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hewantshisbrideback · 3 months
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Different Roads: The House of Black and White
At the top she found a set of carved wooden doors twelve feet high. The left-hand door was made of weirwood pale as bone, the right of gleaming ebony. In their center was a carved moon face; ebony on the weirwood side, weirwood on the ebony. The look of it reminded her somehow of the heart tree in the godswood at Winterfell. The doors are watching me, she thought. 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? Valar morghulis." The doors made no reply, except to open. ❦ Arya I, A Feast for Crows
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silverflameataraxia · 1 month
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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. This Mycah was the worst; a butcher's boy, thirteen and wild, he slept in the meat wagon and smelled of the slaughtering block. Just the sight of him was enough to make her feel sick, but Arya seemed to prefer his company to hers.
AGoT, Sansa I
I find it interesting that one of the main reasons I love Arya so much is one of the reasons Sansa hates her: because Arya loves commoners. She much prefers the company of commoners to that of nobility. In the books, she skipped out on hanging with the nobility to spend time with Mycah, learning how to fight with swords. And then she attacks the Prince to defend a commoner. I love this little girl so much 🥰😍
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ofvayle · 2 months
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teamblck · 5 months
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a girl has no name
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fireismine · 2 years
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ARYA STARK APPRECIATION MONTH 2022
Day 8: Favourite Chapters → Arya I, A Storm of Swords
Arya's first chapter in A Storm of Swords where she has just escaped from Harrenhal with Hot Pie and Gendry has many great moments, including:
Arya's leadership skills as she leads Hot Pie and Gendry towards the Trident to reach Riverrun
Arya's quote about feeling unafraid despite the dangerous situation she's in
Arya not being afraid of the hanged men and even plucking an apple from amongst the dead men to eat it
Arya's underrated skills in telling directions through moss and map reading
Nymeria and her pack following Arya and Nymeria howling back to her
Funny banter between Arya and Gendry
Arya displaying her deep loyalty to her 'pack' and refusing to leave them behind
Arya being determined not to let them Bloody Mummers capture them
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bluemoon-nymph · 1 year
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Your heroes are dead And so I guess you are the hero now
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alannacouture · 1 year
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Look at those two. So conniving. So clever. 🙌 Stark Sisterhood Supremacy 🙌
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starryrosebud · 2 years
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Arya St ark Month 2022 - Day 1(Nature Motifs)
“And when the moon broke through the clouds, she threw back her head and howled.” - Arya Stark( ASOS)
Arya resembles a lot the Moon, especially in its "cyclicity" as the moon goes through several phases until it is complete again, she goes through several identities and phases until she can reaffirm herself as Arya Stark of Winterfell.
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aestheticemi01 · 2 years
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“The ghosts of us still lingers in the air„
Modern AU Jonrya edit.
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undeadlilies · 2 years
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"I'm Arya Stark of Winterfell, and if you lay a hand on me my lord father will have both your heads on spikes." - Arya lll, AGOT
"I won't cry, she thought. I won't do that. I'm a Stark of Winterfell, our sigil is the direwolf, direwolves don't cry - Arya l, ACOK
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silverflameataraxia · 1 month
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itsalmz · 1 year
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You’re on your own, kid. You always have been.
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fireismine · 2 years
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ARYA STARK APPRECIATION MONTH 2022
Day 5: House Stark → Arya Embodying House Stark
The Stark look
Sansa could never understand how two sisters, born only two years apart, could be so different. It would have been easier if Arya had been a bastard, like their half brother Jon. She even looked like Jon, with the long face and brown hair of the Starks, and nothing of their lady mother in her face or her coloring. And Jon's mother had been common, or so people whispered. Once, when she was littler, Sansa had even asked Mother if perhaps there hadn't been some mistake. Perhaps the grumkins had stolen her real sister. But Mother had only laughed and said no, Arya was her daughter and Sansa's trueborn sister, blood of their blood. Sansa could not think why Mother would want to lie about it, so she supposed it had to be true. - Sansa I, A Game of Thrones
Frees Northern prisoners from Harrenhal
I need you to help me get those men out of the dungeons. That Glover and those others, all of them. We have to kill the guards and open the cell somehow—" - Arya IX, A Clash of Kings
Gives water to imprisoned Northern soldiers (even though she hates them for terrorising smallfolk)
Arya swung down from her horse. They can't hurt me, they're dying. She took her cup from her bedroll and went to the fountain. "What do you think you're doing, boy?" the townsman snapped. "They're no concern o' yours." She raised the cup to the fish's mouth. The water splashed across her fingers and down her sleeve, but Arya did not move until the cup was brimming over. When she turned back toward the cages, the townsman moved to stop her. "You get away from them, boy—" "She's a girl," said Harwin. "Leave her be." "Aye," said Lem. "Lord Beric don't hold with caging men to die of thirst. Why don't you hang them decent?" The bars were too narrow to pass a cup through, but Harwin and Gendry offered her a leg up. She planted a foot in Harwin's cupped hands, vaulted onto Gendry's shoulders, and grabbed the bars on top of the cage. The fat man turned his face up and pressed his cheek to the iron, and Arya poured the water over him. He sucked at it eagerly and let it run down over his head and cheeks and hands, and then he licked the dampness off the bars. He would have licked Arya's fingers if she hadn't snatched them back. By the time she served the other two the same, a crowd had gathered to watch her. "The Mad Huntsman will hear of this," a man threatened. "He won't like it. No, he won't." - Arya V, A Storm of Swords
Executes a deserter from the Night's Watch
The old woman's corpse was cool by now, the bravo's body stiffening. The girl was used to that. Most days, she spent more time with the dead than with the living. She missed the friends she'd had when she was Cat of the Canals; Old Brusco with his bad back, his daughters Talea and Brea, the mummers from the Ship, Merry and her whores at the Happy Port, all the other rogues and wharfside scum. She missed Cat herself the most of all, even more than she missed her eyes. She had liked being Cat, more than she had ever liked being Salty or Squab or Weasel or Arry. I killed Cat when I killed that singer. The kindly man had told her that they would have taken her eyes from her anyway, to help her to learn to use her other senses, but not for half a year. Blind acolytes were common in the House of Black and White, but few as young as she. The girl was not sorry, though. Dareon had been a deserter from the Night's Watch; he had deserved to die. - The Blind Girl, A Dance with Dragons
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bluemoon-nymph · 1 year
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Women like you should not be brutalized by love. You are generations of blood and fire, you are all war. Take your knees from the floor. Don’t look at him. Something violent and brutal and ugly is howling inside of you. Act like it.
-Azra. T
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shripscapi · 9 days
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Who are you?
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