor’s birth had been very low. Sober, he was a quiet man, but a strong one. And Petyr says he’s loyal. He trusts him as much as he trusts anyone. Brune would be a good match for a bastard girl like Mya Stone, she thought. - Alayne, AFfC

Would she be accepting of marrying a low born person herself? Considering how horrified she is to even play a pretend bastard, there’s no evidence whatsoever of Sansa being open to that.

Sansa’s thoughts on Jon and her brothers are right there in the text:

She had not thought of Jon in ages. He was only her half brother, but still … with Robb and Bran and Rickon dead, Jon Snow was the only brother that remained to her. I am a bastard too now, just like him. Oh, it would be so sweet, to see him once again. - Alayne, AFfC

However, Bran and Rickon are not dead are they? As per GRRM, Rickon Stark has a very important role in the books unlike in the show. One of the biggest houses in the North wants Rickon Stark as Lord of Winterfell. And there’s Robb’s decree which legitimizes and designates Jon Snow as his heir, Lord of Winterfell and King in the North.

The true test will be in how Sansa thinks of and behaves with Jon Snow after knowing her trueborn brothers are still alive. Will she support Jon Snow and Robb’s decree. Or will she want Rickon Stark, her true born sibling, as Lord of Winterfell and ignore a decree that sees her removed from ever getting Winterfell.

Considering that by the next book the army of the dead will be advancing even closer and Jon Snow will be looking to unite and lead the North against this existential threat, will Sansa engage in civil war to fight for her right to Winterfell? Will she refuse to trade or hold the food stores of the Vale hostage in return for a Stark as Lord of Winterfell instead of a Snow?

Remember, GRRM loves writing dysfunctional families and the Starks are no exception. There are no perfectly loving families in ASoIaF just like in real life. Ambitious siblings exist everywhere. I remain confident that there will be some kind of Stark civil war (Smatterings of which we saw in the show with Jon and Sansa clashing and Sansa wanting to be QITN over Jon).

And with the Starks being in disarray and Jon then knowing the truth of his parentage, it would create an interesting, complex cauldron of emotions for him to deal with. I can’t wait!!

#Sansa Stark #Jon Snow #Rickon Stark #asoiaf #GRRM

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kimwexlers-brownhair · 1 year

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daenerys, sansa, and arya are all so incredible, they’re so amazing, compassionate, kind, intelligent, and strong. i love all three of them so much and i honestly think that after some initial tensions they’ll all get along really well. the show did them all dirty, but they’re all incredible characters who deserve better. if grrm ever finishes the book i’m 100% positive they’re endings will be vastly different from the show.

In my universe, Sansa and Arya are Daenerys's right and left hand counsel. Arya does the ground work. She mixes with the common folk and finds out what's really happening and what they really need. Diplomat Sansa tests the noble waters, and says, "Okay, if we do X, we need to be careful not to do Y, because that will piss off House Z." They're the dream team that can save Westeros, but all you petty bitches want them to hate each other and want the ending all dark and doomy. Fuckin nerds, go take a walk in the park.

#daenerys targaryen #sansa stark #arya stark #asoiaf #game of thrones #got

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turtle-paced · 1 year

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If you had to pick a mother and daughter scene to be had in asoiaf what charcaters or situation would you pick? I’ve alwsys like the idea of cateyln brushing sansa’s hair prior to her leaving maybe talking about KL, or even Cersei and Myrcella and Cersei telling her how to act when she gets on the boat and adjusts her clothing and tiara because that’s the only way she can show her feelings that she’d (her dac) deem ‘weak”.

It's hard for me to say. Yes, I want more scenes with female characters interacting and ideally advancing some of the more feminist themes.

But I do not want them there just to tick boxes. Bechdel test, get! That's tokenistic, to my mind.

Scenes have to advance the plot, or reveal character/worldbuilding in a way that will eventually support the plot. If we're going to have these scenes, they have to be part of the plot. I feel to get the best out of a mother-daughter scene, there would be more substantial rewrites required so that those scenes did work that's not duplicated by other parts of the book.

I want these things integrated into the story, not tacked on like a DIY extension to the back room.

#asoiaf

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axelsagewrites · 3 months

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Sansa Stark*Surprise Visit

Pairing: sansa x reader

Word count: 924

Warnings: long distance

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everyone told you that long distance would never work but you refused to listen. You and Sansa had started going out in your last year of high school and it wasn’t until your college acceptance letters started coming in you realised how far away you would be. There was no way though that either of you were willing to not go to your dream schools, so you decided to make it work.

Sure, it’s been hard not being able to see her every day like before, but it means the once a month you do get to see her you savour it even more. However, there was one slight problem: Valentine’s day. Aka also your anniversary.

Sansa was majorly into valentines and anything cutesy so last year you used it as a perfect opportunity to ask her out but this year you had an exam on valentines. You honestly wondered if your miserable professor only did this to ruin everyone’s plans. Sansa told you she understood but you could hear the sadness over the phone when you told her last month.

You were going to visit her the weekend after valentines though so at least it wasn’t a total lost cause. On Tuesday you spent all night studying for the exam and on Wednesday morning aka Valentine’s day you didn’t even realise how little you’d actually spoken to your girlfriend. Of course, you’d sent her a happy anniversary message at midnight, but your mind was stuck on this dumb test.

When the exam let out everyone was groaning or praying for their deaths. Or the death of Ramsay who kept saying how easy it had been. You hated him honestly but right now all you wanted was to get back to your dorm to face time your girlfriend.

You waved your friends goodbye and headed to your room. However, when you opened the door, you thought you might cry.

“Surprise!” Sansa squealed, jumping off the bed and barrelling into your arms.

“Oh my god, babe!” You said, eyes wide in awe as you wrapped her in a hug while taking in the room.

She had filled it with heart shape ballons, confetti, diy wall hangings, and you couldn’t help but giggle at the fake rose petals on the bed and floor. “You never told me you were coming,” you said, pulling back to see her grinning face.

“Then it wouldn’t be a surprise,” she teased, leaning in for a kiss you wish lasted much longer until she pulled away and led you by your hand to the bed, “Look what I got you,” she said, sitting on the bed and patting the spot beside her.

You laughed at her antics as you sat down and then she pulled out the biggest gift bag you’d seen. It was pink and glittery and covered in hearts. “Open, open,” she said, bouncing up and down as she shoved it in your hands.

“Baby,” you gasped as you began pulling out the trinkets. It ranged from a bag of Hershey kisses to valentines’ chocolates to pink scrunchies and pink hair clips and basically everything pink or heart shaped.

You were practically gushing when you found the jar of reasons she loved you, all handwritten with her perfect loopy handwriting. “This is so amazing thank you so much,” you said, reaching forward to pull her into the tightest hug you could. You sighed when you pulled away, “I got you something, but I didn’t have time to wrap it,”

“That’s okay,” she said, excitement still clear on her face as you fished it out your bedside drawer. “Wait what is it?” she said as she took the first thing out your hand.

“Its your favourite book except,” you said, reaching out to open it, “I actually read it and annotated it. it killed me but I know you like doing it,”

“Aww this is amazing,” she grinned, flipping through the pages. “Is that for me too?” she asked shyly when she saw the box in your hands.

You laughed at her antics and quickly passed it over, “If you don’t like it, I kept the receipt,”

However, when she opened it, you saw her heart melting in her eyes, “I freaking love it omg,” she said, pulling out the small gold heart shaped locket. Yes, you knew heart shaped jewellery was a total cliché, but Sansa was a sucker for a cliché, “Put it on me?”

“Of course,” you grinned, moving to gently clasp it around her neck, “There, perfect,” you said, kissing the top of her head. “There’s a picture of us in it,”

“I love it,” she grinned, holding it in her hand and opening it to see a photo of you from valentines day last year, “Ill never take it off,”

You couldn’t help but giggle at her cuteness, “I wish you told me you were coming; I had our whole time planned out,” you pouted.

“Yeah, like what?”

“Well, I was going to set up a bunch of chick flicks and get an unholy amount of heart shaped candies,” you said, and you could practically see Sansa vibrating in excitement at the idea, “And I was even going to make chocolate strawberries,”

You could see the clogs turning in her brain, “Isn’t there a target 10 minutes from here?” she eventually asked with a shy smile.

“Target date?” you laughed but Sansa was already up putting her shoes on. “Your adorable,” you giggled as you grabbed your car keys.

“Not as much as you,”

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welldonebeca · 11 months

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The TV Show (2)

Summary: When they finally find a moment together, Jon invites Sansa to watch a TV show. They just keep getting distracted. Aka: Netflix and chill. They fuck in front of a TV. WC: 1k words Warnings: Oral sex/Blowjob. Enthusiastic consent. Jon Snow has a big dick. A big of teasing. A little bit of praise. Accidental edging. D/s dynamic.

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Sansa moved away from him, standing up and taking off her top, and Jon followed her with his eyes, and inhaled sharply when she knelt between his legs. She could feel the mood shift between them, the lead.

"There are a lot of videos about sucking cock online," she told him. "And articles too. Did you know that?"

He gulped.

"I... suspect?" Jon mumbled.

Sansa nodded a little, moving her hands over his thighs.

"Do you think I can test on yours?" she asked. "What I learned?"

Jon swallowed down sharply.

"Of course."

She tried to be very gracious when she opened his trousers and massaged his dick over his underwear like the guy in the video had done.

Jon felt very big under her fingers, very thick.

When she pulled him out, she was proven right.

Jon was big. Very big.

Well, he was bigger than the guy in the video, and when she tried to wrap her fingers around him, it was hard.

"Wow," she whispered.

Jon laughed.

"Impressed, sweet girl?"

Well, yes. A little.

"You can go slow," he assured her.

But Sansa shook her head.

"I can do it," she assured him.

She moved to wrap her lips around him, but Jon held her.

"Let's move," he told her. "So you can be a little more comfortable.”

Sansa frowned, but complied, and let him lay her on the low couch, kneeling by her side so she could reach him.

Jon pushed her shorts out of the way just as she wrapped her lips around his cock, and she had to focus very hard not to choke and not on his fingers when Jon pushed his finger between her folds, tapping onto her wetness.

He didn't slide his fingers in, just rubbing her inner folds and touching her clit with passing brushes, not focusing on it, the tease he was, but that was good. Sansa was trying to make him putty in her hands, to make him pay for what he'd done to her.

She was so focused on sucking him that she didn't quite realise when the TV went back on, becoming background noise for them.

She traced him with her tongue very carefully, caressing the veiny side with the tip of it and humming with the salty taste of his precum.

Sansa's focus was taken away, however, when Jon chuckled, and she pulled away.

"What?" she frowned.

He looked at her, looking unsure, and shook his head.

"Not you," he told her. "Just... the show."

She frowned.

They were speaking some other language, weren't they?

She looked down at little, seeing how she could get a glimpse of the TV from the reflex on the table between his legs, but gave up, sitting up.

Before Jon could complain, however, she moved her hand to his cock and started massaging it the way she had learned on the video.

Oh, the hot couple was talking.

"Like Dark Sister," Rhaenyra spoke.

Sansa eyed the necklace.

She was half sure she'd seen it in books too.

"Dark Sister?" she looked at him.

Jon blinked at her, looking completely confused for a moment.

"Hm... a sword," he told her, a little breathless. "It’s silly. It doesn’t matter."

She hummed along, jerking him slowly, and Jon inhaled sharply.

Sansa watched as the man put the necklace around Rhaenyra's neck, and waited for them to touch or tease one another, but nothing happened. Instead, Rhaenyra stepped away.

Boring.

Wait, wasn't that her uncle?

Weird.

She moved back to Jon again, kissing his head before taking him into her lips again.

Sansa relaxed her throat and her neck, pushing him as deep as she could go, and breathed in deep when she felt his thick cock against her throat, nearly gagging.

But she didn't. She took it like a champ.

She focused on breathing through her nose, relaxing her throat.

"That's it," Jon grunted. "Good girl."

Alright. All tongue, no teeth. Never teeth because it hurt!

She wouldn't want his teeth on her clit, why would she let her teeth hurt his cock.

"Fuck, Sansa," he hissed.

She moved back from him, the sound of the TV getting her attention again.

Was that another dress?

She sat up again, and stared in shock at the show.

Gods, Rhaenyra's dress was a mess.

"Oh no," she shook her head. "They didn't."

Jon moaned at her side.

"Hm?"

"Jon, she is not wearing any stays again," she complained. "I can see her bra!"

She raised her eyebrows, surprised by her uncle's armour.

"That can't be safe," she decided, pulling her hand away from Jon. "Jon, look at that!"

He inhaled sharply and breathed out slowly, and she frowned, looking at him.

His cheeks were so pink!

And when she looked at his cock, it was throbbing, bobbing up and down.

"Is that normal?" she asked, worried.

Was that supposed to happen?

Jon pressed his lips together.

"Aren't we in the middle of something?" he asked, instead.

"Oh," she looked at the screen and then at him. "Yeah, of course."

She moved back to his cock, licking him up, and hummed in a bit of surprise when she realised how much precum he was dripping with.

Did that mean he was about to cum?

Already?

She pushed him into her mouth until his cock was resting all the way through her tongue and used her hand to massage his balls gently, and Jon moaned darkly over her.

"Sansa," he covered her pussy with his hand, not even touching her further now.

She moved back, sucking just on the head and closing her eyes at the salty taste of him.

Jon's fingers tightened in her hair, and he moaned more.

"The Queen that never was," someone announced on the show.

Sansa pulled away, curious.

Was it Rhaenys?

She looked at the TV again, continuing to move her fingers on Jon's balls.

Oh, her hair was so interesting!

Very wrong, but very interesting.

"Fuck," Jon cursed.

She turned to him, confused, and Jon reached for the remote.

He turned the TV off and before she could even ask what he was doing, Jon picked her up and threw her over his shoulder.

"No more TV for you," he panted, slapping her ass. "Fucking tease."

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redwolf17 · 11 months

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4 for Sansa I Part V

Hi anon! I was kinda confused, I’m guessing you’re referring to this ask prompt from a couple days ago?

4. Whose is your least favorite character for this chapter/fic?

To be honest, I’m not sure I have a least favorite character for Sansa I? Like, Septon Ulf is a bit of a fanatic, and Mellario hits poor Rosamund, but they’re both interesting characters to write, who think they are very reasonable from their own perspective?

Let’s do a deep dive!

Mellario

In canon, we know Mellario is a noble of Norvos, a slaver city. She's short, and her marriage with Doran curdled at some point after Trystane's birth. In canon, this is attributed to her fury over Doran sending away Quentyn to foster, and then trying to send Arianne away too. GRRM has also said in an interview that Doran/Mellario started as a "oooh, sexy foreigner" sort of love match, but couldn't stand the test of time and cultural differences.

I think that's a solid basis for a character, although I definitely side-eye Doran for casually marrying a member of slaver nobility. We get zero about Mellario's views on slavery, so I'm not comfy just handwaving her as a Grimke sister type, especially as she brought Areo Hotah from Norvos as a slave.

(...side note, is Areo still a slave??? Does Doran pay him wages??? Uhm....)

Anyway, Mellario should NOT have hit Rosamund, but I thought it was a very understandable, if violent and shitty, reaction from a terrified, furious mother, especially given she was separated from her children for years during the canon era.

Septon Ulf

Oh, this guy. Dragonstone's smallfolk had a VERY WEIRD time during the WotFK in canon! Stannis takes up with a fire witch, who he allows to burn the sept of Dragonstone as a sacrifice to R'hllor. Several nobles are killed defending the sept, or burned later by Selyse and Melisandre. Davos mentions in passing that the smallfolk briefly converted to R'hllorism, then went back to the Seven.

Uhhh... that's a pretty huge deal? Medieval people took religion VERY seriously! The destruction of septs would have been a HUGE deal! So, I sat and thought, and realized that there were probably a decent number of smallfolk on Dragonstone who blamed Stannis's fall on Melisandre and her red god, who lured him away from the Seven. But given that the smallfolk also converted to R'hllor... well. Better prove their true devotion to the Seven by disassociating as much as possible from anything that even vaguely goes against the Seven or reminds them of Melisandre.

I don't have a full backstory in my head for Septon Ulf, but he was definitely born on Dragonstone, and a septon there for quite a while. Ulf's faith wavered during the Melisandre era; he either temporarily gave up the Seven and worshipped R'hllor, or remained silent rather than risk his skin by opposing Melisandre. Either way, ever since she left, Ulf has been DETERMINED to overcorrect by being super mega pious, to the point of listening to the similarly fervent members of his flock who believe violent action is necessary to cleanse their former sin.

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existentialfantasy · 10 months

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Illicit Lessons

Part 1: Clarifying Doubts

Sansa wasn’t sure if she should do what she was about to do. There were plenty of reasons why it was so wrong, but then again she always gravitated to wrong more often than right. The attraction was almost instant, the first time Petyr taught their class. She knew he eyed her more than once, but she also knew he wouldn’t make a move as it involved his job and reputation. She slowly started approaching him after class, as if she needed clarification on some topics, but she couldn’t make much progress.

He always seemed to talk to the point and end it there. She found out he had a girlfriend and he seemed the sincere type, so it would take a lot for her to get what she wanted. She started paying more attention to what she was wearing, more crop tops and short skirts to tease him. She knew he couldn’t resist ogling at her and that was progress in a way. She finally managed to get his number and texted him.

“How are you sir? Hope you don’t mind me texting you, if I have any doubts” she texted him.

“Who is this? I’m sorry, I don’t have your number” he replied a while later.

“It’s Sansa from your psychology class. I got your number from Professor Tarly. I thought I could text you in case I have any doubts while studying, hope you don’t mind” she decided to test the waters.

“I’m not always online, but I’ll try to answer as best as I can” Petyr replied.

“Thank you so much sir” she replied and immediately changed her display picture to a sexy black number she wore on one of her night outs. She knew any man would drool just at the look of her ass as she turned around slightly and gave that seductive smile of hers. She knew if he was paying any attention, he would be hooked.

She started forwarding jokes and memes to him, he always read them but would never respond. She was texting him her doubts, he would just answer her questions and avoid any small talk. She noticed a slight change in him at the university though, she noticed him giving a slight smile whenever he saw her.

She decided to kick the teasing up a notch and sent him a couple of her clubbing outfit pictures. “Going on a date with a slightly older guy, can you please help me decide what he might like? I’m a little nervous sir”.

“I don’t know what his tastes are, how can I help you? :)” he replied.

“Fair enough, if you were going on a date with me. What would you have picked?”, she didn’t see any point in holding back. She knew it could back fire badly, but she decided to go for it.

After what felt like an eternity, he finally replied “I think I’d love that red dress more”.

“Why do you love it more than the blue one?” she wasn’t going to let him go easy.

“I just feel it suits your complexion more” he replied.

“Thank you sir, helps me a lot. As it is, I’m pretty confused about most things” she decided to not take it too further then.

“Sir, I have a lot of doubts, are you going to be in the university tomorrow? I know it’s a second Saturday and all” she texted him Friday night, hoping she could catch him alone.

“Yes, I have some work to finish, I’ll be at my office. You can come over” he replied, all business like.

She wore a really sexy crop top, showing off as much midriff as she possibly could, paired it with a mini skirt and high heels. She knew he wouldn’t be able to stop ogling, no matter how much he tried. She topped it off with bright red lipstick, accentuating her luscious lips, she knew Petyr wouldn’t be able to resist them for too long.

“May I come in sir?” she knocked on his office door and slightly opened it.

“Yes, come in” he replied, his head buried in a lot of paperwork. He was grading papers.

“I hope I’m not disturbing you sir, I just had a lot of doubts I wanted to clarify before the exams” she was making excuses.

“Take a seat” he replied, his face still buried in the papers.

He finally got around to looking at her and she noticed a look of amazement on his face. She instantly knew she had him. But he was a professional, so he quickly corrected himself and was business like again.

“There he goes again, he’s really going to make me work for this” Sansa thought to herself.

“Let’s get started sir, if you don’t mind” she pulled a chair and sat next to him, opening the book and turning to a chapter, moving closer to him, letting him smell the perfume on her body. She was turning the pages and asking questions, her hands touching his, her breasts coming close to his hand as she bent over the desk discussing topics.

She knew he was finding it extremely difficult to control himself, as he was stuttering in replying and was averting her eyes. She was quite enjoying it and decided to go for the kill.

“Are you single sir?” she asked him.

He took a few seconds to process it and finally replied “No, I have a girlfriend”.

“Don’t you find it hard, teaching so many pretty young women and still resisting the urge”, she was taking sweet revenge for all the hoops she had to jump through for this moment.

“What urge are you talking about?” he was trying to sound cool, but it wasn’t working.

“The urge you’ve been resisting for the last few minutes, the urge to fuck my brains out”, she wasn’t holding back after coming so far.

“I don’t have any such urges” he sounded agitated.

“Don’t worry sir, nobody has to know. You can have your way with me, it’ll be our little secret”, she took his hand and made him cup her breast with it.

He was a little shocked, but it felt too good to let it go. Before he knew what was going on, he was lifting her up and making her sit on his desk. She pulled him close and planted her lips on his, the longing finally ending as she finally had him right where she wanted. He wasn’t holding back anymore, sticking his tongue down her throat as she wrapped her legs around him. His hands were running all over her back as she lifted her arms, letting him take the crop top off.

“Don’t worry sir, I locked the door behind me. Nobody will disturb us” she whispered in his ears as he continued kissing her passionately.

” I’ve always controlled myself, but I couldn’t when it came to you. You’re just too sexy and I wanted you for myself ever since I noticed you in class” he told her as he sucked her lower lip non stop.

“Fuck me hard sir! Fuck me like I’m your girlfriend, own me sir” she whispered as he cupped her breasts, sucking on her cleavage.

He ran his hands up her skirt, feeling her smooth skin all the way up to between her legs. One look at her sexy red lace thong and he wanted to ogle at it forever. He undid her skirt and threw it aside, drinking her half naked body from top to bottom with his eyes. She lifted his hands and took off his t-shirt, running her fingers over his fit, hairy chest.

He pushed her back onto the desk, running his tongue from the edge of her thong, all the way up to her neck. Her soft moans were enough encouragement for him to keep going, as she tugged at his hair, pushing him onto her body. It was time for the bra to go and he threw it aside, squishing her twins together, running his tongue all over them. Her taut nipples getting more erect with all the attention they were getting, his tongue running circles all around them.

“Oh Sir! I’ve waited for this for so long, now don’t make me wait, fuck me hard” she pleaded with him.

He made his way down south again, pulling down her thong as his tongue was enjoying the taste of her skin, the aroma of her naked body driving him mad. She wasn’t going to be fucked so soon, she thought to herself as his tongue flicked over her pussy lips, licking them, getting them ready for what was to follow.

He buried his face between her legs as she pushed his face deeper, his tongue and mouth going full throttle at her pussy. He was rubbing her clit, sucking and licking her pussy, fingering it alternately, giving it the five star treatment it thoroughly deserved. Her moans were growing louder, telling him he was doing pretty well and he was determined to make them grow louder.

“Oh Sir! You’re so fucking amazing, eat my pussy, just like that, just like that” she cried out as he lifted his face to look at the pleasure all over her face.

He could sense it coursing through her entire body as he kept licking and sucking her tight wet horny pussy. He squeezed her breasts hard as he was fingering and tongue fucking her furiously, the wetness starting to spread between her legs. She tasted so good and he wanted more, so he kept at it, the juices oozing out of her pretty good. He licked and sucked every last drop of it, not wanting to waste his labour of lust, the lust which he held back for so long. The lust which was coming out finally like a bursting dam.

His face was glistening with her juices as she pulled him up and kissed him hard, sucking his tongue like an animal, not holding back as she pulled down his pants and got hold of his hardness. The hardness she so craved for, the hardness which she had to have in her mouth and between her legs. She pushed him off of her and got down on her knees, holding his manhood, scratching it with her long nails, as she took it inside her mouth.

“I’ve waited to taste you for so long sir” she said to him as she started licking his shaft from the base to its tip. She could taste the precum oozing out, the sexy aroma of cum that turned her on so much.

She finally took her fully into her mouth, sucking on as he threw his head back, enjoying all the attention he was getting. She looked up at him, staring into his eyes as she continued sucking him, like she was born for the sole purpose of sucking his dick. She sucked on his balls too, giving them enough attention as the precum continued to pour out of him and she was lapping it all up. He knew he wouldn’t last long if she kept at it and he wanted her bad.

He stopped her and made her stand up, pushing her to the wall, kissing her wildly, tasting himself in her mouth. She was getting breathless as his hands were ravaging every inch of her body. One hand of his moved down between her legs, checking and she was still wet. He moved down to her breasts, sucking and licking her nipples, biting them hard between his teeth as she yelped in pleasurable pain. He lifted her up, against the wall as she wrapped her legs around him, his face buried between her breasts, sucking and licking, biting, digging his teeth into them, leaving his marks all over her.

“Oh Sir! Don’t make me wait, fuck me hard already” she begged him.

He started poking his hardness between her legs, feeling his way around her pussy. The anticipation was driving her crazy, as she tugged at his hair, burying her face into his neck as he finally entered her with a deep thrust.

“Oh fuck! Yes sir, just like that, fuck me like I’m your dirty little slut” she cried out.

He stayed inside her, filling her up, stretching her to the limit and then slowly pulled out as she gasped for breath. He sensed that he was too big for her, but he wasn’t going to let that stop him from having his way. He thrusted his way back in, going harder this time, making her feel him more.

“Oh yes! Fuck me harder sir, make me your personal whore!” she couldn’t help but talk dirty to him.

He lifted her up slightly, sucking and licking on her neck, as he kept thrusting, her breasts jiggling for him to suck and bite on. Both of their bodies turning sweaty in no time, yet he wasn’t anywhere close to being done. He stopped for a few seconds, catching his breath while he was still inside her, grinding his hips as his cock touched every nook and corner of her wet pussy. Her nails digging into his back, her toes curling as he hit all the right spots inside her.

“I didn’t know you were such a good fucker sir, I’d have seduced you sooner if I had known” she pulled him closer and kissed him as her back was running up against the wall.

He pulled her up again and held her tight, keeping her steady as he hit her hard this time, harder than he had ever hit her before. Her loudest moan yet told him, he hit her in the right spot. He wasn’t going to let her go easy, he pulled out and hit her hard again, as her moans kept growing louder. They were both past the point where they cared who heard or who might notice, he held her tight and pounded her real good, taking out all his lust on her.

“Fuck sir, fuck me harder. Is this the best you can do? Looks like old age makes you weak” she was teasing him.

He laughed and drilled her in short quick thrusts, non stop, hitting her as hard as he could. The look on her face, her eyes rolling around like crazy, told him he was doing great. He kept at it, pounding her like an animal, her moans at their loudest, her body shivering in wild pleasure. He sucked and bit her lips as she pushed his hips deeper into him, he was grunting pretty loud and she knew he wouldn’t last long. She took his hand and made her rub his clit as he continued drilling, the moans and grunts continued, till he couldn’t keep going. He finally let go, spraying deep inside her.

“Fuck sir! You are so fucking good” she cried out as the wave of pleasure hit her pretty good, spreading from between her legs through her entire body. She pulled him closer and sucked his face, biting his lips, sucking his tongue as he sucked her in return. She finally climbed down and quickly dressed up.

“Thanks for clarifying all my doubts sir” she winked at him and walked out.

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esther-dot · 2 years

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What is your opinion of Sansa's costumes on Game of Thrones? I love the fabrics and the embroidery of the earlier seasons, but I wonder if the later, darker costumes make such a sensitive and feminine character as Sansa appear to be too dour and "sexless?"

I didn’t think I had much to say about costumes, but I started writing and couldn’t stop so the short answer is yes and the longer answer is, well, long. 😂

I was a very casual viewer and didn’t put much thought into the show other than loving it when it aired until s7. I thought the costumes were pretty in earlier seasons but back then I never watched or read interviews or bts stuff, so it wasn’t until I got involved in the fandom (before s8), that I started hearing the thought process behind the costumes which made me appreciate their intent but imo there was a failure in that, I couldn’t see the details. I think they needed to do screen tests with the costumes because there was SO much effort put into things that failed to pick up on my tv. And, in spite of my general impression of “oh, pretty costumes!” I hope that when they do a remake, they look back at historical fashions and use those as a starting place because at a certain point, it became clear that the costumes were informed by one person’s taste rather than making sense of the climate/status of certain characters. It’s fantasy so obviously the important thing isn’t historical accuracy, but there were some...choices in s7-s8 costume-wise that were odd.

I didn’t save the links to the costume metas that more knowledgeable people wrote, but I think the costume design (just as the writing did) became more of an issue because of inconsistent approaches. I remember Dany’s white fur coat was supposed to indicate her mindset of being a savior, but if the costume design was about how the characters perceived themselves then Sansa’s and Cersei’s outfits should have been different and Jon’s costuming doesn’t fit his mindset in s8 because he’s wearing the Stark wolves when he goes into KL in 8x05 which i would argue was when he was MOST distant from Stark ideals and the Stark family. Morally, emotionally, that would have been the lowpoint as he is leading the northern armies (against the wishes of the Starks) into battle in which he knows Dany likely won’t stop even if the city surrenders. So, at times the costumes reflect the characters self-perception and at other times they don’t which is confusing. If at times you’re invited into a character’s mind and not at others, you’re getting some mixed signals, especially with a character like Dany who had a warped view.

I know it was mostly more about how the audience was meant to see the characters and shaping their view of them but I have issues with that too. Dany generally had sexy outfits which I’m sure was a deliberate choice to keep the GA in love with her and distract them from her concerning words and actions. And even though they did introduce the Viserys’ like outfits to indicate her conqueror/Targ stuff and nudge her character progression along, the white outfit continued the audience’s misconception that she’s a savior and disrupted that conquering image until she went full Nazi in the end of s8. And I don’t say that lightly, everyone recognized what they did with her in the finale and that included her costume. If that’s the goal, to control the audience’s perception of a character, I have issues with how they dressed Sansa because even though there were pretty dresses in KL, the costume designer made them not fit to indicate how out of place she was which reflects her emotional state but doesn’t work with the idea of how well she manages court life and maneuvers the dangers of her situation. Something we were meant to pick up on but most of the audience didn’t. I know her “Alayne”/Dark Sansa outfit got a lot of attention because it was much sexier than her previous outfits, but the attention she receives from men was unwanted, so again, it doesn’t ring true as what the character would want to wear or that that’s how she viewed herself, and feels more like telling the audience something...but I don’t know what? On the one hand, it’s meant to be Sansa taking some control of her life, but she very quickly is victimized/sexually abused. I guess it just seems to me that the costumes might make sense in a way, but not from other angles. I suppose the costume design was tied to the scripts and the writing was so messy they reflected that lack of coherency to me.

The one outfit that to me felt genuine to who Sansa was is her wolf dress in s6. I believe that she would have created something beautiful to wear that was luxurious in a way, but still practical (ish), and proudly proclaimed herself a Stark. Of course, if it was meant to tell the audience what to think, where Sansa’s loyalty was, where her heart and home was, the costumes in s7-8 felt like a step backwards. Messy writing, I suppose. She still has the Starky wolves and furs, but there was so much going on with the necklace and the crisscrossed straps for her furs that we begin to get that claustrophobic feeling when looking at her in s7 and then she has her armor dress in s8 which...I know she felt the danger of LF, Dany, and the Others, so having her wear those armored things makes sense in a way, except, if by her own volition she wore that beautiful dress in s6 when going to war and before she was safe in Winterfell again and before she was reunited with Bran and Arya...it feels like regression, not a believable followup. I read a fabulous meta pre s8 that pointed out how Dany’s costume mimicked Viserys, Cersei’s mimicked her father’s, and Sansa’s had a lot of Jon, so some of these choices were about creating visual parallels and pointing out how the three queens were foils for each other, but the writing in s7-8 was so contradictory, and did more misleading of the audience than genuine storytelling, that I think it was pointless in the end. So, nice idea in theory, but no one but Sansa fans/Jonsas noticed what this was saying about Dany and the rest of the fandom thought that Sansa wearing dark clothes meant she was evil. 😑

The idea of putting Sansa in that armor dress in s8 was also frustrating because Sansa was supposed to feel safe in Winterfell and she clearly was wielding more political clout than Jon or Dany in the North, but she was no warrior/fighter, so I wish they had leaned into the differences there in costumes. Like, let’s imagine Dany wearing some form of armor in light of her being on the continent to, ya know, wage war and conquer, and stick Sansa in more colorful outfits or softer outfits to reflect how happy she was to be home and have her siblings again. Wouldn’t that change the audience’s perception of the characters? Wouldn’t that make more sense for their roles and goals? Sansa’s realm of power is in the court, in relationships, in words, so to put her in something that looked like armor when even Arya wasn’t wearing anything like that and Jon was wearing a gross jerkin (???) and nothing more when fighting the others...it just didn’t make sense in any way. To me, it feels like they were indicating she was closed off which is dumb because she was the most invested in her family/relationships. At the time I wasn’t that bothered, but post s8 it’s annoying. How do they justify putting Sansa, who in s8 works to serve her people and grants mercy where others want death (Jaime), and prioritizes her family over and over into costumes that told them audiences she was closed off/meant for war? And then when you think about a scene like her one on one with Dany, how soft and approachable they made her in contrast to Sansa when one of those characters was about to become a mass murdering tyrant…I mean, the intent is to mislead, right? Dany was allegedly uncomfortable in the North, why is Sansa the one in stiff/uncomfortable costumes? Sophie sold the calm strength of Sansa, the subtle power she held, I don’t think the rigid outfits were necessary or communicating the right ideas.

And now for my least favorite Sansa look which unfortunately is her coronation outfit. It had a lot of symbolism but most of those details weren’t visible to me until I saw high quality pics on the internet so again, screen tests would have been a good idea. Also, I thought it was a VERY questionable choice to include references to LF and in her outfit. I understand that he influenced her, but LF molested her. It REALLY bothers me that the designer put references to him alongside references to Sansa’s family. The outfit also continued her armor theme and considering at this point all her enemies (LF, Dany, Cersei) were gone it made no sense that way. I already objected to the armor being a miscommunication of where her power was, and that leaves us with this idea of being protected/isolated from others which is really upsetting. Here’s an addition to a post I wrote after the finale that perfectly explained why some of us hated it:

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So, unfortunately, like much of GoT, the ending made what might have otherwise been forgiven, really upsetting to me. I know the costume designer had good goals and worked a lot of meaning into her design, but ultimately, the above was my take away for various reason. The writing isn’t the costume designer’s fault, but I think in working so hard to communicate what the scripts were saying, they said things that were repulsive to me. I wouldn’t exactly call her costumes sexless, her feast dress in s8 was very sensual, but rather, the conversation about sex and relationships that they gave Sansa, from child bride to girl trying to reclaim her home via marriage to being closed off from relationships…the story those costumes had to tell because of what D&D did….they became a visual for a gross sentiment so it’s hard to hold onto my fondness for them. Even her sensual dress isn’t pretty or open, she has leather straps across her chest, as if she is still repressing, still constraining herself, and all of this might have been forgivable if it wasn’t for the fact that when Sansa is free at last, in the finale, the costume sends her back into her cage. We could write an essay about queenhood being a cage, but that wasn’t the commentary they were delivering. Sansa deserved less misogynistic writing, and it is the writing that’s at fault, but because of that writing, the costumes feel sexist too. So I appreciate the artistry, I detest the message.

#ask dot #sansa stark #anti daenerys #anti d&d #anti got finale

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