The Little One

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then i'm a monster too: the girl he lost to the wolves

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an ASOIAF ficlet

Like Father, Sansa thinks to herself as they ride. You must be like Father.

The day has dawned clear and sweet, and there are fifteen of them in all, with three wolves trotting alongside. Rickon is beside her, and their brother—no, she thinks, their cousin—Jon follows just behind. The criminal rides between a host of guards, and Sansa never turns her head to look at him. He does not deserve it, she thinks. He does not deserve an ounce of the decency they have bestowed upon him, but the Starks are decent people.

Hard people, too. Sansa knows this; she knows what she must do. She doesn’t rejoice in it. Though, even with all that she now knows. She soothes her nerves by looking down at the half-grown wolf pacing alongside her. Rickon’s present to her. Such a little thing, she thinks, but little things can be strong too. And she is of the north. “Lyanna,” she says, when the wolf decides to stray. “To me.” The yellow-eyed beast returns to her side.

Finally they arrive. The square with the iron-wood stump—Sansa has never journeyed here before. She’s had no need to. She dismounts, looks uneasily to Jon. He nods encouragingly, but says nothing.

The man who passes the sentence should swing the sword, but Sansa has neither the strength or the training, and Jon is the only one she trusts to do it. Rickon is too young. “Keep it clean,” she’d told Jon, “if you can. I know he doesn’t deserve it. Gods, I know he doesn’t. But keep it clean.”

And Jon and looked at her and smiled, sadly. Nothing more had needed to be said.

Now he is giving her that same sad, sure look. It says, Yes, you and Rickon are doing the right thing. Yes, this is how it needs to be. Sansa draws strength from that look, from him.

She motions to the guards, and they drag the criminal off his horse. They force him to kneel before the stump, and Sansa just looks at him, looks into the face of Petyr Baelish.

“D you have any last words, my lord?” Hr voice is almost lost in the wind, but it is steady. Little Lyanna leans against her, yawning,

“Only that this is not how I expected things to end,” he quips. “You are a strange one, Sansa Stark.”

“Will that be all?”

“So much like your father,” he teases, even now, and Sansa wonders if he is not quite the coward she’s made him out to be. “I never did notice before.”

Sansa smiles. “Yes, my lord. That was your mistake.” She tilts her head a little. “One of many.”

“I made mistakes,” he says. Littlefinger is still attractive, even in rags, but as he kneels there he seems very small. “But you were never one of them.”

Lies, thinks Sansa. You never loved me. You desired me, you thought you deserved me, you coveted me. That was all.

But perhaps to Petyr Baelish that was love. And Sansa realizes that what she’s feeling is no longer fear. It’s pity.

“I’d forgotten,” he adds, “how damned cold it is up here.” Petyr pauses. “I’d also forgotten about that girl—the steward’s girl—until you reminded me last night, when you elaborated on my so called crimes. I’d forgotten about her entirely. Funny, isn’t it? What we forget.”

Sansa smiles, again, but her blood is running fierce and cold. “You may have forgotten, Petyr Baelish, but the North does not.” She looks to Jon, who has just been handed the sword. She gives the command.

The men force Petyr Baelish’s head down on the black stump, and Jon steps forward. He glances at Sansa, once. She gives the tiniest, most imperceptible of nods, and he raises the greatsword.

Petyr Baelish looks into Sansa’s eyes, and she does not look away.

The blade sings down, fierce and bright. Rickon makes a little noise, mutters “Too good of a death for him.” My fierce brother. Lyanna, Shaggydog, Ghost—they all begin to howl.

And Sansa Stark, Queen Regent in the North, walks away and mounts her horse. She turns the mare towards Winterfell, and does not look back.

(via meginatree)

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saucybroswithbenefits:

hetaculture:

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chartini:

Hope this will help clear up some confusion regarding Nyotalia! 

Helpful Links: 

- The KitaWiki has a lot of information about nyotalia.
- Hetarchive has some official art up too. 
- Phone backgrounds of many of the official designs + the unreleased ones.
- The Asian designs.
- Nyotalia of the ladies. 
- Nyotalia Appearance in Vol.4
- On Nyotalia Names.
- Pixiv Tag
- Tv Tropes on: Kuudere 
- Tv Tropes on: Yamato Nadeshiko
- A bunch of Sources: [x] [x] [x] [x] [x] [x] [x]

Guys… guys. Monaco “has a weird relationship with France, but it is good. Despite the one fight they had. A few days after the fight, he said “It’s no good without Big brother France” and made up.

This means that the Nyotalia and Hetalia verses are actually one. They are canonically NOT separate.

Oh. My. Fuck?!

WHOAWHOWWHOAWHOA HOLD THE PHONE WHAT?! Maybe they can  interact with each other but they’re from different universes? It’s not like it hasn’t happened before like with Christmas 2010 event with the parallel worlds finding each other. Maybe they were always able to visit whenever they wanted to?

I DIDN’T KNOW ABOUT THE “BIG SISTER TYPE” NYO POLAND THING

time to

draw her being a big sister to Poland now.

(also omg they look the same)

(headcanon: the only way to know which one is wich whent they’re together is to say you’ve hurt your knee.  The one who asks if you need a band aid is nyo!Poland)

ooh I never saw that note about France being protective of Canada. Maman!

(via k3llyb3an)

Filed under why is nyotalia the best nyotalia beats hetalia every day the girls are so cool nyotalia hetalia

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fyeahartstudentowl: bigbigtruck: juliedillon: romy-chan: I made this comic solely to explain how the interview went, so please ignore how ugly it looks. This was easier than trying to just write it down for me. I am a very emotional person especially when I’m nervous, so this event hit me quite hard. More news soon. Oh honey. Oh god. I’m so sorry.  Okay. This is not a school you want to associate with. These are bad people. They are not better than you. I don’t care how prestigious they think or say they are. Going there would have been a waste of your time, because you are so much better than anything they could offer you and they do not have a fucking clue what they are talking about. Trust me. I struggled through a college full of people just like that, and got nothing out of it but wasted time and resentment. All they did was tell me I was phony and a failure for wanting to actually learn how to draw and paint, and that is all kinds of backwards. All that self-important grandiose bullshit about illustration and technical skill not being “art” is just hiding the fact that they can’t paint or draw for shit. They live in an echo-chamber, and they only worship the absolute newest trends in the handful of areas of modern art they deem worthy, to the exclusion of all else. That is NOT art, that is elitism and egotism, pure and simple, and that sure as hell does not help the students. They are NOT better than you. Your beautiful artwork and expressiveness and illustrative style are powerful and important - everyone’s is. Saying someone’s work is “not art” and therefore not important is not a critique. It’s an asshole thing to say, and offers absolutely nothing of importance or value for potential students. Now, that isn’t to say there is no value in modern and post modern and abstract expressionist etc. art - on the contrary. The more inclusive you can be in your influences, and the more you can look at and study, the better. (Branching out is always a healthy thing to do!) But if that’s ALL a school has to offer, if an art school tries to tell you that technical skill and illustration are invalid or unimportant, if they try to tell you that Rembrandt and Van Gogh aren’t worth looking at or studying because they are dead, if they dismiss artists they don’t approve of as “kids who like to scribble,” if they tell you that you don’t have a place there unless you conform exactly to what they want, then you need to avoid that place like the plague, because they are not there to help you, they are not there to teach you,  they are there to find people who can make the school look even more self-important than it already is.  Sorry for the rant. XD I’m still haven’t quite gotten over how crappy my art college experience was. (For those interested, the crap school in question was Sacramento State University. After I left, I attended a handful of classes and workshops at the Academy of Art University in SF and Watts Atelier in Encinitas, CA ,which helped me SO much more, as the teachers were interested in actually helping students learn the skills that art schools are supposed to teach you. You know, painting and drawing and inking and sculpting and all that good stuff.)  Uh, so yeah. >_> Basically look for schools with a good technical program that stresses life drawing, painting, drawing. Art is one of the few careers where people care about your portfolio more than where you got your degree (unless you’re gearing up to work for a Pixar or Dreamworks or something, in which case it does help). So find a place that will help you be the best you can be, and don’t worry about how prestigious or fancy they think they are. <3  Echoing Julie’s remarks here. I spent my college years at an institution like the one in the comic that valued ~soul expression~ and AbEx over developing technical skills. At the time, I thought it was all peaches, because I was (and still am) super into making and observing AbEx art. Fortunately, I was required to take classes in Photoshop and Illustrator— without those, I would not have gotten a job after college. I graduated without having learned ANYTHING about drawing, about color theory, about perspective or line weight or form. At thirt*coughcough* I’m still drawing like a high school kid and trying to make up for the damage of those wasted years. Fuck “real art”, fuck “high art”, fuck “low art”. Learn, develop, grow, evolve, create. I don’t often reblog stuff, but this comic and the commentary are incredibly important. A lot of people ask me about college, expressing fear and nerves about whether or not they’re “good enough” or doing “the right art” to get in/do well. Fuck that, kids. Find a school that will help you grow, no matter what art you do. Be open to criticism, yes, but if the school you’re talking to talks down to you or says that what you’re doing isn’t ~*~*~*”REAL”~*~*~ art, tell ‘em to fuck right off and walk the fuck outta there. That attitude is wrong. THEY are wrong. You deserve to have an environment that nurtures your art and your skills and offers classes that will help you the very most that they can. Nothing will hurt you/your art more than cutting off the corners of your square peg to fit into a round hole. /raises fist in solidarity /extends middle finger at art elitist assholes Really, hearing people define “real art” at the expense of illustration, abstract art, the old masters or caricature artists is the only warning sign you need. 

fyeahartstudentowl:

bigbigtruck:

juliedillon:

romy-chan:

I made this comic solely to explain how the interview went, so please ignore how ugly it looks. This was easier than trying to just write it down for me.

I am a very emotional person especially when I’m nervous, so this event hit me quite hard.

More news soon.

Oh honey. Oh god. I’m so sorry.  Okay. This is not a school you want to associate with. These are bad people. They are not better than you. I don’t care how prestigious they think or say they are. Going there would have been a waste of your time, because you are so much better than anything they could offer you and they do not have a fucking clue what they are talking about. Trust me. I struggled through a college full of people just like that, and got nothing out of it but wasted time and resentment. All they did was tell me I was phony and a failure for wanting to actually learn how to draw and paint, and that is all kinds of backwards. All that self-important grandiose bullshit about illustration and technical skill not being “art” is just hiding the fact that they can’t paint or draw for shit. They live in an echo-chamber, and they only worship the absolute newest trends in the handful of areas of modern art they deem worthy, to the exclusion of all else. That is NOT art, that is elitism and egotism, pure and simple, and that sure as hell does not help the students. They are NOT better than you. Your beautiful artwork and expressiveness and illustrative style are powerful and important - everyone’s is. Saying someone’s work is “not art” and therefore not important is not a critique. It’s an asshole thing to say, and offers absolutely nothing of importance or value for potential students.

Now, that isn’t to say there is no value in modern and post modern and abstract expressionist etc. art - on the contrary. The more inclusive you can be in your influences, and the more you can look at and study, the better. (Branching out is always a healthy thing to do!) But if that’s ALL a school has to offer, if an art school tries to tell you that technical skill and illustration are invalid or unimportant, if they try to tell you that Rembrandt and Van Gogh aren’t worth looking at or studying because they are dead, if they dismiss artists they don’t approve of as “kids who like to scribble,” if they tell you that you don’t have a place there unless you conform exactly to what they want, then you need to avoid that place like the plague, because they are not there to help you, they are not there to teach you,  they are there to find people who can make the school look even more self-important than it already is. 

Sorry for the rant. XD I’m still haven’t quite gotten over how crappy my art college experience was. (For those interested, the crap school in question was Sacramento State University. After I left, I attended a handful of classes and workshops at the Academy of Art University in SF and Watts Atelier in Encinitas, CA ,which helped me SO much more, as the teachers were interested in actually helping students learn the skills that art schools are supposed to teach you. You know, painting and drawing and inking and sculpting and all that good stuff.) 

Uh, so yeah. >_> Basically look for schools with a good technical program that stresses life drawing, painting, drawing. Art is one of the few careers where people care about your portfolio more than where you got your degree (unless you’re gearing up to work for a Pixar or Dreamworks or something, in which case it does help). So find a place that will help you be the best you can be, and don’t worry about how prestigious or fancy they think they are. <3 

Echoing Julie’s remarks here. I spent my college years at an institution like the one in the comic that valued ~soul expression~ and AbEx over developing technical skills. At the time, I thought it was all peaches, because I was (and still am) super into making and observing AbEx art. Fortunately, I was required to take classes in Photoshop and Illustrator— without those, I would not have gotten a job after college.

I graduated without having learned ANYTHING about drawing, about color theory, about perspective or line weight or form. At thirt*coughcough* I’m still drawing like a high school kid and trying to make up for the damage of those wasted years.
Fuck “real art”, fuck “high art”, fuck “low art”. Learn, develop, grow, evolve, create.

I don’t often reblog stuff, but this comic and the commentary are incredibly important.

A lot of people ask me about college, expressing fear and nerves about whether or not they’re “good enough” or doing “the right art” to get in/do well. Fuck that, kids.

Find a school that will help you grow, no matter what art you do. Be open to criticism, yes, but if the school you’re talking to talks down to you or says that what you’re doing isn’t ~*~*~*”REAL”~*~*~ art, tell ‘em to fuck right off and walk the fuck outta there. That attitude is wrong. THEY are wrong.

You deserve to have an environment that nurtures your art and your skills and offers classes that will help you the very most that they can. Nothing will hurt you/your art more than cutting off the corners of your square peg to fit into a round hole.

/raises fist in solidarity

/extends middle finger at art elitist assholes

Really, hearing people define “real art” at the expense of illustration, abstract art, the old masters or caricature artists is the only warning sign you need.