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indie sansa stark rp book & show influenced mun is of age SLOW REPLY / LOW ACTIVITY written by kass

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She hated the Hound for leaving her here, especially since her Aunt was dead so she had no real reason to be here. Yet, he’d said something about how they were still willing to pay for her, and then had walked off with a bag of gold. Which was stupid, considering that now that her Aunt was dead, who had paid her ransom, her cousin? Either way, she was now being led to the keep, and she felt a sense of unease overcome her, as she realized that the girl who was now approaching her looked familiar. The words Lady Stark left her lips, and her eyes narrowed in suspicion, “Do not call me that” she wasn’t a lady, especially not dressed in the way that she was, and dirty since it had been at least a week since she’d been able to properly clean herself. She hadn’t had  proper bath in months. “A lot of people thought I was dead, I was just well hidden. What’s your name?” she sounded familiar, almost like Sansa, but wasn’t Sansa still in Kings Landing. 

Just as expected, her heart tightens , as still striking Tully blues takes in the one before her. She’s a bit taller now, and much messier than before. But it hardly matters. Already Sansa can feel her throat tighten, a saltiness upon her tongue as tears are held back. Fingers curling gently around the more worn fabric of her clothing, she is ALAYNE STONE, with no connection to the Stark name except pity for what has befallen upon them . There’s a carefully stitched cover, which bounds must prove stronger than any familial urge. Familiarity must be squashed. “ What shall I call you then ? ” Alayne Stone would not challenge Arya as much as a sister would . “ Alayne , my name is Alayne- Stone. ”  adding it as an afterthought, a pause before a bow of her head, to prevent a look in the eyes. Though she must wonder if her voice needed masking as well . “--- If there’s anything I can do to make your stay more comfortable ,” you deserve every comfort, for all you’ve been through, I cannot imagine .  but words remain unspoken, stunted by a farce, by an adapted identity forced upon her to survive. 

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“You’re a survivor. It’s written all over your body.”

@traciandroid ||  this pinterest quote meme

“ Hardly-” turning traitor to a multi-million dollar company held much more danger than she had originally predicted.  her observations and research came to an end, all closed and cleansed with an op-ed submitted. and under a name, - HER NAME - proving far more powerful than the safer of anonymous. The name of Stark- held in high regard to those in Cyberlife .  At least until she attacked, with written word. with the power of truth . forced to run and having found her way to Jericho. To truly witness what had been created- not just machines but HUMANITY. with emotion, a sort of family, and love. her heart bleeding to watch each of them - guilt for every hand held in this.  Sansa had been a fool, played under the concept of making a difference,  the saviors turning out to be the villains of the story all along. These androids- the victims, but now heroes. 

“ You have it more so. With bravery to match .” fingers lace through her own autumnal tendrils, coping with anxieties , aware of how all around her had more than enough reason to hate her . “ I admire that,    North.” 

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“game of thrones has been an incredible journey for me over the past 10 years and i feel hugely honored to have been nominated in such an incredibly strong category and alongside some of my closest friends. i have immense admiration for my fellow nominees.” – sophie turner

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@steeledstark  //  starter call

❝ 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄,  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐊.  Shouldn’t you be back in your tower by now? ❞  There is time yet before curfew ; Pansy counts the minutes.  It’s unfortunate,  but only for Sansa  –  the day has been long,  too long,  and there is not yet an end in sight.  She is tired and frustrated and too many emotions she doesn’t want to deal with right now,  and so the Head Girl has stationed herself in the middle of the third floor,  prepared to harass whoever steps in her path.

❝ No,  wait,  stay  –  how are your little siblings doing?  Arya,  Bran?  What’s the littlest one… Rickon,  right? ❞  A sly smile is tugging at her lips,  voice filled with false sympathy,  and she leans with her back against the wall,  arms crossed loosely over her middle.  ❝ Must be terribly difficult for them,  after your father died. ❞

Sansa needs to bite her tongue, - should Pansy not be in her dungeons ?  “ I got carried away, I am heading there now---” at least in her tower, she had windows and the star-filled sky, a longing to FLY , but devotion to this place, to those she cared for, it was what shackled the Stark girl.  And any opportunity, to act with the most subtle traces for DEFIANCE ,  as darkness took hold in a place which had always seemed impenetrable .  It should not surprise her, the true fragility of what always seemed stable, especially after her father’s death .   

She was all for playing nice, for the courtesies which she relied upon- at least until FAMILY had been pulled into it. Her grip ever-so-tightening around her textbooks, stance straightening slightly, she could nearly bare her teeth- sharpened for when her pack was threatened. “ It was, difficult. But there’s something about the Stark name- there’s RESILIENCE to it. They’ve found ways to cope, we all have. Perhaps even a way to rise from the darkness. ” vibrant hues meeting hers, meeting the challenge. Showing her skin, not so much porcelain as before- now more steeled. & out of everyone, it would not be the likes of Pansy Parkinson to send her spiraling . “ We have each other, but I’m sure you know how vital it is, sometimes it is those around you who keep you afloat . I thank you for your concern though. ” 

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HEADS UP, updated my blog and my rules to highlight slow-reply and low activity .

Thank you everyone to sticking around & your patience !

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HOME ,  a battle hard fought for this idea she had felt sick for . Regret and nostalgia left a stain of bitterness upon her tongue,  one taken upon herself for forcefully  sweeten .  Always so much harder on herself, for the mistake of a CHILD , when there would be much more understanding afforded to anyone else .  But the past, it felt lifetimes ago now that she had safety within these castle walls . The sigil of Stark made her heart burst with glee , and the familiar spots of memories. Of castles built in the snow,  lemoncakes consumed,  laughter shared between even sisters .  All of it equally healing as saddening.  & Sansa senses to no longer be alone. Turning to the one declared KING  ( and she is proud, really - happy for him if it is what he so desires .  Despite what negative seeds Lord Baelish tries to plant,  Sansa does not want to be Queen.  Being home is enough, with a STARK by her side , and Jon is a Stark. In her eyes, a full brother ) .  Understanding and forgiveness had been reached between them,  and her smile warms the room .  Turning to look over the now empty hall , “ I never thought we would be home . . .  do you remember the feasts ? even up here, the BEST lemoncakes . ” her smile, it sobers only slightly, eyes meeting his “ Sometimes, I wish we had more fond memories to look back on, I know, I’ve said it before. But I am sorry . . . truly. ”

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ASOIAF CHALLENGE ♛ {1/3} major characters ↦ sansa stark

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@odysseusnostos || starter call || for medusa

" I’ve heard you even have the capability to raise the dead ? Or more so, it is your god which allows such .  ” her voice soft, hardly audible to those around. Little attention is paid in their direction - toward the foreigner and the traitor’s daughter. As if looking at the two of them reminded the rest of hard truths.  Too upfront about the cruelty and disregard shown to those who did not  belong .  & in this moment, Sansa is grateful to be ignored. Even in the slightest, fabric of lies could be stripped , leaving her bare to her emotions . “ How does that work ? ” it’s chilling, the thought of raising the dead. But what  Sansa would give to see him again . Did the loss of one’s head prevent the miracle-works of this higher power ? . . .  if this religion was not a scam, built upon falsities and poisoning hope . 

      & how humiliating, to have Tully hues dancing with naive hope,  has she not learned ? 

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@shexquisite​ || shorter sc || for china . 

many whispered, of the stronghold of knowledge. It was not just any library, Winterfell’s hardly compared- perhaps this one could even rival that of Oldtown. A different sort of knowledge within its depths & pages, at least according to the stories. Hardly fair to be placed as comparison .  Knowledge was power, and with growing strength there was a severe LACK of strategy. It had been what brought Sansa there, Brienne close by her side along with other trusted bannermen, the likes of which that helped the rising wolf take back her home . And now, she needed all the help she could get to protect it. Eyes locked upon the other, if the magic about her was any indication- these books may have just what they needed. But a painted smile, a show of courtesies “ Thank you again, my lady, for your hospitality. It means more than I can even express ---” all spoken in sincerity , it’s a bit of a relief after all the convincing and skepticism which she has been met with thus far, both by extraordinary circumstance and that of being a woman. “Where do you stand on belief, when it comes to an army of the undead ?” 

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I’ll ask you a few questions and I want you to picture whatever comes to mind first. You might want to close your eyes.

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@willedivine​​ || orphan black au !! || “ short “ sc

“My mum used to always say there was nothing a cup of tea couldn’t fix,”  masking the accent with an americanized song developed over time. Though the sentiments remained revealing and certain vowels betrayed a carefully sewn-together cover.   Sansa’s hands are gripping the porcelain, trying not to shake. Nothing tea could not fix, it’s an innocent sort of sentinment and she is very aware that this sort of sci-fi B-Movie plot was not included in that. More meant to reflect the mundane in comparison, stresses of a first time job and matching rent.  A forced smile curves about her lips to conceal the uneasiness-  handing the cup over to similarly-sweet eyes . But the familiarity left a grave sensation flourishing in the pit of her stomach.

She should’ve stayed in Scotland, where the closest cloned-being there was Dolly the Sheep . Sitting down across the other, hers more strawberry as Sansa’s reflected autumn. “---So, Clary, that’s a really pretty name,” pleasantries, a courteous smile, diving into a sort of small talk to find comfort. The talk which seemed irrelevant but there was direct purpose to every seemingly tangential question . "Did you grow up around here? ” 

What she truly meant is to ask where ? Where could their paths possibly have crossed. What ties beyond their DNA existed between these two girls. Fresh out of college, and vastly unprepared for all the danger lurking all around them. It’s terrifying really, how Sansa cannot push away the feeling of being watched .   

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❛      SANSA  ,    YOU MUST LISTEN TO ME   ,     ❜        it’s a mother’s urgency that rings in her voice, it’s a mother’s worry that lets fingers curl around the arms of the girl. being surrounded by wolves her whole life, she will have never known what the grin of the lion looked like, how spiders cast webs in the shadows. a direwolf had been murdered with an antler in its body, that was no mere coincidence. catelyn was a woman who believed in signs when they came, and that was a sign if she ever knew one.        ❛       king’s landing is dangerous .      all your life ,    you’ve been safe and protected here in winterfell     —–       but king’s landing  …      you have to promise me that you will look after your sister and father ?    that you will be good ?      ❜         / @steeledstark    &&    starter call .  

IT IS HEARTBREAKING , to see the way her mother is consumed by concern. Worsened by the state of a brother being left behind . Matching hues lock on the one she had always aimed to please, to follow diligently and dutifully in all her teachings. A mother she admired to the core of her being . “ I am listening, ” she cannot see though, how King’s Landing could possibly be DANGEROUS. With the warmth of the sun and the smile of the prince. The kindness of the Queen which had been extended and would surely protect her. It was a realm of royalty, and would be a soon permanent home when she one day rose to QUEEN . “I will look after them, I won’t let you down, mother. I’ll do as you ask and be on my best behavior, I promise, ” it’s lingering upon her lips- has she ever NOT been good ?  That longing for praise and confirmation for what she knew, always the well-behaved daughter . Instead, she speaks the words which she knows must be fighting their way out . . .  what her mother surely must mean .  “ I’ll miss you.  Very much . ”

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lmao it’s like my parents have a spidey sense for when I finally start writing and start political fights in the family to distract and kill muse . 

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Ned didn’t know whether it was a kindness or a cruelty, what Varys had done here. He had little hope for his own survival, even if he did decide to confess, and would hardly reject the chance to see his daughter again, but for her to see him like this? It is no memory a child should have. And it was undoubtedly a ploy to get him to cooperate, but oh, he had to speak to her now. 

The Black Cells were no place for a girl as young and sweet as Sansa. He wanted to shout at the Spider, tell him to bring her back to her rooms where she was protected and safe, but no, this place was no longer safe for her. Besides, she’d already seen him, the mess her father was, wincing away from the light of the torch Varys hung on the wall, one hand quickly reaching out to cover the wound on his leg, infected and no doubt something awful to see. 

The Spider scurried away to give them privacy, though Ned doubted he’d go far. “Sansa, hello sweetling. It’s alright, my dear.” Voice rusty with disuse, he reached a hand out through the bars, keeping his gaze as steady on her as he could. “Are you alright? No one’s been treating you unkindly?” What could you do if they were? A cynical voice in his head spoke, but he ignored it. If her belief that her father could always protect her had not yet been shattered, there was no reason to break it now. 

Sansa Stark was terrified. It was never supposed to come to this . The young girl, fearing her dreams snatched from her - figuring that it would be the queen , with sunlit hair and a warming smile ( too naive to read it as the lioness ready to POUNCE ) .  She was about to lose it all, so she ran and begged for the Queen to stop it.  But not like this, not with the northmen she grew up around slaughtered,  or the same end possibly having come to Arya who hadn’t been seen since it all escalated . Not her father in the dungeons, awaiting a certain death ---

But no, it would not come to that.  Not after she had fell to her knees and plead his grace to show mercy. & that was what he promised, from the bottom of his heart ( a heart which harbored affections for her, a handsome smile assured her ) . Only if her father would confess , that was all that was needed.  Thus here she was, designing herself around the ladies in the songs who had bravery of heart, sound mind, and clever words. Sansa had bravery, venturing further into the darkness and ignoring the scurrying about her from the rats . If she didn’t see them, they weren’t there . It smelled of what she imagined death would, but a passionate heart and a longing to bring comfort to a father ( and receive comfort herself ) .

Immediately running closer, a slow kneel on the opposite side of the bars . “ Father, ” fingers slide to grasp his hand, she had planned to remain stronger. But the mere touch was not even close to what she needed. To hold unto him and sob for FORGIVENESS . To beg him to do as she pled, to spare his life. To place it above whatever action his honor would hold him to next . He needed to survive . “I’m okay, truly.  They’ve all been, gentle with me. Understanding and patient. They want this figured out just as much as we do.” no one had threatened her , at least not upfront. More so the subtle ways she could overlook, to keep her calm . “ Are you okay? Are you hungry? I could see if I could have them send you more food, or something else for your comfort? ”