* / 𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖉 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

dependent sansa stark,   for vixerehq. idealized by mowgli.

[satinwulf]

✦ ▓ AND WHO GOES THERE? oh, it’s just [ SANSA STARK ]. some say [ HER ] resemblance to [ AHN HEEYEON ] is almost uncanny, but the [ TWENTY-SIX ] year old has been in the capital for [ TWENTY-SIX YEARS ]. many suspect that they are the notorious [ ASSOCIATE ] of the [ STARK ] family: perhaps that has made them [ RESERVED ] && [ CIRCUMSPECT ] of late, when they used to be so [  WHIMSICAL ] && [ SANGUINE ]. during the daylight hours, [ SANSA ] can be found working as a [ FASHION DESIGNER & BOUTIQUE OWNER ], but when night falls over king’s landing, they are best remembered listening to [ THE ARCHER BY TAYLOR SWIFT ]. may the gods be with them in these dark streets. ( mowgli. twenty-four. cst. she/hers. )

STATISTICS.

full name:  sansa  elethea  stark.

moniker / nickname: princess,   sans.

gender && pronouns: cisfemale,      she / hers.

dob && age: december 23,   1994.     26.

zodiac sign: capricorn.

ethnicity: korean.

sexual orientation: bisexual.

romantic orientation: biromantic.

mafia affiliation: associate  to  the  stark  family  via  familial  ties   -   sansa  does  NOT  partake  in  anything  further  than  simply  being  known  as  a  stark.

occupational history: former  socialite  turned  fashion  designer.      current  owner  of  the  satin  wolf,      an  upscale  boutique  featuring  her  designs.

financial status: sansa  comes  from  wealth,      but  has  also  amassed  her  own  funds  through  her  business   -   albeit,      it  is  easy  to  do  so  when  you  don’t  have  to  pay  rent.

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE.

face claim: ahn  heeyeon,   ‘hani’.

height: five feet,   eight  inches.

physical build: tall  and  slim;   sansa  is  not  very  toned  nor  muscled,       her  body  is  very  much  so  smooth  lines  and  long  limbs.

eye colour and shape:  brown,      almond.

hair colour and style: currently  strawberry  blonde,   formerly  many  different  colors,    as  sansa  expressed  herself  through  having  it  dyed  previously.       it  is  often  worn  straight  and  down  when  she  isn’t  working,      and  pulled  into  a  messy  bun  when  she  is!

usual expression: stoic.

accent and speech style: sansa  has  a  very  soft  voice,       very  saccharine  and  sweet  by  its  very  nature.        she  has  no  blatant  accent,     and  speaks  often  in  run  on  sentences.

distinguishing marks / characteristics: any scars, tattoos, piercings.

clothing style: very  street  chic  but  also  dependent  on  the  occasion   -   she  dresses  for  the  life  she  wants  to  have  and  live.

jewellery and accessories: earrings,   necklaces,   hats,   scarves   -   any  and  everything  is  on  the  table  when  it  comes  to  accessorizing  the  perfect  outfit.        sansa  never  considers  herself  fully  dressed  without  her  apple  watch,      earrings,      and  a  silver  wolf’s  head  locket  necklace.  

FAMILY:

father: eddard stark.

mother: catelyn stark,      nee  tully.

siblings, if any: robb,      arya,      bran,      rickon.

extended relations: hoster  &  minisa  tully,     edmure  tully,      brandon  stark,      lyanna  stark,      benjen  stark.

significant other(s): none,   currently.    formerly  a  fiance.

children: none.

household pet(s): a  female  merle  great  dane  named  boleyn,   “bo”  for  short.

FAVOURITES.

colour: blue.

weather: a sunny,   but  cool  fall  day.

food item:  red  velvet  cupcakes.

beverage: peach lemonade.

time of day: mid - evening.

television genre: drama.

PERSONALITY.

hobbies: painting,     baking,      reading   -   and  occasionally  writing.

pet peeves: sansa  loathes  loud  chewers,      people  who  refuse  to  put  effort  into  their  outward  appearance,      and  people  who  think  ketchup  and  ranch  go  on  everything   -   or  anything  at  all.

phobias: spiders,      rats,      snakes.

allergies: penicillin.

mbti type: enfj,    the  protagonist.

enneagram type: 4w3,      the  enthusiast.

positive traits: whimsical,      sanguine,      clever.

negative traits: reserved,      circumspect,      fretful.

morning routine: up  by  seven,      morning  walk  with  her  dog,      shower,      breakfast,    begin  work  by  nine,      sharp.

beauty routine: multi - stepped,   always  beginning  with  primers  and  concealers.        sansa  is  a  bit  of  a  makeup  enthusiast;      even  if  she’s  just  at  home  working,      she  prefers  to  have  some  level  of  it  on,      as  she  feels  it’s  yet  another  creative  and  artistic  outlet   . . .    even  if  it  is  just  for  herself.

sleeping habits: sansa  has  always  been  a  heavy,      deep  sleeper,      even  as  a  child.        she  can  fall  asleep  in  the  blink  of  an  eye,      and  be  out  for  hours  without  even  a  hint  of  discomfort.        she  used  to  be  the  person  who  was  up  all  night,      and  tended  to  sleep  all  day   -   now  she’s  asleep  by  8:30pm  most  nights  and  up  by  7:00am.

living space && home: a  high  rise  loft  apartment,      kept  impeccably  clean  and  decorated  in  a  modern  contemporary  style,      with  many  hues  of  gray  and  light  pastels.

all  the  king’s  horses  and  all  the  king’s  men  couldn’t  put  me  together  again,      ‘cause  all  of  my  enemies  started  out  friends.

sansa  attended  king’s  way  college  and  graduated  with  a  bachelor’s  degree  of  fine  arts,    having  majored  in  fashion  design.        her  graduation  present  was  the  satin  wolf,      a  boutique  of  her  own  to  showcase  her  designs.        it  is  located  in  neutral  territory,      and  operated  by  staff  hand  selected  by  sansa  herself.  

the  death  of  hoster  tully  was  a  sad  affair  for  her,      and  yet,      sansa’s  grief  was  also  met  with  a  sense  of  relief.        that  with  her  grandfather  no  longer  pulling  strings,      the  pressure  of  being  brought  into  a  life  she  did  not  want  might  wain.

it  is  her  intent  to  never  become  involved  further  than  she  is  currently  with  any  of  the  syndicates,    even  her  own  family’s.

dancing  under  lights  since  she  was  seventeen.     her  brain’s  flooded  with  ketamine,     high  from  every  party,      low  from  self - esteem;     it’s  selfish  but  she  never  sleep.       honestly,      she  needs  a  little  sympathy.

the  socialite  daughter,      beautiful  and  charming,      always  interested  in  the  next  party   -   the  next  event.        sansa  had  a  penchant  for  attention,      late  nights  spent  out  drinking  and  dancing  even  when  she  less  than  legal;      it  made  her  feel  happy,      feel  free.        it  was  a  way  to  forget  that  things  could  be  dark  and  grim   -   to  forget  that  her  parents,      her  siblings,     nearly  everyone  she  knew  was  involved  in  a  lifestyle  that  made  her  stomach  curl.       so  she  danced  and  partied,      smiled  wide  for  pictures,     found  a  boyfriend  that  enjoyed  the  same  things  she  did   -   one  who  wasn’t  interested  in  what  her  family’s  name  could  do  for  him   . . .   or  so  she  thought.        when  he  asked  her  to  marry  him,      she  cried  tears  of  joy,      and  things  were  perfect.        just  like  they  always  were  for  sansa.

until  one  night  a  few  months  ago,      when  she  and  her  fiance  were  leaving  a  club   -   drunk  and  stumbling,      clinging  to  his  arm  with  practiced  ease    . . .   when  two  rough  hands  that  weren’t  his  pulled  her  away.        into  a  darkened  alley,      where  accomplices  met  and  held  her  at  knife-point.        they  wanted  to  know  about  her  father.        her  uncles.        her  mother,     aunts,      grandfather.        stark  plans,      stark  anything   -   gravely  voices  that  wondered  how  many  pretty  pennies  they  could  get  if  they  just  took  her  off  the  streets  now.       held  her  until  they  paid,      and  maybe  they’d  just  kill  her  anyways.       the  rough  brick  of  the  building  at  her  back  digs  into  unmarred  skin,      leaving  it  scratched  and  red   -   prick  of  a  blade  just  centimetres  away  from  the  flesh  of  her  neck,      threatening  to  cut  it  open  and  leave  her  bloody.

she  can’t  figure  out  where  he  is,      the  man  who’s  supposed  to  love  her   -   seemingly  vanished  into  thin  air  the  minute  things  had  turned  sour.        sansa  is  convinced  of  the  worst,      mascara  tears  trailing  down  her  cheeks,      because  this  must  be  it.        the  end  of  it  all.

reprieve  is  the  sight  of  one  man,     then  two,      crumpling  to  the  ground.        a  familiar  face  appearing  in  the  dimly  lit  alley  as  the  knife  at  her  throat  clatters  to  the  ground  and  her  freedom  is  given.        alive  but  shaken,      sansa  hasn’t  been  the  same  since.

i  used  to  be  a  darling  starlet  like  a  centerpiece.       had  the  whole  world  wrapped  around  my  ring.      i  flew  too  closely  to  the  sun  that’s  setting  in  the  east,       and  now  i’m  melting  from  my  wings.

returning  to  a  normal  life  post  incident   -   post  trauma   -   has  been  easier  said  than  done.        now  reclusive  in  nature,      stowing  herself  away  for  days  in  her  high  rise  loft  apartment,      sightings  of  the  eldest  stark  daughter  are  said  to  be  few  and  far  between.        she  no  longer  frequents  her  own  boutique,      working  instead  from  home  and  through  various  intermediates  to  ensure  everything  is  well  controlled;      sansa  only  appears  when  it’s  absolutely  necessary,      when  business  requires  a  gentle,     steady  hand  and  cannot  be  managed  from  afar.        

custom  designs  are  still  available,     but  often  very   hard  to  come  by.        sansa  is  incredibly  selective  with  who  she’ll  meet  in  person  with,      and  thus,      only  those  who  can  guarantee  her  trust  have  been  able  to  get  them.

sansa  does,      however,      outfit  most  of  the  stark  syndicate  in  gear  that  is  both  fashionable  and  functional.        including  safety  measures   &   fabric  a  little  more  durable  than  most.        this  is  generally  the  extent  of  what  she’s  willing  to  do  for  the  syndicate,      the  idea  of  being  involved  in  violence  is  absolutely  terrifying  to  her,      especially  after  everything  she  went  through  without  even  being  more  than  a  child  of  known  members.

she  still  is  unaware  of  her  ex-fiance’s  involvement  in  the  attempted  abduction   -   if  he  was  working  along  with  the  men,      or  if  he  was  just  cowardly  enough,     uncaring  enough  to  have  let  her  be  pulled  from  his  arms.        she  hasn’t  spoken  to  him  much,      outside  of  ending  their  relationship  as  a  whole,      the  truth  isn’t  worth  the  extra  pain  it  may  cause,      or  so  she’s  convinced  herself  for  now.

wanted  connections  !!     i  may  send  some  of  these  into  the  main  after  a  bit  if  they  aren’t  filled  just  because  i’m  #needy.

judas    . . .      this  would  be  sansa’s  ex - fiance!      i  did  write  it  off  a  tweaked  and  modernized  version  of  her  relationship  with  joffrey  but  it  definitely  doesn’t  have  to  be  him.         their  relationship  was  seemingly  picture  perfect   -   and  likely  too  good  to  be  true.         they  were  frequent  party  and  club  attendees  together,      and  truly,      was  based  off  of  the  fact  that  being  together  was  akin  to  the  high  that  came  with  endless  drinks  and  fun.        ideally,      he  would  have  just  been  using  sansa  to  hopefully  siphon  information  or  even  to  gain  an  in  to  the  stark  family   -   the  possibilities  are  endless  and  i’m  ??   here  for  them?       sansa  romanticized  the  fuck  out  of  him  and  their  relationship,      ignoring  any  and  all  warning  signs  until  things  went  bad  the  night  of  the  after  club  incident.        essentially  she’s  ghosted  him,      aside  from  mailing  back  his  ring  and  a  letter  telling  him  it  was,      in  very  few  words,      over.      the  finer  details  are  very  much  so  up  for  discussion  and  interpretation  so  y’know,      run  wild.

white  horse   . . .      whomever  saved  sansa  from  the  alley   -   no  gender  requirements  because  we  love  equal  opportunity  ass  kickers  in  this  house.       they  had  at  the  very  least  an  acquaintanceship  with  sansa  in  the  past  and  after  their  act  of  heroism,     sansa’s  sort  of  attached  herself  to  them  in  a  very  idealized  way?      not  necessarily  romantically  but  very  clingy,     she  doesn’t  want  to  be  a  burden  but  also  it’s  very  hard  for  her  to  not  instinctively  shift  into  thinking  of  them  as  her  protector  and  she  just  needs  and  wants  to  feel  safe   . . .   all  of  the  time.        taken  by  dacey  mormont.

pink  pony  club   . . .     sansa’s  #squad.      their  relationship(s)  may  be  slightly  strained  from  sansa  shifting  into  recluse  mode,    but  ultimately  they  would  be  the  people  she  spent  the  most  time  with  previously.      dancing,    studying,    coffee  dates,    all  of  the  close  friend  things.      bonus  points  for  friendships  from  childhood  to  now,    because  we  all  need  the  montage  of  childhood  sleepovers  to  sansa  showing  up  at  their  house  at  6:00  in  the  morning  because  she  can’t  sleep  and  she  brought  coffee,    also  do  they  have  time  to  talk  about  how  she  can’t  stop  shaking  and  she  just  needs  a  hug.

also  if  you’ve  made  it  this  far,      ‘sup  i’m  mowgli  and  i  told  myself  i  wasn’t  allowed  to  join  the  discord  until  i  finished  my  intro  because  i  have  the  attention  span  of  a  goldfish  and  it  still  took  me  all  day   ??     anyways,     i’m  gonna  be  sneaking  myself  on  in  there  soon  but  y’all  can  feel  free  to  also  just  add  me  @  mohglee#0602  ty ty <3

[satinwulf]

𝒅𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒚   .

@satinwulf​

Dacey’s whispers were a mix between praying to the Gods and cursing them in equal measure.  Who in the hell made the rule that black tie meant heels anyways?  “Hey, you!” she hissed at Sansa after spotting her only a few feet away.  “I thought you said these were comfortable!” Her tone was accusatory, feeling betrayed by her fashionista of a friend.  Dacey had been able to weasel her way out of wearing a dress and into a svelte, black suit, but hadn’t been able to escape the death contraption that were heels.  “You either need to get me drunk enough that I don’t care anymore of kill me right now.  As a friend you owe me that much.”

“      dacey,      i   -      ”        blinking  wildly  as  the  other  approaches  her,      sansa’s  nose  wrinkles  before  a  giggle  squeaks  out  between  red  stained  lips.        “      they’re  not  even  that  bad!      ”        and  really,      one  glance  down  at  the  heels  adorning  her  own  outfit  shows  that  she’d  at  least  tried  to  take  dacey’s  inexperience  with  heels  into  consideration.        gentle  hand  extended  out  to  rest  on  her  forearm   -   a  steadying  measure  for  the  woman  who’d  done  far  more  for  sansa  than  she  could  ever  repay  her  for.        “      c’mon,      i’ll  get  you  however  many  drinks  you  want.      ”        she  figures  it  is  the  least  she  can  do,      to  help  ease  the  strain  and  make  sure  she’s  actually  enjoying  herself.        “      you  like  the  suit  though,      right?      ”        an  easier  question  as  she  latches  onto  dacey’s  wrist  and  tugs  her  in  the  direction  of  the  bar.

[hanified]

this look !!

[satinwulf]

𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒚𝒏  .

She often thought that she’d done more than her fair share of schmoozing over the years and was always so reluctant to still do it time and time again. If the evening had simply been for the families then she would have easily dropped her act but the public being present did make it all somewhat trickier. For the most part she’d been successful in dodging those that she really didn’t want to engage with but finally her gaze fell on someone that she did want to speak to. “Sansa.” The warmth that filled her tone had always been reserved solely for her children and she’d never had any issue in making her fondness known. “I know it’s for charity but don’t go gambling all your hard earned money away.” She was teasing really, hoping that her daughter would be sensible enough while also being sure that she was. But she couldn't help but be suspicious about the evening when the whole idea seemed too good to be true.

@satinwulf​

admittedly,      she  doesn’t  really  want  to  be  here.        would  much  rather  to  have  spent  yet  another  night  curled  up  in  bed  as  opposed  to  mingling   -   but  it  was  for  charity,     and  margaery,     and  really,      could  she  have  truly  passed  up  the  opportunity  to  slip  into  one  of  the  few  designs  she’d  held  onto  for  herself?        fingertips  wrapped  daintily  around  the  stem  of  her  champagne  glass,      absentminded  and  only  nodding  to  the  voices  bubbling  around  her,      sansa  doesn’t  come  to  until  her  mother’s  gentility  floats  through  the  void.        “     mom.      ”        a  wide,      warm  red  smile  stretches  across  her  features  and  is  subsequently  followed  by  a  smattering  of  laughter.        “     right,     because  i’m  the  child  you  should  be  lecturing  about  sensibility.      ”        once  upon  a  time,     maybe   -   just  maybe,     but  with  the  rest  of  the  stark  brood  bound  to  be  out  and  about  tonight,      sansa  was  fairly  certain  she  should  be  the  least  of  catelyn’s  worries.        “      i  promise  not  to  do  too  much  damage  to  my  bank  account   -   i  wasn’t  really  planning  to  stay  long  anyways.        ”

[satinwulf]

𝒐𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒏𝒂  .

OPEN

a trail of cigar smoke escapes from the seal of her lips as she holds the vintage cuban in her lungs a little longer. it’s smooth going in but prickles at the edges of her chest, settling in like a temperamental beast laid to rest. she exhales and watches as the puff dissipates into the evening, the smell of it fragrant but not too strong on the open balcony she had gone off to. olenna raises a glass of cognac to her lips, stopping midway when she sees movement out of the corner of her eye.  ‘ if you’re trying to sneak around me, think again, ’  she says.  ‘ i may be old but i’m still of perfect health — vision and all. ’ 

it  hadn’t  been  so  much  sneaking  as  it  was  careful  avoidance   -   or  so  sansa’d  thought  as  she  had  attempted  to  skirt  wide  around  where  olenna  had  been  enjoying  her  time  on  the  balcony.        but  flowing  black  lace  had  a  way  of  catching  eyes,      glitter  sparking  recognition  when  the  light  hit  it  just  right.        startled  into  a  halt,      wide  brown  eyes  settle  carefully  onto  the  older  woman’s  frame.        “      would  you  believe  me  if  i  said  i  had  only  been  trying  to  not  disturb  you?        you  looked  rather  involved.      ”        and  smoke  latches  to  fabric  like  a  magnet  to  a  fridge.        and  olenna  has  always  been  terrifying.        “      besides,      i  doubt  you’d  want  my  company  anyways.        i’m  not  very  exciting.      ”        

[satinwulf]

location:      the  satin  wolf,      neutral  territory. when:      mid - evening. status:      open.

some  things  simply  had  to  be  done  on  your  own.        it  isn’t  that  sansa  doesn’t  trust  her  myriad  of  employees,      she’d  not  have  hired  them  if  she  hadn’t  thought  them  capable  of  doing  what  needed  to  be  done   . . .   but  the  overwhelming  insistence  that  things  needed  to  be  placed  just  right   -   done  just  so,      meant  that  she  at  least  thought  a  quick  overview  was  in  order.        not  to  mention  the  new  pieces  that  needed  to  be  delivered  and  priced;      hung  up  and  displayed,      styled  in  ways  that  brought  interest  instead  of  disgust.        that  is  what  drives  her  to  come  in  tonight,      after  the  boutique’s  closed  for  the  evening  and  attention  is  few  and  far  between.        because  no  one’s  interested  in  clothes  when  a  thriving  nightlife  has  more  to  offer  a  few  blocks  over.

the  jingle  of  the  bell  above  the  door  sends  a  shiver  down  her  spine,      hands  freezing  their  work  almost  immediately  as  a  low  grumble  emits  from  the  large  dog  at  her  heels.        it’s  her  own  fault   -   sansa’d  had  her  hands  full  earlier,      between  boleyn’s  leash  and  the  garment  bags  of  new  designs,      locking  the  door  behind  her  had  been  her  intention  but   . . .    it  was  too  late  for  that  now.        “      sorry,      we’re  closed.      ”        gentle,      hint  of  a  tremor  as  she  hangs  one  last  dress  then  reaches  down  to  slip  long  fingers  into  boleyn’s  collar  before  she  finally  lifts  her  gaze  to  the  intruder.        trespasser.        the  words  don’t  matter  so  much  as  the  intent,      but  even  still  sansa’s  struggling  to  hold  her  own  ground.        “      that’s  what  the  closed  sign  means,      in  case  you  didn’t  know.      ”