they're squeezing every drop of their scenes out of the show LOL i love them for it.
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they're squeezing every drop of their scenes out of the show LOL i love them for it.
PODSA ON MY FYP 🗣️‼️
my headcanon: I’ve always thought Brienne would probably do better in the North.
I imagine Northern culture is built around endurance, labor, and reliability. Women there already work, already carry responsibility, already exist in physical space in ways that southern court culture doesn’t really allow. Sexism is still there, obviously, but it shows up differently when strength and usefulness are already part of daily life. I imagine their distaste for the southern way is very much how Russians view western Europeans lol so imagine their surprised with a highborn southron woman would knock a man or two on their ass.
I do think she’d still be treated like a curiosity. People would test her. but once she proved herself, most of that would quiet down. I think common folk would admire her.
She’s beaten the Hound. She’s beaten Jaime Lannister. She’s survived war, captivity, and keeps her vows. There’s also something very funny about the idea that people would be more annoyed they lost to a soft Southron than that they lost to a woman.
Her loyalty matters here too. The North values people who keep their word. And Bri is painfully honest. She doesn’t scheme. That alone puts her closer to Northern ideals than most southern knights.
She also promised Catelyn she would find her daughters and bring them home safe, and she did. Becoming part of Sansa’s guard feels like a continuation of it.
I love the idea of her thriving in the North and finally being appreciated as the badass lady knight that she is.
sidebar: I also imagine that once she becomes more accepted for who she is, she would allow herself to be more comfortable with the softer sides of her. Because as much as I love her. She has a chip on her shoulder for having to constantly prove herself. And sometimes you force yourself to do things you don't wanna do to uphold this vision of how other people see you.
I do not imagine that she would be super feminine and soft and girly, but I do think that she would allow someone to be gentle with her.
what do you mean the princess’s children resemble me? that is absurd and nothing but a coincidence. i am her sworn protector and nothing else. i spend my nights in her chambers only to guard her. speak once more against the princess’s virtue and i will see you beheaded at once for treason.
but more like Brienne fighting for her life to defend the honor of both her Queen and the most loyal man she knows to exist. but if she's being honest with herself...
Podsa Blurb
Word Count: ~1,150
Fandom: Game of Thrones / ASOIAF
Characters: Bronn of the Blackwater, Sansa Stark, Podrick Payne, Brienne of Tarth
Pairings: BronnxOC/Unknown, Podsa (implied)
Rating: General
Bronn arrived in Winterfell days before the tourney. He’d been invited to stay in the castle as a special guest, which still felt faintly suspicious as it was written to his wife directly, but he took the room and the food without complaint.
He liked Sansa. She ruled the way most hoity-toity high-borns would never. She spoke to servants the same way she spoke to lords. Asked questions and waited for the answers instead of filling the silence with herself.
That went a long way with him.
His wife got on with her well. Too well, if you asked Bronn.
Every visit they leaned heads together like little girls and traded secrets.
Today, they sat together in the glassgarden, talked while the boys went to the yard to batter each other with wooden swords. Conversation drifted the way it always did, toward children, toward futures, toward what made sense on paper.
That was how marriage came up.
His daughter. One of Sansa’s sons. Someday. Far off. Said lightly, like it was weather.
Bronn stood up and went to watch the yard.
He remembered holding that tiny, red-faced thing for the first time, how his hands shook and his nose burned. Remembered the feeling that rose up before he could stamp it down. And the sound. Seven hells, the sound he made when he cried, sharp and humiliating and real as he held her small, furious body and promised himself nothing would ever touch her without answering to him first.
He’d never imagined he’d care for anyone more than himself. Then she arrived, wailing and furious, and changed his entire world. And the idea of selling her off to some future boy lord, even one of Sansa’s, sat wrong in his heart.
In the yard, Brienne ran the boys through drills, patient and exacting. They were young, all knock-knees and enthusiasm, more noise than skill. Pod worked alongside her, correcting grips, shifting stances, steady and sure. A proper man now. Nothing like the clumsy, stammering page Bronn had met in King’s Landing.
One of the boys was sparring with Podrick, still thinking through his footing, when the eldest didn’t wait.
He cut in hard from the side, all speed and confidence, wooden blade snapping up before anyone could call a halt. Pod turned on instinct, blocked late, still took the tap to his ribs.
Brienne’s voice cracked across the yard. “Enough. You don’t strike when your brother’s engaged.”
The boy shrugged, unapologetic. “He should’ve been watching.”
“You’ll act honorably,” Brienne said, already tired, “or you’ll be barred from lessons for a week.”
Bronn stepped closer. “Honor’s for songs.”
The boy looked between them, weighing that, then smiled slow and sideways, like he’d just been handed something useful.
Bronn stalled on that familiar smirk.
His wife laughed from above, loud and pleased, and called down that Pod was getting slow. Sansa walked beside her, Bronn’s daughter settled against her hip, small hand fisted in red braids.
Bronn glanced up, then followed Sansa’s gaze across the yard to Podrick.
Pod was staring back... with that smirk.
You dirty bastard.
Bronn leaned in. “There’s something about seeing a woman hold a baby,” he said. “Does things to a man.”
Pod half-nodded, then stopped.
Bronn gave him a knowing look and winked. Podrick shoved Bronn.
Oh this is going to be fun.
He teased Pod for the rest of the visit. Asked innocent questions. Made observations. Wondered aloud how a fair queen with red hair ended up with sons so dark, especially when the king consort was all golden curls.
Pod said it was Stark blood. Northern looks.
“Right,” Bronn said, and kept grinning.
it's okay for your favorite fictional character to be a jerk, in canon or in fanfics, even if they're not a villain or an antagonist. real people can be jerks — good people can be jerks sometimes, that doesn't mean they are no longer good people, it means they are human beings with feelings and complexities.
let your character be a jerk when faced with a challenging situation, when the circumstance warrants them to be a jerk. let them lash out, be angry, make mistakes, do things they end up regretting. it's not bad writing, it's being authentic.
my favorite characters are ones i love to hate.
okay so I’m back on my Podsa bullshit and I’m not even pretending to be normal about it.
They’re my favorite healthier Sansa pairing, especially post-series. And yes, I’ve thought about this way too much.
First of all, Sansa deserves peace. Especially in the Television series universe. Actual boring, dependable peace. She’s suffered for many, many years and I like someone that is considered to be "the most loyal squire" that has ever lived to be her most loyal knight.
Podrick is an underrating pairing imo. Age-appropriate. Kind. Gentle. Loyal to a T. Zero desire to control her or manipulate her. He would just be there. Repeatedly. Consistently. Without ulterior motives.
Those first few ruling years would be hell (just imagining the economic strain of almost a decade of wars, winter, Bolton's burning through resources, etc). She’s going to need someone in her corner she doesn’t have to second-guess.
He’d stand behind her chair in council as her quiet competent and devoted queens guard. He's swear his life to protect her and mean it. And would likely love her distantly because she is his queen but also love the person she is. Maybe something only a handful of people would have the honor of seeing.
He'd see her for her and never judge her for it.
And yes, she deserves Pod the Rod. But more than that, she deserves Pod the gentle consistent option.
It’s a future where Sansa gets to breathe and isn’t constantly bracing for the other shoe to drop. Where they can boy be vulnerable and show their faults and negative characteristics, the ups and downs of their relationship/dynamic, and the long process of healing each other.
Anyway. This is me begging to bounce Podsa fanfic ideas again. If you get it, you get it. If you don’t, that’s fine, but you know I’m right ;p
@academia-lucifer
a dozen plot bunnies just popped into my head from that one line
Littlefinger Life Lessons
Knowledge is power, my dear, because it tells you what people really are, not what they pretend to be.
People reveal themselves slowly, if you're patient.
Knowing isn't the same as understanding, my sweetling.
Understanding takes time...
...and leverage.
Everyone wants a story they can believe.
"It is double pleasure to deceive the deceiver." —Sansa, probably
commision based on Frankenstein done by @tropicoola .
"Why do you let people call you a dog? You won't let anyone call you a knight."
"I like dogs better than knights. [..] A hound will die for you, but never lie to you. " (A Clash of Kings - Sansa II)
This is my Christmas present for the stunning Sansan's community as a celebration of the love we all share for this couple and the love they share for each other : romantically or platonically they are each other's world.
the best thing about SanSan is that it doesn't even need to be a romantic love story to be one of GRRM's best demonstration of love and knightly devotion in those books anyway: man walked through terrific flames after being guilty of high treason to the crown just to save the only soul that doesn't see him primarily as a cruel monster and yet still accept her refusal and blame it on none but his own cruel actions. She is accused of high treason against the king, researched to be killed, potraited as enemy of the kingdom and yet all she cares about is if him now hate her.
And obviusly i chose this base because both couples have a story rich of marriage imaginery.
a talking point i often see when defending the consumption of dark content is that it’s a coping mechanism for those with trauma which is very valid and true but i also want to make this abundantly clear: you can like dark content for no reason. you can enjoy fucked up shit in fiction because it’s enjoyable and entertaining. trauma is not required as a ticket for entry. enjoy your dark content bc it’s fun and sexy and don’t let anyone take that away from you
the point is that you can experience these things within the safety of your own home. i don't need to actually experience devastation and war to understand its survivors because i can read. and i have developed empathy and understand nuance. and the reason for consuming specific content is personal. why does everyone feel entitled to not just an opinion on shit that is not their business but also thinks they have the right to police them too.
SO weird to me that the default assumption in modern fandom is that you must be attracted to your favorite characters. nah man those are just my funky little guys and gals i want to study them under a microscope. i want to put them in a mason jar and shake it and see what happens
Sansa Stark is the key of the North
birth year of ASOIAF characters if AGOT took place in 2025:
a lot of the characters in ASOIAF were aged up for the show (with good reason in a lot of cases) but one thing that always strikes me about the books is how YOUNG most of them are.
so here are what their birth years would be if the books started in 2025 (pretend their birthday this year already happened).
this based on ages in AGOT- if we meet the character later I added a year or so depending on the book (also I split groups by decades for ease of reading).
Aemon: 1926
Tywin: 1970
Jorah: 1985
Davos (if ACOK is 2026) and Oberyn (if ASOS is 2026): 1986
Robert Baratheon: 1989
Ned: 1990
Stannis: 1991
Catelyn: 1992
Jaime, Cersei, and Lysa: 1994
Drogo: 1995
Littlefinger: 1996
Sandor: 1998
Tyrion: 2001
Viserys and Renly: 2004
Theon: 2006
Shae and Brienne (if ACOK is 2026): 2007
Loras: 2009
Jon, Robb, Samwell, and Margaery: 2011
Daenerys, Joffrey, and Meera (if ACOK is 2026): 2012
Sansa: 2014
Jojun (if ACOK is 2026): 2015
Arya: 2016
Bran and Myrcella: 2018
Tommon: 2019
Robert Arryn: 2020
Rickon: 2023
please comment if I got anything wrong/forgot anyone! (characters whose ages are too ambiguous I didn't include)
oh shit i forgot how old i am lmao
my favourite thing about asoiaf is how it refuses to let you hate characters in a vacuum like yes they commit terrible wrongs but the narrative also hands you their reasons the grief the hunger, the fear the warped love that make those wrongs human it doesn’t justify them it doesn’t erase the harm but it complicates it in a way that feels so painfully real grrm is basically like here’s humanity in all its contradictions now sit with it and i think that’s weirdly so beautiful
People are always telling Sansa Stark their secrets
EDIT: for all my effort to get the outfits right, I totally forgot Sansa had dyed her hair
The little bird did what little birds have always done. She listened. She kept what she heard, and she saved it for the moment it could set her free.
Rumors in the Stone
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Fandom: ASoIaF/GoT Rating: General Words: 1,968 Summary: A short oneshot that serves as a quiet prologue to Sansa’s life as Alayne Stone. Set on the road to the Vale, the whispers that start there, and the way they settle into the stone halls of the Eyrie.
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The road curling up from the Ironoaks was little more than a suggestion carved into stone and mud, and by late afternoon the convoy had taken to cursing it under their breath in synchronized misery. Horses slipped on shale. Wagon wheels complained as loudly as the men steering them. Even the gulls overhead seemed offended by the pace.
“Gods, I swear this road's grinding my spine down to nothing,” muttered Jory Heddle, one of Petyr’s older guards, leaning forward in the saddle to stretch his back. “Three more days of this road and I’ll be walking like a folded map.”
“Three?” Ulmer said, incredulous. “Try five. My cousin did this route last winter. Said the last stretch winds up and down like a drunk snake.”
“Then your cousin can keep his snakes,” Jory growled. “I want a bed. A tavern. Anything that isn’t damp grass and cold rocks.”
“Ah, but the Lord is a frugal man,” said the squinting guard. “We'll camp till we reach the Gates. Cheaper that way. Besides—” He leaned in conspiringly. “—he’s busy with the girl.”
Me allowing someone to manipulate me because I have never seen this technique before & I need to learn it so I can add it to my skill set.