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I drew Arya in the Smallwood acorn dress like a year ago and then I forgor about it.

So have Arya in the Smallwood acorn dress doodle

Support this artist because they truly deserve it. Their work is **incredible**..!! They are so very talented. Everything they touch is gold<3

I should do some more pixel art man. Nothing beats cute slime girl.

This artist is so talented😩 I love their work so much!!

Stunninggggg!! The details… I cannot stop staring at them. I smile every time I look at this. He’s so prettyyyy!! I will scream this as loud as I can—this artist deserves to hear how beautiful their work is!!

Theon Greyjoy doll now comes with a Greyjoy banner, archery set and accessories for Smiler 🐴💛

I have been on a quest of learning how to draw recently—entirely motivated by being able to draw ASoIaF blorbos 🥺

A get-to-know-me. I was tagged by; @wetcarcass (a month ago😭) and @liocreates! Thanks for the tag!

Now, all two people who are reading this…

Last Song: All of Clamavi De Profundis’ covers of LOTR songs… Especially Song of Durin. Call me a nerd, I don’t care. I wear that title like a badge of honor.

Last Movie: The Lovely Bones/The Last Duel (highly underrated movie!)

Last Book: I read a lot of books simultaneously (I can’t put one story down competently for another. I can’t choose.) So I’m not certain which I finished last, but I think it was Les Miserables. Because I like to torture my emotions.

Last TV Show: TWD. It’s sentimental… love starting it over again. And that first episode is peak tv.

Sweet/Savory/Spicy: I like to torture my digestive tract, so spicy is my fave.

Relationship Status: Don’t believe in such a thing;)

Last Thing I Googled: Medieval castle designs, and where to stab into someone’s side without killing them (if you ever needed to, let’s say, pin someone to a tree with knives)… It did not yield quite the results I expected.

Current Obsession: Mythological Thramsay. Reading all the great Thramsay out there. Discussing Thramsay… hehe. And getting better with my bow. And riding more… but that’s boring stuff.

Can’t tag anyone; they’ve all been tagged:) But if you wanna do it, then tag me so I can see! Let’s get to know each other!

Just like the rest of their fics…. This is a must read. Highlyyyy recommend. The emotions, the character motivations, the spice... it’s all there. And so much more. Mind the tags, as with most Thramsay:)

It’s been a bit since I posted a fic so I wanted to share my Photographer Ramsay x Model Theon AU 📸🎀

With each shutter click, Theon is sure the photos look worse and worse. “This isn’t working,” he says petulantly, dropping the pose and turning around to face Ramsay.

The photographer lowers the camera, clearly amused if the lopsided grin was anything to go by. “Just try something else then, babe. You’d look great in every position.” The crude remark is punctuated with a look of disconcerting hunger.

Any smile that had a hope of living for the camera died on Theon’s lips.

Through The Woods

A mythology Thramsay fic inspired by this quote;

"Oh, but you must travel through those woods again and again... and you must be lucky to avoid the wolf every time... But the wolf... the wolf only needs enough luck to find you once" — Emily Carroll

Theon’s village is plagued by a creature which lures young women to the forest, never to be seen again. Seeking fame and perhaps a chance to restore his pride, Theon alone ventures out in hopes of conquering this beast. For surely where others failed, he would succeed.

But these woods are not the ones of his youth; these are darker, more sinister. The very air beneath the leaves feels wrong. He finds help in his quest in the form of a man who lives in these woods. A man obviously keeping his own secrets, though what they could be, Theon is yet to find.

He will learn though… What it truly means to hunt. And what is required to guard himself from being hunted.

*Text below the cut. Small mention of a bloody knife.*

It had been perhaps twelve hours since he first set out when Theon felt a presence like a ghost at his back. The air itself seemed to still all of a sudden. There was no wind to cool the sweat on his brow. The density of the trees began to close in around him, their branches reaching down like gnarled fingers, as if hoping to snatch him.

“Need some help?”

Spinning around, his hand reflexively flew to his quiver in the same motion. His fingers stilled, resting atop one of the arrows. He froze, staring. Waiting.

A man stood before him, dressed in fitted black breeches and boots, with a deep red shirt—red like blood—which hung open across his pale chest, seemingly to account for the sheer girth of it. A dark smattering of chest hair trailed up to his throat. The hair on his head was black as night without stars or moon. Black as the shadows behind him. It hung below his broad shoulders.

But his eyes seemed to steal the breath from Theon’s lungs the same as if he had taken a plunge into the shrieking river. They watched him, meeting his stare.

Theon shivered; the bright blue of them glowed in stark contrast to the darkness of the forest. Like fallen stars. Stars that could sear the very flesh from his bones.

As if the man could read his thoughts, his wide lips curled up into the smallest of smiles. He was leaning up against a tree. A casual pose if ever there was one.

Were it not for the blood on his clothes and knife in his hand.

“My sincerest apologies for scaring you.”

The words were considerate enough, but the tone which danced at the edges of them, had Theon’s hackles rising despite the pounding of his heart and suspicion brewing in the back of his mind.

Theon’s arm dropped back to his side, his other gloved hand tightening around the handle of his bow.

“I was not scared,” he huffed, shifting his feet. “I was… startled.”

The smile grew on the other man’s face, exposing glinting white teeth. “Forgive me; my apologies for startling you.”

Where before there was perhaps the hint of mockery, now there was no mistaking it sliming the tone.

Theon glared fiercely. “I wouldn’t be so disrespectful if I were you,”

A dark brow raised. “No disrespect was meant, I assure you.” He pushed off the tree, taking two steps closer. Their proximity brought to light just how much wider and taller he was than Theon; he looked down at him as if observing a particularly interesting rock he had found lying in his path. “But might I inquire as to why you’re above being disrespected?”

The smell of him engulfed Theon like a cloud. A heady mix of spice, wet soil, greasy pork… and a metallic scent that had Theon’s stomach turning.

Theon’s eyes flitted between the knife in his hand and those eager eyes. He swallowed thickly. Suddenly his station in life seemed unimportant and weak when alone in the wilderness.

But no, he was an important person. And this low-life needed to learn just how beneath him he was.

The words somehow came to him as strong and firm as he intended for them to come out. “I’m a lord.”

Something sparked in the other man’s gaze, but it was gone so quickly that Theon almost thought he’d imagined it.

“A lord? Of course, I understand; you deserve your proper respect.” He sheathed his knife, blood and all, inclined his head and grasped his cloak in one hand before giving a small bow.

Yet again, despite the deference the action showed, the tone with which he spoke, even his motions, felt off.

“Indeed,” Theon sniffed, haughty and irritated for reasons he couldn’t fully place.

The man straightened with a playful smile. “Don’t you care to know my name?” He sounded petulant, like a child, despite his prodigious size, which only served to annoy Theon further.

He eyed him in a way that he hoped portrayed his disinterest. “Not particularly.”

The other man’s smile fell. “That’s very rude, you know.” Theon sensed a faint, venomous note

“A lord can afford to be rude to someone beneath his station.” Even as he said that, Theon’s eyes found the knife again. A warning flared to life in the depths of his being, like a candle deep within a cave. His foot inched backward beneath the sharp look of the other man. “What were you doing out here anyway?” He looked back up into the man’s face.

A thin smile met him. “Hunting.”

Selkie Theon AU. Snippet below the cut.

The waves lapped at the shore, mere inches from Theon’s toes. He watched from his place on the beach, arms wrapped around his legs, chin rested on his bony knees, unable to look away from the grey water that stretched serene and peaceful to the horizon. The distant cawing of seabirds echoed across the waves in the early morning. They taunted him with their songs and harsh voices more mocking than that of his master.

Theon pushed that thought far into the back of his worn mind. Now was not the time for thinking of him. Now was not the time to bemoan what might have been. Now was the time for dreaming of what was. When he’d been a selkie.

A frown tightened his lips. He was still a selkie.

Although his pelt may now belong forever to his tormentor—lover—and kept permanently out of his reach, it changed nothing. The place Theon would truly always belong, was to the ocean. His ties to it were strong, the pull of them unbreakable. A constant presence in his being that was as unyielding as the moon and the tide, urging him to find his way back home.

Except he would never be permitted to answer its call.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Game of Thrones (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin Rating: Explicit Warnings: Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Ramsay Bolton/Theon Greyjoy Characters: Theon Greyjoy, Ramsay Bolton Additional Tags: Stockholm Syndrome, Trauma Bonding, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Masturbation, Rape Fantasy, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, Mixed Canon, Self-Esteem Issues, Not Beta Read Summary:

Reek knew he didn’t deserve pleasure, but Ramsay never gave him a choice in the matter. Somehow that thought was comforting.

Worst pain

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Just look at this beautiful arttttt. Agh!! Stunning. Everyone should go read The Best Pet by Weeping Eighth on Ao3!!! If you like dog Theon, you’ll love that!!🥺🥹❤️

They are playing twister

Some book Ramsay, I have a sudden urgent to bite his belly

OMG!!! Makes me think of cat boy Ramsay… One of the best aus ever…🥺😍😍

Thramsay warrior cats 😁

I made Ramsay a tortoiseshell so he's either transgender or infertile (your pick)

[ Local Maul - WIP Snippet ]

Um. So uh. I'm writing the Modern AU where Ramsay, Theon and Myssa work at the mall. Myssa's at Hot Topic and the boys are at Spencer's. Here's a snippet of Myssa introducing Jeyne to her morbid fiction game. (Spoiler alert, but Myssa and Jeyne will never be friends in any universe. Sorry not sorry. But I live for their misaligned interactions.)

Myssa nodded towards the Spencer’s, where Mr. Canines’ dirty blond friend was positioning a promotional sign just outside the store’s entrance. His jeans were way too tight and his black long sleeved tee looked like it had seen better days, even from a distance. By how faded it was, she recognized it as the one that had Cthulhu on the front.

“That guy,” she began, staring at him intently while he tripped over the corner of the sign’s metal stand and looked around to see if anyone noticed. “Goes to buy weed from his regular dealer but it’s a setup. Escapes the cops on foot but hops the wrong fence. Two massive dogs defending their yard chase him, bite the shit out of his leg. He’s bleeding, stumbling, jumps the next fence, slips on his own blood and falls into the neighbor’s pool. Only it’s still covered and his weight makes him sink, water flooding in, drowning him kicking and screaming and tangling himself to death.”

“Theon?” Jeyne burst out laughing. “Honestly, you might not be far off.”

Myssa turned her attention back to her coworker. “You know him?”

“Yeah, he’s my best friend’s foster brother. Or, uh, he was. Before he turned eighteen and he got kicked out for stealing Mr. Stark’s beer.” She looked thoughtful and laughed again. “You know, he’s more likely to die from getting too drunk at the river and falling in. Not exciting, but realistic. I mean, hardly anyone has a pool around here.”

Myssa shifted her jaw and grabbed a pen from the counter to jab at the notepad beside the POS. Of course Jeyne would ruin the game by being “realistic” about it. That wasn’t the point at all. That was boring.

“Fine.” Myssa directed her glare at Theon’s back as he headed into the opposite store. “How about he tries to blow himself upside down on his couch. Cums in his throat and aspirates to death on his own jizz.”

“Oh my god, you are vile,” Jeyne said and burst out laughing so hard she slapped her manicured hand on the counter. She nodded furiously, pigtails waving. “Yes. One hundred percent. You have him pegged.”

I can’t handle looking at this for more than a few seconds at a time. Feels too real and I’m simply in awe🥺❤️💗❤️ Look at their art! It is all so beautiful! And TY, TY, TY!!

All bets are off, art from my favorite part of the fic! (All of it’s my fav but this part was good!

Fic by @dauthdaert-the-orchid

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62885251

Hooooooooooly shit. Simply stunning!! No words… Other than… Everyone must read this fic and see this art…!!!!Truly some of the best pieces of art around…🤩😍

Theon humping Ramsays stomach

https://archiveofourown.org/works/59310016/chapters/151263199?view_adult=true

(Love your work gendry! Big love forger and ever on the work 💚🙏🏻

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64633732

(Fic graphic by the amazingly talented @theeironprice ! Thank you, thank you!!)

Word count: 21,383. Rating: Explicit. Less lighthearted than its predecessor, friends. I won’t take offense if it’s not your thing. Mind the tags:) Some text beneath the cut.

Theon’s own brow furrowed as he watched the expression on Ramsay's face change. Where once there was a teasing and arrogant smile, it was replaced with a seemingly thoughtful gaze.

He flinched when rough fingers began to card slowly through his hair. The sensation was far from unpleasant, but it still put him on edge; he leaned away as far as he could into the thick, uncomfortable pillows. But when the tips of those fingers massaged into his temple, he had to bite back the sigh that was halfway up his throat, poised on the back of his tongue.

A thick finger twirled a lock of Theon’s hair around it next to his face. A frown pulled the corners of Ramsay’s lips down. “That’s such an unpleasant word,” he murmured quietly. “It’s disappointing how quick you are to slip that mask back on. Hiding from what you really want but are too cowardly to reach for.” The brush of his nose along the side of Theon’s face made him shudder.

UM. UHHH…… I, like, need this as a whole fic. Like, yesterday. Freaking brilliant.

Au where theon is a pup play/nsfw Twitter account, and Ramsay being the biggest incel gooner, is his biggest fan,so he starts chatting up theon and eventually becomes his master/handler, and theon post about it, proudly shows his collar etc, until after a while he stops posting at all, one of his mutuals and friend, Kyra, notices after two months of inactivity, she DMS him curious, then worried, because Theon doesn't spend longer then and hour away from his phone and he hasn't replied to her, after a week after she starts dming, theons account disappears, she freaks out at first but it's not like she can do much she didn't even know his actual name, and after a while she just figures that maybe theons new master didn't like him posting, so she convinces herself everything is fine and moves on

Based off of this tweet

It’s here!!!!

The forecast is looking lovely today with a 90% chance of a new update on my fic, Ellipsism, tomorrow. Bring an umbrella, it’s raining smut and angst. 

Here’s a preview: 

(text beneath the cut)

It’s a faraway sound, like coming up from underwater, familiar enough to jolt him out of wherever he is, louder, breaking through the surface. 

The door creaks when it opens, even after all those weeks of not being used, that first footfall of what must be a boot on concrete. Theon wonders what the room would look like if he were able to see right now. He’s felt the coldness of it, can only envision the fluorescent lights that would accompany it, the dancing shadow moving across his floor as Ramsay stalks over, approaching him from behind. 

Theon had moved his mattress, turned it over after staining it more with his filth, because if he’s to live down here, alone and forgotten, he might as well move the one thing he was able to. Positioned himself in the corner of the room, because somehow it felt safer there, warmer. Lays with his knees against his chest now, stifling another shiver that creeps along his spine. 

Ramsay steps deliberately slow. 

He’s in a daring mood. 

Feels like the end of a season:(

[ R - Chapter 22 ] Complete!

Here's some closing credit music for this monster of a fic. I'll be over here being emotional. Thank you for going on this journey with me, whether by sharing the links or reading or commenting or cheerleading or any combination there of. What a lovely six month journey this story has been amidst some of the worst mental bullshit my brain has put me through.

reblog with a spoiler for your wip with zero context. no context allowed.

WIP WORD TRAIN

Rules: Tagger gives a word, then for each letter of that word you share an excerpt from your WIPs that starts with that letter.

Tagged by: @pseudonym-s

Thank you for the tag! I know I’m really late, but life has been a mess. This was so fun though:))

(A tiny bit of nsfw-ish beneath the cut)

C

Certain now that Ramsay wouldn’t give him what he really craved, Theon resigned himself to his fate and continued allowing the other man to feed him without a fight.

“You’re so cute when you’re dejected, you know,” Ramsay said, his voice and gaze genuinely, annoyingly fond.

Theon frowned, but took the next bite anyway; too tired to argue anymore.

As soon as the morsel passed his lips, the grip was back, holding tightly to his base.

He nearly choked on his mouthful as Ramsay resumed stroking him with quick, rough movements.

R

Ramsay whispered, “What could you do to stop me right now if you actually wanted me to?”

U

Unlike every other morning he had woken up after a night of drinking, something was off about this instance. His body felt weighted down and lethargic as if his muscles had been repeatedly pounded with a meat cleaver. A sharp stinging in a place he had never felt hurt in such a way before…

E

“Exactly; we’re not kids. So let’s not act like it.” Robb’s gaze and tone were calmly stern. It was clear he was attempting to be firm without starting an argument. He had always been good at keeping his temper in check.

Unlike Theon.

L

look was warped with something startlingly close to malice.

“For the same reason you chain up an unruly dog; to teach it a lesson.”

Through the embarrassment and discomfort, that phrasing brought Theon’s hackles up the smallest bit.

“I don’t need to be ‘taught a lesson’ from you.”

All the snippets are from my wip; Place Your Bets.

Anybody that wants to share their works (even if you already have) PLEASE DO!! I need to see more of y’all’s wonderful writing🥺