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:
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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.
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 🥺
Some book Ramsay, I have a sudden urgent to bite his belly
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.
‘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
reblog with a spoiler for your wip with zero context. no context allowed.
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.
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
The dynamics just from the first chapter were so fun, with such great world building… I have a feeling we’re all gonna wanna see where it leads us!
Read it. Now.
Happy Valentine’s Day Thramsay fam!!!
After breaking down in the middle of nowhere, Theon and his brothers find themselves stranded in a remote cabin in the woods. Used to the finer things in life, Theon is unimpressed with the rustic charm of the Hornwood. It doesn’t help that his host, Ramsay Bolton, seems to take sadistic pleasure in his pain.
Things only get worse after a boating accident leaves Theon with amnesia.
All alone with no memory, he has no choice but to trust the man that claims to be his fiancé.
The long anticipated Overboard 1987 Thramsay AU!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/63046321
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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