#rob sansa arya bran rickon and jon

[lucigra]

It's time for a redraw! I still love the starlings and my joy is see them smiling.

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[odettewriting]

𝘽𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙚𝙡𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙉𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝘾𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙮𝙣 𝙎𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙠

Це моя перша робота, тому я трохи нервую, публікуючи це. Крім того, англійська не є моєю рідною мовою, тож я сподіваюся, що я не надто облажався. У будь-якому випадку, дякую, що прочитали цю роботу.

- Ви народилися в той час, коли ваш батько Нед Старк брав участь у війні повстання Роберта Баратеона.

- Catelyn was very worried about the well-being of her husband and was afraid to remain a widow, but then the gods gave her you and it became a blessing for her

- although she was still afraid of the death of her husband, but now she had you, her little happiness and consolation; now she was no longer worried about being alone in this world because she had you

- the raven informed Ned Stark about your birth

- being alone in his tent and reading a letter from his wife, Lord of Winterfell allowed a tear of joy to roll down his cheek "I became a father... I had a daughter"

- later, when the war ended and your father returned home, he brought another child in his arms, his bastard

- your mother was very angry and disappointed by your father's concession, but all she could do was accept the child as a member of the family

- your father fell in love with you the moment he saw you and refused to let you go for the next few days (this attachment of Ned to you in turn helped Catelyn warm to her husband again)

- less than a year passed when your younger brother Rob was born, and a few years later the whole castle was already filled with screams and fun of you and your younger siblings

- your parents give love to all their children, but you will always be special to them, not only because you are their firstborn, but also because your very existence gave them hope in difficult times and helped them become a family again

 - when you became older, you were assigned the best teachers of Winterfell, Sept

- if you showed an interest in politics, philosophy, sword fighting, and other subjects not usually taught to young ladies, Ned Stark would gladly let you study them, and sometimes let you attend at meetings and councils

- Catelyn initially did not support your passions (especially everything related to the sword and fighting), as she believes that a young lady has no reason to possess such knowledge, but seeing your satisfied smile, she still decides to let you enjoy your favorite thing (as well as until you are injured, even if it is minor)

- if you chose a more "quiet" hobby (for example, embroidery or playing musical instruments), Catelyn would be incredibly proud of you and support you in every, even small, progress

- your parents would raise all their children by teaching them love and respect for each other

- you, as an older sister, always tried to help your brothers and sisters in something (sometimes, in moments when your actions would diverge from your mother's convictions, she could shame you because of "what example you set for your brothers and sisters")

- depending on your hobbies, most likely one of your sisters would be more attracted to you than the other, but despite this, you all always remembered that family is the most important thing

- when comes your first blood, you will have an important conversation with your mother, you will be told what changes have occurred in your body and what consequences this entails

- before that, you were told more than once about the obligation to become a wife and give birth to children to your husband one day, but never went into details

- at the same time, this does not mean that you will be forced to marry too soon or against your will

- Ned Stark will never use his children exclusively for political interests, so he considers it his duty to first make sure for himself that your future husband is a good person who will always respect you and your interests.

- also your father can talk to you and get your opinion about who you would like to combine your life with

- навіть після одруження ви все ще бажаний гість вдома, і ваші батьки завжди будуть готові допомогти вам порадою чи дією

[eddieheart]

So I had an idea... and I did a thing... pretty much the idea was that instead of getting pet direwolves the Starks (including Jon) were werewolves. Anyway that spiralled into the kids looking like their direwolves and because I can’t draw I photoshopped it. The pics are really bad so sry lol

Some of their aesthetics (?) are based on the show, some on the book and some in other specific fan art. (I gave Sansa a blue bow cus she gave lady one)

The fanart in question ^

And yes I know, Jon looks deranged and Sansa looks like Cersi sorry bro, that’s just how the cookie crumbled

[axelsagewrites]

Robb Stark*Dream Part Two

Pairing: Robb x f!reader

Summary: After finding out the reader had a special dream about Robb, Robb decided to show the reader what he had dreamed about her.

Warnings: Smut, dom rob, f receiving oral, 18+

Word count: 3214

Masterlist Here

Part 1 Here

You knew as soon as you left the table Theon or Jon would tell Robb exactly what kind of dream you had had but you also could not take the smirks from Theon and Jon awkwardly looking away from you. Once you realised there was no escape from Robb finding out you decided distance was the thing you needed. You excused yourself and began to make yourself far too busy for any of the boys to start their ruthless teasing.

The worst of it was Robb didn’t even know it was about him. But you knew so now you had to act like no one knew encase he figured it out. So instead of risking it you did every task you could imagine over the next three days.

You showed Sansa some new embroidery stitches, helped Arya with her aim in archery, talked with Lady Catelyn about her upcoming nameday celebrations. At one point you even ended up in the kitchen peeling potatoes till Ned happened to see you and insisted it wasn’t necessary of his Lady ward.

After being ushered out of the kitchen you ended up walking to the courtyard, looking for Bran to entertain. This was around the time that Jon and Robb went horse riding so you assumed you would be safe. You soon realised you were wrong as Robb and Jon rode into the courtyard earlier than expected. As Robb began to dismount his horse you saw Bran and Rickon playing and quickly walked over. Robb obviously noticing your pace changed dismounted even faster to catch up, Jon on his heels.

“Lady- “Robb started but you crouched down to Bran and started talking over him.

“Wanna play hide and seek?” you tried to sound innocent, but you could feel Robb staring at the back of your head.

Bran and Rickon instantly perked up at the idea as the older Starks and you typically did not want to play their childish games. “Yeah!” Bran said as he ditched his toy soldiers on the ground.

Rickon was fast behind, “All of you?” the little shit inquired and unknowingly ruined your plans.

“Yeah, little man!” Robb said as he gave his youngest brother a fist bump to celebrate and gave you a knowing smirk. “Jon you in? “Jon must’ve read Robbs mind because he instantly agreed. “Should we do teams? If so, I call dibs on (Y/N),”

You stood up, feeling the colour drain from your face, but thank fully Rickon was not all bad as he quickly pointed out, “We can’t! There’s an odd number,”

“Rickson’s right. Every man for himself,” you agreed causing the youngest Stark to now fist bump you. “Who’s counting?”

“Jon,” Robb said before anyone could object.

Jon sighed but reluctantly went along with his brother’s plan. As Robb was whispering something to Jon you started to back away, giving yourself as much distance from Robb as you could for a head start. Bran quickly explained the rules of how they played hide and seek, you couldn’t hide in bedrooms or in the woods, as then told Jon to count to one hundred.

By the time Robb had turned around you were already at the opposite side of the courtyard and Jon then began to count. Jon had barely said the letter one when you sprinted for the stairs. You would never usually cheat when playing with children but this was a matter of life and eternal embarrassment so you ran as quickly as you could to your chambers, knowing how much of a stickler to the rules the starks were.

You were panting like a wet dog when you arrived at your chambers and flung the door closed behind you. As you took your cloak off to try and cool yourself down you heard footsteps in the corridor outside. You weren’t as clever as you thought.

As quickly and silently as you could you began to slide under your bed, hearing a knock when you were finally underneath. Would Robb really come into a lady’s chambers without permission?

Turns out he wasn’t as much of a stickler as you thought as you heard your door slowly open and saw his boots walk in. Robb gently closed the door behind him, not wanting people to think he had ill intentions or his mother to find out, and he began to walk into the room before suddenly stopping.

You cringed as you realised you weren’t wearing the cloak anymore that you must have dropped in your hurry. There was no point in trying to run now as Robbs boots walked over to the bed before he crouched down, his head peering under the bed and right at your face. A wolfish grin was placed on his face as he reached under and grabbed your arms to pull you out from under your own bed like a child. “Funny finding you here,”

You grumbled under your breath as you pulled yourself up to sit beside Robb on the floor next to your bed. “You cheated,”

“You cheated first.” He shot back but then the grin fell from his face, “You’re avoiding me,”

“Prove it,” you said, more stubborn than any other in the North but it was to no avail.

Robb rolled his eyes, “I just pulled you out from under your bed,” he said before asking, with hurt in his eyes, “Did I do something?”

Your heart clenched as his puppy eyes stared into yours, not realising before how he would feel by your sudden avoidance. You realised you had only made things worse in your attempts to avoid it, “No you didn’t,” you said before flinging your head back with a groan, “It was me okay? I was embarrassed so I wanted to hide until you forgot about it or something I don’t know, okay?”

Robb began to chuckle at your now flushed face, “Its okay,” he said as he took your hand, “It happens its alright. Theon was just wanting to wind you up about it but its whatever. Its not like we can control it,”

“Yeah, but it was just weird cause like,” you started to say but you realised there was no easy way to explain it, “I didn’t want you to know,”

Robb paused for a moment, and you could feel the clogs turning in his head, “Why just me though? Were you avoiding all of us or…?” he asked, trailing off as he looked at you.

You closed your eyes and sighed, “Just you,” you finally whispered, and you felt his hand slip away from yours.

Reluctantly you opened your eyes to see Robb had turned himself to face you straight on, a smirk playing on his gorgeous lips, “Who was your dream about?” he asked the dreaded question, and you felt your cheeks grow hot. His eyes widened as he saw your flush and how your eyes would look at anywhere but him. “Was it about me?” he asked with a new strange shine in his eyes. You glanced at him before nodding and closing your eyes, waiting to be laughed at. Robb chuckled but it wasn’t at you. It was deep and perfect, but it wasn’t mocking or amused. “And what was I doing in this dream?”

You opened your eyes as you felt him lean in closer, his face only a couple inches from yours, his breath fanning your face. “You don’t think im some creep?” you asked, ignoring his original question.

“I’d be a hypocrite if I did,” Robb started as his eyes roamed your face and down your body, his hand moving to rest on your thigh, “But you didn’t answer my question love,” he said as you felt a wetness beginning between your thighs that his hand was so close to yet so far away, “What was I doing to you in your dream?” he asked as his eyes landed back on yours.

His gaze was even stronger than that in your dream and you struggled to speak at first, “It was more me doing things to you,”

“What kind of things?” Robb leaned in closer, his lips grazing your cheeks, “I’d like to dream about them too,” he said as his hand moved further up your clothed thigh to land on your hip, “Maybe try some out as well if you’d like,” his hand gripped your hip tighter and you felt your stomach flutter.

“I was on my knees,” you started but Robb cut you off by gripping your hip and pulling you to straddle his thighs which caused your dress to ride up. You felt your breath hitch in your throat as his hands found the small of your back, “and you were on the bed,”

“What was I making you do dove?” he asked as he took your chin into his fingers, forcing you to look him in his eyes while you admitted your secret dreams to him.

You cleared your throat and tried to look away, but he held your head in place, “You were making me suck your cock,” you finally whispered, and you saw the wolfish glint return to his eyes.

“Is that so?” he said, and you could only nod. Robb grinned as he leant into whisper in your ear, his lips on the edge of it and his breath tingling your face, “Did you like it?”

“Yes, my king,” you said without even thinking about it and now you were face to face with Robb again, his nose brushing off of yours, “Sorry its just- “

“Is that what you call me? In your dreams?” he asked causing your face to flush and eyes to water before you nodded. Robb placed a kiss to your check, “I like that,” he said as he brought his hand to your face, his thumb rubbing against your check, “Don’t be so sad love. I’ve had my own dreams too,”

“You have?” you asked, and Robb nodded.

“So many nights I’ve had dreams of you,” he admitted as his lips fell to start littering kisses from your neck to your jaw as he spoke, “of how you would look underneath me. I would imagine how you would look as you came undone around me,” he said which caused you to shiver and you could feel his smirk as he kissed your jaw before pulling back to have his lips hover over yours, “I’ve dreamt of kissing these pretty lips of yours,” he said as his thumb moved to rub over your bottom lip like he had in your dreams before, “Would you like that?” he asked and you quickly nodded.

Robb wasted no time in closer the gap between you. His lips crashed onto yours and they felt better than you had ever imagined. They were soft but had become slightly rough from the cold northern air. They moved perfectly in sync with your own and the need for air did not seem to matter anymore. His hands crept down to land on your waist, pulling you closer, and on top of his clothed member which you could feel hard under his clothes. Your hands found his chest, feeling how toned he was through his tunic and wanted nothing more than to pull it off. Robb must’ve sensed this as he only broke the kiss to remove his tunic, leaving him in his undershirt, before he latched his lips to yours again.

This time he began to nip at your bottom lip for entry and you were no one to deny your king whose tongue slipped in as soon as you allowed. You moaned into the kiss when you felt his hips buck beneath you, his member rubbing against your clothed wet spot.

Eventually you had to break for air and the feeling of Robbs warm breath against your lips drove you crazy. “Would you like to know what I see in my dreams?” he asked, and you nodded, unable to speak from your desperation.

“I see you and me,” he started before pulling you to your feet from the floor, turning you around to pull the laces of your dress lose, “in my chambers with you in your pretty little shift,” he said as your dress fell to the floor. You shivered at the cold and the touch of his fingers on your back. Robb spun you to face him, your hands resting on his chest, “In bed,” he continued, this time pushing you to fall back on your bed, “kissing you,” he said as he began to crawl over you, leaving a trail of kisses from your thighs to your chest to your throat, “everywhere,” he finished as he kissed your lips again.

Your hands tangled into his hair as one of his moved to squeeze your breast causing you to gasp into the kiss allowing him entrance. You moaned as you felt his finger tracing around your nipple over your thin shift. “I always wondered what you’d sound like,” Robb broke the kiss to say as he continued his teasing, his fingers pinching it in just the right way to cause your whines. “Or how you would feel,” the loss of his hand left you are wishing from more, but your body shivered as you felt it brush up your thigh before settling where you wanted him most. He traced a finger up it is causing you to whine and him to chuckle, “Did you ever dream about this too?” he asked, and you nodded but this time he tutted, “Use your words,” he said as he began to place kisses along your jaw.

“Yes, my king,” you said, and he finally slid his fingers in, stretching you as he did. You moaned as you felt them move into you and more when he began to curl them inside of you.

Without thinking your eyes closed but this was not good enough for Robb, “Keeps your eyes on me or I’ll stop,” he warned and you quickly opened them to see him gazing at your face, “Good girl,” he said as he began to curl his fingers again, “I wanna see those pretty eyes of yours while I fuck you with my fingers,” he said, his thumb now moving to press onto your clit, a whiney moan leaving your lips. “You’re such a pretty little whore, aren’t you?” he said causing the knot in your stomach to grow.

“Thank you,” you whispered causing his smirk to grow, “Please don’t stop,” you begged.

“Do you want to know what else I want to know?” he asked, and you told him yes. “I always wanted to know how you tasted,” he said, and your breath caught in your throat at the idea, “Do you think you deserve that? To have your king in between your legs kissing you in unspeakable ways?”

“Please,” you begged, his fingers still curling inside of you, “I’ll be good please. I promise, I’ll be good for you,” you moaned, and Robb placed a firm kiss on your lips as he removed his fingers from you causing you to whine.

Robb trailed his kiss away from your mouth to kiss down your body finally arriving where he had told you about, “Your so impatient,” he chastised, his breath fanning over you causing you to shiver. Without warning Robb licked up your wet cunt and you let out a strangled moan as your body instinctively pulled away. Robb used his hands to press your hips down in the bed, “Let me take care of you,” he said as he licked again, another moan falling from your lips, “my queen,” he finished before his tongue began its assault on your core which he was now lapping up and moaning into. His vibrations sending shivers down your spine as the knot in your stomach grew huge at the knew sensation of his tongue. He moved his head to line his nose up to your clit, nudging against it with every lick causing you to almost explode at his touch. His tongue began to move in and out of you causing you to bring your one hand out of his hair and up to your mouth to try containing your moans. “You taste so fucking good,” he muttered against your core, “and you sound even better,” he said as he moved his fingers to your hole, diving in and out, curling with every thrust, so his tongue could move to focus on your sensitive nub.

Even your hand struggled to contain your moans when Robb began to suck on your clit. You felt an exploding pressure in your stomach which you struggled to contain but when Robb grazed his teeth against your clit you felt your whole-body tremor beneath him as you came undone from his mouth. You were almost gasping for breath, your eyes wet from the relief that flooded your body. You felt Robb pull away from your core as you stared at the ceiling panting like a dog.

His breathing was also heavy as he came up, his face now covered in your wetness causing you to blush, but he paid it no mind when he placed a strong kiss on your lips. “You are so perfect,” he murmured against your lips. “I don’t think I will ever get enough of you,”

“Good,” you said, your hand moving to hold his face in your hand, “Because I will never get enough of you,” you said as you felt an overwhelming tiredness wash over your body.

“You should rest love,”

“But you didn’t- “you tried to argue but Robb would not hear it.

Robb pressed a kiss to your forehead, “You can return the favour later sweetheart,”

You lay with Robb in a perfect silence, almost fully drifted off when you heard pounding on your door, “We know you’re in there!” Bran yelled through the door, and you felt all the colour drain from your face.

You looked at Robb who was also stark white, “You cheated!” Rickon yelled.

As they tried to open the door Robb sprang out of bed to hold it close. You could hear Jon in the background and quickly scrambled under your covers. “Tell them I fell and hurt myself,” You whisper shouted to Robb who quickly nodded and yelled for his brothers to wait, and he’d let them in. he quickly shoved his tunic over his head and opened the doors as innocently as he could.

Rickon and Bran stalked into the chambers with Jon reluctantly following behind, making sure he was not about to be scarred by the sight in front of him. Rickson’s face dropped in confusion, “Why are you in bed?”

“She fell- “

“-up the stairs- “

“- I had to help her here- “

“-we didn’t cheat,” you finished your story which thank every lucky star Rickon believed. Bran clearly had his doubts but was too young to understand what Jon knew had happened. However, at Robbs suggestion they get to play with his real sword Bran dropped the subject. Lady Catelyn may be upset when she finds out what Robb had let them do but you both knew it would be far worse if she found out what you had done moments before they had barged in.

Taglist: @clairacassidy @twilightrows

[professorsparklepants]

Contemplating modern au (modern Westeros, natch) Stark careers. Sansa is easy, I already have her as a ballerina (high skill, demanding, extremely feminine, respectable but still disparaged in general culture). Arya I think is either some form of detective or a lawyer, based on her focus on justice and righting wrongs for other people. Bran is obviously still a priest of the old gods but if I had to give him a day job I think I might go with architect? Idk, he climbed walls enough that it doesn't seem odd to give him a structural interest in them. When I talked it over with my sister she suggested the Starks own a huge nature reserve and floated environmental lawyer as a career for Rob and/or Ned but idk if that fits. Forest ranger definitely fits for Jon, though. "I will not be participating in the family business, thanks. Catch me in the wilderness doing the thankless job of making sure tourists don't get eaten by bears." No idea what to do for Rickon or for Catelyn. And Catelyn would be a working mom.

[melrosing]

How do you think Dany will get along with the starks (Bran, Sansa, Arya, Rickon, and Jon)

I think in theory she could get along really well with all of them - but it’s a story so I guess I can only imagine there’ll be some friction somewhere down the line, whether that’s upon initial meetings or further along.

w Jon specifically it’s murky because we don’t know what he’s going to be like once he comes back, so you can’t really gage Dany’s chemistry w a character you can’t anticipate. I imagine him coming back as like…. angrier and more hard-headed, but I don’t think the rest of his story would work if it robbed him of all heart. like Beric still has a tenderness about him as he’s died countless times. so in any case, would imagine the two don’t get along perfectly to start with: Dany finds Jon a strange sort of guy who doesn’t go out of his way to accommodate or appease her, and maybe Jon thinks Dany’s quest for the iron throne is a vanity project compared to what he has on his hands. I do think they’ll become a couple, so presumably they overcome initial impressions to achieve a dialogue and then become closer…. but the whole undead Jon thing really sticks in ur teeth lol like I have NO idea where this couple is headed together. where’s this going george

for the Stark sisters, I think both would naturally be attracted to Dany’s character but it’s only to be expected that they’ll have reservations of their own? Dany has a negative opinion of House Stark owing to Ned’s part in Robert’s Rebellion, whilst the Stark sisters may remember what the Targaryens in turn did to their family. then there’s also the fact that neither Stark sister has had the kindest encounters with queens so far, so I think it would be normal if they’re troubled by a new player arriving out of left field?? but as I say I think both Stark girls would admire Dany: Sansa would think Dany is like some kind of platonic ideal of a queen and I think develop an affection for her as she does Margaery (only more bc she could be surer of Dany’s authenticity) and likewise Arya would be in awe of Dany and all she’s accomplished and hero worship her as she does Nymeria. and Dany is a found family kind of girl who I think would be naturally delighted w two new lil sisters. but all of that’s complicated by the context - this is a story, things get lost in translation, there’s a war going on (actually there’s several), etc etc. so as i say there may still be a great deal of scepticism between the three of them.

Bran and Dany….. I mean Bran is a similar case to Jon. I don’t think he’s going to return as some kind of human computer as he does in the show - Bran’s sweet nature is such a key trait of his, it seems it defeats the point of the character to do away with who he is as a person to better accommodate his powers. and I always saw D&D’s doing this as simply a betrayal of the fact that they’ve never known what to do with Bran, much less once magic is involved. but he’ll still be operating on a separate plane to the other characters and I can only assume the way he engages with Dany will be based on what he sees of her future. and idk what that future is, so like…. idk lol. I do also tend to think that Bran will be one of the last characters to arrive at Winterfell (if indeed that is where he spends TLN). Bran supposedly knows all, and you don’t really introduce a character like that until the others have had time to puzzle it out by themselves. otherwise (per the show) you just have bran coldly watching from the sidelines. anyway, in neutral circumstances i think Bran would get along w Dany as he does everyone, and Dany would adore him in turn uwu

and finally Rickon. tbh I think he will just be pestering her for rides on Drogon and then if she ever obliges he’ll start pestering her for a second ride

[cellsshapedlikestars]

Seeing all your cool home updates && half-watching some HGTV w/my mom while drawing had a simple prompt idea if you might be interested! Basically HGTV reno show Jonsa - Sansa is a designer and finally gets a chance for her own show but loses Rob (her #1 contractor) to an injury before filming starts && Jon jumps in (either to help Rob /or/ the studio execs (maybe Targs?) throw him in) and the two have to work together somehow. Idk idk, just wanted to share! <3

ANON.

No, you have no idea, I already HAVE a house reno wip. It's not super long, but... yeah. I've got that.

Here, I'll post what I have written of it, since we CAN'T GET ONTO AO3.

this isn't exactly your prompt, though I do honestly love yours a lot and sort of want to change mine. If I changed mine, the show Sansa works on would definitely be like Rehab Addict, where she restores old homes to their prior state instead of making them "modern"

But mine is sort of similar? This snippet is just the set up and doesn't include the part where Sansa decides to start a youtube channel for her renovations, (a la WabiSabE, which I used to watch and was probably the inspiration for this fic when I first started writing it like a year ago lol), and everyone starts shipping her with her contractor Jon, who she keeps forcing to be in the videos because she can't really make them without him being in it...

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Sansa winces as her car hits another bump and jolts her in her seat.

“You owe me,” she huffs out, hands tight around the wheel.

“I know, I know,” Robb's voice comes through her sound system and fills the car. He's distracted, she can tell, and she bites back a snippy comment. Robb's just so busy, he couldn't possibly get away.

That's not fair, the small part of her brain that's still being rational thinks. Of course Robb couldn't drop everything and come out to the middle of nowhere to deal with their Great Uncle Brynden's estate. Robb's got a new baby and his job.

Robb's got a baby, Arya's got her tournaments, Bran has school, and Rickon's still underage. All of her siblings have lives they can't get away from. All except her.

No significant other, no kids. A tenuous career that she can technically do from anywhere.

“Oh no,” she breathes, when the house finally comes into sight through the trees.

“What's wrong?” Robb asks, his full attention back on her.

“Robb,” she whines, the car coming to a pathetic, rolling stop on the overgrown gravel drive. “It's a mess.”

“A mess?”

She doesn't answer, too busy staring at the mansion in front of her. Or, what used to be a mansion, she thinks.

It's still vaguely house-shaped, but... The roof is missing shingles in multiple places, the windows all seem busted out. The steps up to the covered front porch are fine, but the porch itself has a massive sinkhole, and half the wood looks rotted and ready to crumble.

Gods, if this is what the outside looks like...

“What kind of a mess?” Robb asks. She's just about to start listing the many problems when she hears another car approaching.

“I've gotta go,” she tells Robb. “I think the lawyer's here.” She hangs up before Robb can answer, and watches the other car slowly emerge through the trees up the bumpy road, past the broken gates, and onto the circular gravel drive. It stops behind her and a man gets out. She gets out, too, phone clutched in her hand, just in case.

“Miss Stark?” the man asks, and his face splits into a kind smile when she nods. “Perfect, perfect. I'm Samwell Tarly. It's nice to finally meet you.”

Sansa moves forward to shake the lawyer's hand. He isn't what she was expecting. He's young, for one – maybe only a few years older than her. And he seems just as nice in person as he'd been over the phone. She didn't think lawyers came in nice.

“We should have met at your office,” she says, eyeing up the weeds sprouting from between the gravel and brushing against her ankles. “I didn't realize the road here would be so...”

Mr. Tarly laughs. “This place has been abandoned for quite some time,” he agrees. “I never met Brynden myself, but I’d heard about him. Apparently he decided to up and travel the world and left this…”

Sansa looks back at the crumbling mansion and feels her face scrunch up. She tries to smooth it out. “So, how fast do you think I can sell this?” she asks.

That’s when Mr. Tarly’s smile falters. “Well,” he starts, hesitant, “you see, it’s in such a poor state, I can’t imagine anyone would be willing to buy it.”

“But the land must be worth something? They can just knock it down and-”

“Ah,” Mr. Tarly winces, and Sansa’s sentence breaks off, unfinished. “I suppose you didn’t read all the fine print?” At the slow shake of her head, he grimaces. “Riverrun Manor is a historic property. You, legally, are not allowed to tear the structure down. Anything you do needs to go through lots of committee approvals…”

“So what you’re saying,” Sansa says, closing her eyes as reality crashes down around her, “is that literally no one is going to want to buy this.”

“Maybe if you find someone who’s both very rich, and very interested in Riverlands history?”

She opens her eyes and there must be a glare on her face, because Mr. Tarly winces again.

Then she turns back to the manor, and really looks at it this time. Beneath the grime and the moss and the crumbling wood, she can see what it used to be.

“What if I fixed it up a bit?” she asks, turning back to the lawyer. “What if I just did the major repairs, do you think someone would buy it then?”

She doesn’t want to do that, but it beats letting the property sit around even longer and paying the taxes on it. Or, worse, not paying the taxes and having that on her and her sibling’s financial records.

“I’m not a real estate agent,” Mr. Tarly responds, looking at the building thoughtfully. “But this is a good location, lots of historic stuff around. I wouldn’t doubt you could sell it if the building weren’t… well, that.” He waves his hand towards the manor.

“Alright,” she nods. “Maybe we should head to your office to do the paperwork, though? Then I’ll… I guess I’ll look for a contractor?”

Sam nods, and a bright smile lights his face again. “Oh, I know someone you can call!”

[winterreigned]

𝐈𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐌𝐒 𝐒𝐎 𝐎𝐁𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐄𝐑, what they must do , what honor demands of them to do. winterfell was robbed of them ; taken in an act of betrayal of the highest order. between greyjoys and boltons , the stark ancestral home longed for its rightful inhabitants , and oh how they longed for her. sansa is used to disagreement with jon , their eyes never quite saw straight , not the way they had with robb. yet arguing with him now , after all that has come to pass , makes this familiar dynamic uncomfortable  ──── like a fabric that itches the skin , eager to rip off.

perhaps , above all , it is fear for her life. where is she to go? the boltons want her dead , the lannisters as well. it seems an enemy lurked in every corner and nowhere was safe for her. the security of her brother was enough  ──── for now. but what of when she has to leave the night's watch? he has said it himself , this is his duty now. is she destined for a life of a nomad? bouncing from place to place, not getting too familiar , shedding the skin of sansa stark and truly becoming that of alayne stone.

❝ you've fulfilled your oath , no? died for it, lord commander. ❞ great emphasis on the title. she's proud of jon , truly , for making something of himself in a world that had little room for bastards. yet , in this moment , she cannot reasonably see how he wishes to remain. to be apart of a group that would rather him die than live under his command.

❝ you talk of this great war , of the dead marching ... ❞ the words feel foreign on her tongue , almost as if she still doesn't believe it ( though she does , her brother's warnings are taken to heart ). ❝ the best way to fight an enemy beyond the wall is a united north , control of winterfell , alliance with great houses we trust. ❞ facing her brother , sansa sighs. her eyes , much like her mother's , seek out the pair that look so much like her father's. ❝ i know cersei , she would not allow the king to aid the night's watch. do you truthfully see ramsay bolton sacrificing his men for your cause? ❞ arms reach out to hold his hand, squeeze it gently. ❝ we take back winterfell , we win the great war. ❞

his next questions disarms her , surprise taking her off guard. yet , her grasp still remains on his hands. ❝ i do , now more than ever. ❞ it is not the foolish naiveties of a young girl , but if she and jon had made it this far , why not the others? ❝ we both know better than to assume arya dead. bran and rickon , from the moment theon confessed he never burned them , something in me remained hopeful... ❞ there's want in her voice , desperation to be reunited with the remaining wolf pups of winterfell. a refusal to admit the probable demise of them all.

in all his years at castle black, there was little more he dreamed of than 𝒽𝑜𝓂𝑒; there were days that the grief swallowed jon whole and there were days he dare not think of his father or catelyn or his siblings in fear that his heart might give way and he may fall to his knees and never rise again.

did she think him so heartless and cruel? did she truly believe that this was what he wanted, here, at the edge of her world, facing horrors that she could not yet understand? did she not know that he too dreamt of his father, of the the hot pools in the weirwoods and old nan's stories and that he too would give anything for the seasons to roll back and for the summer of their youth to cast ignorance over them once more? SWEET SUMMER CHILD, old nan would call them. how he wished they were.

but when she said that word ── 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 ── it felt for a moment like nothing else had ever mattered; not before, not after. when they were young she would only ever call him half and often treated him like less. his stormy gaze, before that of the lord commander of the night's watch, softened until it become that of jon snow, the bastard of winterfell, a boy aged just four and ten dreaming of a life in black where his title mattered not. he let his stare linger a little longer, tracing her features.

the last time he had seen her, she had looked so young and innocent, concerned only with her future betrothal and the beautiful dresses she wore. now, sansa was a woman grown. if it wasn't for her tully red hair, jon may not have recognised her at all. she had called herself a shell of what she once was and all jon could think was how much he wished he could have protected her ─ how much he wished he could have protected them all.

but there were things more important than that now. they were more important than himself, than her, than winterfell and the starks. it was not easy to remember that, but he had sworn a vow that he did not intend to break.

" 𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞. " jon sighed, his gaze searching for that of his sister's, and failing to find it. " and if you truly believe that i do not long to see my home ── our home, OUR FATHER'S HOME, back where in the hands to which it rightly belongs, then you are mistaken." he watched her walk past, gave her a moment, and then followed, standing beside her, eyes gazing out to castle black, but seeing only winterfell in it's place.

" i am lord commander now, sansa, and even if i were not, i am a brother of the night's watch from this night until my very last. i am sworn to the black. the wars that may or may not wage to the south are not of my concern. " robb's face appeared as it were when they were young, but he is lifeless now, with him the others. jon's voice cracked slightly.

" and the war that WILL wage here is almost certain death. there is no place far enough from the wall to make it not so. " he stared out a little longer, then turned to face his sister. " even so, do you truly believe any of them still alive, sansa? arya, bran, rickon? " perhaps if she believed they were out there, he could too. perhaps if they both believed hard enough, they could will their father and robb back, and catelyn too.

[liliemm]

The Stark kids. Yes I said the Stark kids.

//Go to my insta to see the angsty version of this :’)

[annajour]

I miss Daenerys :(

[thedtels]

It started with House Stark, it will end with House Stark.

Thank you Game Of Thrones...you’ve been one hell of a ride!

*credit Raymond Waskita for the stunning art by of The Starks

Amendment #2

Ugh! This fucking show!!!!

[clawheld]

So here's how such a thing might go down

Catelyn + Tullys: Seal-people with plump, pleasant features. Grey fur, inexplicably have hair because furry logic, & the hair is auburn

Ned + siblings + Jon: Dog-people with stern, wolfish features. Furries that could be called "wolves" if you have only seen menacing dogs up close and not wolves. grey fur, black tails, and thick black hair.

Arya: See Ned+co. above, but with a very round face

Rob + Sansa + Bran + Rickon: Puppys with grey fur, fluffy red ears and tails, & Tully hair. Rob looks more like Ned as he loses baby fat

Baratheons incl. Robert's illegitimate babys: Huuuuge stag dudes. its right there on the tin.

Tyrion and his evil father: Lions with sandy fur and shaggy faces.

Other main Lannisters: Domestic cats with very pretty gold fur

Those Bear Guys: Big bears. Now come on now

Samwell: Piggy guy, soft brown fuzzy look about him. His dad is an Extremely scary boar covered in bristly fur

The Hound: You know when you see a dog that like, has some kind of genetic predisposition to snarl and bark and piss itself when it's upset, and also a genetic predisposition to get upset, and also has been in and out of the dog adoption system, also he gives you that hunting dog stare

ive been thinking of drawing asoiaf characters as furries because everyone who matters has a fursona

[cenestpasaudrey]

Beaut.

[quantifiableme]

Cool Ressurection Idea~

What if after the Battle of Winterfell, the Night King was able to bring the spirits of the dead back to life- for a moment until dawn.

Like Ned Stark’s ghost comes back, explains some shit, comforts his children who need hugs.

Cat forgives Jon now that *dragon’s out of the bag*

Rob and Rickon sibling reunion!!!

Maybe old Bran comes back too~

Lyanna meets her son for the first time~ Maybe even talks to Dany for a bit about her brother~

Also, I am a total slur for Ned Stark and Gendry interactions of any kind, and I would loooovvvveee to see them speak again really respectfully and blah, and Arya just standing nervous in the corner because her Dad is meeting her boyfriend

I put this out there because if (when) I write it, it’s probably going to be Gendrya specific just because that is what interests me most about it, but I know there would be other aspects to this AU that other people could do a better job writing, and I would love to read it!!

[000allthingswonderful000]

The classic style protagonist(s) won Game of Thrones.  In their effort to subvert expectation here is how D&D did not at all:

The Stark’s (including Jon as Lyanna’s Child and Ned’s nephew turned adopted son) are our protagonists.

The Starks are the family we are first introduced to.  Ned was perhaps the most obvious protagonist but it was the whole family who we were really meant to root for.  We met Daenerys after them and the majority of other characters, and we are always led to believe that the Starks are good people, the only possible exception being Sansa where she is originally enamoured with Joffrey but hey she’s a girl who leans into traditional femininity (unlike her sister who leans towards traditionally masculine things) so I guess she was an easy target for being the weak link in the initial Stark chain (grr).  Anyway, seeing as the Stark family as a whole is the protagonist it is hardly subversive or surprising that:

Bran Stark is now king of the 6 kingdoms despite having absolutely no claim to the throne.

Sansa is now queen of the 7th kingdom (the north), a queen like she always wanted to be, despite the fact a “Northman” would have been ruling them anyway in the form of Bran who is a Stark and a Brandon which historically seems perfect for the people of the north

Jon, although it may not seem like it, also won.  He is not the bastard he thought he was, he is a legitimate Targarian, he saved Westeros from what would have been a bad leader and did not have to take the throne (remember he did not want the throne).

Arya won by defeating the Night King which saved the world, she did not exact her revenge on Cersei which ultimately saves her (from becoming like Sandor), she gets to sail away west of Westeros like she’s wanted since talking with the actress and doesn’t have to marry or have a family or be a lady (even if that would have been a more interesting character arc, this is Arya winning because she got what she wanted).

Although Ned, Rob, Catelyn, and Rickon (note we spent almost no time with Rickon) died the family overall won.  Like every protagonist the Stark family suffered but ultimately came out on top.  What makes it slightly bittersweet is that they all ended up alone despite embodying the protagonist as one, and the saying that the lone wolf dies, and the pack survives.  But I do not think this was an intentional nuance of the writing, rather it seems like an error of judgement on the part of the writers who do not see that the Stark family should be drawn together at the end as they started together in the beginning instead of leaving each other behind.  Perhaps some would have called this cliche but it is far worse to ignore this important element of character development in favour of merely having all the Starks get what they want, which is not the point of their stories at all.

Sansa should have ruled the north with Bran there with her.

Arya should have accepted Gendry’s offer (I know this wouldn’t make her exactly with her Stark family but there was already talk of Gendry being her family so she wouldn’t be alone, and it would be a lot easier for her to visit her family)

Jon is not so easy to say, should he have got the throne? Probably not.  Perhaps heading back to the wall was best for him... But I have absolutely no idea what the night’s watch is even for now.

I have so many other comments about the episode and this rant isn’t exactly well formed I fully admit.  But these are some things that I’m thinking about in connection to the last episode.

[professorsparklepants]

One thing I find really funny about the Stark siblings is that you can very easily make them into a traditional fantasy ttrpg party.

Rob as a fighter

Jon as a ranger

Sansa as a bard

Arya as a rogue

Bran as a cleric and/or druid

Rickon as a barbarian