I’m glad to introduce you to the upcoming Sansa Stark Appreciation Week! A week for all of her fans to join and honor our dear wolf lady from 25 to 31 August. How? By making a creation each day during a week, all dedicated to Sansa Stark. Any kind of creation is welcomed here: gifs, graphics, fanart, fanmixes and fanfics/drabbles.
These are the prompts for each day, and also the schedule for the week:
Day 1: Favorite quote(s)
Day 2: Favorite trait(s)
Day 3: Favorite season/book
Day 4: Favorite relationship
Day 5: One scene
Day 6: Sansa + color
Day 7: Anything you like!
Remember to tag your work as “sansa appreciation week” within the first five tags, so I can find them and reblog them. Any work in this tag will be published (unless it goes against some of the rules of the blog.)
That fight was over almost as soon as it began. Brandon was a man grown, and he drove Littlefinger all the way across the bailey and down the water stair, raining steel on him with every step, until the boy was staggering and bleeding from a dozen wounds. “Yield!” he called, more than once, but Petyr would only shake his head and fight on, grimly. When the river was lapping at their ankles, Brandon finally ended it, with a brutal backhand cut that bit through Petyr’s rings and leather into the soft flesh below the ribs, so deep that Catelyn was certain that the wound was mortal. He looked at her as he fell and murmured “Cat” as the bright blood came flowing out between his mailed fingers. She thought she had forgotten that.
there are wolves, they would say. and there are stories about wolves and girls. girls in red, all alone in the woods. about to get eaten up. wolves and girls. both have sharp teeth.