I've only now read your goodbye... And I absolutely needed to say you that you're an incredibly talented writer, your stories are wonderful, realistic, layered and the characters have a rare complexity and depth. And your love and respect for them (Sandor in particular, you know!) is palpable in every word you wrote. Your stories will have forever a social place in my heart and I'm honoured to have had the option thto readem. You're perfect the way you are. I hope you will read this. blueSands.
Hi blueSands!
We already talked about it on AO3 (as I know you rarely spend time on tumblr) so it was not a surprise for you, I guess... What you said about my writing made me blush and my words cannot convey my gratitude. How could they? You offered me support throughout the years. You were here when I posted my first stories, you stayed, no matter what, leaving comments on every story, even on the little known stories I posted. I often asked myself ‘What would blueSands think of this plot twist?’ I’m really lucky I got to ‘meet’ you and to exchange with you about these characters, thanks to this fandom.
You are a wonderful person and I wish you all the best!
A week ago, I posted the final chapter of One Little Slip and it’s the last fanfiction I’ll share. This is my last post here on Tumblr. I’ve decided to leave both the SanSan fandom and fanfiction in general. This is not a whim: I’ve been thinking of this for over a year and the last months helped me confirm my decision. But first of all, THANK YOU.
Your messages really touched me and I’m going to answer each one by using the messaging service of tumblr. It might take me a couple of days but I’ll do my best to answer every reply. *hugs*
Sorry to see you go. I honestly don't think dark themes and open endings are not popular in this fandom. First person POV on the other hand...
Hi Anon and thank you for your message!
You're right, first person POV isn't very popular here and I can see why. As for dark themes and open endings, well, you didn't read some of the bad comments I got when I posted Pour Me One or Burning Bridges... But then again, someone more talented might have convinced everyone and received only praises for their work.
A week ago, I posted the final chapter of One Little Slip and it’s the last fanfiction I’ll share. This is my last post here on Tumblr. I’ve decided to leave both the SanSan fandom and fanfiction in general. This is not a whim: I’ve been thinking of this for over a year and the last months helped me confirm my decision. But first of all, THANK YOU.
I’m grateful, I really am for all the good things that happened to me since I discovered fanfiction and created this account, like talking with you all, laughing at the same jokes, receiving support. I also learned a lot, on people and on myself but it’s time for me to leave.
The main reason I joined the SanSan fandom was writing. Whereas most people come for the characters or because of their love for ASoIaF, I came here to share the stories I write. I don’t write metas, I don’t take part in discussions because I don’t have a point of view on everything and on the rare occasions when I shared my opinion, there was always some other comment that made me feel stupid afterwards. And unlike many of you, I’m not a good fanfiction reader nor a very good commenter. Mea culpa.
My stories have fallen under the radar and whereas I received support here on Tumblr (THANK YOU, once more), it went pretty unconspicuous otherwise. So… I questioned my writing, I asked myself if my English was getting rusty (which is plausible when you’ve learned English at school and never lived in an English-speaking country).
Maybe it’s also because of the kind of stories I write. I love dark stories and I favor open endings. They’re not everyone’s cup of tea, which is fine. You’ve heard this sentence, probably: ‘Write what you want’. That’s what I’ve done with my last stories, and while this motto can be inspiring, it’s not really helpful when your stories don’t get as many hits or comments as you’d like. It’s kind of sad actually, when you’ve collected material for three years in order to write a story (that’s what I’ve done for One Little Slip). I could have changed my tune and written fluffy stories. In fact, I’ve tried this and I wrote light-hearted fics, but I felt like a fraud. This is simply not me.
Despite all this, I was tempted to stay. It’s often easier to stay. But let’s face it… What I want and what most people in the fandom want are so different that there is only one option: leave. Maybe someone more talented than me will convince some of you to read open endings.
I’ll keep writing, but I’ll work on my own project in French and we’ll see what happens. I don’t kid myself and I know full well that I might never get published, but at least I’ll try.
Before leaving, I’d like to thank some people for their kindness. @ladytp, @queenoferebor1204, @thefeatherofhope, @carobaldoni @bighound-littlebird, @zip00198704, @devilsbastion, @salsita, @thebluelemontree, @mllekaren, @ladycyprus, @ellebh, @sassyeggs74, @musingsofaquietmind, @mundongo THANK YOU.
Okay so I’m hoping someone somewhere will know this fic bc I can’t remember much about it and I can’t seem to find it anywhere…
So Sansa and Sandor were living somewhere in essos like hiding out and sandor is doing like labour work and sansa was sat on the dock watching him work at one point
Then they get invited to a party/ball thing going on by one of the important people in the city and sandor agrees to go with her. Someone asks who they are to eachother and she says that they’re husband and wife which sandor is like “wtf?” at
Then she sees him kissing a whore at the party and she gets all upset and he says something like “why do you care where I put my mouth?” and then she reveals her feelings, etc
I know its not much to go off of but someone must know it :((((((((
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Here’s the final chapter of my film noir AU, One Little Slip. Yes, it is an open ending. No, it wasn’t inspired by GoT 8x5 (I only watched the episode last night). And of course, @queenoferebor1204 beautifully edited it (a round of applause for her, please!). I do hope you’ll enjoy reading it, because if you’re still here, you’re pretty amazing.
I drew her closer and kissed her slowly. Time was ticking, we both knew it. Let’s make it count, I thought, and I believe she told herself the same. Her soft lips lingered on mine and then she planted a kiss on my forehead. Brienne was already there, her tall silhouette looming over Sansa’s crouched form.
“What we have...” the little bird said. “Nothing can erase what we have.”
Next chapter of ‘One Little Slip’ is the final one.
“Never been very good at farewells,” I muttered once we were alone.
“Who told you this is farewell? Never in a million years I would have thought I’d do the things I’ve done recently, like... calling the restaurant where you were collecting money and pretending I was Cersei to talk to you. Like booking a room in a hotel for some... extracurricular activity.”
“Or like sleeping with me?”
She cupped my burnt cheek. “Like sleeping with you and asking myself why I didn’t fall in love with you earlier.”
“Say it again,” I asked. “I like the sound of it.”
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Here’s the second-to-last chapter of One Little Slip, brilliantly edited by @queenoferebor1204, as always!
Warning for violence and the amount of darkness you can expect in film noir.
Brienne closed the door behind us. “We need to discuss the reason I came to San Diego. This, and what you intend to do.”
I froze. What did that ugly woman know about my plan? I instinctively touched my shoulder holster.
Brienne closed the distance between us and I realized how strange it was to meet a woman almost as tall as me. “I came here because I promised the late Catelyn Stark I would find her daughter and take her somewhere safe. I didn't know someone else had more or less the same plan. Sansa just told me.”
I’ll keep this short and sweet (well, it is sweet if you enjoy descriptions of Cersei) as I’m editing again and again the two remaining chapters of my film noir AU, One Little Slip.
The smell of menthol cigarettes roused me from my thoughts. Cersei. Our big-league blonde materialized by my side, a long and thin cigarette wedged between the second and the third finger of her manicured hand. The cigarettes were for getting rid of the alcohol breath and the menthol was supposed to hide the smell of tobacco. It didn’t work too well.
“Did you see Jaime?” she asked.
Picture: Lana Turner (AKA my headcanon for a film noir Cersei).
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Many thanks to @queenoferebor1204 who edited this chapter! Sorry for the delay… I’m re-reading the two last chapters before sending them to my beta reader so I should be able to update again soon, fingers crossed.
Cersei had been appealing for information as to Jaime’s whereabouts for a long time, so when he showed up unexpectedly the next morning and rang the door of the villa, all those who worked for the Lannisters thought she’d be on cloud nine. And she was. For, like, five minutes.
Jaime had been declared MIA during the fights between us and the Stark family, months ago. Snitches had told us he was locked up somewhere, then there had been rumors about him being wounded but nobody could locate him. The reunion of the Lannister siblings quickly turned sour because of three little details that didn’t sit well with Cersei.
Sorry for the long hiatus… I came back from Japan a week ago but I really needed to focus on work last week (the school inspector paid me a visit) and sometimes, there’s nothing like a social media break to feel better. All this to say that this is an excerpt from the next chapter: Sandor confronts Balon Swann…
Small talk is quite difficult when one doesn’t want to cooperate, and you can imagine I didn’t want to waste my time with shitty considerations about the weather and such. Probably annoyed by my non-committal answers, Swann took a sharp intake of breath and asked bluntly: “Why did you come?”
“I think you know why.” Keeping my head down, I swirled the scotch in my glass. It almost smelled like a cigar box: a pretty decent scotch, in my opinion. You see, everything about Balon Swann is decent and that’s why guys like him are so fucking annoying.
He looked at me across the small kitchen table. “What’s going on with Sansa Stark? Are you two-”
“Yes,” I cut him off. There were only two questions he could have in mind at this point: ‘Are you two sleeping together?’ and ‘Are you two in love?’. I wasn’t sure how I would react if he voiced out what I had kept for myself so far; it made everything too real for my liking. Anyway, the correct answer to both questions was a straightforward yes.
Sorry for the long hiatus... I came back from Japan a week ago but I really needed to focus on work last week (the school inspector paid me a visit) and sometimes, there’s nothing like a social media break to feel better. All this to say that this is an excerpt from the next chapter: Sandor confronts Balon Swann...
Small talk is quite difficult when one doesn’t want to cooperate, and you can imagine I didn’t want to waste my time with shitty considerations about the weather and such. Probably annoyed by my non-committal answers, Swann took a sharp intake of breath and asked bluntly: “Why did you come?”
“I think you know why.” Keeping my head down, I swirled the scotch in my glass. It almost smelled like a cigar box: a pretty decent scotch, in my opinion. You see, everything about Balon Swann is decent and that’s why guys like him are so fucking annoying.
He looked at me across the small kitchen table. “What’s going on with Sansa Stark? Are you two-”
“Yes,” I cut him off. There were only two questions he could have in mind at this point: ‘Are you two sleeping together?’ and ‘Are you two in love?’. I wasn’t sure how I would react if he voiced out what I had kept for myself so far; it made everything too real for my liking. Anyway, the correct answer to both questions was a straightforward yes.
