ivory.

In life the monsters win. est. 2013. rebooted 11/18. previously nolongerporcelain

[thesistersstark]

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…

[queenstarksansa]

sansa stark is, in fact, sansa snark 2/?

+ bonus:

[thelovejournals]

You are not his princess. Your are your own queen.

Nikita Gill (via thelovejournals)

[lochiels-deactivated20180429]

[vroengard-deactivated20220818]

What's the kinkiest thing you are into?

feeling wanted

[direwaif]

gared tuttle:

   “ I always said I would have a sword like Lord Forresters one day.” 

“It’s a beautiful sword, fit for any fine man, or knight. I hope it serves you well.”

[direwaif]

“Would you awfully mind doing the honour of accompanying me to the glass gardens? Some of the flowers are beautiful, and I promise to not dawdle. I'll make it up to you, simply name your price.”

[dracarysqueen]

Who else is on your list?

[direwaif]

garlan tyrell:

          “forgive me, i did not mean to bore you.”

the retort on the tip of her tongue was a thing full of acidity && all the bitterness of the lemons which she loved so in cakes. consideration dealt it a quick death as the clenching pain in her lower back dulled. sansa sighed wearily, shaking her head. “the apology should be mine, ser. it is not you at fault, but the fact i find myself distracted currently. please forgive me for my rudeness.”

[direwaif]

margaery tyrell:

      emanating grace and poise, only years of her grandmother’s teachings could have granted her, swift movements carry the little rose towards the head of glistening, auburn tendrils. the princess of winterfell, stuck, haplessly burdened by a nameless lord whom was no doubt spilling to the poor girl, the contents of his latest raven. an assumedly, unnecessary procedure margaery had quickly taken upon herself ––– to put an end to. ❛ my princess, forgive me for such intrusion on what i have no doubts was, thrilling conversation but i have a visitor here from the reach who would just, love for you to meet them. it’s rather urgent, so, if you’ll excuse us… ❜  cheeks flush as do the lord’s before her, gaze flitting between the two, however margaery is more than convinced his pride will recover as deft fingertips reach for those of sansa stark, in hopes to guide her from the unwelcome interaction and into a situation, she would, conceivably, feel more comfortable in. ❛ do correct me if i’m wrong, princess but i couldn’t help but notice your… disinterest, at the words of lord… ❜

"i do believe you saved me.” mildly stunned from the unexpected but timely and most welcome intervention. sansa cannot help but feel indebted to the lady from the reach, as indebted as she is in awe of her. margaery tyrell had been a queen once and sansa thought it the greatest of pities that someone so very delightful would lose such a thing. a woman flowered and grown but she’d still yet to manage the perfect balance of her tongue. too sharp, or dumbstruck and floundering, even hiding behind an armour of courtesies could only do so much. she wished she were more like her lady mother, or like margaery. the brunette before her was everything a princess should be. to have her come to sansa’s rescue was warming, enough to make her mouth twitch into a self-deprecating smile. “call me sansa, please,” she begged. one hand already holding that of margaery’s, her other moves to cover the top of the other girls hand. tully eyes widened with what she hoped was just the right amount of vulnerability and beseechment. an evolved version of the eyes she’d thrown so often as a child to win the last lemon cake, or wiggle out of the wrath of an adult or elder sibling. “you saved me from death by boredom, therefore you absolutely must call me by my given name.”

[poirot]

“A pure world, Sansa thought. I do not belong here.“ (Late happy birthday @valesska )

[sansaeris]

Sansa Stark in Every Episode

↳7.4 The Spoils of War

[direwaif]

dickon tarly:

“Do you not have the ability to choose extravagance, princess?” The woman’s expression and sigh showed more that she told. He had heard the girl had been in the capital for a while, a captive of the Lannisters. “You’re not boring me at all.” He gave her a smile. “The North is… Very welcoming. I am taking to it more than I expected to.”

“Of course I do.” She wouldn’t have anyone thinking poorly of the North. They weren’t a rich kingdom, even less so after the expenditures of a war, but there was no shame in that she’d decided. Even if she’d have preferred that there was more room for extravagance and beauty. “However, extravagance is not what impresses our lords and smallfolk in the North. Pretty silks don’t do well in winter.” She was a summer child who’d grown only grown up on stories of what a true winter would bring. From what she knew, there wasn’t much that would do well in winter. If a person was to suffer, they should do amongst beautiful things, but that was not up to her to decide. Sansa inclined her head, lowered lashes hiding the Tully hues that were beginning to thaw. “I’m glad that you’re enjoying the north, ser. If there are any ways I can help you acclimate better, then don’t hesitate to tell me.” 

[wordsnquotes]

I simply want to live; to cause no evil to anyone but myself.

Leo Tolstoy,  War and Peace (via wordsnquotes)

[princessarya]

[direwaif]

robb:

robb chuckled, his breath collecting on his blade as he turned up to greet sansa. framed in the white canvas of the snow blanketed godswood, robb smiled at his sister. here was where she belonged. not kingslanding. nowhere in the south. here. “probably looking for you, your highness.” he returned her jest with one of his own. “i’m afraid i have not been the most entertaining company of late,” he said. not that robb placed any blame on his pet. a dire wolf sought to hunt and run and bound and leap with the wind. the study and the room where the counsel convened, the two places which robb’s time was most spent, was no place for a wild thing for all there was to do was lie at his feet. "i believe grey wind has sought amusement elsewhere.“

“that is a shame, i have a bow for him that i think would look compliment his coloring most dashingly.” as if her brothers were simply a pet dog, and one she now had permission to share. the death of lady still sat heavily there amongst her ribs on so many days, the companionship of the direwolf something she missed with every breath. grey wind’s presence helped soothe it somewhat, as did shaggydog... even if rickon’s wolf was still mostly wild. “he may well be hiding from me; out of fear, i’ll turn him into a well-behaved gentleman.” she sat herself nearby her brother, the thickness of her cloak stopping any dampness or cold from seeping in. “it’s beautiful here, don’t you think?”

[direwaif]

alys karstark:

🥀  –– ❝ it was quite a funny sight your highness. your brother was indeed a horrible dancer.                           and if i’m not mistaken, his wife the queen would agree so too. ❞                     she giggled, happy to bring up old memories. 

    ----    “ the queen likely would. ”      a sigh, memories of her youth when brought up always a type of blessing and curse both. but being cruel to the karstark was no option, not when she was so very... nice. she reminded sansa of herself before she had went south and so much of her innocence had been lost. no, being cruel was not an option. she was no cersei lannister.  “ i wonder if he trods on toes still... or was that jon? ”  there had been a time before sansa had learnt what the word bastard meant where she had danced with her brothers without discrimination. she shook her head, clearing her thoughts, and echoed alys’ giggle. “ it’s such a shame that men aren’t given to taking much care to dancing well. ”