Sansa + Female Relationships / Infleunces

sansa + female relationships / infleunces

(in order) lotte verbeek as catelyn, anuk steffen as arya, charlize theron as cersei, eileen atkins as septa mordane, gugu mbatha-raw as margaery, hailee steinfeld as jeyne, rose williams as myranda, q'orianka kilcher as mya

❦ ASOIAF Modern!AU -> Sansa Stark.

 I could call myself after my mother…

Sansasource is pleased to announce that it will be hosting the second Sapphic Sansa Fest. It’s a 3 day-long celebration of all things queer and Sansa  just over a month from now, from November 13th to November 15th. We have themes as suggestions/prompts and you can pick any for any day.  We encourage ALL wlw Sansa ships and are open to Sansa as an individual/character and non-ship specific sapphic content. The goal is to have fun, so we hope you join us participating in whatever way you choose, be it fanart, fanfiction, meta, fanmixes,graphics, gifs- wichever is to your liking. We will be tracking the tag #sapphicsansafest and as always #sansasource.

canon | awakening | nostalgia | “just friends” | firsts | au | flowers | arranged marriage | magic | soulmates | scandal | queen(s) | politics | winter nights | your choice

All signal boosts will be greatly appreciated. Art by @ grrmartin​

"I dreamt of a maid at a feast with purple seepants in her hair, venom dripping down their fangs."

Sansa in the ghost of highhearts vision. I'm planning on doing an arya drawing to match.

    Once, when she was just a little girl, a wandering singer had stayed with them at Winterfell for half a year. An old man he was, with white hair and windburnt cheeks, but he sang of knights and quests and ladies fair, and Sansa had cried bitter tears when he left them, and begged her father not to let him go. “The man has played us every song he knows thrice over,” Lord Eddard told her gently. “I cannot keep him here against his will. You need not weep, though. I promise you, other singers will come.” They hadn’t, though, not for a year or more. Sansa had prayed to the Seven in their sept and old gods of the heart tree, asking them to bring the old man back, or better still to send another singer, young and handsome. But the gods never answered, and the halls of Winterfell stayed silent. But that was when she was a little girl, and foolish. She was a maiden now, three-and-ten and flowered. All her nights were full of song, and by day she prayed for silence. — Sansa I, A Feast For Crows