lady of winterfell.

[ladyncrth]

bosslady.

           “I am a mother of three beautiful children. I think I can manage.”

       “ of course, i -- um -- just thought that you could use the extra pair of hands so you could -- um -- get home before dinner. ”

[ladyncrth]

PODRICK

Pod’s duties as Lord Tyrion’s squire had increased slightly when he wed Lady Sansa. The young man certainly didn’t mind, although he struggled with knowing his social graces merely with Lord Tyrion and Ser Bronn. With the young Stark girl, he had no idea what he was supposed to say. She’s a person, you speak to her, Tyrion had said. As if that were a simple command.

As he escorted her back from the Sept, he glanced at her before looking away again. Unsure of why the girl even terrified him at all. Pod paused hesitantly before managing, “I do hope the visit was pleasant, my lady” hoping his voice didn’t waver.

x

miserable at best, sansa walked slowly, trying to keep her mind from going insane. she supposed it was a small comfort that the imp had no desire to touch her, and treated her kindly -- with respect. which was more than what she could say with the others. her thoughts lie far north, where snow and cold air whispered through stone walls and chambers. she wanted to go home, a place where she did not know if she still had. 

her thoughts strayed once she heard her new husband’s squire speak. “ it was, thank you.” she replied curtly, unsure how to speak with him. “ have you been in lord tyrion’s service long? ”

[ladyncrth]

ARYA

Arya looked at her older sister, relief once again hitting her that Sansa was alive. All the things she had wished for the chance to tell her, she now could. “Alright,” she said slowly. “weary, I suppose.” She watched her older sister for a moment before asking, “And you? 

.

“ i feel good -- safe. ” sansa replied honestly, allowing herself to share a smile with her sister before letting her shoulders drop a little. it had been a long time since she had let her guard down and she felt at ease doing so in front of her sister. “  are you glad to be home ?? ”

[ladyncrth]

NED

So much had changed since Ned last stepped foot anywhere near any sort of resemblance to home. He desperately hoped that his children were alive and well, that no one had found them in the corners they were hidden in. No one besides Jon had known all the locations, disappearing like the rest of them. However, when Ned had been rescued from the clutches of Captain Phasma, Jon had revealed the locations. And now, as he was waiting for the footsteps to echo, he was eager to see Sansa. His hair was much longer, pulled back into some sort of knot, much that reminded him of Brandon when he was alive, along with much more gray in his beard. He wondered if Sansa would recognize him after the lost weight and added scars.

He glanced up when he heard the footsteps, knowing that she was told to come this way but not for what reason. When the door opened, he stood up. “Hello, my child.”

it had been years for sansa stark since she was last called into base. she had traveled the galaxy, looking far and wide for allies, using her mission to mask her pain and grief with the loss of her family. she was forced to grow up at such a young age -- forced to see how the world was cruel and unfair. battle marked her body and strengthened her resolved, she had adapted to survive, that’s why she did not understand why she got such fragile looks from people she passed in the base while walking to the room she was assigned to go in. opening the door, her breath hitched as disbelief enveloped her face. 

vision blurred with unshed tears as she felt her whole axis shift. her whole world had collapsed as she stared at the figure in front of her. he looked different, she would come to realize later as she tried to formulate thoughts at the moment. different and yet she was sure she would recognize him still. hearing his voice sent goosebumps all over her body and finally allowed her to run towards him, arms outstretched. “ father. ”

[ladyncrth]

BRIENNE

“I’ve heard that she’s as strong and brave as any Stark.” Perhaps that was a foolish thing to say, given how many Starks were dead. “I- I mean that there is a chance. There hasn’t been word from any of your enemies, no one saying that they have her, so there’s still a chance that she’s out there, alive-” Brienne almost put a hand on Sansa’s shoulder but decided against it. “I’m sorry, I only meant to say there may be some way she could still be found. I don’t want to leave you, but someone else could be sent…”  

She noticed Sansa’s hands shaking and frowned. “I am sorry, my lady,” she said in a quiet voice, “that I couldn’t bring her here as well.”

“ she was,” sansa agreed with a small smile on her face. “ tougher than me, at least -- tougher than bran too. ” she did not know if the gods were kind enough to save her sister, she did not know if there were any gods at all, in that matter. for so long, trapped in the red keep all she had were her prayers, and it left her more broken than she thought. 

still, perhaps it was the ways things were supposed to be, she was home. alive and well again -- with jon at her side and lady brienne to protect her. she would be okay. “ don’t apologize, lady brienne. i’m sure you did your best. perhaps you’re right, no news on her has to be good news. ”

[ladyncrth]

🍂

[ladyncrth]

ksdjklasfnksjd !!!

i’m aliveeee !! i am so sorry for my absence these past few days

                                -- i just graduated with honors !!

       it has been such a whirlwind & i’ve been on vacation mode with my friends and family.        but i’m back and won’t be leaving anytime soon !! thank you for your patience, all of        you beautiful people !! hmu if you want 2 plot or somethinggg,  

                                                                               i’ll be buried in mah drafts ♥

[ladyncrth]

💀✨

[rpmemes-galore]

Send me 🚪  ( or ‘door’ )   and I’ll generate a number for my muse to show up on your muse’s doorstep ( a mix of angst, silliness, and fluff ) …

crying

starving

possessed

sopping wet

blackout drunk

holding a baby

after a car crash

looking for a fight

covered in bruises

after being mugged

covered with confetti

severely dehydrated 

angry beyond reason

with a broken arm/leg

covered in blood (theirs)

after having a nightmare

after being missing for days

after the death of a loved one

covered in baking ingredients

about to faint from exhaustion

with a real crown on their head

on their knee, with ring in hand

covered in tiny scrapes and cuts

covered in blood ( someone else’s )

holding a baby animal ( sender’s choice )

[ladyncrth]

jon.

for   a   short   moment   he    ALLOWED    himself   to   think   of   father.   sitting   by   the   fire   and   cursing   bloody   fools   for   not   preparing   for   the   winter   that   has   finally   come.   that   was   jon’s   setting   of   preference;——   rather   than   the   one   full   of   hardships,   betrayals   and    DEATH.

                             ❛ i   miss   them   too. ❜     his   voice   sounds    DISTANT    even   for   him.   no   matter   how   much   he   tried   to   imagine   a   peaceful   life   they   could’ve   been   leading,   it   all   got   erased   by   their   loss.

❛ is   it   foolish   of   me   to   still    HOPE    that   one   day   arya   will   knock   on   our   door?   or   bran?   that   maybe   we   lost   too   much   and   gods   can   still   be   merciful? ❜ 

             she paused for a moment, allowing the quiet to wash over them. embracing the atmosphere, she closed her eyes and merely leaned against her brother -- for support, she supposed.           but also for comfort. in her mind, she was already trying to figure out what their next plan ‘ought to be,    but she forced herself to be in that moment with her brother.    she allowed herself to relax and managed to convince herself that she was now safe and out of harm’s way.                                               she was home. 

‘ it’s not, ’ she replied after composing her thoughts.     ‘we found each other, didn’t we ? no news from either of them has to be good news. ’     she was not foolish enough to invest 100% in her words, but hope was stronger when voiced aloud and she knew that in whatever way jon was happy to see her, he’d be much more happy to see either bran or arya -- if they were still alive. 

[ladyncrth]

Muns i’d like to get to know better! Repost don’t reblog.

TAGGED BY: @wineinthewidow​ TAGGING: @coerulus​ , @wildwclfgirl​ , @strengthanddevotion​ , @reekcd​ , @scarredhound​ , @darysvoljes​ & anyone else who wants to !!

1 ( NAME / ALIAS ): roan 2 ( BIRTHDAY ): april 24th 3  ( NETFLIX OR HULU? ) netflix 4 ( HEIGHT ):  5′0. ( i am a smol bean ) 5 ( HOBBIES ):  writing, watching movies & series, reading, eating, playing volleyball, creating short films, editing videos, i like to play with calligraphy & drawing (not that i’m any good lmao) 6 ( FAVOURITE COLOUR(S) ): emerald or moss green & mustard yellow 7 ( FAVOURITE BOOKS ): A Series of Unfortunate Events ( lemony snicket is precious) 8 ( LAST SONG LISTENED TO ): Tagpuan by Moira Dela Torre 9 ( LAST FILM WATCHED ): i watched mr & mrs. smith on t.v. last night.

10 ( INSPIRATION FOR MUSE ): so when i first started watching got, i rly had no love for sansa, she was bratty, spoiled, and i related more with arya personally. but after a while, i started to understand her and empathize for her. she had been through so much and i don’t understand how she could be so underrated as a character. she had no physical prowess like the others so she survived by saying the right things and learned under cersei of all people !! mainly, her resilience is a big ass factor on what inspires me, her resilience and her determination to get things done her way after all the time when she had no power and such. she is a precious girl with so much regrets and i cant ; w ; 

11 ( DREAM JOB ): recently i’ve wanted to produce/direct films -- but i’m okay with any job as long as it has something to do with the arts.  12 ( MEANING BEHIND YOUR URL ): well tbh, it’s pretty literal. sansa is the lady of winterfell in the most updated season of got (since the book doesn’t go that far) -- aka the northern part of westeros so yeah, i am trash. 

[ladyncrth]

jon

eyes   follow   those   in   the   courtyard.   the   fighters   and   the    CHILDREN    who   are   forced   to   pretend   to   know   how   a   sword   had   to   be   wielded.   every   clash   of   steel   against   steel   makes   him   wince;——   dreading   to   ever   see   them   in   the    REAL    battle.   but   just   as   Sansa   said,   he   was    CHOSEN    to   lead   them   into   one. 

        ❛ father   would   be    PROUD,   you   know.   to   see    US    like   this. ❜     it   still   ached   to   speak   of   him.   it   still   brought   a   certain   weakness   to   his   knees.   but   he   wanted   to   remember.   he   wanted   to   talk.   and   was   there   ever   a   better   time?

                         he   leans   in   a   bit   closer.   fur   against   fur.   sibling   against   sibling.   for   a   moment   forgetting   of   what   heavy   sentences   were   exchanged   before.     ❛ he   wouldn’t   speak   politics.   or   KINGS.   he   would   look   at   us   with   that   PRIDE   in   his   eyes,   worth   more   than   any   kingdom. ❜ 

their father was a sore subject for the red head. she wanted to take comfort in his words -- to believe that after everything she had done, betrayed her family, he would still be proud of her. she did not know if jon had ever received news of her infamous letter to robb but she knew he would look at her very differently if he had. 

shame had gripped her very being, and still she forced herself to make the mood light and natural, she buried those thoughts deep in the recesses of her mind. instead, she thought of what their father; ‘ he would say what a fine man you’ve become, ’ smiling, she glances towards him. 

                                                                       ‘ i miss him -- i miss them all, even arya. ’

[tryingmother]

IF YOU ARE OKAY WITH ICONLESS ROLEPLAYS REBLOG THIS SO YOUR FOLLOWERS KNOW !!

like as much as i love icons and a good psd, sometimes its just tasking to do. and not everyone has great resources. so if you’re okay with having threads with no icons, please reblog this so that people know you’re okay with it. i feel like roleplayers today are too focused on the aesthetics and won’t follow people who use base icons or even none at all. it’s not about icons, but about the writing !!

[ladyncrth]

jon

his   shoulders   slump   as   soon   as   her   grip   leaves   them.   and   even   more   so   after   the   words   that   follow.

he’d   like   to    DISAGREE    where   fear   was   concerned,   however   there’s   no    LIE    good   enough   he   could   tell   her.   he   was   afraid.   oh,   what   the   proud   lords   of   the   north   would   say   of   a    BOY    shivering   at   the   littlest   of   breeze.

                           ❛ you   are   a   true    LEADER,   sister. ❜     voice   untouched   by   that   fear.   he   has   to   keep   it   to   himself.     ❛ but   there   will   be   no    HOME    to   keep   if   we   sit   idly   and   hope   that   it   will   pass   if   only   we   close   our   eyes. ❜     cold   fingers   grip   the   railing   tighter;   knuckles   so   white   it   could   battle   the   snow   around.

  ❛ Winterfell   will   be    SAFE    in   your   hands. ❜

foot steps echoed as she walked towards him until they were side by side.   an outsider might have mistook them for a strong unit. two people who could lead armies or command thousands. an outsider might never see them for the children they were -- children who were forced to grow up against their wishes.     glancing towards the other, she had to bite her tongue.   no matter how much she agreed with her brother, she knew there was no other way. she would not spread discord now when they have finally rallied under one banner. his banner.                       ‘ the men chose you to lead, jon. ’ 

a twitch from her lips revealed a small smile. ‘ they fight for you. they believe in you --             and to be plain; so do i. i will be here for you, but they look on to you as king of the north. ’

[ladyncrth]

jon

her   voice   calls   out   a   smile   to    FINALLY    appear   on   those   ever   tortured   features.   her   touch   relieves   but   a   fraction   of   a   burden,   yet   it   makes   it   easier   to    BREATHE.   dark   gaze   turns   to   meet   that   of   his   sister.     ❛ i   will   be   leading   them   all   to   their   death,   Sansa. ❜

                           the   smile   doesn’t   fade,   it’s   just   painted   a   shade   darker.   color   of   acceptance.   expression   of   faith   he   can’t   escape.

         ❛ we   need   more   men.   we   need   the   rest   of   the   world   to    SEE. ❜

hands withdrew to take comfort inside her cloak as the cold threatened a shivering breeze.     winter had indeed come for winterfell -- as it would come for all of westeros. with head slanted to the side, sansa contemplated on her brother’s words.                                  ‘ do not let your fear cloud your judgement, brother. ’ 

eyes travel to the vast snow that surrounds their home. ‘ what we need is stability. we cannot fight the winter that has killed our fields and dwindled our crops.     we’ve just gotten our home -- we should find all means to keep it. ’

[ladyncrth]

jon

heavy   hands.   heavy   crown.    HEAVY DEEDS.   no   gold,   however,   rests   on   his   head.   no   silver.   but   no   metal   would   be    HEAVY    enough   to   replicate   the   burden   bestowed   upon   him.   the   trust   others   found   in   their   hearts   and    GIFTED    it   to   a   young   bastard   boy.

           and   as   he   ponders,   heavy   snowflakes   dance   in   his   hair   before   disappearing.

❛ be   honest——❜     he   acknowledges   the   footsteps   with   a   question.   still   half-way   between   the   present   and   the    TURMOIL.     ❛ tell   me.   how   long   we’ll   last? ❜ 

‘ for as long as we stand. ‘ she replied, eyes glistening.     never could she imagine the honor -- and strain weighing on his shoulders,  heavier than any mere mortal could possibly carry. she placed her hand on his shoulder to offer support.                                          he was not alone ---- he did not have to carry it alone. 

                                            ‘ you’re a good leader, jon.

                                                  we will rise, red as the dawn. ‘

[ladyncrth]

brienne

“You were a child.” Brienne couldn’t blame her for feeling superior. Oftentimes children found ways to think themselves better, and it would’ve been compounded by growing up a lady, and Jon Snow a bastard. Lord and Lady Stark may not have taught Sansa such an attitude, but she would’ve noticed how the world treated them differently.

“And you aren’t anything like that now. I don’t think he begrudges you your actions as a little girl. If he does he’s a fool.” The war had torn the Starks apart, but it had also shown them what was most important. Petty disputes disappeared in the face of a real enemy. “My lady,” Brienne was hesitant to broach the subject. “Has there been any news of Arya? Does anyone know if- if she’s been seen?”  

“ so were my siblings. “ sansa replied sadly, there was no excuse for being the spiteful creature she was when she was a child. she took comfort in lady brienne’s next words -- until the very end when she asked about arya. 

a cold sense of dread filled sansa up like cold water filling up a cup. shame and guilt made her want to tighten up into a ball of despair. she really didn’t change that much. she didn’t even know if any of her other siblings were still alive. she barely felt anything while jon told of rickon, her youngest brother, get shot by an arrow by ramsey. she truly was a monster. she did not want to meet lady brienne’s eyes but couldn’t stop her hands from subtly shaking. 

                     “ the last i heard from arya was the day my father got executed.                  i heard how she got away -- i -- i don’t know if she’s even still alive.. “