Art By Juhee

Current fandom obsession: ASOIAF, specifically Arya Stark

[tonyloom]

Arya Stark of Winterfell, Daughter of the north, Queen of Winter, The night wolf, The ghost of Harrenhal, Witch queen, Bloodwitch, Wolf witch, water dancer, The She-wolf, a bitch from the seventh hell.

[lycorim]

eldest daughter syndrome

[unbotheredmuse]

[monsterbi]

[geekbeyond]

[ #GameOfThrones ] Daenerys and Arya by Wu Xi

[blndraws]

I love your jonrya drawings!! Maybe you could draw the scene where they watch robb and joffrey spar?

[joyjuhee]

Jon grinned, reached over, and messed up her hair. Arya flushed. They had always been close.

(Arya I, AGOT)

[blndraws]

🌹🗡

[joyjuhee]

George, please let them meet soon 😭

[blndraws]

cold feet, warm heart

[joyjuhee]

so cute! 🥺❤️

[joyjuhee]

You may be as different as the sun and the moon, but the same blood flows through both your hearts. You need her, as she needs you …

~Eddard (AGOT)

[blndraws]

I really, really, really, hope that Aegon is the real deal and even if that dream comes true I know my second wish won't happen which is that he and Arya end up together. To ease my heartache can you draw grown Arya and Aegon for me please?

[joyjuhee]

And then history repeated itself

[greeneyedwildthing]

Could you write in detail of the first few nights of the Nights Watch recruits traveling in Yoren's group? I'd like to see Gendry's first impressions of "Arry" in the books---At night Gendry wakes up and hears faint sniffle/ragged breath near him and notices that "Arry" is crying himself to sleep (before Arya ran out of tears to shed). He is unsure whether he should reach out and comfort the other orphan and decides to keep a closer watch on him.

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(OMG CAN I JUST SAY I LOVE YOUR ART HOLYSHITBALLS!!! YES OF COURSE I CAN!)

The first few nights pass in a flurry for Gendry, caught between enjoying the silent euphoria of leaving the wretched city behind and his own annoyance at Tobho for selling him to the Nights Watch. If his first words to the little orphan Arry left any impression on him, he doesn’t show it outwardly, but he can’t shake the feeling that something is -off about him. So he trails behind the group, bull helmet in hand as he watches the boy from a distance. 

When Arry stops to pluck a wildflower from the side of the Kingsroad on the second day Gendry stiffens, he couldn’t say it was unusual -everyone had their own tastes- but there was something oddly soft in the way Arry’s tears began to well with unshed tears. Tears that quickly dried when Hotpie’s teasing earned him a cold slap on the arm with the flatside of the thin sword. And for a moment Gendry fights to suppress a bubble of laughter before Arry eyes him defiantly.  

That night he moves in the shadows before settling just shy of a yard from where Arry’s sitting against a boulder. He watches as the other boy twists his blade between nimble fingers and finds himself itching to touch steel again. “Can I see?” he wonders, earning him a momentarily cold stare before Arry relents and stands to hand him the blade. It’s as light as he remembered from the first day, thin but sturdy -and absolutely covered in dirt. Grumbling slightly at the state of the weapon Gendry barely utters a word before he rips a piece of cloth from his shirt and spits on it. “Hey, what-” he ignores Arry’s protest as he’s already running the piece over the steel, long smooth strokes until the metal begins to shine in speckled moonlight. “you’ll need a wet stone and oil if you want to keep it from rusting.. wax’ll do in a pinch.” Arry stares at him as he hands the sword back, the hint of a smile plays at the corners of his lips and sudden memory of the Lords daughters that used to visit the shop flits through his mind. The moment passes as quickly as it came, and Arry wanders back to his place against the boulder. 

By the fifth day Gendry welcomed the routine of their endless march North. The humid southern weather off the eastern forces most to shed their clothes in an effort to stay cool. Only Arry refuses, his rough spun shirt stuck to his back, framing the small thin body underneath. The voice in his head wanders back to the Lords daughters and the way the boy had twirled the wildflower between his fingertips. Something still doesn’t sit quiet right with him. It’s only when Gendry listens to Arry’s little list for the fifth night that he notices the intermittent sniffling between names. He had heard the sound before, when his mother had fought to keep herself from crying. The realization dawns on him like a muted punch in the chest -she was a girl. Arry was a girl! It made sense. The flowers, the small frame, the tilt of her smile, and the funny way she spoke. It only heightened his concern, but there was nothing he could do about it now. Taking solace in having found out the truth, Gendry settles in for the night beside Lommy, letting her soft voice wash over him once again. What was a girl doing with the Nights Watch?

[joyjuhee]

OMG @greeneyedwildthing THANK YOU for fulfilling my requests! Here are some rough sketches to go along with them ;)

[blndraws]

🔥 Red Sword of Heroes 🔥

[joyjuhee]

THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL AND AMAZING!!! 😭😭😭 THE LIGHTING, HAIR, TEARS, & BLUE ROSe PETALS FALLING UPWARD, absolutely perfect and epic ❤️

[joyjuhee]

Yet he dreamed of her at times, so often that he could almost see her face. In his dreams, she was beautiful, and highborn, and her eyes were kind.

—Jon Snow

“Lyanna might have carried a sword, if my lord father had allowed it. You remind me of her sometimes. You even look like her.”

—Eddard Stark

Arya finally fits into Lyanna’s dress, and Jon notices her resemblance to the woman from his dreams. A kind-of-sequel inspired by @blndraws beautiful Valentines comic

Moon and Sunrise

Moon and Sunrise

[joyjuhee]

Arya recalls her and baby Bran’s first visit down the crypts (Arya IV, AGOT)

[joyjuhee]

Rob took them all the way down to the end. Past Grandfather and Brandon and Lyanna, to show them their own tombs. Sansa kept looking at the stubby little candle, anxious that it might go out. Old Nan had told her there were spiders down here, and rats as big as dogs. Robb smiled when she said that. “There are worse things than spiders and rats,” he whispered. “This is where the dead walk.” That was when they heard the sound low and deep and shivery. Baby Bran had clutched at Arya‘s hand.

When the spirit stepped out of the open tomb, pale white and moaning for blood, Sansa ran shrieking for the stairs, and Bran wrapped himself around Robb’s leg, sobbing. Arya stood her ground and gave the spirit a punch. It was only Jon, covered with flour. “You stupid,” she told him, “you scared the baby,” but Jon and Robb just laughed and laughed, and pretty soon Bran and Arya were laughing too.

—AGOT, Arya IV

[joyjuhee]

The Night Wolf and true queen.

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Outfit referenced from @kraehenkunst ‘s gorgeous Arya/Nymeria post

[joyjuhee]

Unleash the wolves

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He ran his fingers through her hair...