Bookgendryaweek2024 - Tumblr Posts

I’m happy to announce that I’ll be hosting Book Gendrya Week from the 5th to the 12th of August 2024. Like with last year’s month this event is for their book relationship, plotlines and the characters themselves. I want to thank my contributors who helped with prompts: @laurellerual & @daceytheshebear. I hope you all will enjoy making gifs, fanfics, meta’s, art, etc. I would ask people participating to not use the show actors.
Please use #bookgendryaweek2024tag so I can find your work :)
Prompts -
Day 1: Contrasting Beginnings
Day 2: Protection
Day 3: Roles
Day4: Memory
Day 5: Found Family
Day 6: 5 Year Skip Proceeds Au
Day 7: Future Speculation or Au

Day 1: Contrasting Beginnings
At Winterfell they had called her "Arya Horseface" and she'd thought nothing could be worse.
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"A smart boy, but stubborn. That helm … the others call him bullheaded, so he threw it in their teeth."

Day 6: 5 year skip proceeds au
They elope in the night, fleeing into the darkness, into the forest, guided by the incessant howling of the wolves.
It was an impulsive decision made out of fear of marching north, home, only to be separated again by stupid lords and their stupid games.
They take their oaths in the freezing air of a misty morning, under a big oak. The trees around them and the embers of the fire are their witnesses
They are not dressed in embroidered cloaks, but in tattered war banners and golden leaves. There are no wreaths of winter roses, wildflowers will do.
There is no silk gown to slip off, just old boots, rusty chain mail stolen from a corpse. There is no featherbed, deep and soft, just the grass crisp with frost.