When we speak of the morrow nothing is ever certain.
This Man Sandor Clegane by Inertia18
Axe-wielding Hound scribbles because this character gives me lyf & also causes me so.much.emotional.pain I want to hibernate
— Alice Walker, from A Poem Traveled Down My Arm
[DAZED FROM BLOOD LOSS] hey not to kill the vibe completely but i think i am in love with you
she wanted to rage, to hurt him as he’d hurt her, to warn him that when she was queen she would have him exiled if he ever dared strike her again
Florian and Jonquil? A fool and his cunt. Spare me.
One by one their seats were emptied, one by one they went away. Now the family is parted. Will it be complete one day?
Happy birthday, my dear Rory!!!!!
“Ask her, if you ever see her again. Ask her who came back for her, when the mob had her on her back. They would have taken her every which way and left her there with her throat cut open.”
— The Hound (3x08)
You’ll be glad of the hateful things I do some day when you’re the queen and I’m all that stands between you and your beloved king…
Sansa thought of the games she would play as a young child, always insisting that Robb joined in. He could never refuse and so he would be the brave knight to her captured princess, with Arya often playing the villain. The rescue attempt would always end with a sword fight while Sansa cheered Robb on, and when he won he would pick her up and spin her around while she laughed happily, kissing his cheek and declaring him the bravest knight in the seven kingdoms.
Though they were silly games of pretend, still Sansa waited in King’s Landing with the hope that Robb would be her knight just one more time.
family for @sansamonth2023
The Hounds nameday
Would you like a lemon cake?
“And the little bird, your pretty sister, I stood there in my white cloak and let them beat her. I took the bloody song, she never gave it. I meant to take her too. I should have. I should have fucked her bloody and ripped her heart out before leaving her for that dwarf.” A spasm of pain twisted his face. “Do you mean to make me beg, bitch? Do it! The gift of mercy … avenge your little Michael…”