i'm no ser.

( SANDOR CLEGANE | THE HOUND ) It was only the fire he feared.

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"So you're the one they call the Hound?" he inquired, looking at the man.

Taking in the stranger’s appearance, Sandor raises one unburnt brow. His hair was an off shade of white; Targaryen genes, it seemed. “What’s it to you, boy?”

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-excited noise slips out; clings.-

// -showers with love- YOOOOU. You’re still around! And still as awesome as ever! I’m so glad!

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bless you for not only being back on my dash but bringing some Rapunzel with you I swear you are perfect

// Bless you for continuing to follow me! Much appreciated, lovely anon!

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-jumps up and down cause I missed you so-

// -LOVINGLY WRAPS ARMS AROUND YOU- I missed you too, I'm so glad you're still here!

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lostinthecarnival replied to your post: 

I will follow you to the ends of the earth and back. Always.

Right back at you! (◡‿◡✿) Is your Arya muse still kicking? I owe you replies for her, I think.

[burnscar]

I MISS MY CRACK BUDDY

// OH MAN DROGO WE HAVE SO MUCH MAKING OUT TO CATCH UP ON(I mean... I miss you too!!)

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//ghsafbv! I was literally JUST thinking: 'you know who I miss...?' and then I logged on and audibly squeed. ^^ I missed you!//

// Really?! asdfjkl. I missed you too!! Hope you’ve been well!

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morningsnow87 replied to your post:

//Welcome back!!!

lostinthecarnival replied to your post:

-holds gently- Shhhhh. The world often changes; fear not! And WELCOME BACK, DARLING!

Thank you, sweethearts! I appreciate you still following even though I was gone for a long while. ♥

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[Just wanted to let you know that I hope everything is going well and that I'll still be around when you return from hiatus. <3

// All is well, no worries! Thank you for the concern and for being so patient with me. I love your Sansa to pieces.

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fkaokafjsdofk I MISS MY SANDY SO MUCH IT HURTS.

// Not as much as I missed you! Looks like you were gone most of this time too, though. I hope you come back soon!!

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> Return from hiatus > Half my favorite people have deleted their blogs

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Fine then, I'll get on with it. ;) If it weren't for your icons of Rapunzel, I would think you were just taking selfies for the icons of Sandor. You play him beautifully and he's always a thrill to have on my dash. Thank you for rping him so well. :)

// Eee, thank you very much! This was a nice surprise to log in to, since unfortunately I haven’t been as active as I’d like these past couple weeks. So yes, this is extra appreciated!! Thank you for being incredibly sweet, and it means a lot to me that you enjoy my portrayal. :D

(Also, I’m imagining Sandor taking selfies now… fff ahaha.)

[knights-of-fulmane]

Reblog if you are an Independent Game of Thrones/A Song of Ice and Fire Rper

I am creating a masterlist for Game Of Thrones/A Song Of Ice And Fire Roleplayers. So if you have an independent blog (Canon or OC) please reblog this to get on said list. 

[eludingdeath]

              People say that I am h e a r t l e s s          

                                         ——  I just learned to use my heart { less }

[stronglikemyladymother-deactiva]

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There would be no Game of Thrones without Cersei Lannister. She’s cunning, smart, sassy, and in every way a lioness. And lionessoflannister has is all. The complexity and grace that make up Cersei are flawlessly shown. And the mun is one of the biggest sweethearts. Beautiful portrayal, stunning writing, and a kind soul of a mun. All in all a gloriously well rounded Cersei. 

[anicelybandiedword]

First and foremost! A huge heartfelt THANK YOU to everyone following me!

I only recently hit 250 followers a couple of days ago. I tend to be shy and awkward about these things, but I do want to show a level of gratitude and appreciation. I am flattered beyond words that so many of you found my blog worthy enough of a follow. I wish I had time enough to interact with everyone, but since I don’t, here is what I would like to do…

TEN people will receive:

    ♟ A personalized animated banner (like the one at the top of this post) coupled with a promotion consisting of a genuine blurb as to why I think your blog is fantastic. For additional examples, please see [this post]. If I’ve already made you a banner in the past, I will make you a gifset to your specifications.     ♟ A customized icon pack of your character (or things that interest you) consisting of no less than 20 icons (possibly more if I find a good stash of caps).

ONE person will receive:

    ♟ All of the above, PLUS—     ♟ A $25 gift card to the HBO Store (gotta support my show!). That means you can purchase your very own Mockingbird Pin and still have $10 left over! This is all electronic and all I will need is your name and email address to send it to you.

There’s just a few guidelines:

    ♟ You need to be following me.     ♟ The person eligible for the gift card will have needed to be following me prior to this post [10/15/13].     ♟ I know I have quite a few non-rp blogs who follow me, and ofttimes you guys even make my ‘Biggest Fans’ list, so I know you’re reading me! You can enter too! This is not exclusive to the roleplaying community.     ♟ You need to reblog this post at least once to consider yourself ‘entered’ for prizes. Reblog as many times as you like. Each reblog will get you another number.     ♟ Winners will be determined at the end of the promotion by a random number generator.     ♟ This giveaway will end on 10/25/13 at midnight MST [GMT -7].

Thank you again to all of you; you definitely know how to make a roleplayer feel welcomed. Good luck to those who choose to participate!

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blood and steel

Time had yawned between them like a chasm. Days had turned into months, months into years. And Sansa had never forgotten him, or his gruff turns at affection — never forgotten the time he stepped up without hesitation to wrap her in his cloak. Never forgot the lessons he taught her — The Hound is right.. I am only a little bird, repeating the words they taught me — and he doesn’t know that he was the reason her spine became steel, that Sansa became an iron fist in a velvet glove. Through all the mess of Tyrion in the middle of the night, through the mockery of pretending to be Lord Baelish’s daughter, through the shame of Robert and the death of Lysa — she wished The Hound had been there, to guide her, to help her.

She didn’t know what became of him. She heard bits and pieces here and there, and wrote friends and family for news, from Winterfell, but none had any to give. Her red hair had grown back from the black it was dyed, and she had grown up strong and lady-like. And when word came that a man with a scarred face was traveling into Winterfell with some companions, Sansa dropped her embroidery.

Her lady-in-waiting tried to keep up, but the Stark woman was too fast, her fingers curled in her skirts, long legs casting her across the cold ground. At the gate were a group of men, in leather and fur, and Sansa rose on the tips of her toes to see if she could see who this scarred man was, her hands wringing in front of her. And then she saw, she saw him, and just when the maid caught up, Sansa was off again.

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Dig one grave for each life taken; that was the task given to him by the Elder Brother. While the labor itself was not too difficult, measuring the exact number of deaths he had caused was quite the chore. Fifteen years of slaughtering the toughest of men, the weakest of women, the chastest of children, and anyone else his masters saw fit. To recall every one of their faces would be impossible. He settled for burying each corpse that washed up on shore, of which there were many. The Brothers would let him know when it was enough.

The energy he expended would calm him, they said. Some days, however, all it did was cause frustration. His veins were meant to pulse with hate, his hands were meant to tear flesh, his mouth was meant to threaten. Killing was what he was born to do. A mad dog through and through. But even he could not deny the truth of the matter — The Hound did not exist any longer. Only a sapless man, broken down and nearly crippled, remained. When the anger began to boil his blood, Sandor would lean against the base of the shovel and shut his eyes. A song wrapped around his consciousness then, a soothing balm on a burn no one could see. Gentle mother, font of mercy, Save our sons from war, we pray. Sooth the wrath and tame the fury, Teach us all a kinder way.

The voice was soft and distant, a small beacon of light in a sea of corrupt memories. It had moved him to tears once, the chirping of this little bird. Now it served as a tourniquet for the resentment that welled beneath his skin. A reminder of the kindness that had once been shown to him — the kindness he instinctively rejected and ran away from. A reminder of someone he would never see again.

It was during one of these sweet escapes that the Elder Brother came to inform the gravedigger of his next mission: travel inland and spread the faith. Gods were not something he ever had much faith in. They were as real as true knights, he thought, and therefore not real at all. But these men had saved him from the edge of death when no one else had shown him a sliver of mercy — not even the she-wolf he had looked after and protected. He owed them his life, measly as it was, and so he did as they asked.

As Sandor and his fellow Brothers traversed the countryside, he expected to hear rumors of a still-raging war, but instead was pleasantly surprised by whispers of a peace time within the realm. Silently, he wondered what had become of his former masters, and the little bird he tried his hardest to protect from their claws. Before he knew it, the group had made their way to Winterfell, once again thriving with the pride of the North. Sandor made no frantic attempt at a search, for he realized it would be all but fruitless -- the girl was likely dead, with one of her many brothers at the helm here. Grey eyes idly scan his surroundings, widening only when a flash of red came into view.