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Hello friend! If you’re still taking requests, maybe Jon Snow playing with Gendrya’s child(ren) or teaching them how to stick them with the pointy end.

Love your art!

He really want his favourite uncle to tech him.

Mother is all for it.

Father is proud.

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Love that he comes out of hiding for a good cause. Support if you can

https://gofund.me/b9dafec3

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“I have a son, You have a Daughter”

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— Salma Deera, “salt”  

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Do visit your local blacksmith

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It does some weird shit

do any other artists on here have problems with tumblr adding weird saturation to your art when you try to post it?

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/54841744

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Joe Dempsie's Easter Bunny story is 1000x better when you remember there is photographic evidence to support it.

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the long night

here’s more art cause i’m in denial about that finale

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I haven’t done much art in a few months truly nothing. But here’s a little something 😘

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I haven’t done much art in a few months truly nothing. But here’s a little something 😘

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Post Series End Game: Arya and Gendry Live Happily Ever After in Storm’s End

With the Long Night at an end, the heroines and heroes of the struggle gained rewards and appointments from Queen Daenerys Targaryen. As the natural son of Robert Baratheon, Gendry was the logical choice to take up the lordship of the Stormlands. Though uneducated, he was quick to learn. More than that, his wife, Arya of House Stark, proved more than willing to administrate as he learned how to govern. Together, they ruled from Storm’s End for decades. Though Arya never forgot her home in the North, returning every so often with her pups to visit her brothers and their children in Winterfell. 

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Look, I honestly don't know where this is going, but I needed to write and this is what I came up with. IDK if this will be something but enjoy it!

The cool brisk metal tickled along the concave between her breasts. The silver chain cascaded through the air as it maintained its clasped position around his neck and the only movement it offered was the rhythmic synchronized motion of his rocking hips. As Gendry thrusted, the silver chain followed and the ring at the end grazed across Arya’s heated skin.

The steady cadences of their mingled breaths reverberated around the room while Arya’s throaty mews shattered the silence. They had been going for hours, completely lost in the euphoric oblivion of each other.

As the sweat began to trickle down Gendry’s chest, Arya couldn’t resist the urge to lap at it with her wanting tongue. His salty taste exploded across her taste buds, garnering a guttural moan from her chapped lips.

Egged on by her pleasurable sounds, Gendry’s pace shifted. What was once a steady metronome became an allegro of heated beats. His fingers dug into her supple skin as his grip tightened along her vivacious waist. His other hand burrowed into the headboard above them, and his brows furrowed as his concentration to rip her over the edge multiplied tenfold.

Arya gasped at the sudden tempo change, from soft and melodic to rough and raucous. She couldn’t keep her nails from digging into the curve of his rounded ass, imprinting him as hers.

Her pleasure was teetering and as he pushed deeper and went hard, she knew it was only a matter of time before she plunged from the precipice and into a shattering oblivion.

As her insides coiled, she clenched, gripping him like a vice and extracting his own reckless abandon, milking him of all he was worth.

His worn body collapsed onto the downy bed beneath him, and he curled his burly arms around Arya’s small frame, pulling her close to his heaving chest. She burrowed her face into the warmth of his embrace and took a deep breath. He smelled of her; their scents mingled together in a wicked dance.

“How long?” she asked, her voice rough from the strain it endured yelling his name.

“An hour before someone starts to notice.” He replied as his fingers tickled the ends of hair that gave way to the middle of her back.

A rigid chill swept across Arya’s spine as she took in the revelation. “When will you be back?”

“Two weeks, if the catch is good. Will you manage?”

No. “Yes.”

“And you?”

Arya sighed and pushed herself from his embrace. She sat up and curled her legs beneath her before resting her head on her waiting knees. She studied him then, letting her eyes roam over the dips and falls of his body. He was a stunning creature with his large shoulders and strong arms and the midnight black of his paired with the ocean blue of his piercing eyes. It's no wonder she kept crawling back.

“No assignment. I’ll be here in the apartment.” Alone.

Gendry chuckled, “You’ll go mad with nothing to do and no one to kill.”

“Maybe I will be able to rid my home of your insufferable scent.” A smile danced across her lips. “Do a bit of deep cleaning.”

“I find that doubtful,” he growled as he snaked his arms around her waist before pulling her back into the safety of his arms.

Arya felt content in the confines of his embrace. Just his presence alone set an ease to the raging sea that stormed her brain. It was such a powerful relief and one she hadn’t had in a long time. But his visits were far and few in between and in just under an hour her thoughts would be scattered once more.

“Be careful out there.” She breathed against his bicep that lay nestled just beneath her head.

She could feel the cascade of kisses he planted down her spine and she couldn’t help the goose flesh that echoed across her skin. “I always am.”

“I know you are, but the sea is a treacherous place. It can be calm and steady one moment and dangerously unforgiving the next. Trust me, I know.”

Her heart ached for the longing of wanting to be at sea. The adventurous side of her craved it. But the accident left her scarred with fear that nearly crippled her every time she set foot on a boat.

Her retirement forced by the hands of fate.

“The boys and I have handled our fair share of anger ocean. We will be fine.” Gendry placed one more kiss upon her shoulder before pulling himself away from her warm bed.

Arya could hear him rummaging for his jeans as she faced away from him, not wanting to see him leave.

“I have to go over checklist today. Davvos left me in charge.” He climbed in behind her, forcing her to face him. “Don’t I always come back?”

She huffed, “Yes.”

“Then I’ll see you in two weeks.” He captured her lips once more before pulling himself from the bed and grabbing his rucksack by the door.

“Gendry?” She said before he had a chance to open the door. “I’ll see you then.”

A smile crept to his face, “I’ll see you then.”

And then he was gone.

And Arya was left alone in her apartment with a dreadful feeling that she pushed to the back of her mind because he always came back.

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gendryacore

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...Winter is here

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May I request some Gendrya from your canon divergence AU? You know, the one in which Ned gets to flee King's Landing with his daughters and Gendry.

Gendry must prepare to take office as one of Winterfell's guards for the first time. He has to shave but Arya insists on helping because she thinks it will be super fun… Gendry discovers new things about himself.

Other parts of this au: 1, 2, 3, 4

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Ahh I saw requests were open again and I love your work so much!!! It would be really cool to see Jon is Essos style clothing and Daenerys in Northern style clothing. A little clothing swap between the two 🙈🫶🏼