I had way too much fun this afternoon lurking through Ramsay-stuffs / controversy.
There are some interesting posts about it on this here blog, if you’re so inclined. The “Silence of the Lambs” post therein helped me to the above conclusion xD I reckon Jame Gumb and Ramsay Bolton would get along famously.
Yeah, um, I’ll just go back to humming “Goodbye Horses” on repeat, shall I?
I hadn’t yet seen a depiction of Ramsay
Snow the Bastard ofBolton that quiiiiite fit my image of him. And his disgustingness. So I drew him myself!
Eeba-ism saw the sketch and told me to paint it. So I had a go. >__> (It’s funny, she kept showing me other people’s drawings of him and I kept saying “Not disgusting enough” and as soon as she saw this picture finished her first response was “MOAR GROSSNESS.” Yeah, it’s true though. I don’t think I can accurately portray in picture form just how gross this guy really is.)
The true reason for flayed fingers. In which Ramsay’s possessiveness enters the event horizon.
Sticking this one behind a dubcon cut.
Well if @Theon_Greyjoy wouldn’t cheat on me, this wouldn’t happen >:(
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The excitement of the day had inflamed her husband’s passions. No sooner had her handmaids retired for the night than he tore the robe from her and tumbled her backwards into bed. Dany slid her arms around him and let him have his way. Drunk as he was, she knew he would not be inside her long.
Nor was he. Afterward he nuzzled at her ear and whispered, “Gods grant that we have made a son tonight.”
Some fanart I did of ramsay-kun. Its not based on any scene in the book (untill george rrm writes onehopefully XD) butt its what i imagine his training for battle is like.
I’m sitting in the dark shadowy corner smirking because of one simple line:
“My son would be honored to bring you his head” ~ Roose Bolton
We will not separate till others all dead.
“By the king’s decree you are now a Bolton. Try and act like one. Tales are told of you, Ramsay. I hear them everywhere. People fear you.”
“You are mistaken. It is not good. No tales were ever told of me. Do you think I would be sitting here if it were otherwise? Your amusements are your own, I will not chide you on that count, but you must be more discreet. A peaceful land, a quiet people. That has always been my rule. Make it yours.”
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