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“It consumes, and when it is done there is nothing left. Nothing.” — Beric Dondarrion

a storm of swords, g.r.r.m. / the surgery, dimitris anastasiou / christ displaying his wounds, giacomo galli / “the man with a hole in his head”, rick bursky / the limits of control, nicola samorí / the perjured city, hélène cixous

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definitely got to expand on the sandor x handmaiden trope…👀

i took this as an opportunity to write a blurb based on sandor x reader from til death do us part cause i miss my shaylas 😖

table of contents; established relationship, secret/forbidden relationship, just flirting & banter between you and sandor 🫂🌷

as queen cersei’s handmaiden, you’re often in the king’s company. so you’re often in the company of his dog, too.

the mother and son had ‘important business to discuss’, so you stand to the side, wine jug in-hand, with sandor stood to yours, his hands clasped at his front.

“he strangled any kittens today?” you ask so only he can hear.

he chuckles, then sarcastically replies. “just the one. kicked some puppies, too.”

“awh, were you one of them?” you quip, earning a steel-plated elbow to the side.

“and that one,” you eye meryn trant who stands guard at the other end of the room. “he strike any ten-year-olds today?”

“wouldn’t put it past him.” sandor smirks, also eyeing the knight in question.

a familiar, comfortable silence settles between you, and in your peripheral you see him turn to look down at you.

“eye-fuckin’ me again, clegane?” you meet his gaze. “can’t help yourself, can ya?”

his lips part, a witty retort probably about to slip past them, but he’s cut-off by joffrey’s irritating voice.

“more wine.” he beckons you, not bothering to look up from their ‘business’.

“try not to look at my arse.” you whisper as you walk away, carrying the jug to his grace. you refill their goblets, then make your way back. “manage to refrain?”

“refrain,” sandor repeats, imitating your tone. “big word for a handmaiden.”

“ooh, insulting the lower ranks, i see.” you bump him with your hip. “no change there, then. you’re starting to take after his cuntship.”

“what are the pair of you mumbling about?” joffrey snaps, still not sparing either of you a glance. “i can hardly hear myself think.”

“‘cause you’re incapable of thinking.” you mutter, and sandor snorts.

the king finally parts his gaze from the scrolls and letters that scatter the table, and cersei shoots you a stern glance. “something funny, dog?”

“no, your grace.” sandor says, head bowed.

“bless you.” you try to cover for him, then smile over at joffrey. “hayfever is such a hardship this time of year, your grace.”

the yellow-haired boy gives you a strange look, then returns his attention back to his mother who will most definitely have it in for you later.

“no, your grace.” you then mimic.

“fuck off, i didn’t say it like that.” sandor grumbles. “and you’re one to talk. bless you? the fuck was that?”

you roll your eyes and sneak a sip of the wine. “shut up, don’t get grouchy just ‘cause i always come to your rescue.”

“at least my job requires my rescue from time to time. i’ve never known anyone to succumb to braiding hair and changing linen.”

you scoff. “oh yeah, following his gentleship around like the good boy you are must be very treacherous work.”

his lips curl upward, amused. “treacherous. where’d you learn that word?”

“i’ve started reading.” you tell him, proud.

“you can’t read.” he replies with a frown.

“i never said i could.” you smile, and he returns it with a shake of his head.

“twat.”

“shitcunt.”

“you made that up.”

“all words are made-up.”

eventually, cersei has you move to the other side of the room, and you brush your fingers against his as you do. an innocent gesture. then a sharp pinch bites at your bottom and you spin around with a surprised yelp. he’s wearing a shit-eating grin. “bless you.”

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definitely got to expand on the sandor x handmaiden trope…👀

i took this as an opportunity to write a blurb based on sandor x reader from til death do us part cause i miss my shaylas 😖

table of contents; established relationship, secret/forbidden relationship, just flirting & banter between you and sandor 🫂🌷

as queen cersei’s handmaiden, you’re often in the king’s company. so you’re often in the company of his dog, too.

the mother and son had ‘important business to discuss’, so you stand to the side, wine jug in-hand, with sandor stood to yours, his hands clasped at his front.

“he strangled any kittens today?” you ask so only he can hear.

he chuckles, then sarcastically replies. “just the one. kicked some puppies, too.”

“awh, were you one of them?” you quip, earning a steel-plated elbow to the side.

“and that one,” you eye meryn trant who stands guard at the other end of the room. “he strike any ten-year-olds today?”

“wouldn’t put it past him.” sandor smirks, also eyeing the knight in question.

a familiar, comfortable silence settles between you, and in your peripheral you see him turn to look down at you.

“eye-fuckin’ me again, clegane?” you meet his gaze. “can’t help yourself, can ya?”

his lips part, a witty retort probably about to slip past them, but he’s cut-off by joffrey’s irritating voice.

“more wine.” he beckons you, not bothering to look up from their ‘business’.

“try not to look at my arse.” you whisper as you walk away, carrying the jug to his grace. you refill their goblets, then make your way back. “manage to refrain?”

“refrain,” sandor repeats, imitating your tone. “big word for a handmaiden.”

“ooh, insulting the lower ranks, i see.” you bump him with your hip. “no change there, then. you’re starting to take after his cuntship.”

“what are the pair of you mumbling about?” joffrey snaps, still not sparing either of you a glance. “i can hardly hear myself think.”

“‘cause you’re incapable of thinking.” you mutter, and sandor snorts.

the king finally parts his gaze from the scrolls and letters that scatter the table, and cersei shoots you a stern glance. “something funny, dog?”

“no, your grace.” sandor says, head bowed.

“bless you.” you try to cover for him, then smile over at joffrey. “hayfever is such a hardship this time of year, your grace.”

the yellow-haired boy gives you a strange look, then returns his attention back to his mother who will most definitely have it in for you later.

“no, your grace.” you then mimic.

“fuck off, i didn’t say it like that.” sandor grumbles. “and you’re one to talk. bless you? the fuck was that?”

you roll your eyes and sneak a sip of the wine. “shut up, don’t get grouchy just ‘cause i always come to your rescue.”

“at least my job requires my rescue from time to time. i’ve never known anyone to succumb to braiding hair and changing linen.”

you scoff. “oh yeah, following his gentleship around like the good boy you are must be very treacherous work.”

his lips curl upward, amused. “treacherous. where’d you learn that word?”

“i’ve started reading.” you tell him, proud.

“you can’t read.” he replies with a frown.

“i never said i could.” you smile, and he returns it with a shake of his head.

“twat.”

“shitcunt.”

“you made that up.”

“all words are made-up.”

eventually, cersei has you move to the other side of the room, and you brush your fingers against his as you do. an innocent gesture. then a sharp pinch bites at your bottom and you spin around with a surprised yelp. he’s wearing a shit-eating grin. “bless you.”

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i can find NO beric or thoros content and it makes my hyperfixated brain very upset

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*thoughts*

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isn’t it crazy that thoros of myr and beric dondarrion invented gay marriage

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clearly the Lord of Light ships Thoros x Beric and that’s why he keeps bringing Beric back from the dead when Thoros asks. R’hllor isn’t done with Beric Dondarrion until he marries Thoros and they live happily ever after

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ARE YOU MY MOTHER, THOROS?

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Sandor at Arya's 12th birthday party

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old ahh dog

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Cw Foul language

Just a little gamer rage from 1/3 of him

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what do you mean elon musk did a nazi salute on live tv at the united states presidential inauguration twice and is now erasing the evidence off the internet by replacing the footage with the crowd cheering instead?

would be a shame if people reblogged this, wouldn’t it?

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Sandor Clegane and Jorah Mormont: Broken Men and the Paths to Redemption An analysis of how Sandor Clegane and Jorah Mormont’s treatment of Daenarys Stormborn and the Stark sisters reveals their overlapping sense of duty and morality

An Essay by Polysocial

Word count: 1,849 Time to read: 6 - 15 min CW for the usual asoiaf themes, the defense of Sandor Clegane and the depiction of Jorah Mormont as a fuckin groomer. Also the victimization of the underage women in ASOIAF. Also bad jokes. and I repeat myself alot. i have no beta im just a loser with a word processing program, a liberal american education, and too much time on my hands. You've been warned.

Sandor Clegane and Jorah Mormont are two men defined by their flaws, shaped by their circumstances, and searching for atonement for two extremely different reasons. Though their lives and choices are distinctly different, both wrestle with their own personal definitions of loyalty, self-worth, and the complexities of their relationships with the women they intend to protect. Their opposing paths shed quite a bit of light on the nuances of obligation, devotion, and the struggle to find meaning in a world that often seems devoid of it and the goreghe does an excellent job exploring the vast array of tones and shades in the beauty and the beast trope he is so evidently fond of.

Sandor Clegane: The Hound’s Bitter Sense of Duty

The Hound is a man defined by violence not only by his own design as a defense mechanism but also perpetuated by how he is treated before he even has a chance to open his mouth. From a young age, he was conditioned to believe his intrinsic value as a person lay in his ability to serve others through the only thing he knows holds worth in providing—brutality and violence. The Clegane family name, elevated to nobility through merciless service to the Lannisters, set the foundation for Sandor’s cynical worldview. His scars—both physical and emotional—are a demonstration of his brother Gregor’s cruelty and the dehumanizing system they are forced to exist in that values strength over compassion.

Though Sandor rejects the concept of honor (especially when it pertains to him), deeming it a hollow façade for the selfishness of the powerful (I mean, he’s got a point), his actions often contradict his words. His protectiveness toward Sansa and Arya Stark respectively and independently exposes a deeply buried and guarded sense of morality. He serves neither out of duty nor personal gain (It could be argued that he “kidnapped” Arya and took her to the Twins for personal gain, but I ain’t going there rn) but because he recognizes their vulnerability and sees in them a reflection of the innocence he never had the chance to love and cherish before it was ripped from him. This reluctant politesse, however, clashes with his belief in his own worthlessness, creating a tragic tension within his character.

Sandor’s relationship with Arya starkly demonstrates this complexity. Though he often threatens her with violence, his bark is worse than his bite [beat for applause]. His threats serve as a disguise, a way to maintain control and protect Arya in a dangerous world. The threats he does act on, however, such as knocking her unconscious during the Red Wedding, are harsh but motivated by a twisted sense of care. Sandor views himself as a necessary evil, someone who must act as a shield against greater horrors (one that was never offered to him), even if Arya herself resists his help. His dynamic with Arya mirrors his own self-perception: gruff and crude on the surface, but marked by an underlying love and genteel that he cannot fully suppress—no matter how hard he tries.

Jorah Mormont: Privilege and Self-Inflicted Exile

Jorah Mormont’s life is a stark contrast to Sandor’s [dodges tomatoes]. Born into privilege as the heir to Bear Island of the north, Jorah squandered the opportunities granted to him. His downfall—selling poachers into slavery to fund an extravagant lifestyle—was a choice born of greed and desperation, not necessity. Unlike Sandor, who was forced into servitude by circumstance, Jorah’s exile and subsequent loyalty to Daenerys Targaryen are the consequences of his own failures and choices he made with personal goals in mind.

At first, Jorah’s service to Daenerys is self-serving, a way to reclaim the honor he lost (it’s not even about his family name either like bro ur dad is so disappointed in you and here u go worshipping a fuckin pregnant teenager--). Yet as his love [crowd boos] for her grows, his devotion becomes what he considers selfless, albeit still flawed. His betrayal when he serves as a spy for King Robert emphasizes the infirmity of his moral compass. Jorah’s love [crowd starts waving pitchforks] for Daenerys is both his greatest strength and his greatest weakness, blinding him to the boundaries of their relationship and leading him to undermine her independence and strength in significant ways. Where Sandor sees himself as unworthy of redemption, Jorah clings to the hope that his obsession with displaying loyalty will earn him forgiveness and worthiness.

The Lens of Obsession: Jorah’s Idealization vs. Sandor’s Humanity

Okay hear me out another reason Jorah Mormont and Sandor Clegane are two sides of the same sword [Limp Bizkit – Break Stuff plays ominously from a JBL pill speaker in the crowd] in how they perceive and treat the women in their lives. Jorah’s devotion to Daenerys Targaryen is tinged with an unsettling obsession that often prioritizes her physical beauty over her strength and accomplishments. While Jorah admires Daenerys’s power, he punctuates his observations about her with a fixation on her body and appearance. He deifies her, placing her on a pedestal as though she is more goddess than human— this idealization showcases his incapability to see her as a whole person. (I mean, you could argue that he doesn’t see a single woman as a whole person. He talked mad shit about his wife who died in labor, and then his bitch wife who left him bc she didn’t like the north and bc he only liked her for her tits in the first place). His love for Daenerys, while (one can argue) is genuine, is also possessive, defined by his desire to be the one who protects and supports her—whether or not she wants or needs that from him.

Jorah’s fixation on Daenerys’s beauty exposes the imbalance in their dynamic. While she emerges as a formidable leader, determined to reclaim her birthright and liberate the oppressed (yas queen slay the masters go off), Jorah’s gaze often reduces her to an object of adoration and lust. This dynamic is further complicated by Daenerys’s repeated rejection of his advances. (I mean I can say a whole lot about dany’s sexuality and how she lets her most trusted hand maidens finger her to completion but wont return the Old Man’s advances. AS SHE SHOULD!!!!!! She deserves that. At least ur handmaidens love you girly. And they give a fuck about your pleasure, bc we all know Jorah would just hit it and quit it I bet he doesn’t even know women can have orgasms what a loser) She values him as an advisor and ally but does not reciprocate his romantic (AHEM! Sexual!) feelings. Jorah’s inability to fully accept this boundary leads to moments where his actions undercut her autonomy, as he seeks to align her decisions with his own desires.

In stark contrast (THIS IS MY TED TALK I WILL REPEAT PUNS IF I WANT!!!!), Sandor Clegane never idealizes or deifies Sansa or Arya Stark. He treats them as vulnerable young people in need of protection, not objects of desire or symbols of purity. Even when drunk and speaking bluntly about Sansa’s coming of age, Sandor’s observation is neither predatory nor obsessive.

“You look almost a woman… face, teats, and you’re taller, too, almost… ah, you’re still a stupid little bird, aren’t you?” – Sandor, ACOK: Sansa II

Sansa, from her own perspective, notes that Sandor’s demeanor, though rough, is not threatening. Despite his intimidating presence and harsh words, he is surprisingly gentle with her, displaying a rare restraint that compares dramatically with the violent world around them.

Sandor’s treatment of Sansa and Arya reflects a vital difference in how he views not only women, but the people around him. He sees them as human beings, shaped by their circumstances and vulnerabilities, rather than as ideals to be worshipped or possessed. For Sandor, Sansa represents innocence and a longing for the kindness he never experienced, while Arya embodies resilience and defiance. He respects their autonomy, even as he takes on the role of their protector. Unlike Jorah, who seeks validation and redemption through Daenerys’s love, Sandor does not expect gratitude or recognition from the Stark girls, nor does he ever once make that claim. His acts of protection stem from a sense of morality, not a need to earn their approval or affection.

Jorah’s idealization of Daenerys ultimately reflects his own insecurities and selfish desires. (UNHAND THE UNDERAGE GIRL!!!!) Sandor does not see himself as a hero, and he does not attempt to force his guidance upon the Stark girls. His loyalty is unspoken, and his protectiveness is practical rather than symbolic.

Ultimately, the difference lies in perspective: Jorah loves an idea of Daenerys that is inseparable from her beauty and his longing for her, while Sandor simply recognizes the humanity of Sansa and Arya. Where Jorah seeks to possess, Sandor seeks only to ensure survival.

Parallels: Redemption Through Relationships

Despite their differences, both men find paths to salvation through their relationships with Sansa, Arya, and Daenerys. For Sandor, protecting Sansa and Arya offers a chance to defy the cruelty of the world that shaped him. His actions reveal a taste of honor he claims to disdain, even as he refuses to believe in his own worth. For Jorah, serving Daenerys becomes a way to atone for his past mistakes, his love [Fred Durst is hyping the crowd up for my subsequent ass kicking] for her driving him to act in ways that he considers selfless, but are clear to the readers (though probably not to dany, as all we see of Jorah is from her perspective) is objectively self-serving.

Yet, their redemptive arcs are far from straightforward. Sandor’s rough treatment of Arya and his constant growling threats mask a reluctant kindness, while Jorah’s devotion to Daenerys often borders on possessiveness, revealing his inability to fully respect her independence. Both men are broken, their flaws and virtues intertwined, but their journeys show that even the most damaged individuals can find moments of greatness. (which if you have talked to me at alllllllll in dms you will know that this is like. My overarching opinion about this series and how the geurge depicts humanity through flawed characters as a moral and ethical grey area. There is no “good vs evil” there is no black and white thinking.)

Conclusion: The Trained Dog and the Devoted Bear

Sandor Clegane and Jorah Mormont embody the complexity of loyalty and redemption in a world rife with moral ambiguity. Sandor, the trained dog, snarls and snaps but ultimately protects those he cares for, his actions speaking louder than his words. Jorah, the devoted bear, offers his unwavering loyalty to Daenerys, though his love often blinds him to the ways he undermines her autonomy. Both men, shaped by their pasts, find meaning and redemption through their relationships, even if those opportunities remain incomplete. In the end, their stories remind us that even in the darkest corners of the human soul, there is a capacity for change and a longing for something better.

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If your overlord doesn't give you a campy outfit you're allowed to kill them with an icepick.

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Adapting to 31 and 32 of EOM by redesigning the redesigns because Lethica no fur coat, Lethica 1920's figure, no fur coat? JAIL FOR DEREK, JAIL FOR A HUNDRED YEARS!!

I miss my teeth, guys, I miss them a lot.

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Being employed as a servant in Grór's court is not easy

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After their home in the Grey Mountains had been lost, the newly crowned king Thrór opted to resettle Erebor. The second in line, Grór, traveled east to found another settlement in the Iron Hills, becoming a Lord of this realm while still being a child.