#sansa stark fanart
“Oh it would be so sweet to see him once again.”
Jon Snow and Sansa Stark from Game of Thrones/A Song of Ice and Fire
In my own headcanon Jon doesn’t spend his life in exile but gets pardoned by the Queen in the North and returns home to Sansa in Winterfell after the finale. Then they spend the rest of their lifes making each other happy! A dream of spring!
WIP of Sansa Stark
This started as a dtiys challenge but then I decided to do another Sansa piece instead Love and miss my girl!
instagram: sansast.art
twitter: sansast_art
“If I am ever a queen, I’ll make them love me.” Sansa Stark with the Kings of Winter Crown
instagram: sansast.art
twitter: sansast_art
A new Sansa Stark piece I’m working on This time A Song of Ice and Fire Sansa with the Kings of Winter crown! I hope you like it! Please also follow me on instagram: sansast.art and twitter: sansast_art
HAPPY NEW YEAR (everyone who already celebrated or still has a few hours left to wait)
My last art in 2020 is modern AU Jonsa enjoying new year’s eve together These two deserve all the peace and happiness no matter which universe
instagram: sansast.art
twitter: sansast_art
Sansa Stark Appreciation Month - Day 7+18: sky & freedom
The color blue represents both the sky and the sea and is associated with open spaces, freedom, intuition, imagination, inspiration, and sensitivity. Blue also represents meanings of depth, trust, loyalty, sincerity, wisdom, confidence, stability, faith, and intelligence.
(x)The sky represents infinity, eternity, immortality, and transcendence; it is the residence of the gods, it is omnipotence. The sky also is symbolic of order in the universe (Cooper, 1978).
(x)
Post link
Sansa Stark Appreciation Month - Day 8: clothes
a day late to Sansa Stark fashion hour but that won’t deter me from drawing my baby in some frilly dresses.
Post link
Sansa Stark Appreciation Month - Day 3: Snow
Yet she stepped out all the same. Her boots tore ankle-deep holes into the smooth white surface of the snow, yet made no sound. Sansa drifted past frosted shrubs and thin dark trees, and wondered if she were still dreaming. Drifting snowflakes brushed her face as light as lover’s kisses, and melted on her cheeks. At the center of the garden, beside the statue of the weeping woman that lay broken and half-buried on the ground, she turned her face up to the sky and closed her eyes. She could feel the snow on her lashes, taste it on her lips. It was the taste of Winterfell. The taste of innocence. The taste of dreams.
A Storm of Swords - Sansa VII
Post link
Sansa Stark Appreciation Month - Day 1: Flowers
To the other maidens he had given white roses, but the one he plucked for her was red. “Sweet lady,” he said, “no victory is half so beautiful as you.” Sansa took the flower timidly, struck dumb by his gallantry. His hair was a mass of lazy brown curls, his eyes like liquid gold. She inhaled the sweet fragrance of the rose and sat clutching it long after Ser Loras had ridden off.
A Game of Thrones - Sansa II
Post link
