Crying

「The Hound and The Vulture 」

Part 4

Third person reader-insert! With the farmhouse behind them, the pair is left with one question looming over them: what comes next? Though she wonders what the hell happened in that loft the other night, the vulture can’t help but think…could it happen again? It seems the Hound may be wondering the same thing.

Contains: Reluctant pining, light teasing, masturbation, mature situations

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Notes: This part is a little shorter than the others because it’s in between two larger parts! Still….👀 Hope you all enjoy, and THANK YOU for your kind comments and messages! These mean the world to me!

The farmer bought the chestnut mare for ten Silver Stags. He’d offered five Silver Stags, but the Hound said he’d sooner kill the horse and cook it for meat than sell it for five. The farmer cursed at him and called him a thief for demanding such a high price for an obviously stolen horse, but the farmer caved in the end.

She was sad to see the horse go. Even if the mare had slowed them down, it had been good for carrying a bundle of furs, a soup kettle, and an extra saddlebag of miscellaneous trinkets scavenged up from alongside the road. The horse was no different than anything else, though, and the vulture knew it. She’d scavenged the horse from a dead man just like she had with knives and boots and wineskins and lockets of silver and rusted swords. So they rode off short one horse, one bundle of furs, and one soup kettle, but ten stags richer.  

When the night came, they sheltered at an old barn, as they’d grown accustomed to. As with most other barns found in war-torn Westeros, it was abandoned. Briars and bushes grew around the barn, rife with blackberries and thick with thorns. It was theirs for the taking, and when the vulture sat poking at the fire, she couldn’t help but wonder What comes next?

I finally made something for fanfiction writers to use as reference on things to avoid when writing. if you are making a reader-insert story, be sure as most people as possible can see themselves fufilling the role you want them to in your story. 

I became a POC fanfiction writer after years of feeling excluded in reader-insert fanfiction. It’s important as a job as a writer to know your audience—some of which may not always fit in your “view”.

Please take the time to read this to help better yourself in the future. I know I didn’t hit every issue, but I’m willing to update it in the future. 

I apologize if this isn’t the prettiest thing, but it was important for me to create.

I am…but a creeturr. Dis I canot changge.

😭😭😭😭😭💗

Tumblr may eff up the quality but whoop. I am having fun with this concept, hopefully I will complete a whole series out of it!

AAhh!!! Yes!!! I agree whollly!!! 😍😍💖💖💖💖 

💣🥃💣 Elizabeth ‘Calamity Ashe’ Caledonia 

She’s supposedly 40 and i just… oh goddess on high I love me an ruff older gung slingin’ sharp shootin’ smokin’ woman. 

I’d love to be nothing more than her little princess- the little gem of the Deadlock gang. None of the men dare even look you in the eyes- not with the ever-present threat of Bob looming in your shadows.  You get complete run of all her private houses- the deadlock bases, waited on hand and foot by lady guards personally hand picked by Elizabeth, but Bob is your usual guard. Liz only fully trusts him to be around you because she’s terrified of some human getting the wrong idea- youre the real treasure after all. 

And of COURSE Her widdle sugar pie gets WHAT EVER SHE WANTS. You want something nice to wear- she has you in designer dresses- you want something sweet? she’s kidnapped master chocolatiers. You want a FUCKING CROWN!?!?! She’s looking to hunt down that damn Pig and Rat so you can wear the QUEENS! She says it’ll look cuter on your head anyways 

You’re absolutely spoiled by Momma Ashe. Spoiled emotionally too- She won’t let you be ignored, overlooked, neglected- She’s at your beck and call and all she asks is that you be at hers. Obey her every word. Being Emotionally stunted- she’ll need you probably more than you need her- though she’d never say it. You learn to read her like a book and care for her accordingly. Her gruff and rough exterior melting away at the touch of your hand. Who’s really in control here? You can make her do anything for you- and thats the real rush. 

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She-Ra….but it’s rocky horror picture show….