— SANSA STARK

let it be known to all; the shewolf in the north is one to be fearful of.

[skyvalkers]

character aesthetics: sansa stark (3/3): steel 

“I am Sansa Stark of Winterfell. This is my home. And you can’t frighten me.”

[pollymartiniano]

favorite female characters in asoiaf: sansa stark

“My skin has turned to porcelain, to ivory, to steel”

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“alright, the winner is granted with bragging rights acquired for as long as they wish.” a smirk decorated her pink lips. ”you better ready dear brother, because you won’t be able to beat me at this.” the red haired lady leaned forward into her horse, more than ready for the race to begin.  @ofwolfs 

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“lady cersei.” she gave the older lady a bow before continuing to speak. she had hoped to bump into the lannuster, she looked up to her greatly. ”i hope everything is to your liking here at winterfel. my mother extends her gratitude for visiting. did you enjoy the feast?” @lcdycersei

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“lady roslin, i was just about to take my horse for a ride. would you be interested in accompanying me? the woods look magnificent in this season.” @rcslinfrey

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“jeyne! jeyne!” the fire-kissed lady pulled up her dress as she ran to her friend. “i’ve got some very interesting news!” @noblewest

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“well i do believe i haven’t had the time to greet you yet my lady. forgive me for such late niceties ━  welcome to winterfell !! “ @ofhouseswann

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ironwcrn:

@shesawclf​

        ‘            what  do  you  think  ?  ?  the  SILVER  headband  or  the  red  ,  sansa  ?  ?  ’

“the red definitely, without question-” she smiled as she grabbed the red one and offered it to the brunette. “how come you’re getting all dressed up?”

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starter call !! 

[elvndork]

■ Sansa Stark moodboard

My skin has turned to porcelain, to ivory, to steel.

[elena-gilbert]

random gifs of sansa stark (3/?)

[wulfhalls]

I’ll make them  l o v e  m e

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mercifulsquire:

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           “ why i have such fondness of the northmen so much is because of this; ”  he waved the hand that cupped a goblet of wine in the general direction of the filled hall,   “ the laughter and the songs, the MERRIMENT. ”   gared smiled, face flushed with the effects of alcohol,    “ lady stark is indeed a good host. ”

HER SMILE was from ear to ear. and in fact, her face was hurting from smiling too much. she had heard here and there that the feast was magnificent. and she couldn’t be happier. “i’ll make sure to let her know of your gratitude.” she got a plate of lemon cakes and offered them to the other. “lemon cake?”

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steelwcters:

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              “ if i had known that the northern houses held feasts like this, i’d have come a long time ago. ”   he grinned, half-drunk on the wine they had shared out in generous flagons,   “ i must remember to return to my room at the inn - or simply sleep where i FALL.  we shall see. ”

“YOU ARE always welcome sir.” she said with a small smile and a bow.  she liked hearing that people were enjoying the feast. she had helped her mother with a small portion of it. “if you would like i could get a knight to keep an eye on you for the night? make sure you get to your room safely?”

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aiguiille:

The great hall was buzzing with music and laughter – it was true that Winterfell had never been more alive. Arya tugged at her sleeve in an a n x i o u s manner as she walked into the room, feeling the weight of the gown slowing her down.  She appreciated Sansa’s help to get ready, but the elegant hair and the beautiful dress wasn’t her. Giving a good impression had never been one of her priorities, she simply w i s h e d for a good night with her friends and family. She reached for a goblet of wine and smiled at the person next to the table. “I heard there are apple and cheese cakes. Those are my favorite.”

THE OLDER STARK walked beside her sister. elegance engulfing her body. her hair done the northern way and her dress of the stark colours. she had her hands positioned in front of her- like a true lady. she saw the tugging of her sister and and she let out a small laugh. arya never really liked dresses. in fact sansa and her sister were quite opposite but stil the bond with them remains strong. “don’t tug your dress it will break.” the words were accompanied with a gentle laugh. she took a seat beside her sister and smiled at the people around her. she would dance with all of them if she could. “i know, i made the cooks bake extra so that you eat as many as you wish.”

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daivasalgia:

          they patiently gulp down another mouthful of wine, a gag follows and a shiver passes through them. aislin had always despised the taste of wine, finding the way it burned to be undesirable. they avoided the drink when possible, though here in the middle of the feast, they felt obligated. again, they press the cup to their lips, forcing the rest of the drink down their throat. their eyes squeeze shut, their face contorts into an expression of disgust.  “d a m n.” they hiss.

A WORRIED look flashes across the fire kissed girl. she had watched the expression of the lady in front of her turn from patient to disgust. she had helped her mother pick the wine. and this. this was exactly what she feared. dislike in wine which may lead the people to dislike the party. “oh no- is it the wine? i can have it changed for you if you like. we’ve got others.” 

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ironwcrn:

T A L I A   had stepped foot in the keep many times before …  y e t  ,  it had never been this lively.  people bumped into each other  continuously , issuing a quick apology before going on their way. the food was evenly distributed           it seemed like the cold barely bothered anyone with the mead in their belly.  the music was a soothing tune to her ears , her fingers wrapped around a goblet , the red liquid of  W I N E  faded in the background.   it was a favorable night.  she had taken a spot away from the crowd  ,  lips attached to the metal of the cup , allowing the wine to find entrance , the burning in her throat soothing.   ‘   - SORRY , am i in your way ? ?   ’

A CELEBRATION ! sansa could not be more happier at the news. she had helped her mother set up the hall. she had never seen so many candles in one room. she placed the table clothes and the flowers. she had helped the cooks in the kitchen, it was a busy place. the cooks were running and shouting and all she did was chop some vegetables. nonetheless, she still helped them out. she hired the musicians. cat and her went all over town to find the best music players. and the most important job of all, helped her sister get ready. it was a struggle but they made it work. she made her rounds in the room, noble lord there, noble lady here. she was excited to meet so many new people but she was missing her old friends. she looked around the corners of the room, trying to find her confidant. she finally found the familiar face and rushed up to her in excitement. “there you are! what are you doing her by yourself? im sure elton is wanting a dance.”