Tag: userjill

hiya people!!! i decided to remake my birthday page! even if you’re already in my old one, you will have to send an ask to join the new page!

✦ rules ✦

  • mbf this sansa trash
  • reblog this post (likes don’t count!)
  • (optional) check out my edits
  • send me an ask with your name/nickname and your birthday

✦ what will you get? ✦

  • a birthday gift (edit/gifset)
  • an ask from me wishing you happy birthday!
  • all my love and support ❤

make me choose ♥ sansa stark or daenerys targaryen | asked by @aarrontveit

Sometimes she would close her eyes and dream of her, but it was never Jorah Mormont she dreamed of; her lover was always younger and more comely, though her face remained a shifting shadow.

make me choose ♥ sansan or daensa or daensansaery | asked by @scamandor and @saintpadme

I wish the Hound were here. The night of the battle, Sandor Clegane had come to her chambers to take her from the city, but Sansa had refused. Sometimes she lay awake at night, wondering if she’d been wise. She had his stained white cloak hidden in a cedar chest beneath her summer silks. She could not say why she’d kept it. The Hound had turned craven, she heard it said; at the height of the battle, he got so drunk the Imp had to take his men. But Sansa understood. She knew the secret of his burned face. It was only the fire he feared.

make me choose ♥ the hound or the mountain | asked by anonymous

I was younger than you, six, maybe seven. A woodcarver set up shop in the village under my father’s keep, and to buy favor he sent us gifts. The old man made marvelous toys. I don’t remember what I got, but it was Gregor’s gift I wanted. A wooden knight, all painted up, every joint pegged separate and fixed with strings, so you could make him fight. Gregor is five years older than me, the toy was nothing to him, he was already a squire, near six foot tall and muscled like an ox. So I took his knight, but there was no joy to it, I tell you. I was scared all the while, and true enough, he found me. There was a brazier in the room. Gregor never said a word, just picked me up under his arm and shoved the side of my face down in the burning coals and held me there while I screamed and screamed. You saw how strong he is. Even then, it took three grown men to drag him off me. The septons preach about the seven hells. What do they know? Only a man who’s been burned knows what hell is truly like.