Sansa Stark

" They cut off my wings but forgot I have claws. "

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AU | Before marrying Joffrey, Margaery notices his hobby of tormenting Sansa Stark. She persuades him to let the girl be, and grows closer to Sansa as they start to share more than just trust, but affection as well.

“You musn’t marry Joff. He’s all smiles and flattery at first, but once you are in his good graces he’ll do what he does to me. Or worse. I couldn’t stand it if he hurt you as well. “I can take care of myself, Lady Sansa. It’s you I’m worried about.”

[artaemizary]

𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗺𝘆 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱

𝗹𝗮𝘆 𝗺𝗲 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗸 𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗵

𝗻𝗼 𝗴𝗿𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝗺𝘆 𝗯𝗼𝗱𝘆 𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻

𝙞’𝙡𝙡 𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙬𝙡 𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙚𝙧

[margaerystarktyrell]

Sansa Stark//Fallen Angel,Alexandre Cabanel,1868

[artaemizary]

sansaery as folklore 🍂

king’s landing

the 1

thinking about their time together for the first time

“and if my wishes came true it would've been you

in my defense, i have none

for never leaving well enough alone

but it would've been fun if you would've been the one”

“and it's another day waking up alone”

“we were something, don't you think so?

rosé flowing with your chosen family

and it would've been sweet if it could've been me”

mirrorball

margaery showing sansa there’s more in life than just this situation

“hush, when no one is around, my dear

you’ll find me on my tallest tiptoes

spinning in my highest heels, love

shining just for you”

“i can change everything about me to fit in

you are not like the regulars, the masquerade revelers

drunk as they watch my shattered edges glisten”

“i’m still trying everything to keep you looking at me”

illicit affairs

sneaking around

“you taught me a secret language i can't speak with anyone else

and you know damn well

for you i would ruin myself a million little times”

miles apart

exile

while/after sansa leaves king’s landing

“you were my crown, now i’m in exile, seeing you out

i think i’ve seen this film before

so i’m leaving out the side door”

my tears ricochet

margaery in the sept and surviving the explosion // to cersei in other parts

“cause i loved you, i swear i loved you ‘til my dying day”

“i didn’t have it in myself to go with grace

cause when i’d fight you used to tell me i was brave”

“and i can go anywhere i want, just not home”

hoax

sansa’s nightmares about margaery’s death

“this has frozen my ground

stood on the cliffside screaming ‘give me a reason’”

“my best laid plan, your sleight of hand

my barren land, i am ash from your fire”

“my only one, my kingdom come undone”

“don’t want no other shade of blue but you

no other sadness in the world would do”

seven

their time separated from each other

“sweet tea in the summer

cross your heart, won't tell no other”

“your braids like a pattern

love you to the moon and to saturn

passed down like folk songs

the love lasts so long”

the north

cardigan

sansa ruling as lady stark and queen in the north afterwards

“sensual politics

when you are young they assume you know nothing”

“you drew stars around my scars but now i’m bleeding”

“you’d be standing in my front porch light

and i knew you’d come back to me”

this is me trying

they reunite yet there are still traumas from both pasts while trying to open up with each other

“they told me all of my cages were mental

so i got wasted like all my potential

and my words shoot to kill when i’m mad

i have a lot of regrets about that”

“and it's hard to be at a party

when i feel like an open wound

it’s hard to be anywhere these days

when all i want is you”

peace

even if they can’t show their love to everyone and can’t change their past, they vow to love one another, be loyal and just live

“but i’m a fire and i’ll keep your brittle heart warm

if your cascade ocean wave blues come

all these people think love's for show

but i would die for you in secret

the devil's in the details but you got a friend in me

would it be enough if i could never give you peace?”

invisible string

finally at peace with themselves // modern!sansaery in some parts

“time, mystical time

cutting me open then healing me fine

were there clues i didn't see?”

“a string that pulled me out of all the wrong arms”

“chains around my demons

wool to brave the seasons

one single thread of gold tied me to you”

“hell was the journey but it brought me heaven”

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[wolfmonarch]

it’s been a while

Well hey friends, life has been crazy and A LOT has happened in this wonderful community since I left but I have been granted some free time thanks to covid wrecking the world. I would love to start up some threads and see who’s still alive. Please don’t hesitate to say hello or jump into my messages. I hope all is well.

[vestae-vocivus]

[wolfmonarch]

The Dragon and The Dove

Sansa has grown accustomed to being held prisoner in beautiful places. First she was kept in King’s Landing among the crimson of roses and royalty, trapped there as a play-thing, she was a gentle bird in a Lion’s Den. Upon escape from one captivity, she was welcomed into another. In Winterfell, she was locked in her childhood room for weeks, gazing out the window with freedom as bitterly close yet unreachable as the the snow on the windowsill. The details are embedded, still sharp and sour, of how pristine it had looked, an alabaster sheet blanketing her familiar home. The picturesque scene had made her time staying with Ramsay no less of a prison.

Now as she stands at the entrance to the throne room of Dragonstone, she is reminded of these times. With the displays of waves enclosing the island and plenty of other beautiful sights to occupy her time, she is aware that she’s an unspoken prisoner once more, entirely at the Dragon Queen’s mercy. Unlike her last two captors, the little she has learned about Daenerys has not led Sansa to believe her to be harsh or unreasonable, after all she would not be here if she didn’t believe that negotiation was possible.

The woman stands tall outside the doorway, her gaze drawn westward to the sea while the unsullied soldiers stand like stones on all sides of her. She stands out now that she is removed from the North, with her thick fur coat and ivory skin, but Sansa is familiar with the feeling of otherness. It seems as though it has made a home within her, as it follows her everywhere. She is not a Lannister or a Bolton, but she doesn't feel like a Stark anymore either, or even herself. It seems as though it has been taking her longer to recognize her reflection each time she sees it. 

The hand of an Unsullied taking hold of her shoulder pulls her quickly from her thoughts and her cutting eyes direct themselves to the doors ahead of her that are being pushed open. She allows her shoulders to drop and her chin to raise into a more dignified posture, but her expression remains reserved. Despite the way her heart kicks at her chest, she strides forward with resolve. She has grown familiar with walking alongside enemies. Her fortitude doesn’t waver as the throne room opens up around her and her ice blue eyes acquaint themselves with the Dragon Queen. 

@xdraecarys

[iredreamer]

[wolfmonarch]

[wolfmonarch]

                                              “ They cut off my wings,                                                                                                        but forgot                                                                                                               I have claws. “                 

[wolfmonarch]

starter call

Hello there everybody, I am back from a year long hiatus and thrilled to be back writing and in the community. Feel free to shoot me a message I would love to get back into things. I hope to see lots of familiar faces still around (and meet a lot of new people!) I am OC friendly and open to nonmutuals so jump in my DMs.

[littlemusingthings]

w h a t    i f    t h e    w o l v e s    c o m e   .  .  .                                                                 Y  I  E   L  D

[cerseiandjaime]

“You have your mother’s eyes. Honest eyes, and innocent. Blue as a sunlit sea. When you are a little older, many a man will drown in those eyes.”

[bite-suggestion]

bare your teeth. bare your teeth. bare your teeth.

[wolfmonarch]

The castle feels much smaller around Sansa than she remembered it being all those years ago. It is undeniably extravagant and lovely, but the new experiences she has gained has shrunken the place, putting it into perspective. She subconsciously wraps her cloak more firmly around herself and follows the guards into this familiar cage she had grown up in. What a beautiful prison it has been.

The clicking of heels on marble flooring is what grabs Sansa’s attention, pulling her out of her daze. Icy blue eyes divert upward and she stops as she catches sight of Cercei. The woman’s long blonde ringlets have been discarded in favor of a crown, and the Stark girl can not help but believe that this suits her much better. She has traded her long gowns and fake smiles for attire suited for a warlord and an mein of authority. This is who the Lannister was meant to be, that much is clear. Sansa just stares at her, hands folded behind her back and feet planted firmly.

Cercei’s orders make all of the guards quickly scatter away, all except for one, who lumbers behind her. It takes Sansa several moments to recognize him from the jousting matches she had attended in her childhood. This man was the mountain. She remembers Peter whispering stories about him in her ear as a child about how he had burned the Hound’s face in the fire when they were kids. The image had given her nightmares for months. 

Sansa had expected to feel nerves or anger or fear, but as she stands before the queen, the only emotion in her chest is a twisted sense of nostalgia. Ned, Catlyn, Rob, Rickon, Joffrey, Myrcella, Tommen, Tywin. All of them are dead. Time has fucked the both of them and their supposed power had been worth nothing to stop it. For a moment, Sansa just stands silently, taking in Cercei before her and weighing her words on her tongue.

“ I came to negotiate with you for the sake of our people. ” Her voice is calm, steady, and she meets Cercei’s eyes without hesitation. “ Daenerys could have come, but you’ve cut off her head. Jon could have come, but you know better than anyone that men speak far better with swords than words. ”  Sansa knows perfectly well that the mountain could split her in half right here and now, but that would do them no good and Cercei may be impulsive but she isn’t foolish. “ So I came back. I know this place better than any of them. ”

[wolfmonarch]

The Dragon and The Dove

Sansa has grown accustomed to being held prisoner in beautiful places. First she was kept in King’s Landing among the beautiful roses and royalty. She as trapped there in the Lion’s Den with Cersei and Joffrey for nearly a year before she finally managed to escape. Next she was held in Winterfell, locked in her childhood room and gazing out the window as the plush white snow had blanketed the town around her. Once again, the very beautiful sight made her time staying with Ramsay no less of a prison. 

 Now as she stands at the edge of the great dining room in Dragonstone with her hair falling in ringlets around her shoulders and her blue eyes cast out to gaze upon the waves at they crash on the shore, she is reminded of these times. With beautiful sights to occupy her time, she is prisoner once more. Unlike her last two captors, nothing she has seen from Daenerys has lead Sansa to think her harsh or brash, so she is thankful for that but she would very much so appreciate being given her boat back. 

Even though chains do not hold her here, it is very clear that the option to leave is not available and it makes her uneasy. She knew that coming here was a bad idea but it was either her or Jon and if anyone is going to be meeting with the Dragon Queen, she wanted it to be herself. While Jon may be a good leader, he is not exactly the most diplomatic and in a situation like this he could easily get himself killed. She however has had years of living among enemies to prepare her for such trips. Letting out a deep breath, Sansa turns away from the window so that she can begin to pace slowly up and down the living area. There is a large table occupying the center of the room but she dare not take a seat until she is summoned

Her hands are laced behind her back and she walks uneasily, the pacing of her boots being the only noise in the large room. Despite the warm air, her wolf fur coat is still draped around her, keeping her cloaked in her Northern attire.The creaking of the door behind her is what finally stops Sansa’s pacing and she quickly stops to turn and face who enters, waiting to see if she will finally be led forward to meet this dragon queen.  

@silverpsalms

[wolfmonarch]

The last time Sansa entered King’s Landing it was with wide eyes and a naive smile. She can still remember every detail from the day, how she wore her nicest dress, the one that Cercei had complemented at dinner, how the sun and the fresh coastal air had wrapped around her like a blanket, how the laughing and gossip of the noble ladies had deeply intrigued her. Everything about the place was magic. Her father had walked her and Arya through the great gates and she remember how it felt exactly like a dream - now as she retraces her steps all these years later, the place has remained the same, but she sees it for a nightmare.

A little dove, Cercei had called her. As Sansa strides up the castle steps, she wonders if the woman will recognize her now that her wings have been sliced off and her claws have grown bloody. 

Her heart kicks against her rib cage as she  approaches the guards that are planted before the castle doors and yet she doesn’t stop. This could very well be signing her own death warrant, but if that is the case then so be it. Let the lions stake her head beside her father’s. If Cercei will not listen to her negotiations then they will be given no mercy by the whitewalkers when the wall collapses. If she is to die, at least let it be attempting to make a change. 

The Stark comes to a halt before the guardsmen and her gaze never wavers as she lets her hood fall back and places her hands in the pockets of her long coat. King’s Landing is by no means the North and the attire sets her apart from the southern ladies but she gives it no heed. The men who guard the palace turn to her with smug, uninterested scowls, clearly unaware of who she is, but Sansa doesn’t flinch.

“ I am here to speak with Queen Cercei. Tell her that it’s her little dove. ” Sansa’s voice is icy cold and a new maturity and authority rings in it. 

@lionoftherock