#ruthlessresolution

Okay, so apparently there are 500 of you mad fuckers following this blog now... I don’t understand how it got to so many, but I am so grateful for each and every one of you. 

The Brotherhood Without Banjos: 

@bxstardcrowking​ @ruthlessresolution​ @nxtsoordinary​  @notaprincessaqueen​ @bearfvcker​ @tormundbearfucker​ @anhonourablecaptain​ @pater-leonum​

Without all of you my Tormund would not be the character he is, so thank you to each and every one of you for writing with me, and putting up with me throwing headcanons at you!

Those who make Tormund’s beard happy 

@zaldrizesxdaria @firefclt @princess-of-the-song @bloodsuckingwitch  @thelightninglord @obuljagon  @sinnersofafeather @ladybcar @vallorous @artfulprecision @thesellsword  @killthebxy @thewhxtewclf @wolfqueennamedstark​  @thesellsword​ @bull-headed-gendry​ @freefolksflame​ @squirc​ @thesiilverqueen​ @neitherknightnorlady​ @saltveined​ @demonixfrost​ @abloodywoman​ @the-true-queen-in-the-north​ @lordofhousestark​ @nomagiconlyprayers​ @longmayshereign-cersei @hxndofthequeen @starkmatriarch @eversoblack @k0rbinian @illegitimatesnow @reodwulf @rinnahtheskinchanger @agirlofwinterfell @watcherandshield @princelyrhaegar @noelanii @thewhxtewclf @crowncdcrow @xsweetlittlebirdx @keepfcith @shegrewstrong @sermountain  @thedragoninthesnow @wildncss @badinvcstmcnt 

 This is just a veeery small selection of the people I love seeing on my feed, and who I have either written with in the past, am writing with now, or would love to write with in the future. You’re all wonderful, and it’s genuinely a joy reading your threads on the dash whether  we interact or not.

If you’ve been missed off this list please do not take it as me not liking your account or you or whatever, it’s more than likely just because its 2am right now and my brain is potato. But thank you to every last one of you for following, liking my ramblings, and writing with me. 

Send me your URL and I’ll tell you

My Opinion on;

Character in general: oh boy, where do I start?jaime – perfect boi, let me show you the world. jaime lannister is my number one sorry beric. I absolutely despised him at first, but somehow he managed to worm his way into my heart until I was literally on the verge of tears by the end of season 7, screaming NO, WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?!? at the tv. I would walk across burning coals for jaime lannister ugh.ramsay – he’s a dick, but he’s brilliant at what he does. I’ve never hated a character as much as I did our beloved ramsay, but in a perfect love-hate kind of way.rhaegar – I haven’t really shown a lot of interest in rhaegar, if I’m honest! I need to give the poor guy a chance.Joffrey – <__< ew ew get out, you whiny little shit. How they play them: oh man, so so well. I really love their writing and lurk some of their threads with charlie. I’m always in awe of people who can jump between such differing muses without getting their voices mixed. it’s a real talent!The Mun: we haven’t spoken much, but they share my appreciation for gendry so they are therefore awesome.

Do I:

RP with them: noWant to RP with them: I’d certainly be interested in something with jaime or ramsay

What is my;

Overall Opinion: how does one keep multiple muses and write them as perfectly as this?? witchcraft, I say!

**Note: Mun’s answer are all to be completely honest. Don’t send url if you don’t want brutal honesty

Plotted Starter for @ruthlessresolution 

She should have known that Hot Pie was wrong. He’d told her on her way South that Jon had taken winterfell, but either he’d misheard or been mistaken, she realised, because Winterfell’s walls were still bedecked with the flayed man of Bolton for all to see. There was no head mounted on the top of the battlements, so she presumed that rather than losing a battle, Jon simply hadn’t fought one, staying further north with his new brothers at the watch. She didn’t blame him for that, there were more important things in this world than the cold empty halls of the place they’d once called home. 

She should have turned her horse as soon as she’d spotted those black banners, but something spurred her on towards her home, even with the knowledge that there was no safety to be found within the walls. Perhaps part of her was simply baying for blood, and wished to remove those who had taken her home, perhaps it was the idea of eradicating the house that had imprisoned her and her friends previously, she wasn’t entirely sure, but she continued her path, feeling remarkably calm despite the danger she was riding in to. After her training, there was very little that could scare the girl anymore. 

It did not take long for the guards to spot her on her mare, and they rode out to meet her. None of them believed her when she told them her name of course, she found guards never did believe that she was Arya no matter what she looked like or what she said, but they took her into the castle regardless, presumably out of the fear that if they did not and she wasn’t lying, they would be punished. She could see the fear in their eyes as they road through Winterfell’s gate, though it clearly wasn’t directed towards her. Word would spread quickly through the castle she was sure, and that would either bring the Boltons to her, or mean that she was to be led deeper into the bowels of the fortress she'd once called her home. With Needle at her hip, she was ready for whatever the fates had in store for her during her time here.  

“Did you?” Cool eyes studied her - this strange woman who dared to stand before him so boldly. “Then perhaps you’re having difficulty understanding. Are you dim-witted? Is that it?” Arms crossed over his chest, eyes narrowing. “I am the Lord of Winterfell now. You will tell me who you are, and what you’re doing here.”

Oh, she knew who he was. She also knew he’d gained both his title and his name by backstabbing and treachery. She had heard of this man, on her journey north, and whatever his name now, she thought he still deserved Snow for a name.

@ruthlessresolution

[Text: Golden Boy]Not more nudes... 

[Text: Golden Boy]This is really getting excessive 

[Text: Golden Boy]Why are you sending these to me? 

[Text: Golden Boy]I am not interested in your tiny pecker 

[Text: Golden Boy]I have a man with a tiny pecker already