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.
you spend 30 minutes choosing the perfect synonym for “said” only to change it back to “said.”
you google “how long does it take to bleed out” at 3 a.m. and now the FBI is probably watching you.
you write one sentence, stare at it, rewrite it 14 times, and somehow end up back at the original version.
“this scene is so important” but you have no idea what the scene actually is or why it’s important.
you come up with the best story ideas… in the shower… with no way to write them down.
your characters feel like real people but also you’re like “who are these guys and what do they want from me?”
your brain says “start writing!” but instead you reorganize your desk, reread your notes, and spend two hours naming a side character who shows up once.
you’ve cried over your WIP exactly 67 times and will do it again because the pain is the point.
you reread something you wrote and think, “wow, did i peak as a writer three months ago?”
every writing session begins with the sacred ritual of scrolling social media, opening unnecessary tabs, and procrastinating until panic sets in.
you have no idea how long a chapter should be, so you just… vibe.
you can’t watch tv or movies without mentally critiquing the plot, dialogue, and pacing.
your writing playlist is 98% vibes, 2% songs you’ll actually listen to while writing.
you keep a “murder notebook” but swear it’s not suspicious because it’s for your novel (probably).
the phrase “just one more draft” is your eternal mantra, even though you’ve rewritten this thing more times than you can count.
Seriously. I have never before cared so much about Jaime or Cersei until after seeing Poly’s work, and especially this fantastic art! How can you not want to know more about these characters?? I guess that’s just what a great artist’s work will do to you…
Of course theeironprice has the biggest brain ideas, always. Absolutely no surprise there! I am so beyond stoked!! Little kid me would be sobbing rn.
The twins are still twinin’ in the Wild West au I promise.
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
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.
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)
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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.
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Ramsay whispered, “What could you do to stop me right now if you actually wanted me to?”
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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…
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“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.
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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🥺
reblog with a spoiler for your wip with zero context. no context allowed.
‘don’t you want your favourite character to be happy???’ no? i want my favourite character to be interesting. i want me to be happy. which sometimes involves my favourite character being in exquisite agony
The biggest confidence boost is knowing that even my shittiest fanfic will be 10,000% better than any AI generated bullshit
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)
She/Her, mid 20s Could talk about Thramsay/Asoiaf all day. Well, could talk about lots of things all day, but we’ll go with those for now.If you’re under 18 and on my blog, I will literally call up your parental figures. See if I don’t. If dark things upset you, stay far away from here. Ye been warned.
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