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What is Wednesday Warm-Up?
On Wednesdays, we will post a mood board. Write six sentences incorporating as many elements from the mood board as you can or that you’d like. You can also use this as a writing warm-up to get creative energies flowing. Set a timer for 10-15 minutes (or however long you’d like) and see what you can write in that time using the mood board. Feel free to share your creation! Just tag @sansanwritersguild and we’ll reblog.
Tea has never been hotter ☕
I am starting to think most people have no idea what enemies to lovers is. Enemies are hostile. That is the trope.
Stop throwing the word abuse at every chance you get in your ship wars. People shouldn’t have disclose their private life to defend a fictional pairing.
Forgot to post this here but modern!au fic sansan commission from last month
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A maid of absolutely no significance arrives to retreat on the Quiet Isle and spots a gravedigger she totally has never seen before in her life
Have a Sansan Sunday doodle
I’ve never seen a dragon in the flesh
I read the books and then I watched it on TV
And I’m not proud of Robert Baratheon
He was a fat king, and spent on the money
But everybody’s like Sansa, Ramsey, Joffrey, and Cersei
Arya, Jon Snow, Khaleesi of the Dothraki
We all care. We are caught up in the thrones affair
And everybody’s like dragons, SanSan, winter is coming
Walkers, sword fights, Sam sucks at running
We all care. We are caught up in their thrones affair.
And they wanna be royals (royals)
But there’s only one, her name raises above
She’s got the dragon in her blood
She’ll be the ruler (ruler)
You can call her Khaleesi
And baby she’ll rule (she’ll rule, she’ll rule, she’ll rule)
With the Dothraki
The Lannisters, they crack the codes
They fight their battles and they win
All the wars
But everyone who watches the show,
Knows Cersei is with Jaime
They have incest babies (gross!)
And everybody’s like,
Incest, dwarf cocks, bastards, and weddings
Murder, violence, sex, and boobies
We all care. We are caught up in the throne affairs
And everybody’s like,
Lady knights, damsels, queens and fucking,
Politics, wine drinking, here comes Daenerys
Look out now. She’s gonna burn your house to the ground.
And they wanna be royals (royals)
But there’s one, her name raises above
She’s got the dragon in her blood
She’ll be the ruler (ruler)
You can call her Khaleesi
And baby she’ll rule (she’ll rule, she’ll rule, she’ll rule)
With the Dothraki
Hold my hand darling
Pull me in your waters
When you call my name, I’ll be on my way
Kiss my head honey
Keep my fever running
If the blood cools too young you’ll never recover
And I’ll be on my way
Learned two new words for this piece: gambeson & trinzale
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Me, fishing this app out of the trash once a month:
Jon introducing Sandor to Sansa & Arya after they return to Winterfell~
Jon: This is Sandor Clegane. He’s not the Lannister’s Hound anymore and he’s great at killing the undead.Also we are kinda BFFs now.Sorta.
Sansa: Sandor! How are you?
Arya: How’s your leg hound?
Brienne: How’s your ear?
Sandor: I’m fine little bird.Good to see you alive(Big smile) You too wolf bitch and tall bitch.
Jon:
Sansan prompt:
Tyrion plans to exchange Sansa for Jamie behind Joffrey’s back and he gives Sansa a magic potion that makes her appear dead. Completely devastated Sandor is ordered to bring Sansa’s body back to the Starks to prove she had died of natural causes. On the journey Sansa becomes increasingly aware of her surroundings and hears Sandor speak.
Winter is coming.
The southern sky was aswirl with glowing, shifting colors, the reflections of the great fires that burned below. Baleful green tides moved against the bellies of the clouds, and pools of orange light spread out across the heavens. The reds and yellows of common flame warred against the emeralds and jades of wildfire, each color flaring and then fading, birthing armies of short-lived shadows to die again an instant later. Green dawns gave way to orange dusks in half a heartbeat. The air itself smelled burnt, the way a soup kettle sometimes smelled if it was left on the fire too long and all the soup boiled away. Embers drifted through the night air like swarms of fireflies.
Sansa backed away from the window, retreating toward the safety of her bed. I’ll go to sleep, she told herself, and when I wake it will be a new day, and the sky will be blue again. The fighting will be done and someone will tell me whether I’m to live or die. “Lady,” she whimpered softly, wondering if she would meet her wolf again when she was dead.
Sansa Month 2022 Day 7. Sky
The choke hold the “I hate everybody and everything but you.” trope has me in is fucking disgusting.
Have a Sansan Sunday doodle