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They will tell you that she has been known to bring aurochs down all by herself, that no trap nor snare can hold her, that she fears neither steel nor fire, slays any wolf that tries to mount her, and devours no other flesh but man.
❀ARYA STARK APPRECIATION MONTH❀
Day 1: Nature motifs
ARYA STARK APPRECIATION MONTH || Day 6: Favorite Book Moment ↳ 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.”
“The wolf blood.” Arya remembered now. “I’ll be as strong as Robb. I said I would.” She took a deep breath, then lifted the broomstick in both hands and brought it down across her knee. It broke with a loud crack, and she threw the pieces aside. I am a direwolf, and done with wooden teeth. – Arya X, ACOK
arya stark appreciation month → day 1: nature motifs
swift as a deer. quiet as a shadow. […] quick as a snake. calm as still water. […] strong as a bear. fierce as a wolverine.
ARYA STARK APPRECIATION MONTH -> Day 6: Favourite book moments
She should be more frightened herself, she knew. She was only ten, a skinny girl on a stolen horse with a dark forest ahead of her and men behind who would gladly cut off her feet. Yet somehow she felt calmer than she ever had in Harrenhal. The rain had washed the guard's blood off her fingers, she wore a sword across her back, wolves were prowling through the dark like lean grey shadows, and Arya Stark was unafraid. Fear cuts deeper than swords, she whispered under her breath, the words that Syrio Forel had taught her, and Jaqen's words too, valar morghulis.
ARYA STARK APPRECIATION MONTH 2022 ↳ Day 14: Identities
“Who are you?” he would ask her every day.
“No one,” she would answer, she who had been Arya of House Stark, Arya Underfoot, Arya Horseface. She had been Arry and Weasel too, and Squab and Salty, Nan the cupbearer, a grey mouse, a sheep, the ghost of Harrenhal … but not for true, not in her heart of hearts. In there she was Arya of Winterfell, the daughter of Lord Eddard Stark and Lady Catelyn, who had once had brothers named Robb and Bran and Rickon, a sister named Sansa, a direwolf called Nymeria, a half brother named Jon Snow. In there she was someone … but that was not the answer that he wanted.
ARYA STARK APPRECIATION MONTH ⇾ Day 2: Nymeria.
i’ve genuinely no clue if i’ll be coming back here or not, but as of now you may find me nestled comfortably over here.
Arya’s eyes went wide. Dark eyes, like his. “A sword,” she said in a small, hushed breath. The scabbard was soft grey leather, supple as sin. Jon drew out the blade slowly, so she could see the deep blue sheen of the steel. “This is no toy,” he told her. “Be careful you don’t cut yourself. The edges are sharp enough to shave with.” “Girls don’t shave,” Arya said. “Maybe they should. Have you ever seen the septa’s legs?” She giggled at him. “It’s so skinny.” “So are you,” Jon told her.
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❛ you are more than what you have become . ❜ from kylo ren / @aniimvs
𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑬𝒀𝑬𝑺 𝑨𝑹𝑬 𝑮𝑹𝑬𝒀 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑫 𝑨𝑺 𝑺𝑻𝑶𝑵𝑬 𝑼𝑷𝑶𝑵 𝑯𝑰𝑴 , she is far too young to be so accustomed to the feelings of bindings upon her narrow wrists. working her jaw so adamantly, it might seem that she’s chewing something from beneath the quiver of her cheek ; but it is only the grind of canine and molar there, until a dull ache pulsates from the sides of her skull. patience, a voice murmurs into her mind, crystalline and cool as still water .. patience. but she was not made to be quiet ( a girl is a churning storm in the force, ) and full of her little furies.
❛ i might say the same abou’ you , y’know . ❜ the words come, but they are bitten from behind her teeth .. SAVAGE, SAVAGE / and yet, a girl ought to know by now when she should keep an air of silence ( and when to snarl, ) ❛ but i dunno if its even true . ❜
THE LION KING SENTENCE STARTERS . ⇢ accepting .
❛ hey ! why don’t you pick on someone your own size ? ❜ from jon snow / @northvow
𝑨 𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑹𝑻𝒀 𝑺𝑪𝑶𝑭𝑭 𝑻𝑬𝑨𝑹𝑺 𝑭𝑹𝑶𝑴 𝑯𝑬𝑹 𝑻𝑯𝑹𝑶𝑨𝑻 , and oh, what a sound from something so small and so skinny! the utter disdain, from a childling of so few years / yet a northerner for true, in all the gruff of it. rolling that stone grey of her eyes, the wolf pup’ grubby little hand releases the stick she’d been using to chase mycah about the courtyard ( for he’s already fled through the crack in the wall, in fear of being reprimanded by someone more .. lordly, perhaps, than winterfell’s bastard. ) its just jon, she wants to call out, but by the time her gaze catches a glimpse at her secret entrance, her friend had already gone. not even a scrap of him ! coward, she thinks, kicking away her stick.
❛ then i wouldn’t get to pick on anyone . .. except the baby , ❜ she exclaims in some DIRE sense of defeat! ( after all, she’d been winning this time. ) though, the latter option is murmured with the scrunch of her nose ; purely out of distaste. ❛ ── ‘nd you SCARED MYCAH , you stupid . ❜
THE LION KING SENTENCE STARTERS . ⇢ accepting .
✦ | 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠 * 𝐒𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬
❛ life’s not fair , is it ?❜
❛ perhaps you shouldn’t turn your back on me. ❜
❛ i wouldn’t dream of challenging you. ❜
❛ let an old pro show you how it’s done. ❜
❛ i never get to go anywhere. ❜
❛ well … forgive me for not leaping for joy. ❜
❛ i … am a genius. ❜
❛ i walk on the wild side. i laugh in the face of danger. ❜
❛ hey ! why don’t you pick on somebody your own size ? ❜
❛ i thought you were very brave. ❜
❛ i was just trying to be brave like you. ❜
❛ being brave doesn’t mean you go looking for trouble. ❜
❛ we’ll always be together , right ? ❜
❛ i’m surrounded by idiots. ❜
❛ i don’t think you really deserve this. ❜
❛ if i told you , it wouldn’t be a surprise , now would it ? ❜
❛ it was an accident , i … i didn’t mean for it to happen. ❜
❛ what am i gonna do ? ❜
❛ that’s the stupidest thing i ever heard. ❜
❛ bad things happen , and you can’t do anything about it. ❜
❛ when the world turns its back on you , you turn your back on the world. ❜
❛ hakuna matata. it means no worries. ❜
❛ who told you something like that ? ❜
❛ was it something i said ? ❜
❛ is it really you ? ❜
❛ you don’t know how much this will mean to everyone … what it means to me. ❜
❛ no one needs me. ❜
❛ you’re our only hope ! ❜
❛ you know , you’re starting to sound like my father. ❜
❛ listen , you think you can just show up and tell me how to live my life ? you don’t even know what i’ve been through ! ❜
❛ you said you’d always be there for me ! ❜
❛ what’s that supposed to mean , anyway ? ❜
❛ you are more than what you have become. ❜
❛ remember who you are. ❜
❛ oh yes , the past can hurt. but the way i see it , you can either run from it , or … learn from it. ❜
❛ i didn’t want to believe you. ❜
❛ i finally got some sense knocked into me. ❜
❛ if i don’t fight for it , who will ? ❜
❛ what do you want me to do ? dress in drag and do the hula ? ❜
❛ give me one good reason why i shouldn’t rip you apart. ❜
❛ must it all end in violence ? ❜
❛ you don’t deserve to live. ❜
❛ why should i believe you ? everything you ever told me was a lie. ❜
❛ i can fight jus’ FINE on my own , i don’t need your help ! ❜ and just so, for as easy as she might take a breath, the young girl’s body glides into the water dancer’s stance ; blade drawn. ❛ i learned from syrio forrel , the first sword of braavos - ‘nd he w’os the greatest swordsman who ever lived , ever . ❜
𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 . ⇢ 𝚖𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 .
🐺 I’ve got a needle of my own.
———— MAKE ME A WATER DANCER AND A WOLF AND NOT AFRAID AGAIN , EVER ! / HIGHLY SELECTIVE AND PRIVATE ARYA STARK OF GRRM’S A SONG OF ICE AND FIRE , LEFT WILD BY GHOST .
𝙵𝙰𝙲𝙴 : 𝙹𝚈𝙽 𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙾 .
“ 𝙾𝙽𝙻𝚈 𝙸𝙵 𝚆𝙴 𝙶𝙴𝚃 𝙲𝙰𝚄𝙶𝙷𝚃. ”
𝑨 𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑽𝒀 𝑺𝑰𝑮𝑯 , ( inhale , exhale. ) and what escapes past her lips sounds more a growl than any whispering breath. the child has run a long time, her knees are young and yet they’re e x h a u s t e d .. her fingers were rough and calloused and dirty, too, and seemed perhaps too accustomed to holding on to that blaster. jyn too, she thinks, though it doesn’t seem to make it any easier. ( swift as a snake, quiet as a shadow ... ) ❛ i hope you can be real quick, and real quiet - if you get caught, i ain’t coming back for you. ❜ a lie, and one so unconvincing it makes her feel stupid just to say it. ❛ .. we can do this. ❜
WHY DO YOU HURT?
YOU WERE MEANT TO.
it was built into you. designed for you. there is pain here because it was meant for you, and how fucking dare they. your suffering is not their right. you hurt because they gave you ways to suffer and carved it into you when you could not breathe, because the intention always was that they could weaponize your pain against you. it is Yours. you are yours. how fucking dare they. they cannot make you theirs; do not let them try.
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