arya week 2025

this blog hosts the 2025 arya week event, taking place on tumblr and other platforms from september 24-30 🐺 🩶 pfp by tonyloom

[aryaweek2025]

we invite you to celebrate #aryaweek2025 with us from september 24-30!

we encourage you to interpret the prompts as broadly and creatively as you like - in art, fanfiction, metas, edits, or any other medium of your choosing! 🐺 🩶

make sure to tag your contributions with #aryaweek2025. any questions will be answered shortly by our admins, asks are open!

this event is also taking place on twitter.

[amorvincitomniamore]

Arya Stark week | Day 7 | Future speculations

Arya and Edric’s first meeting wasn’t their last by a long shot. A few years later, while travelling back from Braavos, Arya came across a familiar face walking alone, just like herself. When she spoke up and he looked back at her, it ignited a little fire in her; seeing a familiar face, the possibility of no longer travelling alone. She had been alone for weeks now, and she missed seeing faces and being able to talk to someone. Edric gave her hope.

They stayed together through the whole war against the Others. It wasn’t easy, it wasn’t beautiful, it was gruesome and bloody, and they lost so many people... Arya herself got many scars across her body that will stay with her until she dies, and Edric wasn’t any better. Though she could hide her scars beneath her clothing, Edric wasn’t so lucky. The one across his neck, the one he took for her when she was trying to save her sister, the one that nearly cost him his head, will be there forever. And Arya will always look at it to remind herself how happy she is that it’s all over. How happy she is that they are alive. How happy she is to have him by her side.

Her adult life wasn’t what Arya expected to happen, but it happened, and she will never regret it. Somehow, after all the sorrow and tragedy of her life, she found happiness. Not in a place, but in a person. And that person was Edric Dayne. A boy she once thought she would forget after being kidnapped by the Hound, but they found each other again, and after that, they never let go. Not really. They stayed, they grew closer, they fought together, and they healed each other’s wounds. Since he had visited Winterfell during the war, she visited Starfall afterwards and she loved it.

She once thought marriage wasn’t for her, that she was too ugly, too manly, too... much. But Edric showed her that she wasn’t. That she was perfect the way she was, that she was beautiful even if she couldn’t see it. That he loved her scars because they reminded him of the fire in her, of how fiercely she fought for people. Being this or that didn’t change the fact that, for him, she was perfect just as she is.

Somehow, he made his way into her heart and stayed there. And she let him. Her heart was his, and his was hers. And that’s it, as easy as it can be.

[underfoote]

“Does this have a name? Oh, tell me." “Can't you guess?" Jon teased. "Your very favorite thing." Arya seemed puzzled at first. Then it came to her. She was that quick. They said it together: "Needle!”

Arya Week 2025 | Day 1 | Coming of Age | by @tonyloom ✎

[tonyloom]

"She stared at them with yearning. Part of her wanted to be a swan." — Arya V, ACOK

Thank you so much again for the wonderful gif @arte072

[evphor1as]

for #aryaweek2025 day 4: mythological allusions

arya as atropos, one of the three fates, the one who cuts the thread of life

+ lady stoneheart providing the thread :)

[no-idea-for-a-cool-name]

Older Arya I drew ages ago and then deleted for some reason. No idea how this Arya week thing works but I figured it was a good moment to repost it.

[biereport]

When arya in a modern war(and when she grows a little older)

ARYA WEEK 2025 | DAY7-Alternate Universe: Feminism and the Role of Women

*inaccurate reference to clothings and firearm

[mercyalayne]

@aryaweek2025 day 7 | future speculation

arya stark as lady of harrenhal

commission done by @catlvur

[bookhousestark]

ARYA STARK APPRECIATION WEEK 2025 ↳ Day 6: Nature and the Animal Kingdom

 "When we were crossing the Neck, I counted thirty-six flowers I never saw before, and Mycah showed me a lizard-lion."

Dense thickets of half-drowned trees pressed close around them, branches dripping with curtains of pale fungus. Huge flowers bloomed in the mud and floated on pools of stagnant water, but if you were stupid enough to leave the causeway to pluck them, there were quicksands waiting to suck you down, and snakes watching from the trees, and lizard-lions floating half-submerged in the water, like black logs with eyes and teeth. None of which stopped Arya, of course. One day she came back grinning her horsey grin, her hair all tangled and her clothes covered in mud, clutching a raggedy bunch of purple and green flowers for Father.

Sansa I, A Game of Thrones

She had Ned's long face, and brown hair that always looked as though a bird had been nesting in it.

Catelyn VII, A Clash of Kings

He thought of Arya, her hair as tangled as a bird's nest. 

Jon XIII, A Dance with Dragons

And how she smiled and how she laughed, the maiden of the tree. She spun away and said to him, no featherbed for me. I'll wear a gown of golden leaves, and bind my hair with grass, But you can be my forest love, and me your forest lass.

"I look like an oak tree, with all these stupid acorns." "Nice, though. A nice oak tree." He stepped closer, and sniffed at her. "You even smell nice for a change."

Arya IV, A Storm of Swords

The green water was warm as tears, but there was no salt in it. It tasted of summer and mud and growing things.

Arya rolled headfirst into the tunnel and dropped five feet. She got dirt in her mouth but she didn't care, the taste was fine, the taste was mud and water and worms and life.

Arya IV, A Clash of Kings

The mud was nice between her toes, and she liked to feel the earth underfoot when she walked.

Arya V, A Clash of Kings

Arya looked up at the fleshless dead in their wet rotting clothes and said her own prayer. Ser Gregor, it went, Dunsen, Polliver, Raff the Sweetling. The Tickler and the Hound. Ser Ilyn, Ser Meryn, King Joffrey, Queen Cersei. She ended it with valar morghulis, touched Jaqen's coin where it nestled under her belt, and then reached up and plucked an apple from among the dead men as she rode beneath them. It was mushy and overripe, but she ate it worms and all.

Arya I, A Storm of Swords

[salialenart]

@aryaweek2025 day 6 | warging and skin hanging

a wolf with a fish in its mouth

commission for @mercyalayne

[vesperanth]

arya week day 6: nature

idk i just had this image of her in my head in the riverlands picking some of the same flowers she'd picked for ned earlier :(

[biereport]

She wished she could take off her clothes and swim, gliding through the warm water like an skinny pink otter. Maybe she could swim all the way to Winterfell. —Arya IV, a Clash of Kings

ARYA WEEK 2025 | DAY6-Nature and the Animal Kingdom

[arte072]

Arya Week Day 5 | Magic, Religion, and Faith

In the godswood she found her broomstick sword where she had left it, and carried it to the heart tree. There she knelt. Red leaves rustled. Red eyes peered inside her. The eyes of the gods. "Tell me what to do, you gods," she prayed. For a long moment there was no sound but the wind and the water and the creak of leaf and limb. And then, far far off, beyond the godswood and the haunted towers and the immense stone walls of Harrenhal, from somewhere out in the world, came the long lonely howl of a wolf. Gooseprickles rose on Arya's skin, and for an instant she felt dizzy. Then, so faintly, it seemed as if she heard her father's voice. "When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies, but the pack survives," he said. "But there is no pack," she whispered to the weirwood. Bran and Rickon were dead, the Lannisters had Sansa, Jon had gone to the Wall. "I'm not even me now, I'm Nan." "You are Arya of Winterfell, daughter of the north. You told me you could be strong. You have the wolf blood in you." - Arya X, ACoK

[mercyalayne]

@aryaweek2025 day 4 | mythological allusions ☾

arya stark as artemis the goddess of the hunt and moon

commission drawn by @kovrikkk

[lucennia]

Final chapter of The Swiftfoot Maid for @aryaweek2025 Day 4: Mythological Allusions. Arya Stark as the great Greek heroine Atalanta.

Collage by the amazing @palominojacoby x

[underfoote]

Arya Week 2025 | Day 4 | Mythological Allusions

"And Arya, well [...] I think she must be dead too." When she said that, it felt as though a giant hand were squeezing her chest.”

Catelyn VII, A Clash of Kings

It was her mother she wanted.

Arya XII, A Storm of Swords

"She don't speak," said the big man in the yellow cloak. "You bloody bastards cut her throat too deep for that. But she remembers."

Epilogue, A Storm of Swords

Aid-giving, swift Hermes was sent to me By Zeus, my sire, and each divinity To bring me back to earth from Erebus That you might feast your eyes on me and thus Cease your dread wrath against the gods

Hymn to Demeter

Arya and Lady Stoneheart as Frederic Leighton’s The Return of Persephone by @laurellerual. Commissioned with @mercyalayne.

[arte072]

Arya Week 2025: Day 4 | In-Universe Parallels

He could hear her still at times. Promise me, she had cried, in a room that smelled of blood and roses. Promise me, Ned. - Eddard I, AGoT Arya chewed her lip and said nothing. She would not betray Jon, not even to their father. - Arya II, AGoT

Arya & Lyanna protecting Jon Snow 🤍🐺✨