“This thing about your mother…” | “It doesn’t matter,” Arya said in a dull voice. “I know she’s dead. I saw her in a dream.”
Arya and Catelyn parallels (suggested by this anon.)
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“This thing about your mother…” | “It doesn’t matter,” Arya said in a dull voice. “I know she’s dead. I saw her in a dream.”
Arya and Catelyn parallels (suggested by this anon.)
{Arya Appreciation Week} {♘}
Day 1: Favourite quote:
↳ “A long time ago, she remembered her father saying that when the cold winds blow the lone wolf dies and the pack survives. He had it all backwards. Arya, the lone wolf, still lived, but the wolves of the pack had been taken and slain and skinned." — Arya I, A Feast for Crows.
"black swan" starter prompts
"Sweet girl."
"Did you suck his cock?"
"The only person standing in your way is you."
"I just want to be perfect."
"I felt it."
"What did you do?"
"You put something in my drink."
"You just took off in the morning."
"You fantasized about me!"
"Did you have some sort of wet dream about me?"
"You slept over."
"You could be brilliant… but you’re a coward."
"Stop being so fucking weak!"
"Perfection is not about control."
"I never see you lose yourself. Ever!"
"I’m so sorry to hear you’re leaving."
"What did you do to change his mind?"
"You fucking whore!"
"What happened to my sweet girl?"
"He picked me!"
"We all know the story."
"It’s okay. I’m here."
"My show is tonight."
"You’re staying in here until you feel better."
"Your role is destroying you."
"We dance in the same company."
"That was me seducing you."
"It needs to be the other way around."
“I don’t want there to be any boundaries between us.”
"You’re not a virgin, are you?"
"So, you’ve got a boyfriend?"
"Honestly, would you fuck that girl?"
"You’re in a good mood."
"It’s my turn!"
"No, please! You’re not well!"
"Let go of me!"
"You can’t handle this!"
"You were amazing."
"Holy shit, you blew me away!"
“I know that things got all messed up between us.”
“She walked into the street and got hit by a car. And you know what? I’m almost sure she did it on purpose.”
“I got a little homework assignment for you.”
"Go home and touch yourself."
"Live a little."
"This is your moment."
"I don’t think we’ve ever officially met."
"I would be losing my mind."
"Are you freaking out?"
"You must be so excited."
"Get out my room!"
"Must’ve been pretty humiliating."
"Rough start, huh?"
"I’m not sure you’re up to it."
"My little princess."
"Do you have any idea what time it is?"
"What else have you been doing?"
"Oh, you wanna know their names?"
"I fucked them both."
"You’ve been drinking."
"Has he tried anything with you?"
"He has a reputation."
"I just don’t want you to make the same mistake I did."
"I hope he’s not taking advantage."
"I have a right to be concerned."
"It’s just in case."
"No, please believe me!"
"She’s trying to replace me!"
"Nobody’s after you."
"I’m not perfect. I’m nothing."
"You make the most of it!"
"Have you announced it?"
"I really don’t want to talk about that."
"I can’t believe he calls her that. It’s so gross."
"I think it’s sweet."
"Go ahead, jump!"
"You’ll be fine."
"Sex. Do you enjoy it?"
"Everything will be better in the morning. It always is."
"We sucked."
"Wish I could’ve been there."
"Sounds like quite an evening."
"Give me a second."
"I came to apologize."
"I have my ways."
"How do you know where I live?"
"What about drinks?"
"Sweetie, you need to rest."
"How about I take you out to dinner?"
“Look, I just feel really shitty about what I did and I just really want to make it up to you.”
"It’s called privacy."
"I’m not twelve anymore!"
“What are you going to do? Run home to mommy?”
"It’s a fucking disaster."
"What’s she doing here?"
"Perfect. I was perfect."
friendly reminder that i adore you and your portrayal of arya! ✿◕‿◕✿
[ HUGS YOU SO TIGHT. ]
Arya Stark Appreciation Week — Day 4 Favourite Trait ↳
She-wolf — Thanks to donewithwoodenteeth & this post.
why do you hide your claws, child? you have lions in your heart.
bare your teeth; & do not go g e n t l e.
you have an inferno in your soul, a melody in your bones.
r i s e, warrior. do not be afraid. you are conquering.
& you will be amazing some day.
inferuxs:
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Unforgiving heat pounds against foreigners of Bravoos, for even the wealthiest and most ( arguably ) powerful city in Essos is far from perfect. And that is precisely why Jaqen H’ghar finds himself outside the prestigious House of Black and White fresh ( albeit thick ) air is not oft found within the confines of stone walls.
Agile limbs keep in tune with fellow Braavosi and, even despite two-toned hair, Lorathi features blend with colorful crowds that teem with loud laughter, hushed gossip, and many more forms of communication. Such sounds are shut out once bronze eyes focus in on a frame all too familiar. The lovely girl still has her characteristically sharp bone structure and tousled hair atop her pale body which sets her apart the crowd.
Representative of his classical expression, lips upturn in the slightest of smirks and lengthy fingers rest languidly atop hilt of a sword once opposite her.
“ It is he.”
“A lovely girl has found her way to Braavos?” Low timbre, each word coated with a honeyed emphasis of syllables. “A man is impressed, but more curious as to why.”
Smiling the barest skeleton of a smile, Arya faced her former guide fully. She would have done fine here on her own, somehow she would have, but if Jaqen is here, she has a far easier path to getting what she wants.
A part of her was surprised that the faceless man recognized her; it felt like a very long time since she'd last seen him, and she isn't as little as she used to be. But after a look around, Arya knew it may have been very easy. Braavosi have skin much more acquainted with constant sunlight, and Arya still bore the rather pale look of someone hailing from the land of clouds and snow. No doubt she stood apart from the crowds.
Jaqen, though, she would recognize him anywhere.
"I have," she replied, finally smiling. a little"I've come to find someone to teach me how to fight properly. ...And to change faces. Like you do."
Sansa knew all about the sorts of people Arya liked to talk to: squires and grooms and serving girls, old men and naked children, rough-spoken freeriders of uncertain birth. Arya would make friends with anybody.
So you’re an asshole. Got it.
Trained by the best.
You should have just fucking killed me, not leave me to suffer with your ugly face bein’ the last thing I saw.
You still don't understand, do you? I left you to die because you wanted me to kill you. That's a luxury you don't get.
neverlietoyou replied to your post:[ That last scene between Arya and the Hound. What...
Or, from my perspective, Arya is a butt.
a) Proud of it, and b) you kinda deserved it, mate.
[ That last scene between Arya and the Hound. What a buildup and climax to what Arya has become and who she's going to be. It's pretty chilling. ]
littlewinterdove {x}
The shell the made up Winterfell had been burnt to ashes and dead cinders of memories. For years the once formidable and homey (only to those who lived there) castle had intimidated anyone who came up the main road, no matter what they sought within it. Thanks to Theon Greyjoy, Winterfell was in pieces. But Sansa....Sansa had done a good work, rallying what was left of the true Northerners to her side and making Winterfell something to behold again. Arya could believe that the courtyard she was overlooking used to be where the forge stood, where Robb and Jon used to sword fight, and where Bran used to climb up the knobbly walls.
The rustle of skirts that most certainly didn't belong to Arya began to float from an adjoining hall, but the wild wolf girl with the storm inside didn't turn to greet the noise. She simply waited for it to come to her. The voice that spoke didn't sound the way it should have, but the old Arya was still somewhere in it.
"Hello Sansa."
i. Arya saw the blow coming even before it began. She danced back out of the way, untouched. ii. “I’m not a boy,” she spat at them. “I’m Arya Stark of Winterfell, and if you lay a hand on me my lord iii. father will have both your heads on spikes. If you don’t believe me, fetch Jory Cassel or Vayon Poole iv. from the Tower of the Hand.” She put her hands on her hips. “Now are you going to open the gate, or do you need a clout on the ear to help your hearing?”
♚ She pushed upon both doors at once with the flat of her gloved hands, but neither one would budge. Locked and barred. “Let me in, you stupid,” she said. “I crossed the narrow sea.” She made a fist and pounded. “Jaqen told me to come. I have the iron coin.” She pulled it from her pouch and held it up. “See? V a l a r m o r g h u l i s.” The doors made no reply, except to open.
[ *chEERS* IT FEELS SO GOOD TO BE WRITING ARYA AGAIN AAAHHH ]