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   ━━   𝚆𝙰𝙶𝙴 𝚆𝙰𝚁 𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴 𝙽𝙾 𝚃𝙾𝙼𝙾𝚁𝚁𝙾𝚆 !

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   ━━ i’ve come to the desert to laugh at your love , as the desert’s more tender and the thorn kisses better . i’ve come to this middle of nowhere to shout , that you never deserved what i wanted to give so badly . i’ve come running and forgot you on the way . kiss me little bird and don’t get frightened humming bird . 𝙸'𝚅𝙴 𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙴 𝙾𝙽 𝙵𝙸𝚁𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙳𝙴𝚂𝙴𝚁𝚃 𝚃𝙾 𝙱𝚄𝚁𝙽 𝙱𝙴𝙲𝙰𝚄𝚂𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝙾𝚄𝙻 𝙸𝚂 𝚂𝙴𝚃 𝙰𝙻𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃 𝚆𝙷𝙴𝙽 𝙸𝚃 𝚂𝚃𝙾𝙿𝚂 𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙸𝙽𝙶 .

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Thank you.

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i need to eventually write a headcanon on the difference between king’s landing sandor and goodbye king’s landing sandor. because although i don’t play the hound as having a very drastic redemption arc , as in becoming a fully good and honest person , he did change a lot. he still acts based on very violent impulses and he’s still hostile but it’s only because he never learned how to act any other way . at least now that he’s far away from the capital sandor clegane tries to direct his aggressiveness towards people who he thinks deserve it and acts out more as a way to protect others rather than as a reflex to the world in general . yes life has been unkind to sandor and he is still very angry at the world and YEAH he is a deeply pessimistic and bitter man but now he has found a group of people who have also gone through horrible things and seen how ugly humanity can be but still managed to remain good natured and honorable ... i do like the idea that sandor sees himself as a lost cause , too many years have passed for him to learn to be soft or good ™ but he recognizes now that this IS possible and PREFERABLE to being like he is now .

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cleganes are gross :// but,,,,,, coffee you're gr8

the martells are annoyin ://// ………………. but i guess nannie is alright

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@foreignaccent                         

❛     fill my cup .   ❜      sandor clegane ordered . he had been standing there for what felt like an eternity . the court laughed and drank , toasting in the king’s name and praising his poor lovely bride to be with the enthusiasm only wine could offer . every man and woman were careful to avoid sitting too close to the hound lurking by the doorway though . the sharpness of his teeth and the ferocity of his bark were enough to discourage most from speaking to him . but the horrible scars on his face were what kept him UNSEEN . no eyes ever brushed past him while searching for a friend in the crowd , no heads turned in his direction even when they needed to ... PEOPLE FEARED HIM . and so the hound feasted on that fear from his dark corner , comfortable in knowing that people believed him to be the ugliest thing in king’s landing . joffrey laughed and clapped as the court’s new fool fell on his arse after trying to balance himself atop a barrel . a bright shade of auburn fled from the dinner table , running out the door , taking with it all the warmth left in the room . 

                           and clegane had watched her ( the servant , the handmaiden , the whore , whatever the fuck she was ) following sansa stark’s great escape with her gaze . SHE HAD BEEN KIND TO THE GIRL . her insistence on keeping sansa fed     ━━    even if only on those cursed lemon cakes     ━━     hadn’t gone unnoticed . no one seemed to care about the little bird enough to make sure she didn’t perish during her time in the capital . AT LEAST , NO ONE WHO DIDN’T WANT SOMETHING FROM HER . the hound gave a step forward , standing in shae’s way when she tried to follow the northern girl out of the room . sandor gazed down at her warningly . there was no softness to be found in his features .             ❛     she doesn’t need you tuckin’ her in every bloody night .   ❜     his large hand reached to grab a cup that had been abandoned on a nearby table . he swallowed its’ contents in a couple of awfully loud gulps and held it out to the woman .                ❛     ━━  fill my cup .   ❜    

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Seems I’ve misplaced my desires Seems I’m sweeping up the ashes Of all my former fires…

Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds, from “Brother My Cup Is Empty,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

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stagnot‌:

        ‘     ye’re the one who kept her safe ?     ’

                      gendry tells himself   it’s stupid.    no good nor a pleasant time has ‘ver come so far from conversing with the other man     -      and gendry’s got ‘nough,   he does,   o’ men lookin’ down on him.   growin’ up on the streets,   he did,    ‘t was hard not t’.    then bein’ almost always covered in soot and ashes o’ the forge    …    if he closes his eyes right now he could very well remember it,   he will,    the eyes o’ any highborns or pretentious knights that might come by with an order.     you are dirty and below me,    their eyes would say,    nose high and mouth thinned into a line,     you are nothing.    for so long,   he had even believed it;   ate it up and harness ‘t into an unsatisfied rage and hatred against those o’ noble or higher blood.

                       and then,   he met arya    -    who was nothin’ proper,   she was,   nothing like the lady or any rich folks gendry’s ever met.    afterwards,   he met his uncle.    though the term “met” seems loose,    the term “uncle” seems looser.    he was no uncle o’ his,   that stannis baratheon,    king or no.   no family   -    not if his will were t’ kill his own kin only cause a religion told him to.    n’ when that was over,   it was,   everything    -    they were never really the same,   not ‘nymore.     he could hate any highborns he wants,    but he still owes his life plenty to one girl in particular who bore the name o’ an ancient house.    and he could spit at the riches s’ much as he likes,    doesn’t change the fact,   it won’t,   that he does get king’s blood runnin’ right ‘n him.    king,  aye,  and a drunk,  s’well.     and a womaniser.   and a fool who got ‘imself into the grave from a boar.

                   so,   true.    there might not be ‘ny good,   no,   talkin’ to the large man ‘cross o’ him when all gendry’s conversation so far have never much left him in a good mood after.     (    though he learns quick t’ not mind.    the hound,    like he said,   is not the first man t’ ever say somethin’ crude t’ his face b’fore;    not the first one t’ put him down and t’ remind him o’ his place.     )    what else is the choice?     you left me to die,    the hound had said t’ her,   he heard    -    what does it mean?    what happened?    i left her,   and you came ‘n the place o’ me,   is that it ?

       ‘    arya.    ’      a pause.     ‘     or did ye’ took her from the brotherhood ?   took her ‘gainst her will ?     ’

    @armourhound     /    weapon request completed.

it speaks . the blacksmith asked sandor something from across the table and the hound could not help but stare at gendry with complete and utter disinterest . they hadn’t met too long ago but , already , the hound felt exhausted by his presence . just because they had faced death together and battled through the snow , that did not mean they were friends .    ━━    he , very much like tormund and the rest of their bloody lot , now faced sandor without fear . they dared look him in the eye and even ( imagine ! ) reach out to him .  the monstrosity of his scars could no longer protect him from their senseless yapping . . . they had looked at him for too long during their time beyond the wall . and somehow , they had convinced themselves that , sandor clegane wasn’t really a dog but a man . just like the rest of them . 

                             gendry didn’t pull his eyes away despite clegane’s CLEAR HOSTILITY . it was sandor who had to lower his gaze to focus on his food . even this boy , who he had shown nothing but unkindness to , faced him now . sitting before him during meals , pestering him about whatever his shrunken skull had decided to busy itself with . sandor wasn’t used to this . the threat of acceptance and familiarity made his flesh recoil almost as much as the fire lighting up their table . clegane stuck a piece of dried out meat in his mouth . and while he chewed through it , arya stark was mentioned . sandor’s eyes nearly rolled into the back of his skull as he sat up straighter , his large hand reaching for his cup of wine . GENDRY WAS NOT A BAD KID , a fact clegane knew to be true but would never admit to . but in the depths of his guts something squirmed whenever the boy showed any particular interest in arya . his teeth sunk into the flesh in his mouth and ripped it apart . 

                        ❛     i dragged her kickin’ ‘n’ screamin’ across all of bloody westeros .   ❜     the hound husked , his mouth still full . sandor had seen the way he had looked at her . the same way all the dumb fucks who’d been kissing cersei lannister’s feet had stared at the back of her head on the day of her wedding . a quiet longing men wrote songs about and started wars for . all because they were caught by surprise by their own erected cocks . ❛    was goin’ to sell her off to her family .   ❜    clegane mentioned , casually , lifting the cup to press against his lower lip .   ❛    reckoned the stark bitch would be worth more alive .   ❜   the disdain in that sentence rolled so easily off his tongue , sandor almost convinced himself that he did not care for the girl in the slightest . he sipped on his wine . it tasted horribly .

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❝       ah  ,   i  see’   !     ❞       she exclaimed softly ,   cooing like a bird.     head twisted to the side in morbid curiosity ——— he wasn’t anything new.       nothing ugly  ,   compared to the wild things she always lived with.      if you think you are ugly wait ‘till the night comes  ,     dog.         a thin finger pointed to the scarred flesh of his face.        ❝       you were kissed by fire too.       ❞     fairly enough   ,   only she got  its  luck.              /   starter for    @armourhound

                                  his head turned slowly to acknowledge the wildling standing next to him . her bright red hair was the only sign of warmth around those parts ; she was a flame which burnt (  perhaps too loudly  ) against the northern pale landscape . redheads were supposed to be bring good luck around those parts , something clegane had yet to see proven . he eyed her with a deadpan stare , already making it clear that he wasn’t in the mood for any banter . sandor didn’t like her . he didn’t like anyone , but wildlings in particular seemed to be particularly good at GETTING ON HIS NERVES . the free folk were overly familiar , everything they did seemed to be based on their guts rather than their heads . she pointed at his face declaring that which he had heard before : KISSED BY FIRE .  and sandor felt his jaw clenching in warning .

 ❛     you point at me one more time , ‘n’ you’ll be scoopin’ your pretty lil’ teeth off the snow .   ❜   

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You speak Portuguese?

yes , olá i am a portugoose .

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* 𝙿𝙴𝚁𝙼𝙰𝙽𝙴𝙽𝚃 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙲𝙰𝙻𝙻 .

                    hello friends , you know how these work . if you would like me to write you a big dumb starter just hit that like button and i’ll type one out . this is also me telling you you’re super welcome to jump into my IMs if you ever want to talk about plots or pre-established relationships and dynamics . i’m a show based blog meaning i’m not the most knowledgeable person when it comes to the world building of asoiaf but i love reading and hearing about it ! this is a mutuals only starter call ; hope i get to write with all of you xoxo

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@immrtlsd

                             how in the seven hells had sandor clegane ended up there ? a dog which had napped under the sun and felt the sea breeze blowing through his ugly face for most of his life now sat on top of the world where nothing grew . the land was covered with a blanket of snow , one so thick it went up to clegane’s knees , forcing him to battle his way through the landscape . how had he gotten there ? jon snow , the stark bastard and his crew of merry fucking men had barged into his cell , releasing the dog from his chains with a request . one sandor clegane had not obligation to grant ... but that he did all the same . a mission that would , most likely , end in certain death but still , sandor had followed jon snow out into the wilderness . he had chewed over his reasons but found no answers ; he didn’t give a fuck about humanity . he didn’t believe in the kindness of men . he didn’t even care that much about any of the men currently snoring by the fire somewhere behind him .  ━━   HOW THE FUCK HAD HE GOTTEN THERE ?

                 it was sandor’s turn to keep watch ; the nights were far longer there and the dangers far STRANGER than anything the hound had ever faced . the crackling of the fire caused him to huff . despite the cold licking at his bones , he never got too close : the hideous side of his face ( where the skin twisted into spirals of red and pink ) wouldn’t allow him to . instead , sandor let his eyes wander across the landscape down below their current camping spot . the darkness and silence was unsettling . hostile ; NOTHING THERE WANTED THEM TO SURVIVE . as he sat there  , with every extremity of his body freezing over , sandor pondered about going back to warmer lands . it would be a long trip but he could just kill all those men with a single swing of his axe and leave . no one would ever know , no one would come looking for him , he’d be free once again ! the hound glanced over his shoulder at his traveling companions . tormund grunted and turned in his furs , nudging some of the other members of the dog pile in his sleep . sandor wrinkled his nose and turned away .  it would be best to live that fantasy out in his dreams when it was his turn to sleep .

but just as he turned back to stare into the emptiness of the winter landscape , clegane spotted a figure standing amidst the snow , just a few meters away from him . his grip on his weapon tightened and he quickly stood up . they looked human enough , but their stillness alarmed the hound nonetheless . no one should look this comfortable traveling through a northern night .           ❛       the fuck you lookin’ at ?    ❜      

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just a quick PSA but it hurts me a bit to go through people’s rules and realize , by reading them and what blogs they want to follow / not follow , that they haven’t given a single look at , not even my rules , but just my blog in general . it wouldn’t wound me so much if people weren’t so adamant or aggressive in the way they phrase things . so i just want to let new and old followers that might not have realized this know : I AM A SHOW BASED BLOG . i got my own headcanons and i’ve recently got the first book , but I AM A SHOW BASED BLOG . it’s perfectly fine to not want to follow got based accounts , it’s your blog , you do whatever ensures you’ll have a good time rping . but just give a quick glance at people’s blogs before following or approach them with questions or whatever , there’s really no harm in it . sorry if this makes anyone anxious it’s really no big deal , isdnjkfsd i just don’t want anyone to have a bad time ... me incLUDED HBDSJ .

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❛ I only want to know what that means. ❜

* 𝙶𝙰𝙼𝙴 𝙾𝙵 𝚃𝙷𝚁𝙾𝙽𝙴𝚂 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂 : 𝙾𝙿𝙴𝙽

                                     ❛       it means i got your scent , woman .    ❜      there it was ; the ugly snarl he had spent so many years practicing . sandor clegane was no ser : he was a dog . a hound well aware of how horribly his scars twisted and wrinkled up against his red flesh whenever he smiled . he rarely showed his teeth unless it was to BARE THEM AT SOMEONE . never a gesture fueled by sympathy , never something to welcome others into something comfortable . he growled through rows of gritted teeth at the maid , letting his shadow be casted upon her figure … sandor demanded no respect from the likes of her ; ONLY FEAR . but beneath all that ugliness there laid a purpose . something that both of them seemed keen to protect .      ❛      everything you touch reeks .    ❜      his eyes glanced down at her hands . shae had a bundle of tangled up sheets pressed against her figure . they were white and pristine , except for one very small flash of RED that bloomed somewhere between the folds , poorly hidden down in the lower layers , like a rosebud amidst the snow . loud , visible , OBVIOUS . clegane grabbed one of the ends of the large sheet and tossed it roughly over where the stain peeked , omitting it from any prying eyes . his cruel dark gaze rose to meet the maid’s .    ━━    there was a quiet acknowledgement there ; THEY BOTH KNEW OF THE SAME SECRET .        ❛       go scrub yourself clean before i throw you in with the livestock .    ❜      but neither of them seemed inclined to speak it .

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no woof 4 u

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justheirs‌:

for     ⁛     @armourhound     ⁛

𝙰𝚁𝙼𝚂 𝚆𝙴𝙰𝙺, 𝚁𝙸𝙱𝚂 𝙴𝚇𝙷𝙰𝚄𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼 𝙷𝙾𝙻𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝙿𝙾𝚄𝙽𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝚁𝚃, it’s a marvel that she has the strength left within her to grasp her weapon in one hand and him in the other. head lolls back momentarily as fatigue’s grip sinks its nails into her.

❝    …  𝖼𝖾𝗅𝗀𝖺𝗇𝖾  …    ❞          the girl gasps, relieved that he is still standing. funny. she never would have thought she’d feel this way about setting her eyes upon him, and yet here she is. grasping to him for support. comfort. it is all over, and here they are. at the end of everything.

                             he caught sight of her again . that stubborn girl still stood , even if just barely  ( how she had made it , he’d never fucking know ) . and for some unspoken reason , clegane felt a great sense of relief spread through his chest . he moved his arm around the girl’s body , as if he alone were keeping her in one piece . he tried not to think of the blood loss or the broken bones arya stark might have suffered . instead , sandor focused on her words , on the eyes that struggled to stay open but , in the end , STILL SOMEHOW MANAGED . she spoke his name . and he realized only then he had been holding his breath since losing sight of her . in that moment , the hound felt like less of a dog and more of a person .  ❛    get out of my way .   ❜        sandor growled to a knee buckling soldier who had just managed to get up to his feet , nudging past him so harshly it caused the poor man to fall back into the pile of dead bodies he had crawled out of .  he gently set the gasping little thing onto a small step ( as gently as any hound could possibly be ) hoping that she’d rest rather than FIGHT HIM on this . 

      ❛      you sit down and shut up now .    ❜        clegane husked , his own exhaustion making itself known in the tone of his voice . he refused to acknowledge that the softness of his words might come  from a place of genuine care rather than an stab wound .   ❛    you’re alright .   ❜