#IronBorn

[thewatcher0nthewall]

Asha Greyjoy

[tell-them-the-north-remembers]

When you think about it Euron Greyjoy is actually the villain of all time, GRRM's magnum opus. He opens his eyes to the world and decides sibling abuse is gonna be his thing for a while. He fucks his brother's wife, gets exiled for it, fucks off to god knows where. Then allegedly finds a dragon egg, tries to get a wizard to hatch it, gets mad, randomly throws it into the sea. Commits war crimes, captures warlocks, makes them cannibalize each other for shits and giggles. Steals a dragon horn. DEMOCRATICALLY GETS ELECTED KING. Raids a man's castle, ties up the man, sees his daughter who goes "hey my step mom and step siblings suck strip them naked and make them serve dinner to ur men like that" and he goes "ok." and then is like "hey that was fun im gonna like kinda marry you and make you my salt wife". But she will be his SALT wife (she actually wont he will literally CUT her tongue bcs he evil) bcs he literally thinks oh yes i will marry daenerys and then tame a dragon using my dragonhorn and conquer westeros on dragonback aegon-style. He gets fucked up on shade of the evening daily, sees hallucinations and visions and plans on summoning eldritch horrors. He is an edgy pirate with a ship called "silence" bcs he fucking tore out the tongues of his entire crew and the ship is painted red so it conceals the BLOOD. Martin went "i have enough morally grey antagonists" and then created euron fucking greyjoy.

[pigeon-princess]

A little sneaky preview of the first few pages of my comic, Strange Waters! The 31 page comic I made for PCAF Perth, following the backstory of my ASOIAF tabletop character Gwyn and his mysterious Ironborn upbringing. (Our campaign is run by @oneirotect with my fellow pc @clownprincenico) It made me so incredibly happy to draw so many seals.

I'll have physical copies available to purchase when my shop reopens next friday! (16th August 2024) and it will later be available to purchase as a PDF or to read on my website! I'll keep you updated!

Can I tempt you with seals and Gwyn's hot uncle?

[fleurdeliet]

Two weeks of Theon - day 4: Culture

I finally finished it!

[theonsource]

TWO WEEKS OF THEON will take place from September 15-28, 2024! This event will celebrate book and show canons (and mixes of both!) There is a choice of prompts for each day. Feel free to go in order or out of order or combine prompts. You may also decide to “pay the iron price” and create your own prompts. All ships, interpretations, and headcanons are welcome! All types of fan works are welcome! Remember to use the tag #twoweeksoftheon so that we can find and reblog your posts!

Identity or Truth vs Lies

Home or “The Heart in Conflict with Itself”

Lovers, friends, family & foes or Duty vs Love

Culture or Theon Eras

Revenge or Parallels & Anti-parallels

Shame or Villain vs Victim

Drowning or Animals

Strategy or Bravery

Ghosts or What Ifs

Escape or Show vs Books

Laughter or Lyrics/Quotes

Sacrifice or Symbols

Defiance or Color(s)

Hopes & Predictions or Favorite Moments

*Edit made from the cover art of the French pocket editions of asoiaf

[awfulassassin]

[ophelias-lamentation]

Asha if you still need slots for the 6 characters!

[enyo-worshiper]

today i offer to you

the Red Kraken

Dalton Greyjoy my beloved bitch

[mights-quills]

theon greyjoy and alannys harlaw feat. epic the musical

[closethedoorandcomehere]

Spoilers, profanity, Jaime x Brienne. Game of Thrones. A Song of Ice and Fire. AFfC The Iron Captain

Close The Door And Come Here - AFfC The Iron Captain

What is worse than a car show? One with your incestuous uncles, only the cars are boats. Randyll Tarly should get Harrenhal next.

[sowthetide]

like a cradled creature lies | T | 2493 words

When Aeron is seven, his brother asks him what the sea is. When Aeron is thirty, he knows the answer.

[thewatcher0nthewall]

The Grim Lady of Pyke

[jedimaesteryoda]

This dream of kingship is a madness in our blood. I told your father so the first time he rose, and it is more true now than it was then.

The Reader proves to be right as ever. As Illyrio put it "to crown her is to kill her." All the Greyjoys pursue their own personal quests for crowns, and it always ends in disaster as it does for every claimant in the series. They don't see that crowns bring death.

Balon's attempt at a crown resulted in the loss of his two sons, his remaining son taken as a hostage and the invasion of the Iron Isles. His second attempt ended with his murder at the hands of the brother he exiled.

Theon crowning himself Prince of Winterfell resulted in the death of his men, Winterfell sacked and his capture, torture and castration by Ramsay.

Asha's attempt to crown herself resulted in exile after losing the kingsmoot. For all her criticism of Theon and Balon for their pursuit, she proves not to fall very far from the tree pursuing a crown in the North that even Tris points out is a desperate pipe dream. It resulted in the loss of her ships and almost her entire army with her taken prisoner. She may yet die in the Battle of Ice.

Victarion's quest to go east to marry Daenerys for his crown, or basically stealing Euron's plan, will likely result in death by dragonflame.

Euron's desire for the Iron Throne will likely result in his death and his forces crushed at Oldtown.

Aeron may yet go full Lodos and try to crown himself as priest-king once all the other Greyjoys die and he sees what became of Theon. It may end in the Hammer of the Waters sent to Pyke where the other Drowned Men may be gathered. Drowned Men died by drowning. How ironic.

Out of the current Greyjoys, I think Theon will be the only member of the family left alive, not just out of GRRM's fondness for "bastards, cripples and broken things," but post-ACOK, he gives up his dream of wearing a crown. He no longer wishes to be king, let alone a prince as he comes to realize what he really wanted was acceptance by people he could call family, something a crown would never give him. It's his self-growth and personal development that cure the "madness in his blood."

[benjen-mormont]

⚔︎ KICK ME ONCE AGAIN, AND SAY WE’LL NEVER PART ⚔︎

(Collaboration with @theredripper)

The Ironmen and the Greybeards had already crossed swords a few times since arriving in King’s Landing, each fight ignited by pettier reasons than the last. So, naturally, they decided to meet at a tavern—to catch up, settle their differences, maybe drink away their bad blood. A terrible idea. Benjen should’ve left the moment Cregan walked out.

“Are you here to follow him around?”

No, Benjen wasn’t anyone’s shadow anymore. He’d outgrown the days of trailing after Cregan, doing as he was told. He sneered, his words slurred with drunken defiance. “You talk too much.”

Toron smirked, just as inebriated, the edge of a blade in his smile. Cregan, waiting impatiently at the far side of the tavern, refused to sit through yet another silent clash of glares. “I’m not staying to watch this nonsense,” he muttered, and stalked out. Benjen shrugged. His loss.

“Oh, I can back up my talk with a sword,” Toron taunted, fingers lazily resting on the hilt.

“We’re here for a wedding, not a funeral. Don’t push it.”

“And what’s to stop me? You?” Toron sneered, mockingly glancing him up and down. “I didn’t see any bears on the way in. You planning to stomp me to death by possessing a horse, Mormont?”

Benjen tossed back his drink, rising slowly from the table. “No man has to die tonight.”

Toron laughed, voice oozing with malice. “Who cares if a few men die? Men die every day. I’ll make sure yours get proper rites, like you did for mine.”

Benjen’s jaw tightened, swallowing the bitterness in his throat. Walk away, walk—

“Aw, is Cregan pulling your leash all the way from over there? Go, dog, roll over and play dead for him and his wife.”

Enough.

Before his brain could catch up, Benjen’s axe thudded into the table, mere inches from Toron’s hand. Toron didn’t flinch. Instead, he looked amused.

“Oh, what’s wrong? Can’t handle a few words about your master? Or is it his wife that has you riled up?” Toron giggled, the little bastard. “Maybe you two share the Targaryen w—”

Benjen grabbed him by the hair, slamming his face down onto the table. Something cracked—nose, wood, or maybe both. The heat of blood pounding in his veins drowned out the commotion around him.

“Neither Cregan nor his wife are my type, bastard,” Benjen growled, laughing through the sting in his own jaw. “But you… with that pretty face… should be careful. Heard you’re the spitting image of your mother.”

For the first time, Toron’s smirk faltered.

“Don’t you dare—”

“Oh, I do dare.” Benjen leaned in close, grip tightening, savoring the glint of rage in Toron’s eyes. “Who knows? Maybe I’ll finally give your mother a son she can be proud of. Sounds like she could use a strong shoulder to cry on… maybe a warm bed, too.”

Toron’s hand shot to his sword, pressing it to Benjen’s throat, but Benjen didn’t flinch. “And what did you learn after killing your own father?” Toron snarled.

“How easily powerful men die.”

With that, the tavern exploded into chaos as their weapons clashed, sending tables and tankards flying. Benjen laughed—a wild, guttural sound. Toron fought like a knight, too clean, too cautious.

“Are you trying to fight or dance?” Benjen taunted, smashing a bottle against Toron’s shoulder. Toron hissed, plunging his blade into Benjen’s ribs.

“Who’s the one prancing now?” Toron sneered, landing a cut on Benjen’s leg, only to receive a swift kick between his legs in return. No knight, indeed.

Toron’s sword slid out of his grasp as he went down. Benjen tossed his axe aside, intent on pummeling him bare-fisted. Should Toron be grateful he hadn’t gone for the kill?

“I hear drowning’s the greatest honor for an ironborn,” Benjen panted, their bodies tangled as they rolled across the floor, fists swinging. “Does it count if you choke on your own blood?”

“You wish… Burn or bury, Stark dog?” Toron spat, twisting them over, even as Benjen’s hands found his throat and squeezed. “Planning to choke me, mutt?”

“Planning to like it?” Benjen lunged forward, tearing Toron’s shirt and sinking his teeth into his shoulder. The sharp gold caps of Benjen’s teeth jewelry bit in, drawing blood, leaving a raw wound that painted his lips a savage red. “A souvenir to match the other side.”

A punch to the face, a kick to the knee, both men bloody and laughing like madmen. The whole tavern erupted around them, Ironmen and Greybeards slugging it out as their generals went to war.

“Enough!” Cregan’s voice cut through the din, sharp as a wolf’s howl. “If this stupidity continues, I’ll speak with Lord Dalton himself!”

Breath ragged, Benjen finally let Toron go, wiping his blood-streaked face with the back of his hand and smearing it across Toron’s mouth in a mocking gesture. His grin, smeared with battle-lust, was feral, gold painted red.

“See you later, pretty boy.”

It had been a terrible idea, and Toron knew it. He should have walked away the moment he felt the drink hit him, but pride—or maybe foolishness—had kept him in place. Now, with the streets dark and shadowed beneath the keep's towering walls, he trudged forward, his ironmen trailing behind him like silent shadows. One thing was certain: this wasn’t over between him and Benjen Mormont. No, whatever fate had bound them together, it was forged in one of the Seven Hells.

[housewiththelemontree]

Ironborn origins may be a mystery, but their culture--and specifically their names--are not. Among the named Ironborn character we find Ulf, Wulfe, Wulfgar, three Rolfes, and six Ralfs.

In real life all these names are cognates with the word 'wolf.' Are there wolves on the Iron Islands? Did the Ironborn steal these names from a culture with wolves? Was there a Green Land diaspora naturalized onto the Iron Islands? Did the Ironborn come originally from a place with wolves? Are they, in fact, relatives of Starks?

None of this is knowable of course, but it's fun to think about!

[nanshe-of-nina]

Posthumous Characters GIF Sets → Quellon Greyjoy

Near the end of Haereg’s great work you will come to Lord Quellon Greyjoy, the wisest of the men to sit the Seastone Chair since Aegon’s Conquest. A huge man, six and a half feet tall, he was said to be as strong as an ox and as quick as a cat. In his youth he earned renown as a warrior, fighting corsairs and slavers in the Summer Sea. A leal servant of the Iron Throne, he led a hundred longships around the bottom of Westeros during the War of the Ninepenny Kings and played a crucial role in the fighting around the Stepstones.