#jonsa event

[jonsa-valentine]

JONSA VALENTINE'S DAY EVENT 2024

Hi Jonsa fam! We’d like to invite you to participate in the Jonsa Valentine 2024 event! This year we will be hosting a theme based 2 day event.

💕 Date - 13 & 14th Feb

💕 Theme - Types of Love

Agape ➜ Love for everyone 

Eros  ➜ Passionate or Sexual love

Ludus ➜ Playful love

Mania  ➜ Obsessive love

Philautia ➜ Love of self

Philia ➜ Deep friendship

Pragma ➜ Longstanding love

Storge ➜ Familial love

💕 Feel free to interpret the theme as strictly or as loosely as you wish. You can include more that one love type in your entry for the day.

💕 This event will be inclusive of all types of fandom creations like fanfiction, moodboard, edits, gifset, fanart, manip, playlist, meta, poem, fan video etc based on book as well as showverse.

💕 We will be tracking #Jonsa Valentine and #Jonsa Valentine 2024. You can also tag us @jonsa-valentine while sharing your entries on tumblr. In case we miss out on reblogging your entry, please do not hesitate to send us ask with link to your post.

💕We will be accepting late entries till our master list is shared one week post event so do not worry in case you miss out on sharing your entry during the event.

💕 If you have any questions regarding the event, please reach out to us!

💕  Most Important: Have fun!!! We are excited to see your entries!

#Jonsa #jon x sansa #jon snow #jonsa valentine #jonsa valentine 2024 #sansa stark #jonsa event #actually jonsa

[jonsa-halloween]

JONSA HALLOWEEN EVENT 2023

Hello Jonsa fam 👻, we are back with more spooky fandom fun! This year we will be hosting a five day Jonsa Halloween event from 27th to 31st October.

We have included 3 prompts per day. Below is the prompt list for the event:

27th Oct: Resurrection - Bonfire - Witch

28th Oct: The Stranger - Pumpkin - Full Moon

29th Oct: The Others/White Walkers - Fall - Spirit

30st Oct: Weapon - Costume - Ghost

31st Oct: Free Choice

🎃 Feel free to use prompts as strictly or as loosely as you wish. It is not necessary for your entries to have a scary element in it. We just want everyone to have fun!

🎃 Please use #jonsa halloween & #jonsa halloween 2023 in your posts or tag @jonsa-halloween  so we can reblog your entries. In case we miss out on reblogging your entry, feel free to send us link to your post.

🎃 The event will be inclusive of all types of fan creations like fanfiction, edis, gifsets, manips, playlists, moodboard, fan video, meta, poem etc.

🎃 We would be accepting late entries till our Masterlist is posted, so don't worry even if you are not able to post your creation on a specific day.

🎃 Feel free to send us ask if you have any doubts. We would love to clarify.

🎃 HAVE FUN! We are excited to see your creations!

#jonsa #jon x sansa #jon snow #sansa stark #jonsa halloween 2023 #jonsa halloween #jonsa event #actuallyjonsa

[snowstoneweek]

Rules + Prompts

#jonsa #jonsa event #jon snow #sansa stark #thenorthsource #jonsaweek2023 #snowstoneweek

[wandering-scavenger]

thy love is winged and nameless by wandering_scavenger

chapters: 1/2

rating: M

tags: Fairytale AU, Celtic Folklore Inspired

premise: in which a huntsman saves a fae girl from certain death.

She took a step back when he moved towards her, stopping only when her body was pressed to the wall and he firmly cupped her chin to look upon her face. His grip softened when she flinched. He did not know if he hurt her, but he certainly did not mean to. In the warm yellow candlelight of the cabin, without any chains to bind her and gag to obscure her mouth, he saw that she was more beautiful than any woman he had ever seen in his short life. Her eyes were a deep blue, so vivid that he could drown in them if he dared to look into them any longer. Slowly, he moved his free hand to run his fingers through her hair, all doubt within him fading away as he tucked a curl behind her pointed ear.  He recalled Bolton’s words just as he recalled what his mother taught him long ago: the day you tell your name to fair folk is the day you lose your freedom, perhaps forever.

for the @snowstoneweek event ❄️🐺

day 3 (september 11): fairytale 🧚🏻

#jonsaweek2023 #snowstoneweek #jonsa event #jonsaedit: mine #jon x sansa #jonsa au #jonsa #jonsa fandom #jonsa fanfiction #jonsa fic #thenorthsource #jonsaedit #jonsaff

[christinapotter09]

Jonsa invented Halloween 🎃

@jonsa-halloween Event  👻 🎃

🎃  Day 1 - 28th October : Beast - Potion - Magic

It had all started as a feast to celebrate the start of Winter after three years of Spring, it was also to celebrate the return of the Queen’s cousin and to truly honour the fallen Northerners who perished in the wars. 

People had drank, danced and laughed and during that night of joy and unity, Queen Sansa Stark had given her cousin the name he always deserved. Jon Stark had been accepted by the people with raised cups and banging on the tables as he stood next to his cousin and raised his own goblet, thanking the survivors and eulogising the dead of wartime. 

The feast had been fabled across the North, not only for the return of the old King who now would serve as the Queenguard Commander but also for the Queen’s smile that night had finally reached her beautiful eyes after years. The people rejoiced in the symbolism of the feast, under the guise of a bastard and a dragon, a wolf had emerged to guard the Queen in the North. Songs had been made that night for the two Starks, their pack and how Winter was there for them to thrive in.

Read the rest on AO3

🎃 🎃 🎃 🎃

#jonsa halloween #jonsa halloween 2022 #jonsa #jon x sansa #jon sansa #jonsa fam #jonsa fic #jonsa event #actuallyjonsa #jonsa-halloween #jonsa-halloween 2022

[jonsawarriors]

title: hiraeth by @kingsansa

word count: 7k+

tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Rhaegar wins, Magical Realism, Arranged Marriage, Explicit Sexual Content, Dark Jon, Dark Alayne, Alayne is a red priestess, Jon is king, Sansa Stark as Alayne Stone

summary: “You’ll permit me.” He murmured. It was not a question. But for reasons she could not understand, she knew she would. He ran his fingers over her cheek. Along her brow. Underneath her chin. He did not venture underneath her veil. He acted as if he did not need to. His touch was warm, almost reverent. When at last, his hand returned to his side, he said, just loud enough for her to hear, “There you are.” Alayne said nothing, but the breath she released was tremulous. Anticipatory. Exhilarated.

for the @jonsadungeonsanddrabbles event

day one 🌙 Monday (Moon) - Wolves / Magic

#jonsa #jonsa fic #jonsa au #jonsa event #jonsawarriors #jonsaedit #jonsa dungeons and drabbles #i will try to make one of these for each day but they might be late #cause i have school and work and stuff #jon x sansa #actually jonsa

[alicent-targaryen]

JONSA WEEK 2023 ▸ Fairy Tale (RED RIDING HOOD!SANSA x WOLF!JON)

#is this terribly cliché? 😅 also i'm sorry for the late submission i found out yesterday about the event #jonsaweek2023 #snowstoneweek #events #moodboard by ria #got #tv #sansa stark #jon snow #kit harington #sophie turner #jonsa #jonsa edit #game of thrones #game of thrones edit #got edit #jonsnowedit #gotedit #jonsaedit #sansastarkedit #gameofthronesedit

[daughter-of-winterfell]

My Own Dancing Body

- for the Jonsa Valentine's Day Event 2024 ❤️

“Let me make you some tea,” Jon entreats her, matching her half step. The suggestion is a perfect one and Sansa’s eyes, of their own accord, dart to his. Sincerity lies in wait there with the warmth of banked coals, and hides whatever else he must think, finding her in this bedraggled way. - Sansa returns to East 61st Street close to tears and is met by her cousin Jon. There, he makes her lemon tea and they talk gently with one another.

This is written with great haste/love for @jonsa-valentine, and is the first fanfic I have really written in years! I have posted it 41 minutes past midnight but emotionally, I did this on the 13th ❤️

The types of love in this fic are: Philia (deep friendship) and Storge (familial love).

In this, (as is custom it seems), only the younger Starks are alive and only Sansa travelled to New York to stay with her Aunt Lyanna and Cousin Jon for a season.

To read on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53760841

I am the angel who sweep air in and out my own dancing body.

- Angela Jackson, Angel

The hem of her day dress – which her mother had once so painstakingly let down and secured – is dripping and unsalvageable. Sansa could cry, the tears already clawing up her throat and pricking at her insides. The puddle in the foyer only grows as it seems the entirety of the brief shower has been dragged inside on her ragged hem, and the pale pink has been left a murky grey.

Sansa sniffs dismally. She is alone, blessedly so after that, and so wipes her nose with her soaked gloves.

It must be a portent. That on the very first day she no longer wears her clutching, tight-laced mourning dresses, Mr Hardyng decides to propose and the heavens open. Her hands shiver, where they are pressed against her roiling stomach.

And she’d so longed to wear pink again. How girlish and unseemly, but black is not her colour – it drains her features when they’d been drained enough. All life had been scraped from her in the past year. Black lace only meant that all the twittering aunts and ladies could easily spy it for themselves.

Lyanna had said, “Oh, my dear,” when Sansa had arrived in her black cloistered dress, sweating and breathless, on the steps of her East 61st Street home. Her pity was piercing and bright when she rubbed the back of Sansa’s glove.

They had not been able to make it to the funeral, but Lyanna still wore a black pin above her heart for her brother and his family, and her own husband, lost at sea.

The melancholy sweeps through her then with a tidal ebb. An ever-deep sorrow for her mother, Father, Robb. For Bran, travelling far from them with so few letters returned. The dear ache of missing Arya and Rickon, safely ensconced in Riverrun.

Undeniably, a spare ounce of it is for her ruined dress and sodden gloves.

 She is not crying but her face is tight and disgustingly, humiliating damp.

“Miss Stark?”

Hastily, she sniffs in a shockingly unladylike manner and dips her neck, tipping the brim of her hat to somewhat shield herself. Embarrassment coils itself about her ankles and Sansa can only shuffle in the lake she is procuring for herself in Mrs Snow’s pristine hallway.

 It couldn’t be Bannister who found her, or Jeyne. It had to be –

 “Sansa, my dear-”

Jon cleaves his words in two, his footsteps halting an eternity away. She can’t look at him with her burning eyes and pink cheeks, in her poor, piteous state. Sansa hates herself then. What other state has Jon seen her in, since their introduction this season? Piteous and poor and weeping. On their doorstep that first day, when being snubbed by his haughty Targaryen aunt and uncle.

Yet, who else could see her in such a way? Could be allowed to? Whatever is in his eyes – which she assiduously avoids meeting now – there has never, not once, been pity.

He had been the first to wrap his arms around her in months. To dare not murmur any condolences at all.

The first she wishes to reach for, at each luncheon and ball and dinner.

Though she does not now. But the brim of her hat is no match for the hand he extends, bearing a white handkerchief. Sansa takes it from his fingers and dabs at the stinging corners of her eyes.

“Such terrible weather” – Sansa sighs in a manner suited to the stage, determined to seem somewhat unaffected - “I remember you saying I would not need my parasol today.”

His chuckle is a whiskey shot that steals her living breath.

“You would not listen to my counsel, dear cousin.”

The softening of his vowels, the tapping of his shoes – her affectations are whisps of smoke he merely blows apart. He has caught her. Thawing in the hall, in her favourite dress, almost in tears. The dance of custom would be to retreat once the white flag had been offered and accepted and reasoned away.

Jon crosses an inch of the wooden floor.

“I shall dry off and escape this chill,” Sansa declares, taking half a step to the right, towards the solitude offered by the Snow’s guest bedroom.

“Let me make you some tea,” Jon entreats her, matching her half step, “as you do so.”

The suggestion is a perfect one and Sansa’s eyes, of their own accord, dart to his. Sincerity lies in wait there with the warmth of banked coals, and hides whatever else he must think, finding her in this bedraggled way.

She inclines her head, agreeing to the tea, and endeavours not to scuttle away like some anxious creature as Jon remains at the foot of the stairs, one hand outstretched on the banister.

“If I asked,” Jon asks, cradling a cup of tea in his steady hands, perched opposite her cross-legged, straight-spined position at the dining room table, “would you tell me?”

Tell me of what happened to bring you to such a poor and piteous state, in my hallway.

Or more likely, as it is her Jon asking, tell me what made you cry.

“The rain brings out the dreariness in me,” she blusters, half afraid of what may fall from her mouth, “Please, do not worry.”

The crease between his brows tells her his thoughts like a worn book; he worries about me, regardless of what I say.

Her news will not ease that burden for him, yet it spills from her in a heaving rush. How Mr Hardyng had invited her with such grace to his opening of the new rose garden and how she had – foolishly – shed her mourning clothes with a great sigh to attend as the man’s acquaintance. How it was an orchestrated ambush and he had gripped her hands between his and declared her his fiancée when met with her astonished silence.

How no one had spoken a word when she broke that silence and torn her hands from his and the rain poetically chose to drench the entire gaping party. And her pink dress, the one her mother had always loved, was now speckled with mud and puddle-water.

“He should not have taken your hands in that way.”

Jon’s gruff disapproval of the matter of Hardyng overstepping her bodily comforts does not grate as it ought. He shakes his head, dislodging an inky curl from its manicured hold. Likely thinking of how he could have removed Hardyng’s hands from her with a degree of force, as he had done at too many of the balls they had attended at one another’s side this season.

“It is no serious matter.”

He says her name, feather-soft.

“If that was the entirety of it, perhaps it would be, but Jon -” Sansa’s breath hitches and she releases her teacup with a clatter. Oh god.

Without seeming to listen, Jon is consumed, swirling his lemon tea. It is his turn to avoid her gaze.

“He should not have asked at all,” he mutters darkly.

She has just left the black behind so it is not seemly to pounce upon her so, but Jon seems to frown more fiercely than Hardyng’s faux pas deserves.

Swallowing the dismay of her own recollections, she ignores his scowls and continues, chin high and trembling. “Jon, I turned him down, vehemently. What other man will forget that?”

He stills.

Her hands shake against the dining room table as Jon, purposely and with the expression of a man pierced through and through, meets her eyes. Covers her hand with no weight at all.

“I do not need to forget. If – I asked…”

Courage deserts him with a fell swoop and Sansa turns her hand over in careful inches. Soon lacing their tea-warmed hands into one. And she is free, miraculously, of the prickling, shaking, nausea that poisoned her in the hall. It is just her, and her Jon.

“We’re family,” Jon manages, the embers in his gaze alight again and like a looking glass, Sansa knows him, knows his meaning. We could be a family.

They could be. They could dance with one another that inch closer and share lemon tea as dusk falls and they dream of spring.

 Her heartbeat swells, a symphony, and lulls into a new pleasant calmness.

“More tea, my dearest Jon?”

He does not release her hands and her laughing offer is not accepted. Rather, the hearth of his heart opens and the teacups are forgotten as their foreheads touch, gentle across the scant table cloth that rudely divides them.

Lemon tea and dancing can come later. For now, Sansa is held and is warm.

#jon x sansa #jonsa #Jonsa Valentine #Jonsa Valentine 2024 #hardly edited as i am now going to have less than five and a half hours sleep before work #but worth it! #i'd like to write something else for this event but it will certainly be a late entry!

[songoficeandthirst]

Excited to announce our upcoming summer writing event - Summer Lovin' 2023!

Choose your favorite quote(s) from these famous declarations of love, and write about it in 2.3k words or less! Any ship pairing is more than welcome - Daemyra, Rhaewin, Jacegan, Lucemond, Rhaegon, Helaemond, & more!

This event is open to everyone (18+) - feel free to join in!

Discord Link: https://discord.gg/iceandthirst

Ao3 Collection Link: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/BeyondtheWallArchives

Twitter: @IceandThirst

Dates: July 23, 2023 - August 23, 2023

Please use #IceandThirst if you would like to be reposted onto the server's social media accounts! When posting in Ao3, feel free to add to the server collection: BeyondtheWallArchives

#house of the dragon #hotd fanfic #iceandthirst #daemyra #rhaewin #helaemond #jacegan #lucemond #rhaegon #greencest #targcest #sansan #jonerys #jonsa #rhaenicent #gendrya #hotd discord #writing event

[jonsaslove]

Happy Halloween everyone! Here is my first work for the @jonsa-halloween event. Thank you so much to the hosts, looking forward to the next few days :)

#jonsa halloween #jonsa #fic #mine #this is my favourite of the works i wrote for this event and its also the spookiest as well :)

[jonsa-valentine]

Hi Jonsa fandom 💕

We would like to thank all of you for participating in the Jonsa Valentine 2024 Event. This event would not have been possible without your constant support. Please find our Masterlist for the event below

gifset by @kitnjon

gifset by @kitnjon

edit by @malorashightower

edit by @malorashightower

edit by @sweetaprilbutterfly

edit by @sweetaprilbutterfly

edit by @esther-dot

fic by @esther-dot

fic by @maid-with-serpents

fic by @daughter-of-winterfell

fic by @estherruth-jonsatrash

fic by @eruherdiriel

fic by @sailorshadzter

fic by @sailorshadzter

fic by @minitafan

fic by @hilarychuff​

A big thanks to everyone who participated and everyone who liked and reblogged their entries! Thank you  💕 

#jonsa #jon x sansa #jonsa valentine 2024 #jonsa valentine #jon snow #sansa stark #actually jonsa #jonsa event

[jonsa-halloween]

JONSA HALLOWEEN EVENT 2023

Hello Jonsa fam 👻, we are back with more spooky fandom fun! This year we will be hosting a five day Jonsa Halloween event from 27th to 31st October.

We have included 3 prompts per day. Below is the prompt list for the event:

27th Oct: Resurrection - Bonfire - Witch

28th Oct: The Stranger - Pumpkin - Full Moon

29th Oct: The Others/White Walkers - Fall - Spirit

30st Oct: Weapon - Costume - Ghost

31st Oct: Free Choice

🎃 Feel free to use prompts as strictly or as loosely as you wish. It is not necessary for your entries to have a scary element in it. We just want everyone to have fun!

🎃 Please use #jonsa halloween & #jonsa halloween 2023 in your posts or tag @jonsa-halloween  so we can reblog your entries. In case we miss out on reblogging your entry, feel free to send us link to your post.

🎃 The event will be inclusive of all types of fan creations like fanfiction, edis, gifsets, manips, playlists, moodboard, fan video, meta, poem etc.

🎃 We would be accepting late entries till our Masterlist is posted, so don't worry even if you are not able to post your creation on a specific day.

🎃 Feel free to send us ask if you have any doubts. We would love to clarify.

🎃 HAVE FUN! We are excited to see your creations!

#jonsa #jon x sansa #jon snow #sansa stark #jonsa halloween #jonsa halloween 2023 #jonsa event #actuallyjonsa

[snowstoneweek]

Thank you everyone for participating in this years Jonsa Week, We will hopefully hold Jonsa week next year the same time as this week. We will be accepting submissions until the 25th of this month. This also applies to our AO3 collection.

#jonsaweek2023 #jonsa #actually jonsa #jon snow #sansa stark #jonsa event

[kitnjon]

#jonsa #jon x sansa #Jon snow #sansa stark #sansasource #jonsource #gameofthronesdaily #asoiafsnet #gotasoiafsource #asoiafedit #gotedit #house stark #game of thrones #edit:original #my post #found this in my drafts #I had made this one for an event last year but posted a different version

[cellsshapedlikestars]

to all the boys...

Sansa has always been a romantic. It is her biggest flaw, per Arya, but mom always said it was her biggest strength. The problem with being a hopeless romantic is that she reads too much into everything, and her crushes on boys are often intense. One day, sobbing to her mother about how Loras didn't love her back, mom had sighed and told her to maybe start a diary. Write her feelings out so that she could process them.

Instead, Sansa decided to write letters.

for the @jonsa-valentine​ event, day 1: letters

read it here on ao3

#jonsa #jonsa fic #jonsa valentine #jonsa valentine 2023 #i'm sure this has been done before #but oh well #it's what came to mind #genuinely did not think i'd have something for this event #but look at me! #writing this in a few hours and getting it posted

[amymel86]

I own the URL @jonsa-halloween - but I won’t have time to do an event this year. If anyone wants to run it using this URL, I’m happy to hand it over. Send me a DM 👍

#jonsa #jon x sansa #jonsa events #jonsa halloween