Selkie Theon AU. Snippet Below The Cut.

“a friend and brother” :’(

The night was windless, the snow drifting straight down out of a cold black sky, yet the leaves of the heart tree were rustling his name. “Theon,” they seemed to whisper, “Theon.”

The old gods, he thought. They know me. They know my name. I was Theon of House Greyjoy. I was a ward of Eddard Stark, a friend and brother to his children. “Please.” He fell to his knees. “A sword, that’s all I ask. Let me die as Theon, not as Reek.” Tears trickled down his cheeks, impossibly warm. “I was ironborn. A son … a son of Pyke, of the islands.”

A leaf drifted down from above, brushed his brow, and landed in the pool. It floated on the water, red, five-fingered, like a bloody hand. “… Bran,” the tree murmured. 

They know. The gods know. They saw what I did. And for one strange moment it seemed as if it were Bran’s face carved into the pale trunk of the weirwood, staring down at him with eyes red and wise and sad. Bran’s ghost, he thought, but that was madness. Why should Bran want to haunt him? He had been fond of the boy, had never done him any harm. It was not Bran we killed. It was not Rickon. They were only miller’s sons, from the mill by the Acorn Water. “I had to have two heads, else they would have mocked me … laughed at me … they …”

A voice said, ”Who are you talking to?“

Theon spun, terrified that Ramsay had found him, but it was just the washerwomen—Holly, Rowan, and one whose name he did not know. ”The ghosts,“ he blurted. ”They whisper to me. They … they know my name.“

- A Ghost in Winterfell (ADWD)

I engage with fiction in a normal way. don’t look at my blog

OMG!!! Makes me think of cat boy Ramsay… One of the best aus ever…🥺😍😍

Thramsay warrior cats 😁

I made Ramsay a tortoiseshell so he's either transgender or infertile (your pick)

this gif is like a jumpscare. its fine and then his ass is just there for half a second

UM. UHHH…… I, like, need this as a whole fic. Like, yesterday. Freaking brilliant.

Au where theon is a pup play/nsfw Twitter account, and Ramsay being the biggest incel gooner, is his biggest fan,so he starts chatting up theon and eventually becomes his master/handler, and theon post about it, proudly shows his collar etc, until after a while he stops posting at all, one of his mutuals and friend, Kyra, notices after two months of inactivity, she DMS him curious, then worried, because Theon doesn't spend longer then and hour away from his phone and he hasn't replied to her, after a week after she starts dming, theons account disappears, she freaks out at first but it's not like she can do much she didn't even know his actual name, and after a while she just figures that maybe theons new master didn't like him posting, so she convinces herself everything is fine and moves on

Based off of this tweet

do u think jaime is the only one who (outside of wet nurses) picked tyrion up to comfort him? do u think he put tyrion on his shoulders to make him feel tall? did jaime run tyrions legs for him when he was having a bad pain day??? Do you think that, warped by cersei and tywin as he was, loves and cherishes his little brother? He doesn't see a monster that's his little buddy 🥺

Wait no wait wait hold on wait—

they are brothers. They love each other. They are best friends. They are the only ones who care about each other. Tyrion is the ONLY one who doesn’t want anything from Jaime, and Tyrion is the only one who truly loves Jaime. And Jaime doesn’t even know how much he loves Tyrion, as well.

They’re both emotionally crippled because of the trauma of their family. It doesn’t matter if you’re the Golden Child, First Born, Heir to Casterly Rock, or if you’re the monster who killed his mother and failed to uphold the family name. The burden is the same weight, and it’s so heavy that both of them were crushed beneath it.

I’m not crying. I’m fine. I’m fine. 🙂 I’m tot🙂ally 🙂 fin e.

Also yeah Jaime totally did physical therapy with tyrion sorry that’s canon georhshhe told me so

Just look at this beautiful arttttt. Agh!! Stunning. Everyone should go read The Best Pet by Weeping Eighth on Ao3!!! If you like dog Theon, you’ll love that!!🥺🥹❤️

They are playing twister

Give it lots of love, it’s so gooood!!😩

I had so much fun doing this lil’ collab with @dauthdaert-the-orchid 🐾🎀 We both did pet hybrid fics—mine is especially cuddly cat boy Ramsay and their’s is an incredibly adorable dog boy Theon.

🐈‍⬛ https://archiveofourown.org/works/63158908

🐕 https://archiveofourown.org/works/63158356

From the corner of the room, there’s a dull, repetitive thunk—it’s a sickening scratching noise that melts into reverberating wood. The monotony is the only thing allowing Theon to cling to sleep, but he’s rapidly becoming aware of his surroundings.

Maybe if he ignored it, Ramsay would go back to bed.

Thunk.

Thunk.

Thunk.

In response, Theon squeezed his eyes shut tighter, trying in vain to disregard the yowling that had started to accompany the sound of claws raking on the underside of his dresser. This was the fifth night in a row the cat hybrid had awoken him in the dead of night, or at least he assumed it was the dead of night.

If he opened his eyelids or showed any sign of life, there would be no hope of Ramsay growing bored and giving up. Still, it’s an exercise in futility; the likelihood of that happening was slim to none.

Another long, drawn-out cry tells Theon that he will most likely not be met with such fortune tonight. His pet was nothing if not insistent. When he wanted something—it didn’t matter what that something was or the hour of the day—he got it.

Feels like the end of a season:(

[ R - Chapter 22 ] Complete!

Here's some closing credit music for this monster of a fic. I'll be over here being emotional. Thank you for going on this journey with me, whether by sharing the links or reading or commenting or cheerleading or any combination there of. What a lovely six month journey this story has been amidst some of the worst mental bullshit my brain has put me through.

[ Local Maul - WIP Snippet ]

Um. So uh. I'm writing the Modern AU where Ramsay, Theon and Myssa work at the mall. Myssa's at Hot Topic and the boys are at Spencer's. Here's a snippet of Myssa introducing Jeyne to her morbid fiction game. (Spoiler alert, but Myssa and Jeyne will never be friends in any universe. Sorry not sorry. But I live for their misaligned interactions.)

Myssa nodded towards the Spencer’s, where Mr. Canines’ dirty blond friend was positioning a promotional sign just outside the store’s entrance. His jeans were way too tight and his black long sleeved tee looked like it had seen better days, even from a distance. By how faded it was, she recognized it as the one that had Cthulhu on the front.

“That guy,” she began, staring at him intently while he tripped over the corner of the sign’s metal stand and looked around to see if anyone noticed. “Goes to buy weed from his regular dealer but it’s a setup. Escapes the cops on foot but hops the wrong fence. Two massive dogs defending their yard chase him, bite the shit out of his leg. He’s bleeding, stumbling, jumps the next fence, slips on his own blood and falls into the neighbor’s pool. Only it’s still covered and his weight makes him sink, water flooding in, drowning him kicking and screaming and tangling himself to death.”

“Theon?” Jeyne burst out laughing. “Honestly, you might not be far off.”

Myssa turned her attention back to her coworker. “You know him?”

“Yeah, he’s my best friend’s foster brother. Or, uh, he was. Before he turned eighteen and he got kicked out for stealing Mr. Stark’s beer.” She looked thoughtful and laughed again. “You know, he’s more likely to die from getting too drunk at the river and falling in. Not exciting, but realistic. I mean, hardly anyone has a pool around here.”

Myssa shifted her jaw and grabbed a pen from the counter to jab at the notepad beside the POS. Of course Jeyne would ruin the game by being “realistic” about it. That wasn’t the point at all. That was boring.

“Fine.” Myssa directed her glare at Theon’s back as he headed into the opposite store. “How about he tries to blow himself upside down on his couch. Cums in his throat and aspirates to death on his own jizz.”

“Oh my god, you are vile,” Jeyne said and burst out laughing so hard she slapped her manicured hand on the counter. She nodded furiously, pigtails waving. “Yes. One hundred percent. You have him pegged.”