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Jonsa Family Portrait in the godswood of Winterfell by @crimsoncold
"In Sansa's dreams, her children looked just like the brothers she had lost. Sometimes there was even a girl who looked like Arya."
#my art#Crimson Cold#Jonsa#Jonsa Family#asoiaf/got art#asoiaf/got#sansa stark#jon snow#ghost#game of thrones#a song of ice and fire#game of thrones art#asoiaf art#jonsa fanart#jonsa babies
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So using the ai selfie filter in photoleap, I put in Jonsa son and Jonsa daughter and got these beauties.
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JON SNOW AND SANSA STARK
6.10 | “The Winds of Winter”
#jonsa#jonsaedit#gotsansastark#gotjonsnow#gotedit#asoiafsnet#gameofthronesdaily#gotgifs#sansa stark#jon snow#game of thrones#got s6#got gifs#otp : i'll protect you#precious babies
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Watched Onibaba over the weekend and I hope they have Kit say the line, "Sin? People have been doing this for thousands of years. But I'm willing to go to hell for you."
#(tbh the only time I liked the guy lol)#I'll definitely be interested in how they tweak this adaptation from the original#Jon x Sansa#jonsa#The Dreadful#queue me baby
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Show!Jon Snow with (Jonsa) baby - requested by anon
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APWH preview snippet!
Since I'm actively trying to work on getting the next few chapters out, I thought I'd share a little future scene with some hints of Jonsa with all you lovely people! This bit is from like, a few chapters in the future bc it's the in-between that's giving me fits right now :)
(Fair warning: this is unedited and subject to change! That being said, it's such a fun scene that I can't imagine ever nixing it :D)
“Does he even know that they have to avoid the press?”
“For the last time-“ Sam sighed, sounding completely exasperated, “Dickon knows what they can and can’t do- he’s got enough practice not being photographed from when our dad was the secretary. Not to mention spending time around you when that exposé on your crazy grandfather came out two years ago.”
“I just-“ Jon sighed, blowing a stray curl out of his face. “You didn’t see how freaked out she was when the press caught us at that performance in White Harbor. I thought she was going to have a full-blown panic attack.”
He was immediately derailed by Gilly plopping little Sam down in his lap and shoving a bottle into his hands.
“What’s this all about?” he raised a brow, adjusting the baby on his lap, allowing him to latch onto the cuff of his flannel shirt and start gnawing at the fabric. “You going somewhere?”
Gilly shot him a withering look, but he saw the amusement in her eyes.
“I-“ she gestured, imperiously, “Have not had time by myself to shower all week-“
“Sorry, love.” Sam winced, looking up from his pile of paperwork. “I can take a break from these-“
“Not your fault, Sam.” she waved him off. “You warned me about this conference at the beginning of the summer.” a grin played at the corners of her mouth. “Besides, it works out well- Jon needs a distraction right now from the fact that Sansa’s on a date with your extremely hot and conventionally attractive brother.”
“Hey!” Sam looked wounded, and Gilly rolled her eyes, pressing a kiss to his forehead.
“You know you’re my favorite Tarly.” she wrinkled her nose. “How long have you been working on this presentation? You smell like the baby spit up on you.”
“Guess I’m next in line for showers.” Sam said, mournfully. “Unless-“
“Nope- I need my own time right now, Samwell. Did you even hear what I said about why Jon’s bent out of shape?”
Jon had known Gilly since Sam and she had met up north while the two of them were in college. Sometimes, it was hard to reconcile the timid, scared girl she had been with the woman who was currently devoting all of her remaining energy to busting his balls.
“Don’t tell me you’re worried about Sansa with my brother.” Sam snorted, shotgunning another cup of coffee next to him the way Jon was used to seeing undergrads do with jaeger shots. “I mean, this is Dickon we’re talking about. Used to bring wounded animals home to take care of them Dickon? The same guy who cried when we had movie night and Gilly and Rhae wanted to go see ‘Love, Simon’?” He shook his head. “Look, as far as guys she could be out on a date with right now go, Dickon’s kind of the best case scenario. She’ll have a nice time, and he’ll be a perfect gentleman.”
Jon blinked at him, silently turning to look up at Gilly, who rolled her eyes and sighed.
“You’re hopeless, sweetie.” she kissed him on the forehead again, wrinkling her nose. “He’s not worried that things will go wrong- he’s worried they’ll go a little too well.”
“You’ve been spending way too much time around my sister.” Jon muttered, narrowly avoiding little Sam’s grasping reach for his glasses, managing to get the baby to latch onto the bottle before he destroyed any more of Jon’s eyewear. “You even sounded like her just then.”
Sam blinked for a second, his head whipping between Jon and Gilly.“You’re jealous?” He asked, incredulously. “Of Dickon? Wait- you like Sansa?”
“Got there in the end.” Gilly sighed, affectionately patting him on the shoulder before going to shower, leaving Jon and Sam behind with four cups of coffee, one baby, and approximately five brain cells total between the two of them.
“You like her.” Sam repeated, like it was a giant revelation.
“What are we- in middle school?” Jon hissed, immediately turning his head down to smile and make faces at little Sam while he fed him, before glaring up at big Sam again. “I don’t- I mean-“
Sam was just shaking his head.“Of course you do.” he laughed. “Should have guessed- red hair and a damsel in distress? You were doomed from the outset.”
“Shut up.” Jon muttered, flushing. “It’s not like that.”
“Then why are you worrying about Dickon for fu-“ Sam glanced nervously at the baby, “-god’s sake? When Gill was meeting my family for the first time, I remember you told her not to worry- that my brother was ‘one of the best guys you know’ and ‘practically a golden retriever’.”
Jon could tell that Sam, who could not raise one eyebrow without the other, was desperately trying to do just that.
“I don’t know.” He muttered, moving little Sam to his shoulder to start burping him. “Look- I’m attracted to her, alright? It’s a fu- er, a giant disaster that I’m gonna ignore for the rest of my life.”
“Seriously?”
“Stop trying to do that with your eyebrows.” Jon complained. “It’s giving me motion sickness. And yes, seriously. I’m not even going to consider that- it’s just a stupid crush. Besides,” he sighed, rubbing little Sam’s back comfortingly, “Robb’s already dealing with enough right now with this whole Sansa situation- can’t imagine telling him I think his sister’s attractive while he’s being forced to suddenly confront all of his guilt and self loathing every time he looks at her.”
“That whole bro code thing of never dating your friend’s sisters never really made sense to me.” Sam shook his head, gulping down more coffee. “I mean, I’d be thrilled if you decided to date Talla, because I know you’d be good to her.”
“Yeah, don't think she'd quite go for that, mate.” Jon snorted, standing to bounce little Sam around gently. He was just grateful Sam hadn’t said anything else about Robb.
“Eh, wouldn’t count you out completely.” Sam shrugged, smirking. “With that hair, you’re pretty enough to be a girl- maybe that’d be enough for her.”
“You are so lucky i’m holding the baby.” Jon muttered, still bouncing little Sam, who picked that moment to spit up spectacularly down Jon’s back.
“Well, that’s three of us who’re gonna need showers now.” Sam grinned, looking thrilled as all get out that it hadn’t been him. “Wow- his aim is getting better.”
“I’m going to remind him of this when he’s a sulky teenager.” Jon grumbled, wiping spit-up off his shoulder as best he could. “Look- no gossiping with Rhae about this, please. She thinks she’s such a good clandestine agent that she doesn’t always realize that Robb is better at sniffing out her plots than she thinks.”
“Alright-“ Sam sighed, looking back down at the massive stack of paperwork in front of him. “I make no promises for Gill, though.”
“Gilly could give some of my Uncle’s colleagues at the WIA a run for their money when it comes to withstanding interrogation.” Jon snorted.
“Probably true.”
“Where did your brother take Sansa?” Still holding onto a now much happier baby with one hand, he reached down the other to take a gulp of his own coffee.
“He said something about going out towards the Tyrell Estate.” Sam shrugged. “They probably drove out there to see the gardens- he’s said it’s a good road to take his bike out on.”
Jon promptly spat out his entire sip of coffee, staining the front of his shirt as well as the back, and frightening little Sam enough that he started to cry.
“He took her on his motorcycle?”
Gilly picked that moment to reappear, completely clean and with wet hair, blinking at the scene in front of her.
Sam, who couldn’t seem to stop laughing, was desperately trying to calm down the baby, who had started wailing, while Jon’s entire front was covered in coffee and his entire back was covered in baby vomit. Not that he seemed to notice, as his face was white and he was making a series of angry looking hand gestures at her husband.
“I really can’t leave you three alone for five minutes, can I?” she sighed. “Do I even want to know?”
#my writing#my wips#writing wips#just APWH things#jonsa#fanfiction wip#God bless Gilly like for real#YES Sansa is on a date with someone else here#muscleman golden retriever McAttractiveness#Aka dickon tarly#unsurprisingly jon is not having a great time about it!#in fairness to sansa the plotline directly preceding this and kicking off her doing some traveling was pretty rough on her#so our poor girl really deserves a giant muscley golden retriever with a motorcycle#and to just have a good time with someone who isn't wrapped up in all the stark drama/disaster/mess etc.#jon can deal with it rn bc it's really a 'you snooze you lose' kind of situation#sam's usually quicker on the draw but he's very sleep deprived here#and working on some stuff for a pathology conference#not at all going to be relevant nope no sir#writing sam and jon interacting vs jon and robb is so fascinating#they're both jon's besties but there's a very different dynamic to the two relationships#in fairness Robb has like SO much complex childhood trauma and is kind of seriously going through it right now#but his scenes with jon always have this sort of darker edge to them#like an 'i've known you my entire life and know everything about you for better or worse' type deal- deeper but darker#it's more akin to a sibling relationship? but also not? they are both going thru it#my headcanon is that anytime jon starts getting too gloomy and angsty gilly just straight up shoves the baby at him#and then waits like twenty minutes#Gilly: 'it's free babysitting!'#generally it works pretty well#jon's like '404 error does not compute' as soon as sam says the word 'motorcycle'#also when sam says 'the secretary' he means randyll tarly was the secretary of defense
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Sansa making Alayne an "older woman" at fourteen 🤝Jon feeling "fifteen again" at sixteen
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The guy she met The guy she made
#no cause the aegonys think they were baited with boatbaby#what about me#jonsa#and their baby#like what about the missed foreshadowing of Jon holding a son covered in a cloak#while smiling#and of course the baby is given by his lady love
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Do you think if Sansa and Jon have a son they name him Robb?
They might, they might not?
Narratively, there is a lot more dark tension in Sansa naming her son Robb than it is for Jon. Jon was Robb's rival and best friend, but Robb mostly shows no positive regard for Sansa. Robb made Jon his heir and legitimized him in his will, when push came to shove - specifically because he abandoned Sansa to her fate and then was gobsmacked by the obvious consequences of her forced marriage for a claim on Winterfell. Sansa prayed for his victories while they beat her, and he wrote her off.
Frankly, I don't think he deserves to be the namesake of her firstborn boy. Maybe a second or third, when time has past and her relationship with her older brother has reached a place where she can mostly feel compassion for him, for a boy made king and having too much power and too much anger and too little vision for anything but battle.
We can't know where GRRM will take it, but whichever way he goes, I think GRRM will take this existing tension into account.
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These edits are incredible!!!!!
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like ok maybe jonsa isn’t real but in that case what the FUCK is the jon-made-lord-commander-gives-up-winterfell directly into sansa-kissed-by-snow-builds-snow-winterfell chapter transition. CRAZY MAKING
#.txt#asoiaf reread#like he literally went i could have a son called robb and sansa is like i could have babies and call them robb and brandon and rickon#i’m throwing up rn. someone explain what grrm was thinking with this#slowly coming clean as a jonsa :( sorry
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I'm loving seeing my previously inactive Jonsa mutuals come back on here when the news of the movie dropped.
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Not me thinking of the Jonsa potential all over again every time the Snow show is mentioned
#i miss my babies#jonsa#jon x sansa#otp#i actually dont think sansa will even be in it tbh#but more it just makes me think what could have been
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SWEET DREAMS
Jon and Sansa and their sweet dreams of coming back home:
In legend, Brandon the Builder had used giants to help raise Winterfell, but Jon did not want to confuse the issue. "Men can build a lot higher than this. In Oldtown there's a tower taller than the Wall." He could tell she did not believe him. If I could show her Winterfell . . . give her a flower from the glass gardens, feast her in the Great Hall, and show her the stone kings on their thrones. We could bathe in the hot pools, and love beneath the heart tree while the old gods watched over us.
The dream was sweet . . . but Winterfell would never be his to show. It belonged to his brother, the King in the North. He was a Snow, not a Stark. Bastard, oathbreaker, and turncloak . . .
"Might be after we could come back here, and live in that tower," she said. "Would you want that, Jon Snow? After?"
After. The word was a spear thrust. After the war. After the conquest. After the wildlings break the Wall . . .
His lord father had once talked about raising new lords and settling them in the abandoned holdfasts as a shield against wildlings. The plan would have required the Watch to yield back a large part of the Gift, but his uncle Benjen believed the Lord Commander could be won around, so long as the new lordlings paid taxes to Castle Black rather than Winterfell. "It is a dream for spring, though," Lord Eddard had said. "Even the promise of land will not lure men north with a winter coming on."
—A Storm of Swords - Jon V
That was such a sweet dream, Sansa thought drowsily. She had been back in Winterfell, running through the godswood with her Lady. Her father had been there, and her brothers, all of them warm and safe. If only dreaming could make it so . . .
She threw back the coverlets. I must be brave. Her torments would soon be ended, one way or the other. If Lady was here, I would not be afraid. Lady was dead, though; Robb, Bran, Rickon, Arya, her father, her mother, even Septa Mordane. All of them are dead but me. She was alone in the world now.
—A Storm of Swords - Sansa IV
#sansa stark#jon snow#sansa x jon#jon x sansa#jonsa#my sweet romantic babies#let them be sweet romantics together#pararells#PRR2022#asos is really the jonsa book#don't let anyone told you otherwise
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So it’s coming up on almost two years since I posted the last chapter of ‘From Instep to Heel’ (which, first of all, holy shit has it really been that long???) and not gonna lie, I’m a little disappointed not a single reader has pointed out in any comment or ask or pm or whatever, that I started the very last scene of the story with a variation of the same exact sentence I used to start the very first scene of the story.
I’m all pouty about it still, lol. Y’all are always so good about catching my narrative tells and pointing out how I write things full circle, I’m just surprised no one’s ever commented on it.
#from instep to heel#jonsa fic#jonsa#jon snow#sansa stark#my writing#got fanfic#this is just me being a baby but yeah
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Spending some time outlining the next five chapters of castling the king scene by scene since I was reaching the point where my outline was just general ideas not broken up into chapters and oh boy...I feel insane writing this fic haha. In the best way possible of course. Still not sure what the final chapter count will be but it’s exciting to actually move into (at least planning) the endgame of this fic. It’s definitely the most complex juggling of story I’ve ever done but it’s also incredibly rewarding.
#jonsa#robbaery#fic#mine#all i will say...i love the starks those are my babies fr#and this fic is very much a love letter to them#RIP ned#you were a real one sorry you still died in this story#also need to prepare to be able to balance my writing with the release of tears of the kingdom next week cause i Know that game is going#to monopolize all my focus and energy lmao
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