I Drew Arya In The Smallwood Acorn Dress Like A Year Ago And Then I Forgor About It.

‘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

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.

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!

5 Pieces of Media to Describe Me

Thank you for the tag @5005weep and @pseudonym-s !! So fun!

Tagging @cola-fiend @theeironprice No pressure! I’d love to see y’all’s picks though<33

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)

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

The biggest confidence boost is knowing that even my shittiest fanfic will be 10,000% better than any AI generated bullshit

Place Your Bets

There was a soft ‘tsk’ behind him. Theon tensed as, with a quiet grunt, a large body slid on with him. To his horror, a thick arm hooked around his stomach and pulled him flush against the person at his back, the warmth of it drawing forth immediate goosebumps across his flesh.

The knobs of his spine sank into the soft stomach, he felt them vibrate with the rumbling chuckle emanating from the chest behind him. He squirmed in the confinement.

He can’t be serious. Hasn't he mocked me enough tonight? The clear implication that he was incapable of doing this on his own nearly made him combust with the sheer force of his righteous anger.

Even worse, the man’s large metal belt buckle dug into his backside, drawing his attention to how unbearably close they were.

“Get away.” He pushed an elbow back into the other man’s side. It didn’t seem to have any effect whatsoever; he remained unmoved. Theon huffed and quickly gave it up as no use. That didn’t mean he had to take this treatment silently though. “I’m not a child,” he hissed through gritted teeth.

Lips at his ear, hair tickling the shell of it. “Then quit acting like one if you don’t want me to treat you like one.”

Theon’s lip curled of its own volition. “It’s not for you to say how I behave or don’t behave.” He hated the hint of truth in Ramsay’s words; he had been acting rather like a child tonight. But like hell was he ever going to admit that.

The arm around him tightened, pushing the air from his lungs. “Mmm,” Ramsay hummed, rubbing his other large hand down Theon’s arm. “Maybe not yet. But from that pitiful performance earlier, I think it’s obvious you need some guidance.”

Theon felt his stomach quiver at his use of the word ‘pitiful’; nearly everyone in his life had slung that descriptor at him at one point or another. But he refused to give in so easily here and now. “I can ride,” he snapped.

“Really?” There was an obvious smile in the other man’s voice. His tone dropped in register, breath ghosting across the back of his neck. “Then show me.”

Seal

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