I made these two sketches of Sandor Clegane, The Hound, when he was younger.  I began to read A song of Ice and Fire, and, lately, I readed the Sansa POV where Sandor explain her why I has his burned face . I liked this passage in the book, more than the Show version . I found that It was a very moving and deeped chapter. 

Sandor Clegane: it’s complicated

Fans: Fuck this guy.

Fans: That guy sure is an asshole, but who isn’t in this show? Amirite?

Fans: Awwww, he’s like a father figure to Arya. And she wants him dead. Isn’t that adorable?

Fans: I was just starting to like him. Fucking figures. 

Fans: Who? Oh, yeah, sorry. That was like 19 deaths ago. 

Fans: I just don’t know how to feel anymore.  

We can dream, can’t we?

A tiny little piece inspired by artwork by @ofhouseadama - the one of Sandor and Sansa on a set of steps. I was reading over bits of A Clash of Kings for another piece of writing and the idea of Sansa reuniting with Sandor and finally giving him The Mother’s Hymn, only to forget some of the words, like he did the farmer’s prayer. just stomped all over my heart. 


Standing on the steps of Winterfell, she now can look him in the eye. Sansa Stark leans forward, towards the man she once called Hound, and whispers in his ear.

Gentle Mother, font of mercy,

save our sons, from war, we pray,

stay the swords and stay the arrows,

let them know a better way.

Suddenly, she stops and pulls back. It’s been so long since she had reason to pray. “I’ve forgotten the rest,” she says with embarrassment. He will leave her now, to ride farther North with Jon, and there is still so much left unsaid between them. There were more versus, more to tell him, but time and sorrow have stolen them from her.

There is understanding in his eyes, and a twitch from the burnt side of his mouth. Her hand cups his cheek and she knows he will return.

so wtf is wrong with robert baratheon??

ROBERT BARATHEON: (To Arya) Your name is?

ROBERT BARATHEON: (To Bran) Ooh. Show us your muscles. You’ll be a soldier.

ROBERT BARATHEON: (To Ned) I have a son, you have a daughter. We’ll join our Houses.

ROBERT BARATHEON: (about Daenerys) Soon enough that child will spread her legs and start breeding.

ROBERT BARATHEON: A direwolf’s no pet. Get her a dog. She’ll be happier for it.

ROBERT BARATHEON: There’s a war coming, Ned. I don’t know when, I don’t know who we’ll be fighting, but it’s coming.