Welcome to the #CANONBRAN challenge! Continuing with the prompts from Branoween, and our previous Bran Stark Month from 2022, we hope this challenge inspires others to post their own book Bran art, meta and edits. There are no restrictions: you can post anytime you want as much as you want. Make sure to use the #CANONBRAN tag so we can find and reblog your works!
You can find the prompts under the cut:
Favorite: arc, chapter, moments and quotes.
Personality traits and overlooked qualities.
Strengths and flaws.
Childhood and aspirations.
Knighthood.
The Hero’s Journey.
Summer.
House Stark: ancestors and heritage.
Familial relationships.
Friends and allies.
Mentors and advisors.
Antagonists.
The Stark in Winterfell: The North, Winterfell and its people.
Politics and leadership.
Duty.
Magic: greensight, warging and skinchanging.
Religion and The Old Gods.
The Children of the Forest.
The Last Hero.
Subversion and deconstruction.
Disability, trauma and fears.
Bravery and bravest moments.
Soft and humorous moments.
Future and endgame speculation.
Anticipated relationships and meetings.
Parallels and foils to other characters.
Parallels and foils: mythological, historical and literary.
“I’d sooner be a wolf. Then I could live in the wood and sleep when I wanted, and I could find Arya and Sansa. I’d smell where they were and go save them, and when Robb went to battle I’d fight beside him like Grey Wind. I’d tear out the Kingslayer’s throat with my teeth, rip, and then the war would be over and everyone would come back to Winterfell. If I was a wolf…” He howled. “Ooo-ooo-oooooooooooo.” (Bran I, ACOK)
"The serving men brought every dish to Bran first, that he might take the lord’s portion if he chose. By the time they reached the ducks, he could eat no more. After that he nodded approval at each course in turn, and waved it away. If the dish smelled especially choice, he would send it to one of the lords on the dais, a gesture of friendship and favor that Maester Luwin told him he must make. He sent some salmon down to poor sad Lady Hornwood, the boar to the boisterous Umbers, a dish of goose-in-berries to Cley Cerwyn, and a huge lobster to Joseth the master of horse, who was neither lord nor guest, but had seen to Dancer’s training and made it possible for Bran to ride."
A Clash of Kings - Bran III
commission for @gnomesittingunderalargetoadstool <3
"I never asked for this cup to pass to me."
"Perhaps not," Catelyn said, "but Brandon is dead, and the cup has passed, and you must drink from it, like it or not."
Catelyn II, A Game of Thrones
Bran had never asked to be a prince. It was knighthood he had always dreamed of; bright armor and streaming banners, lance and sword, a warhorse between his legs. Why must he waste his days listening to old men speak of things he only half understood? Because you're broken, a voice inside reminded him. A lord on his cushioned chair might be crippled—the Walders said their grandfather was so feeble he had to be carried everywhere in a litter—but not a knight on his destrier. Besides, it was his duty.
i should've mentioned it in that dragons can plant trees post, but magic in asoiaf is partly being recontextualised through both bran and dany, in bran's case, he's (at least temporarily) inheriting bloodraven's weirwood network which he historically used to run some version of a surveillance state when he was hand. but already bran's involvement with is thematically panning out differently, bran answering theon's anguished prayers to the heart tree in winterfell is saying: this is the new face of the old gods and if they had been cold and unforgiving before, that could change. "gods do not weep, do they?" thinks theon, but we know bran does, "if i cry, will the tree begin to weep?"—now i don't entirely understand where bran's arc is going but also don't think he's meant to fully reject whatever bloodraven and the children are offering to teach him, the way sansa needs to reject littlefinger's overall cynical philosophy but there is benefit to being exposed to the realities of the world, not that it had to happen in such a violent manner. the way arya has picked up valueable skills and knowledge at the house of black and white and eventually rejecting the faceless men does not mean forgetting all that.
similarly, dragons have been historical weapons of war and tools of conquest in the freehold, yes, but already they're, i.e. the last remnant of old valyria is helping dismantle the freehold's imperial and slaveholding legacy. it's a dragon eating its own tail! and what is dany's story if not a cycle of destruction and then after that, rebirth.
We’re incredibly happy to announce that from September 14th to September 20th, we will be hosting ARYA STARK APPRECIATION WEEK! We’ll accept edits, metas, art, any other fan work or simply your favorite moments about Arya Stark in her book version to celebrate her character together 💚
Please, remember to use the tag #aryaweek2026 so we can find and reblog your posts. If you missed a day we’ll still accept your submission afterwards!
Here are the prompts:
Day 1: The Night Wolf - Prophecies, Magic and Visions
Day 2: The one that leads them is a she-wolf - Leadership, Politics and Ruler Foreshadowing
Day 3: You could be my forest lass - Whimsy, Motifs and Symbolism
Day 4: You are Arya of Winterfell, Daughter of the North - The North and House Stark
Day 5: Arya would make friends with anybody - Pack, Friendship and Kindness
Day 6: The woman is important, too! - Gender, Feminism and Combatting Oppression
Day 7: Can I be a king's councillor, and build castles, and become the high septon? - AU, Canon Divergence, TWOW and Endgame Speculation
As you can see there are multiple prompts for each day. Please feel free to choose one to do, or a combination for each day! We look forward your creations!
And don't forget to join our CANON ARYA CHALLENGE which is always ongoing!
⭑”The stone is strong. Bran told himself, the roots of the trees go deep, and under the ground the Kings of Winter sit their thrones. So long as those remained, Winterfell remained. It was not dead, just broken. Like me, he thought. I’m not dead either.”⭑◦
One of my favorite characters, my boy Bran(Brandon) Stark 🌱
Eddard Stark lifted his head and looked long at the weirwood, frowning, but he did not speak. He cannot see me, Bran realized, despairing. He wanted to reach out and touch him, but all that he could do was watch and listen. I am in the tree. I am inside the heart tree, looking out of its red eyes, but the weirwood cannot talk, so I can't.
Eddard Stark resumed his prayer. Bran felt his eyes fill up with tears. But were they his own tears, or the weirwood’s? If I cry, will the tree begin to weep?
A Dance with Dragons, Bran III
A thin film of ice covered the surface of the pool beneath the weirwood. Theon sank to his knees beside it. "Please," he murmured through his broken teeth, "I never meant …" The words caught in his throat. "Save me," he finally managed. "Give me …" What? Strength? Courage? Mercy? Snow fell around him, pale and silent, keeping its own counsel. The only sound was a faint soft sobbing. Jeyne, he thought. It is her, sobbing in her bridal bed. Who else could it be? Gods do not weep. Or do they?
"Our way is the older way. The blood of the First Men still flows in the veins of the Starks, and we hold to the belief that the man who passes the sentence should swing the sword. If you would take a man's life, you owe it to him to look into his eyes and hear his final words. And if you cannot bear to do that, then perhaps the man does not deserve to die. One day, Bran, you will be Robb's bannerman, holding a keep of your own for your brother and your king, and justice will fall to you. When that day comes, you must take no pleasure in the task, but neither must you look away. A ruler who hides behind paid executioners soon forgets what death is."