Catelyn and Ned, reunited.
{commission by @bullbornsaint}
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Catelyn and Ned, reunited.
{commission by @bullbornsaint}
Man I love that Ned is just mid. He's an ok fighter but not incredible. He's not ugly but he's not super handsome. He's of average height. Everything about him is just so regular. It's one of my favorite things about him
Don’t you just love it when nedcat first two weeks spent together being the only two weeks without the shadows of two people between them (Brandon you drama queen you’re still here) and only the tentative interest in one another combined with the grief and anxiety for what passed and what to come, both of them essentially preparing for death and widowhood but finding some modicum of comfort in the shared moments that become a beacon, a symbol of hope for what could be if this were to end well, if he were to survive this and return home.
That hope spreading to the castle inhabitants torn between the innocence of their union, the brief hours of reprieve by the riverbanks, and the grim beginnings of the rebellion that would have their heads. The two weeks that brought two lonely people together so that even their parting felt less like a parting of strangers than a genuine loss, so promises left his lips before he could stop them, to return to that sanctuary they shared and imbue it with hope, to start a family and try to love one another despite all has past and the loss the bound them.
Then of course, you know, the stuff happens.
His Lord’s face
His Lord’s face
Reading old works really is some form of torture, and writing again after a drought is even worse.
Just a fun sketch, I got a bit lazy with it
Just a fun sketch, I got a bit lazy with it
Mid transformation
From Under the Rubble... I Write My Story 🌿
I never thought I would write these words… 😔
I never imagined waking up to endless screams,
Running barefoot through smoke and fire,
Searching for my mother among the rubble,
Only to find nothing but silence… a heavy silence telling me that no one will answer me anymore. 💔
In one moment, everything changed.
Our home became a memory, my mother’s embrace became the past,
And my father's face, now absent, is the last thing I hold in my memory.
They’re gone… and left my heart burdened with unspoken grief. 😢
But despite everything, we are still here… trying.
I survived with my younger siblings.
Yes, we survived… but who are we after survival?
Children without warmth, without a roof, with no place to return to.
We were displaced to an unknown place, carrying a bag empty of everything… except pain. 🥀
We slept in the open, waking every morning to a life that holds nothing for us,
But despite everything… we keep trying. 💪
I write to you today not to cry, but to ask for hope. 🌱
I ask you to be a small light in this vast darkness,
To extend a hand that can mend what the war has broken in us.
Your donation will give my siblings a chance to sleep safely,
It will provide us with food, shelter, and maybe even a new beginning. 💖
My name is Naser AbuThaher. I’m 18 years old, and I live in Gaza.
✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #586 )✅️
Any amount, no matter how small, is big for us
It’s a prayer, it’s love, it’s life. 🌟
In conclusion...
From my heart, and from the hearts of my little siblings,
Thank you to everyone who has donated,
Thank you to everyone who has read,
Thank you to everyone who has shared.
You are the proof that goodness does not die, and that humanity has no boundaries. 💚
Heyy absolutely no pressure at all but may I ask if bloodlust is still ongoing?
No worries! Yup, it is ongoing, I’m just taking a bit of a hiatus and working of other things. Just one thing to be specific actually, so as soon as that’s done I’ll be working on Bloodlust again, and hopefully pump out a couple of chapters in one go. I’ll keep you posted on here :)
We as a society keep overlooking the fact that downton abbey straight up started with three women, two of which very powerful figures of the house and the other well known for being a humble, moral, quiet woman incapable of even harming a fly, getting rid of a body.
Watching downton abbey but shaking my head the entire time so everyone knows I still disagree with glorification of the early twentieth century british upper class
tw: brief mentions of miscarriage and suicide attempt
the dichotomy of the level of stakes in each episode of Downton Abbey will always be funny to me. Some episodes are like
“Thomas is on the brink of being fired for being gay”
“it’s the actual World War I”
“Sybil could very well die in childbirth”
“Bates has been arrested for a murder he didn’t commit”
“one of the staff caused a MISCARRIAGE of someone from Upstairs”
“Thomas has been found half dead in a self-inflicted bloody bathtub”
And then other episodes are like
“Will Carson let the staff go to the town fair”
“who will win the flower competition”
“The cooks dropped the chicken on the floor”
“Sybil is wearing pants”
“Branson is still fraternizing with the Downstairs”