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fandomfreakout · 5 months
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"Like watching a feral cat." Anguy remarked, his face stretching into a wide grin. Arya nearly launched herself at the archer, but Gendry was still behind her, and he tightened his grip ever so slightly on her elbow. Not enough to hurt (Arya knew Gendry would never hurt her), but enough to remind her he was still there, holding onto her. Holding her back.
"What exactly did you hope to do?" Gendry's sharp tone reverberated in her ear, as close as he was standing, but her attention remained fixed on the Hound's ugly face.
"Kill him." Arya spat, her glare unwavering. Gendry sighed loudly, a puff of air tickling the hairs at her nape.
One of Thoros's men dragged the Hound back to his feet with a chuckle.
"Hear that, Clegane? We might not have a trial after all, if the little girl gets to you first."
Arya's eyes darted to the man, her face scrunched in disbelief.
"Trial?"
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fromtheseventhhell · 7 months
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"Sansa = Ned 2.0 and Arya = Catelyn 2.0" is one of those takes where you can just tell people are more attached to the aesthetic than anything. "The Stark girls are most like the parent they look least like" sounds good on paper and people run with the idea, regardless of how it actually fits into the story. A majority of the justification relies on misinterpreting all of their characters + a healthy dose of fanon. What gets me is that this is the same fandom that insists that Lyanna, only compared to Arya in the text, is equal parts Arya and Sansa but Ned and Catelyn, two fully fleshed-out and complex characters, have to be more like one girl or the other? There's just nothing in the story to justify being so adamant about these comparisons. Arya and Sansa have parallels with both of their parents but at the end of the day, they are unique characters with their own stories. I'll never understand why people want to flatten these complex characters down to their most basic tropes and fit them into restrictive boxes just for a "poetical~" comparison.
#arya stark#sansa stark#catelyn stark#ned stark#house stark#asoiaf#BORING YAWNING SLOPPY#notice how these takes never come with actual evidence from the books to make direct comparisons from the text?#/ned is a gentle quiet poitican/ and he physically attacks someone + constantly shows his frustration and voicing his opinions#our first introduction to him is him executing a man and we know he's done so several times that year#he says that his toddler son needs to grow up and stop being afraid of a giant wolf cause /winter is coming/ and Northern life is hard 😭#/Cat is a feral wild woman/ and her chapters are full of her holding her tongue and trying to mediate situations#people literally switch their characterizations cause the second a woman shows emotion she's /feral/#and a man can be the most wild unhinged character ever and still be /kind/ and /gentle/#like yeah fanon sansa is fanon ned 2.0 and fanon arya is fanon cat 2.0 but their actual characters are more complex then that#the only valid /2.0/ comparison is between Lyanna and Arya but somehow she gets split between Arya and Sansa 🥴#my hourly frustration at this fandom not caring about the story and only being here for /the vibes~/#like Ned hates Tourneys and protests one as a waste of resources while Sansa is planning a Tourney and using resources while winter#is arriving and smallfolk are going hungry...but she's Ned 2.0? Where? How? Huh?#And yeah Ned deals with politics in KL but that's relatively a small aspect of his character#and even him constantly speaking his mind and challenging Robert directly is the exact opposite of Sansa's approach 😭#/courtesy is a Lady's armor/ vs. /I'm gonna tell Robert he's an idiot right to his face/ oh yeah totes the same#Arya is the character following his advice and guidance for a reason just saying#like if Sansa was doing the same I could see it but she..isn't? Her approach is much closer to Catelyn's than Ned's#I don't understand why people have all of the sudden decided that the Sansa/Cat parallels are shallow when they're#very similar characters and Sansa's current plot actually revolves around that fact#obviously they're not exactly alike but no two characters are or even meant to be...their comparisons are still very valid#tired of being expected to accept an idea just because enough people repeat it
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solenmin · 11 months
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arya through the years (+ some friends)
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gazpachoandbooks · 1 year
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Arya: what are you talking about? Jon doesn't have anger issues
Sam: he threw a chair at Pyp yesterday
Arya: so? I throw chairs at people all the time
Sam: yeah. I have some news for you
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allovesthings · 11 months
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What the fandom thinks we mean when we say Cat and Arya are similar: they are both feral, and will bite you.
What we actually mean when we say Cat and Arya are similar: those two share similar traits, they are smart and resourceful,have pretty good instincts, have a similar childhood and values (" a woman can lead just as wisely as any men on theirs own" and "the woman is important too") even if one pushed gender expectations on the other and they are purposefully being set as foils to each other in the story.
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shiesie · 22 days
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All I can think about in every Arya chapter after she escapes the Red Keep is giving her a bath and absolutely scouring her with soap and lice treatments
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modern-inheritance · 28 days
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And then she went and got absolutely shitfaced to deal with whatever insanity this caused.
Arya gave a smart elven salute and made to turn on her bare heel before she stopped. “One more thing.” Her change to Common Elvish drew eyes again. “We have a saying among the Varden.” The young elf inhaled, steadied herself and pointed her finger round the room. 
“You all are fucking assholes. Get bent.” She paused again. “Lady Iläin, Lord Rendir, Lord Däthedr, you are exempt from that.” 
And with that, Arya turned and snatched up her clothes. “Cheers.” And marched out the door.
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winterstark · 2 years
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i’m a proud alicent hightower defender and i will say it with my chest
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reginarubie · 2 years
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Rickon!!! My little feral wolf!! Love the sneak peak and can't wait for the next chapter
Ciao anon!,
I am glad you enjoyed the sneak peek!, I am on the night shift so I am working at a much more sedated pace that I would want, especially with “Like wolves in the darkness” since it's the most book canonic fic I've ever written, so I am trying to address all aspects I can from where the original has left of!
But I can share another bit of the chapter, fair warning, when I finally update it, it will be very, very long.
"We have our own names at Winterfell," Rickon told them haughtily when he heard that. — Bran I, ACOK Rickon Stark sat in a way that was not becoming of an high lord, that was for sure, he sat in the dirt, cross-legged, picking at his nails. The furs he was clad in where similar to those of the wildling woman, making him look more like a savage wildling child, instead of a highborn lord. His auburn hair were curly and tousled, knots and leaves in between the tresses, his face was neither long, nor stern. It held some kind of gentleness, his cheeks were chubby but not too much as it was clear the boy had already started to loose a bit of that childish fat probably due the conditions he was living in. And, while he looked nothing like his older bastard brother, the lord commander of the Nights Watch, there was something feral in the way he looked at him, his direwolf wrapped around him. His eyes were blue yet there were specks of iron grey in them and the way he tilted his head curiously at him, mimicked perfectly by the direwolf, which almost brought a smile to his face. “My name is Davos Seaworth,” he told him “my lord,” he added almost like an after-thought “Hand of the King to Stannis Baratheon” he said “the one, true king of the Seven kingdoms—” The ferociousness hiding beneath the boy's irises surfaced as he hauntingly tilted his chin up, his cheekbones sharp for a boy so young “I am not a lord, I am a prince of Winterfell,” he stated, there was pride in his voice “and, the North knows no king, but the king in the North, whose name is Stark,” he told him, his voice surprisingly steady and confident for a boy so young, his posture all iron “my brother Robb is King in the North” he added and perhaps an older boy would have questioned him more, but Rickon Stark was still very young. It was clear in his head his brother, his dead brother, was some kind of hero. Did the boy not know? Surely he must know. Yet the island was isolated by the rest of the continent and perhaps Davos had been the first inlander they met since they had left the North behind to flee the ironborn. “Your brother...” he tried “he was—” a traitor to the one true king?, he could not say such a thing to his face and still hope the boy would follow him “he was assassinated by the Freys at the Twins during the Red Wedding, there is no more a king in the North”
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Angry tears filled the blue-grey eyes of the young lord “No!” he screamed in outrage “Grey Wind would not have abandoned him! Robb cannot have been killed!” and Davos felt the boy's misery in his own bones and blood. The direwolf had not abandoned his master, tale wanted that its head had been sewn on Robb Stark neck in place of his severed head.
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“Bran promised they would be back soon!” he sobbed almost uncontrollably. How could he tell the boy he had lost his mother and his sisters as well?
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“King Stannis—” he tried, only to be interrupted by him. Rickon Stark was on his feet, his direwolf, Shaggy Dog, was curled protectively around him, baring his fangs at Davos, his green eyes burning like fire.
Matthos. His boy had been just as stubborn, once set in his ways.
“I don't care what your king wants,” Rickon Stark stated. “Your lord father supported king Stannis claim to the Iron throne” Davos tried to reason, sure the memory of the father would somewhat soften the boy. “It didn't save him from loosing his head,” Rickon Stark's eyes were red and puffy, but unyielding “and Robb became king in the North” Davos was used with children in the deepness of a tantrum and bless his wife for her patience, yet Rickon Stark in that moment resembled Jon Snow the most, calm and so determined his mind could not be changed. The way he carried himself— that was all Jon Snow, he was a boy, young enough that if Davos wanted, direwolf taken out of the equation, he could still put him in his lap and spank him for his impudence toward an elder, not that he actually could do such to an high lord. Prince, the boy's voice reminded him in his mind. “And he was killed too,” he tried to reason again “king Stannis promises to—” “If Robb is dead,” Rickon Stark claimed “if he's dead,” he took a deep inhale “then Bran is king” he said “he was going with Meera and Jojen to Jon at the Wall, you'll see, Jon will help him. You'll see!” he yelled. His faith in his bastard brother unshakable. Davos would have been otherwise surprised but... Jon Snow had fought relentlessly against king Stannis, when he had offered him Winterfell and the Stark name in exchange for the fealty of the North under his command. Winterfell belongs to my sister, Sansa. He had said, by right Winterfell should go to my sister, Sansa, he had repeated enough times that Stannis had grown irritated and frustrated over it, because the boy had kept claiming as much even if lady Sansa had become lady Lannister and an alleged murderess and had disappeared. Brandon Stark must've been lost on the road to the Wall, for Jon Snow had not found him, but he had little-to-no doubts, having witnessed the lord commander's loyalty to his sister, that if he knew about Rickon Stark's survival that he would fight tooth and nail to give him Winterfell and the North.
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This could prove to be a problem.
There, have some little crumbs more of savage Rickon Stark, anon!, boy sassed men thrice his age about names, it would be paying him little respect to forget he is a menace other than a sweet pup no one should try and harm.
Hope you enjoyed! Have a very nice day, anon!
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Why there are so many modern au that portray Arya as a feral kid who acts violent towards other children and she doesn't know how to socialize with them?
"Arya would make friends with anybody" --> that's a canon quote about her.
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pixiecactus · 18 days
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i heavily dislike when people depict arya hitting gendry in anger when they are reunited with eachother, other than feeding into the feral(she's too far gone)!arya headcanon that this fandom loves, it does not makes sense at all, from the end of agot we can see that arya is developing abandonment issues, that they get stronger and stronger during acok and lastly asos, that's why when gendry takes the decision to stay with the bwb and make a living out of it, arya is not mad, (sure she lashes out in telling gendry that it does not matter to her if he gets hanged due to now being an outlaw) but that is her hurt feelings speaking, she's deeply hurt that another person she considered a close friend is choosing to leave her, this ties with arya's class blindness but i digress, and it's deeply connected to arya's low self-esteem issues, her thinking how she's not good enough for people to actually want her in their life. and that's one of the saddest things about gendrya misunderstanding eachother, we know how much arya's kidnapping affected gendry, how much he has changed, and the brotherhood too, he's doing things that arya would have done/wanted (taking care of orphans) and (meeting her mother and working under her house) when he wasn't sure about them in the first place, he joined the brotherhood because he witnessed them holding a fair trial and most importantly the bwb wanted to help the smallfolk caught in a war-torn country, and he's actually class conscious, gendry knows that his friendship with a northern princess will never be accepted, and all around them indicates that their friendship has run it's course (nevermind they were literally getting jealous about eachother) and exactly at the other side we have arya thinking how everything it's her own fault, and she thinks herself stupid for even trusting gendry and hotpie when it was clear that they never wanted her as a friend in the first place... so with all of this context in the background: why would arya be mad and hit gendry when they finally meet again? i'm not saying that i want them to be the bestest of friends when they see eachother again, they clearly have issues to work on, and honestly i don't see arya considering gendry as trustworthy from the get go like they once were, but after sometime in eachothers company again, i can see them sharing a hug
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fromtheseventhhell · 1 year
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It took her back to her childhood, to long grey days at Riverrun. She remembered the godswood, drooping branches heavy with moisture, and the sound of her brother’s laughter as he chased her through piles of damp leaves. She remembered making mud pies with Lysa, the weight of them, the mud slick and brown between her fingers. They had served them to Littlefinger, giggling, and he’d eaten so much mud he was sick for a week. How young they all had been. (Catelyn V, AGOT) None of which stopped Arya, of course. One day she came back grinning her horsey grin, her hair all tangled and her clothes covered in mud, clutching a raggedy bunch of purple and green flowers for Father. Sansa kept hoping he would tell Arya to behave herself and act like the highborn lady she was supposed to be, but he never did, he only hugged her and thanked her for the flowers. (Sansa I, AGOT)
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“He did not know you,” Ser Rodrik said after, wondering. “He saw a pair of mud-spattered travelers by the side of the road, wet and tired. It would never occur to him to suspect that one of them was the daughter of his liege lord. I think we shall be safe enough at the inn, Ser Rodrik.” (Catelyn V, AGOT) “What were you doing to that cat, boy?” Myrcella asked again, sternly. To her brother she said, “He’s a ragged boy, isn’t he? Look at him.” She giggled. “A ragged dirty smelly boy,” Tommen agreed. They don’t know me, Arya realized. They don’t even know I’m a girl. Small wonder; she was barefoot and dirty, her hair tangled from the long run through the castle, clad in a jerkin ripped by cat claws and brown roughspun pants hacked off above her scabby knees. You don’t wear skirts and silks when you’re catching cats. (Arya III, AGOT)
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Her two older brothers had both died in infancy, so she had been son as well as daughter to Lord Hoster until Edmure was born. Then her mother had died and her father had told her that she must be the lady of Riverrun now, and she had done that too. And when Lord Hoster promised her to Brandon Stark, she had thanked him for making her such a splendid match. (Catelyn VI, ACOK) “And Arya, well…Ned’s visitors would oft mistake her for a stableboy if they rode into the yard unannounced. Arya was a trial, it must be said. Half a boy and half a wolf pup. Forbid her anything and it became her heart’s desire. She had Ned’s long face, and brown hair that always looked as though a bird had been nesting in it. I despaired of ever making a lady of her. She collected scabs as other girls collect dolls, and would say anything that came into her head. (Catelyn VII, ACOK)
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He had forgotten Catelyn, until the iron brazier came crashing into the back of his head. Helmed as he was, the blow did no lasting harm, but it sent him to his knees. “Brienne, with me,” Catelyn commanded. The girl was not slow to see the chance. A slash, and the green silk parted. They stepped out into darkness and the chill of dawn. Loud voices came from the other side of the pavilion. “This way,” Catelyn urged, “and slowly. We must not run, or they will ask why. Walk easy, as if nothing were amiss.” (Catelyn IV, ACOK) It was the scariest thing she’d ever done. She wanted to run and hide, but she made herself walk across the yard, slowly, putting one foot in front of the other as if she had all the time in the world and no reason to be afraid of anyone. She thought she could feel their eyes, like bugs crawling on her skin under her clothes. Arya never looked up. If she saw them watching, all her courage would desert her, she knew, and she would drop the bundle of clothes and run and cry like a baby, and then they would have her. She kept her gaze on the ground. By the time she reached the shadow of the royal sept on the far side of the yard, Arya was cold with sweat, but no one had raised the hue and cry. (Arya IV, AGOT)
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“I’m almost a man grown, and a king—your king, ser. And I don’t fear Jaime Lannister. I defeated him once, I’ll defeat him again if I must, only …” He pushed a fall of hair out of his eyes and gave a shake of the head. “I might have been able to trade the Kingslayer for Father, but …” “… but not for the girls?” Her voice was icy quiet. “Girls are not important enough, are they?” (Catelyn I, ACOK) That much was true, Arya knew. Knights were captured and ransomed all the time, and sometimes women were too. But what if Robb won’t pay their price? She wasn’t a famous knight, and kings were supposed to put the realm before their sisters. And her lady mother, what would she say? Would she still want her back, after all the things she’d done? Arya chewed her lip and wondered. (Arya IV, ASOS)
Some parallels between Arya and Catelyn that I noticed during my re-read. It's interesting to see not only how similar they are, but also see how many moments they have that directly mirror each other.
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bene-darkmans · 10 months
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the R+L=J reveal doesn’t matter to me anymore I’m Team the Jon Snow Psychological Stew that will be Ned Stark’s lookalike at Winterfell with the Catelyn Tully lookalike and feral red-haired Rickon in his father’s house where he never felt he belonged has his Stark impostor complex validated
"If you kill a man, and never mean t', he's just as dead," Ygritte said stubbornly. Jon had never met anyone so stubborn, except maybe for his little sister Arya. Is she still my sister? he wondered. Was she ever? He had never truly been a Stark, only Lord Eddard's motherless bastard, with no more place at Winterfell than Theon Greyjoy. And even that he'd lost. When a man of the Night's Watch said his words, he put aside his old family and joined a new one, but Jon Snow had lost those brothers too.
Every morning they had trained together, since they were big enough to walk; Snow and Stark, spinning and slashing about the wards of Winterfell, shouting and laughing, sometimes crying when there was no one else to see. They were not little boys when they fought, but knights and mighty heroes. "I'm Prince Aemon the Dragonknight," Jon would call out, and Robb would shout back, "Well, I'm Florian the Fool." Or Robb would say, "I'm the Young Dragon," and Jon would reply, "I'm Ser Ryam Redwyne."
That morning he called it first. "I'm Lord of Winterfell!" he cried, as he had a hundred times before. Only this time, this time, Robb had answered, "You can't be Lord of Winterfell, you're bastard-born. My lady mother says you can't ever be the Lord of Winterfell."
I thought I had forgotten that. Jon could taste blood in his mouth, from the blow he'd taken.
In the end Halder and Horse had to pull him away from Iron Emmett, one man on either arm. The ranger sat on the ground dazed, his shield half in splinters, the visor of his helm knocked askew, and his sword six yards away. "Jon, enough," Halder was shouting, "he's down, you disarmed him. Enough!"
Not being Ned’s son will hurt, not being Robb or Arya’s brother? That’s going to destroy his sense of identity more than anything else.
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allovesthings · 1 year
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Jon: It’s death and destruction i want to bring down on house Lannister, not scorn
Me, a known feral!Jon fangirl:
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anxiousnerdwritings · 11 months
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I think what Jamie would like about Witchy!Darling is that there’s nothing they hide about themselves. They don’t have any ulterior motive or hidden agendas. Darling is just darling. The direct contrast of Jamie having to be perfect his entire life for everyone VS Witchy!Darling never having to be anything for anyone, not needing to be anything they don’t want. It’s a peaceful existence in a way that Jamie hasn’t encountered before.
“Take this.”
“This is a jar of dirt.”
“Yes.”
“Is the jar of dirt going to help?”
“If you don’t want it, give it back.”
“No!”
Imagine if Brienne met Witchy!Darling as well. She’s definitely puzzled but I think she’d also find them charming in their own way. If darling was female then I think that Brienne would have another level of admiration for Darling just on the level of not caring about what others think about her.
Yesss!!! That’s an absolutely perfect way of saying it, anon! Witchy!Darling is a complete and utter breath of fresh air for him and he couldn’t adore her more for it. He feels like he can actually be real with her. He’s not a Lannister, he’s not a Kingsguard, he’s not the Queens’ brother, he’s not even the Kingslayer or anything else when he’s with his darling; he’s just Jaime and it feels so freeing for awhile not to have to be burdened by the weight of everything on his shoulders. He doesn’t have to feign anything, he doesn’t have to be perfect. His darling expects absolutely nothing from him and it’s a relief for Jaime but in the beginning especially it had him feeling a little lost and vulnerable. He couldn’t quite place his role when it came to his darling and in a way that would allow him to reinvent himself the way he wished he could have been all this time. Not to mention his darling is a far cry from Cersei and he couldn’t be more thankful for that.
I definitely agree that Brienne would have her own fondness for witchy!Reader. The Reader is unashamedly herself and has no care for anyone else’s thoughts or opinions regarding herself. She lives how she pleases and does as she so wants without a care in the world and Brienne would admire her greatly for that. I could even see Brienne seeing witchy!Reader as a possible mother or older sister figure. Especially if she’s so very openly supportive and encouraging of the path Brienne is taking to becoming a knight. Even if that support and encouragement is relayed in the form of riddles it’s still much appreciated and means a lot to Brienne.
Also, any weird thing that witchy!Reader gives either Jaime or Brienne would be held very close to them and treasured. I can’t help but imagine Jaime specifically when he finally gets back to Cersei after everything and her or Tywin finding his ‘jar of dirt’ from the Reader and ridiculing it, demanding it be gotten rid of only for Jaime to become absolutely feral at the thought of anything happening to his precious gift from his darling.
A few other yanderes off the top of my head who would be interesting with a swamp hag/witchy!darling would be Arya, Sandor, Margaery, Robb, and Jon.
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