Theon Greyjoy - Blog Posts
I think the thing that’s really striking about the got books as opposed to the show is the way Martin never shies away from how physically damaged everyone is left. In the show Tyrion gets a badass scar but in the books he looses half his nose, Briennes teeth are broken and a chunk of her face is literally bitten out. Theon looks like an old man, his body is completely wrecked -
But they’re still not beyond hope. Their stories don’t finish with the horrible things that happen to them, their scars and deformities, they go on, and it’s not pretty and tragic and romantic like a story
And that’s the whole point.
Every single book in the series makes a point about how violence and war is romanticised in literature and history and Martin makes his character a living testament to the reality of war, the ugliness, the trauma, and that depth is just another thing that got glossed over in the show where people stay pretty and everything that made the books special is watered down.
Let your characters be ugly. Let them get hurt. Let them be scarred, and watch them get up anyway.
They know my name…
bonus for the last day of a week of theon ! for the prompt ‘identity’. thank you so much for this week it was fun!
theon and david with the head of goliath or something 😀
Grand northern masquerade
Bran VI, AGOT
Bran might never have warmed to Theon, but he is the only Stark to include him in their prayers 🙏
I give Theon a lot of grief for being dumb (and he is) but a big part of that is that he's making decisions based on his emotions, and his emotions are pulling him in multiple directions at all times. He wants to be a good ironborn for his family but they treated him like shit even before he was taken away he wants Robb to look up to him he wants Ned and Winterfell to respect him but he resents them so so so much he wants to please his father he wants to belong to Winterfell he wants to OWN Winterfell he wants what Asha has he wants to meet the standards he grew up with on the mainland he wants-
I really love the idea that Ned thinks he’s a gentle parent but like….by northern standards. He’ll be like ah I remember what this was like I can’t be as harsh as my father…..boy hostage fetch my sword I have decided you children will watch me perform a beheading instead of the traditional bloodeagle. I know I know I’m getting soft in my old age (27)
Theonposting today. Archery + Asha + Pyke that i will never finish
this is actually the funniest thing i’ve ever seen. um FIRST OF ALL ‼️‼️‼️his name is NOT theon 😤😤 it’s RICK 😂😂…….
Paid the iron price
Game of Thrones Season 7 Character Poster
First five ASOIAF portraits are done!
F!Aegon
Theon Greyjoy
Quentyn Martell
Sansa Stark
Shireen Baratheon
That's crazy if you think about it
welcome back thramsay!!!!!🥰🥰😍😍
Such adorableness and tragedy considering how each pair was torn apart permanently :( There is only hope for the sweet sansan reunion!
Sketch requests part 2:
1. Theon for @damphair
2. Ned and Cat for anon
3. Sandor for @nobodysuspectsthebutterfly
4. Jaime with Princess Rhaenys for @wickedjaime
1989 (Starks version)
Also a Renly one because why not
Just saw a Sansa and Theon edit brb gonna go cry
Happy Halloween ft. some ominous Theon quotes
i just find so funny that theon is so obssesed with being a proper greyjoy and what else when he's so clearly his mother's son, trapped in his little gothic story like a true harlaw. being the gothic heroine trapped with a monster in a haunted castle, just a guy in his jonathan harker era.
same me.... save me doomed gay situationships... save me.....
laying in bed..... headphones on.... listening to my tears ricochet by taylor swift and thinking about the doomed gay boys (robb stark and theon greyjoy)
extremely underrated trope is the villain's sacrificial lambs that weren't misunderstood or being kept in the dark or mind-controlled when they were evil but are forced into a redemption arc because the villain betrayed them personally. former villains who only stopped because they failed or were caught. grunts that are discarded and switch sides only because they have no other choice. people who need to be force-fed morality to stay alive on the good team. people who improve but are never absolved. people who wanted to raise hell and only change their mind when they, too, are burned.
Chapters: 2/? Fandom: A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin, A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms, Game of Thrones (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Jon Snow/Arya Stark, Sansa Stark/Margaery Tyrell, Renly Baratheon/Loras Tyrell Characters: Arya Stark, Jon Snow, Bran Stark, Robb Stark, Ned Stark, Catelyn Tully Stark, Sansa Stark, Margaery Tyrell, Theon Greyjoy Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Minor Sansa Stark/Margaery Tyrell, Minor Renly Baratheon/Loras Tyrell, Family Feels Summary:
The little moments as Arya and Jon’s family and friends (and Theon) discover there may be more to their relationship.
Strong language and kissing.
Stunninggggg!! The details… I cannot stop staring at them. I smile every time I look at this. He’s so prettyyyy!! I will scream this as loud as I can—this artist deserves to hear how beautiful their work is!!
Theon Greyjoy doll now comes with a Greyjoy banner, archery set and accessories for Smiler 🐴💛
I have been on a quest of learning how to draw recently—entirely motivated by being able to draw ASoIaF blorbos 🥺
Just like the rest of their fics…. This is a must read. Highlyyyy recommend. The emotions, the character motivations, the spice... it’s all there. And so much more. Mind the tags, as with most Thramsay:)
It’s been a bit since I posted a fic so I wanted to share my Photographer Ramsay x Model Theon AU 📸🎀
With each shutter click, Theon is sure the photos look worse and worse. “This isn’t working,” he says petulantly, dropping the pose and turning around to face Ramsay.
The photographer lowers the camera, clearly amused if the lopsided grin was anything to go by. “Just try something else then, babe. You’d look great in every position.” The crude remark is punctuated with a look of disconcerting hunger.
Any smile that had a hope of living for the camera died on Theon’s lips.
Through The Woods
A mythology Thramsay fic inspired by this quote;
"Oh, but you must travel through those woods again and again... and you must be lucky to avoid the wolf every time... But the wolf... the wolf only needs enough luck to find you once" — Emily Carroll
Theon’s village is plagued by a creature which lures young women to the forest, never to be seen again. Seeking fame and perhaps a chance to restore his pride, Theon alone ventures out in hopes of conquering this beast. For surely where others failed, he would succeed.
But these woods are not the ones of his youth; these are darker, more sinister. The very air beneath the leaves feels wrong. He finds help in his quest in the form of a man who lives in these woods. A man obviously keeping his own secrets, though what they could be, Theon is yet to find.
He will learn though… What it truly means to hunt. And what is required to guard himself from being hunted.
*Text below the cut. Small mention of a bloody knife.*
It had been perhaps twelve hours since he first set out when Theon felt a presence like a ghost at his back. The air itself seemed to still all of a sudden. There was no wind to cool the sweat on his brow. The density of the trees began to close in around him, their branches reaching down like gnarled fingers, as if hoping to snatch him.
“Need some help?”
Spinning around, his hand reflexively flew to his quiver in the same motion. His fingers stilled, resting atop one of the arrows. He froze, staring. Waiting.
A man stood before him, dressed in fitted black breeches and boots, with a deep red shirt—red like blood—which hung open across his pale chest, seemingly to account for the sheer girth of it. A dark smattering of chest hair trailed up to his throat. The hair on his head was black as night without stars or moon. Black as the shadows behind him. It hung below his broad shoulders.
But his eyes seemed to steal the breath from Theon’s lungs the same as if he had taken a plunge into the shrieking river. They watched him, meeting his stare.
Theon shivered; the bright blue of them glowed in stark contrast to the darkness of the forest. Like fallen stars. Stars that could sear the very flesh from his bones.
As if the man could read his thoughts, his wide lips curled up into the smallest of smiles. He was leaning up against a tree. A casual pose if ever there was one.
Were it not for the blood on his clothes and knife in his hand.
“My sincerest apologies for scaring you.”
The words were considerate enough, but the tone which danced at the edges of them, had Theon’s hackles rising despite the pounding of his heart and suspicion brewing in the back of his mind.
Theon’s arm dropped back to his side, his other gloved hand tightening around the handle of his bow.
“I was not scared,” he huffed, shifting his feet. “I was… startled.”
The smile grew on the other man’s face, exposing glinting white teeth. “Forgive me; my apologies for startling you.”
Where before there was perhaps the hint of mockery, now there was no mistaking it sliming the tone.
Theon glared fiercely. “I wouldn’t be so disrespectful if I were you,”
A dark brow raised. “No disrespect was meant, I assure you.” He pushed off the tree, taking two steps closer. Their proximity brought to light just how much wider and taller he was than Theon; he looked down at him as if observing a particularly interesting rock he had found lying in his path. “But might I inquire as to why you’re above being disrespected?”
The smell of him engulfed Theon like a cloud. A heady mix of spice, wet soil, greasy pork… and a metallic scent that had Theon’s stomach turning.
Theon’s eyes flitted between the knife in his hand and those eager eyes. He swallowed thickly. Suddenly his station in life seemed unimportant and weak when alone in the wilderness.
But no, he was an important person. And this low-life needed to learn just how beneath him he was.
The words somehow came to him as strong and firm as he intended for them to come out. “I’m a lord.”
Something sparked in the other man’s gaze, but it was gone so quickly that Theon almost thought he’d imagined it.
“A lord? Of course, I understand; you deserve your proper respect.” He sheathed his knife, blood and all, inclined his head and grasped his cloak in one hand before giving a small bow.
Yet again, despite the deference the action showed, the tone with which he spoke, even his motions, felt off.
“Indeed,” Theon sniffed, haughty and irritated for reasons he couldn’t fully place.
The man straightened with a playful smile. “Don’t you care to know my name?” He sounded petulant, like a child, despite his prodigious size, which only served to annoy Theon further.
He eyed him in a way that he hoped portrayed his disinterest. “Not particularly.”
The other man’s smile fell. “That’s very rude, you know.” Theon sensed a faint, venomous note
“A lord can afford to be rude to someone beneath his station.” Even as he said that, Theon’s eyes found the knife again. A warning flared to life in the depths of his being, like a candle deep within a cave. His foot inched backward beneath the sharp look of the other man. “What were you doing out here anyway?” He looked back up into the man’s face.
A thin smile met him. “Hunting.”