Just Like The Rest Of Their Fics…. This Is A Must Read. Highlyyyy Recommend. The Emotions, The Character

the sketch from my old blog that i sadly imprisoned

Worst pain

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 💚🙏🏻

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

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!

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

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.

Um, my eyes have been blessed this day🥺❤️💝The detail here is astounding and I am so beyond touched and grateful.

from @dauthdaert-the-orchid fic all bets are off!!

I loved the story and it's setting, the descriptions, and god! the characterisation was on point! Definitely a big fan so I thought what can I do to show my love? 🤔

Draw! So I did Ramsay riding his bull, because it was one of my fav parts (and I love drawing animals)

you know you’re a writer when…

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.