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[incblackbird]

THEON BEING BRAVE A much needed gifset asked for by @blueagia for the @theonexchange

I hope you like it dear, and sorry it’s so late. I honestly could think of a thousend more moments of him being brave but I picked out the very obvious and in my opinion most beautiful ones.

[janiedean]

fanmix: you’re just too good a ship to wreck, for @atthewolfden​ // @theongreyjoyexchange​; [download on mediafire] [listen on playmoss]

1. tangled up in blue - k. t. tunstall

Early one mornin' the sun was shinin' I was layin' in bed Wondrin' if she'd changed at all If her hair was still red Her folks they said our lives together Sure was gonna be rough (..)

So now I'm goin' back again I got to get to her somehow All the people we used to know They're an illusion to me now

2. boats & birds - gregory and the hawk

If you'll be my boat, I'll be your sea A depth of pure blue just to probe curiosity Ebbing and flowing and pushed by a breeze I live to make you free, I live to make you free But you can set sail to the west if you want to And past the horizon, 'til I can’t even see you Far from here where the beaches are wide Just leave me your wake to remember you by

3. bed of roses - bon jovi

When you close your eyes Know I'll be thinking about you While my mistress she calls me To stand in her spotlight again Tonight I won't be alone But you know that don't Mean I'm not lonely I've got nothing to prove For it's you that I'd die to defend I want to lay you down on a bed of roses For tonight I sleep on a bed on nails I want to be just as close as the Holy Ghost is And lay you down on bed of roses

4. soul driver - lowlands

Now no one knows which way love's wheel turns Will we hit it rich Or crash and burn Does fortune wait or just the black hand of fate This love potion's all we've got One toast before it's too late If the angels are unkind or the season is dark Or if in the end Love just falls apart Then here's to our destruction Baby let me be your soul driver

5. stranger than kindness - nick cave & the bad seeds

You caress yourself And grind my soft cold bones below Your map of desire Burned in your flesh Even a fool can come A strange lit stair And find a rope hanging there Stranger than kindness

6. don’t cry (alt. lyrics) - guns n’ roses

I thought I could live in your world As years all went by, with all the voices I've heard Something has died And when you're in need of someone, my heart won't deny you So many seem so lonely with no one left to cry to, babyDon't you cry tonight I still love you, baby Don't you cry tonight Don't you cry tonight There's a heaven above you baby And don't you cry tonight

7. is your love in vain? - bob dylan

Are you so fast that you cannot see that I must have solitude? When I am in the darkness, why do you intrude? Do you know my world, do you know my kind? Or must I explain? Will you let me be myself? Or is your love in vain?

8. always gold - radical face

We were opposites at birth I was steady as a hammer No one worried 'cause they knew just where I'd be And they said you were the crooked kind And that you'd never have no worth But you were always gold to me

9. leap of faith - michelle branch

And it's a leap of faith, When you believe there's someone out there, It's a leap of faith When you believe that someone cares, oh, And when I call out to you, Will you be right there, Right there? And I'll be waiting by the window for your smile to come through, And I'll be waiting in the darkness when I call out to you, And I'll remember when you told me, I could trust in you

10. come wander with me - brian fallon

Oh but you, you always said, "you're just too good a ship to wreck" You said, "never mind nothin', there's a summertime humming once the bandages come off" Yes, and you always believed there was some kind of diamond in me Oh but if you still burn every night in the hurt I know a place where the pain doesn't reach Come wander with me Come wander with me

11. shining in the light - jimmy page & robert plant

From this shore my memory wandered And I danced upon the sea Can I dance with you upon the sea? Oh! how I love your brown-eyed madness And your beauty was exposed Now your memory's grained into my bones

12. christmas tv - slow club

It's okay to have scars; they will make you who you are It's okay to have fears, as long as you're not scared of coming here And in the middle of the night, just call if you want to talk 'Cus you know that I want to talk too It's not bad of you to think of what might go wrong But you can't blame me for secretly hoping that I'll prove you wrong It's okay that I pray that you will miss your flight and have to stay with me another night

13. drive all night - bruce springsteen

There's machines and there's fire waiting on the edge of town They're out there for hire but baby they can't hurt us now Cause you've got, you've got, you've got, you've got my love, you've got my love Through the wind, through the rain, the snow, the wind, the rain You've got, you've got my, my love heart and soul

[theongreyjoyexchange]

round three masterpost!

... a bit later than we had planned but we’re finally wrapping things up with the usual masterpost ;) not that anyone has to claim anything this round but if you want it all in one place, this year we had:

king on the salt throne (moodboard, gen), by @mrs-storm-andrews for @hard-as-iron;

purple is a lucky color (fanfic, theon/robb), by @owlsinathens for @realakai;

gut-wrenching frenzy (fanfic, theon/robb), by @robb-greyjoy for @wynafryd-manderly;

theon/sansa reunion (art, theon/sansa), by @hard-as-iron for @starcallerstag;

you’re worth hell (fanmix, jon/theon), by @themailmanwonthelottery for disneyprincebuffyannesummers;

theon by the sea (fanart, gen), by @starcallerstag for @salazarastark

psycho killers (fanvid, theon & roose), by @selkiewife for @loveyourcrookedneighbor;

I’m gooey in the middle, baby, let me bake (fanfic, theon/jon), by @robb-greyjoy for @owlsinathens;

disarm you with a smile (fanmix, gen-ish), by @janiedean for @themailmanwonthelottery;

taking winterfell’s prizes (fanfic, theon/domeric + theon/ros + theon/ros/domeric), by @loveyourcrookedneighbor for @quilljoy;

a path to lead you back to me (fanfic, theon/robb), by @rainhalydia for @janiedean;

I love that face (fanfic, theon/robb), by @realakai for @rainhalydia;

mercy (fanfic, roose/theon), by @quilljoy for @incblackbird;

the raven spoke my name (fanfic, theon & bran), by @blueagia for @randomlut;

theon on the salt throne + theon & sansa five years after the show (photoset/picspam + ficlet, theon/sansa), by @janiedean for @mrs-storm-andrews;

theon & robb at disneyland doing cheesy couple things (fanart, theon/robb) by @theon-greyjoy-stark for @queenblackbetha

don’t you want a life like we saw on the picture show? (fanfic, theon/robb), by @janiedean for @theon-greyjoy-stark;

art & photography students au (fanfic, theon/robb), by @salazarastark for @robb-greyjoy;

theon being brave (gifset, gen), by @incblackbird for @blueagia;

you’re too good a ship to wreck (fanmix, theon/robb), by @janiedean for @atthewolfden;

the kindness of strangers (fanfic, theon & pia gen), by @janiedean for @selkiewife.

AAAND WE’RE DONE, I hope y’all enjoyed this round and your gifts, remember to leave a comment at your giftee if you haven’t done so already ;) and see you all next year if the old gods will it and thanks for participating everyone :)

[blueagia]

Written for @randomlut as part of @theongreyjoyexchange !

Prompt: Theon meeting Bran again (directly or in a dream) 

Summary: Bran and Theon take turns reminding each other of who they really are. 

This fic is based mostly on events and characterization from the show, with some elements from the books.

[keyjamm]

Pain hurts all the more when laced with sweetness. In Barrow Hall, Roose Bolton rebuilds Theon into something he can use.

Or, as I like to call it, Roose Bolton’s Guide on Reek Care :D 

My (belated and unbetaed, apologies!) @theongreyjoyexchange​ ‘s gift for @incblackbird​ ‘s lovely lovely prompt. 

[selkiewife]

Theon fantasizes about killing Roose after learning that he murdered Robb at the Red Wedding. For @loveyourcrookedneighbour ( @janiedean oh no, it won’t let me tag them! ) Prompt: Fanvid- Throose + Talking Heads Music. I chose Psycho Killer for the music. I hope you like it!

[rainhalydia]

Here’s my entry for the @theongreyjoyexchange! @janiedean asked for something in a western setting and I kinda... didn’t deliver. I cheated a little, because Robb and the Stark drama took over my western piece + lack of reading comprehension. Well, have a sorta western instead, and the other one is for you too when it gets ready XD

Here’s the link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16020704

[owlsinathens]

Purple is a Lucky Colour

Here's my gift for @realakai for the Theon exchange. It involves dogs, dye accidents and the colour purple.

Thank you @theongreyjoyexchange for organizing this, and for all your help 😊

[weirwoodsea]

Cripples, Bastards, and Broken Things

For @randomlut

Prompt: Theon meeting Jon again in season 7 (prediction)

AO3 LINK

Theon

He felt Jon’s presence before he saw him, like a punch to the heart. As Theon pulled the boat ashore with Harrag and his sister’s men, his mind flooded with turmoil and he swallowed thickly, fighting the urge to throw himself at Jon’s feet and offer his head as just punishment for his crimes. He began to tremble, his crippling guilt clashing strongly with his need to rescue his sister.

Yara…. The thought of Yara had kept him from giving himself up to Jon when he left Sansa with Brienne and Podrick. And now it seemed she was delaying his death a second time.

Theon’s tormented eyes focused on the stoic form of the bastard standing grim and unmoving further up the beach. Even from this distance he could see how much Jon had changed from the sullen, summer child he had been. Jon had always been insufferably moody, but there had been a kindness behind his frowns, whereas Theon’s japes and smiles had been cruel, twisted things. He stood before Jon now, a proven traitor and coward. A broken man.

A heavy wave of shame washed over him, but he couldn’t lower his gaze. He wouldn’t lower his head, not even when Jon began a slow walk toward him. He couldn’t shame Yara and her men like that. He’d betrayed everyone he’d ever loved but, he could not betray her now.

“Jon.” He paused. He had to choose his words carefully. “Your Grace,” he tried to recapture the boldness of his voice at the Kingsmoot but he could hear his voice faltering and it felt like he was being choked. “There is much to say… but we are here in urgent need to speak with Queen Daenerys.”

“There is nothing to say, Greyjoy” Jon interupted, his eyes like dark flames. “If it were not for Sansa you would be dead right now.”

I should be dead anyway. One good deed hardly wipes away the bad. Theon managed to keep his eyes fixed on Jon, even as he clenched his mangled hands at his side. “I know we have unfinished business, Your Grace, and I give you my word that once we have rescued Yara, I will return to your justice. And then you may do with me what you see fit.” It was like wading through mud, trying to negotiate the humble, sorrowful words with the stance of an Ironborn leader. Especially when leading was the furthest thing from what he felt capable of doing.

“And what good would your word be? Would that be the same word you gave Robb before you betrayed him?” His words stung like salt, even if there was truth in it. Especially because there was truth in it. This was the worst possible timing. Every moment Yara spent in the clutches of his Uncle Euron was a moment closer to her death or worse. Theon knew well that death was not the worst thing that could happen. He had spoken truthfully to Jon, it didn’t matter whether he was believed or not. He needed to meet with Daenerys now. He took a few steps forward, his gait still slightly unsure due to the missing toes. And in a moment Jon was on him.

His strong hands were clutching him in a violent frenzy as he went limp under Jon’s fierce grasp. He didn’t fight it. Jon was shouting something at him but there was a pounding pressure in his head and his ears were buzzing. He heard bits and pieces, as if from very far away or as if his head was being held underwater and he was drowning.

It wasn’t me, it was the Turncloak. He was a bad man, he betrayed his brother, murdered children…There was a pause in the shouting that allowed Theon to come back to himself and suddenly Jon’s scorching eyes were boring into his again as if he were expecting him to say something.

He raised his mournful eyes to Jon’s. “Please,” he managed to whisper. “My sister.”

Jon’s grip loosened a bit and his eyes grew wide. “What of my brother? What of Robb?” There was no more anger anymore, just quiet, horrible grief. “Where were you when he died?”

Where was I? Where was I?

“Winterfell,” Theon admitted with a gasp and bent his head. “I should have been with him.” He raised his haunted eyes to Jon’s once more. “I should have died with him.” Jon suddenly released his grip, turned, and stormed up the beach.

Jon

“I’m proud of you for the way you’ve been treating Theon,” Sansa had said, looking every inch like Lady Catelyn, the only difference being the kindness in her eyes when she looked at him. The kindness he had craved all of his life.

He didn’t deserve her praise. He had wanted to kill him desperately, when he had first seen him on the beach in Dragonstone and even now that he was back here in Winterfell, after his failed attempt to rescue his sister, to offer Ironborn men to go with him beyond the Wall. Jon would accept his men. He would be a fool not to. But he could never bring himself to forgive him, even if Sansa already had.

How could he forgive Theon? It would be forgiving the betrayal of Robb. It would be forgiving the killing of children. It would be forgiving abandoning Robb to die alone. It would be forgiving the failure to die by his side. It would be forgiving all of the things he could not forgive himself for.

He knew it the moment he clutched him on the beach and heard him say those words, I should have died with him… The same reproachful words that were so often lurking in the crevices of his own mind. The same words he had repeated to himself time and time again. Facing Theon had shown him that no matter how many people thought well of him, he was nothing but a craven. Jon could face a million white walkers but he couldn’t face the mirrored image of his own black deeds in Theon’s haunted face.

He shivered as he walked the grounds of Winterfell in the dark. It was almost dawn but Jon had been unable to sleep. He never truly slept well to begin with but now with the coming mission to the north and the arrival of Theon, sleep had become impossible, even with the comforting presence of Ghost curled up next to him.

He thought to seek some solace in the Godswood. He’d been going there more and more often- whenever he could in fact. He felt close to his family there. He felt close to Bran. He couldn’t explain it but sometimes he felt as if it were Bran’s eyes staring out at him from carved face of the Heart Tree. He noticed that Sansa also seemed to be coming to the Godswood more often, even though she had always aligned herself with Lady Catelyn’s Faith of the Seven.

Dawn was just beginning to creep through the white arms of the trees and Jon felt relief wash over him as he entered the Godswood- until he saw Theon there, crouched by The Heart Tree as if he were waiting for him. Theon looked up at him with his tormented eyes and rose with shaky determination. As he walked toward him, Jon realized that he looked even worse than he had seen him on the beach at Dragonstone. His face was haggard, his eyes staring right through him. He stopped in front of Jon, released a ragged breath, and went down on his knees in front of him, exposing his neck.

It took Jon a moment before he realized what Theon was doing, and when he put it together, he did not feel vindicated. He felt ill and… guilty somehow. He knelt down and slipped his gloved hands over Theon’s shoulders. “What are you doing out here, Theon?” He asked gently.

At the sound of his name, Theon’s head shot up with a look Jon couldn’t quite describe and the ghost of a smile appeared at his lips. “Yes… Yes, let me die now. Please. Please, Jon. I’m ready to die for my crimes.”

So what Theon had said on the beach had been true. He was giving himself up to him. “Theon, I can’t kill you. I couldn’t take your head now, even if…” even if I wanted to were the words he’d almost said. He was shocked to realize that the unsaid words were true. As he looked at this tormented man kneeling before him, the last thing he felt was vengeance. Theon flinched under his strong grip as Jon pulled him to standing. Jon then crossed behind Theon and moved closer to the tree. He searched for Bran’s face but all he saw were streams of red sap looking like blood spilling onto white snow… like Ygritte’s blood… like his own… the carved face mirroring the horror on Olly’s face as his neck snapped in the noose. Jon shuddered and looked away. Behind him, he heard Theon’s thin voice. “But I deserve to die Jon.”

“Well, it seems people don’t get what they deserve in this life,” Jon said a bit more harshly then he meant. “Do you think Father deserved to die or Robb or your sister? Or Rickon or Bran?” He saw Theon cringe as he spoke each name, keeping his eyes trained on the ground. But at the mention of Bran, Theon began to tremble and fixed those harrowing eyes on Jon again as he whispered, “Bran lives. He’s here.”

Jon felt a cold chill travel down his spine as the wind picked up and the Heart Tree began shaking it’s red leaves like bloody hands. “He’s here in the Godswood,” Theon continued, “He’s been speaking to me this morning… I asked him if he would let me die,” Jon opened his mouth to say something but no words came as the leaves continued shaking with more force now. Some of the leaves were encased in the ice from the recent storm and as they shook, the ice fell upon the frozen black pool sounding like shattering glass.

Jon turned to Theon, whose facial scars were now bright red against the whiteness of his skin and hair, making him resemble The Heart Tree more than ever as he stood with that unnerving disembodied stare of his. He was looking beyond Jon now- at something behind him. The Heart Tree. He watched in horror as Theon nodded slowly as if giving permission to someone or something. Then in an instant, his eyes went white and he crashed to the ground convulsing. Jon was on him in a moment gathering his frail form into his arms.

Theon

He was still in the Godswood but everything was still, quiet. As Theon blinked, his eyes focused on the the calm implacable face of Bran, standing tall before him. Standing. Theon scrambled to his feet, looking at Bran with reverence. There was nothing of the small, gentle boy there now, just as there was nothing left of the cocksure youth Theon had been.

Bran had grown taller than Theon, and in the middle of his forehead was a gleaming eye. It sent a shiver down Theon’s spine. He felt like that third eye could pierce through him like a knife, flaying away every despicable part of him and still finding him wanting. He needed to apologize, to beg forgiveness, but his mouth was dry and gaping, like when he screamed soundlessly in a nightmare.

“Where are we?” He managed to ask at last.

Bran smiled, almost sadly, and said, “In your mind… Thank you for letting me in, by the way. Are they always here?”

Theon followed Bran’s gaze to the two ragged boys, huddled together beside the Heart Tree. The two orphans he had murdered in place of Bran and Rickon. Yes, the two boys were always there. They were there when he bedded down at night and when he rose at dawn. They were there in the feverish space between awake and dreaming and in the screams and cries of war. They were there, relentlessly there, between the vastness of what was and what might have been. Theon nodded and whispered, “The farm boys. Always.”

Bran’s third eye flashed as he looked at Theon. “They had names,” he said with a bitter edge that clashed with his calm demeanor. “Jack and Billy and they were my friends. You must remember their names.” Theon felt pain more searing than the kiss of the flaying knife coiling around his heart at Bran’s words. His soul was rotting with the guilt of it. A wretched, twisted thing. 

Bran looked more like the young boy he use to be now as he walked slowly over to the boys and touched the older one softly on the shoulder. The boy did not react to his touch. “It’s my fault they are dead,” he said quietly. “If I hadn’t escaped…”

“Don’t.” Theon interrupted him harshly and shook his head vigorously. “Don’t do that. Don’t take my crimes on yourself. They are mine, not yours. My work.”

Bran turned his eyes on Theon, and for one awful moment he looked just like he did that day when he had asked him, Did you hate us the whole time?

No. I never did. I never hated any of you. I loved you. I loved you all so much. I still do. After everything I’ve done, I still do.

“I know,” Bran answered Theon’s thoughts. Theon looked up at him confused until he realized that Bran was in his head. He didn’t need to speak the words aloud. He knew his thoughts. Bran came very close to him now, it was almost as if they were sharing one body. “I know that you would take it all back if you could. And, you are not the only one here who is responsible for the deaths of innocents,” he said in a whisper as all of his eyes closed for a moment.

Theon looked at Bran surprised, but said nothing else. Bran fixed his eyes back on Theon again and Theon suddenly felt weightless, painless, as if he were floating in the salt waves of his childhood or flying through the cold northern air.

“Bran, why I am here? Am I to die? Am I to be allowed that mercy? Is it possible for me to die?” It didn’t seem as though it was possible for him to die.

“No, Theon,” Bran said, his voice thick with empathy. “I need you alive. I need your help, if you will agree to give it to me. Jon and I, we need your help in the war that is to come.”

Theon released his breath. How could anyone need his help? He wasn’t noble and strong like Robb. He wasn’t clever and brave like Yara. What possible use could he be to anyone? Why were they dead while he lived? Yara. His sweet sister. She had brought him back from the dead. She had given him a reason to live. She was the best of his family. The best of the Ironborn. How could it even be possible that she had fallen?

And now. And now, he feared that continuing to live in this hideous world without her would be the harshest punishment he could endure. He supposed he deserved no less than to be the last one standing, watching as all those he loved were taken from him. All the brave and valiant dying precisely because they were brave and valiant. He remembered Sansa’s words. In life, the monsters win. He was a monster but he didn’t want to win.

“Why me?” he asked, “How can I be useful in the war to come?”

“The first step is to go back and reclaim your crown from your Uncle Euron.”

Theon cringed to hear him say it. “Bran, I am not my sister. I am not fit to rule. You know that, you… you saw it.”

“I did. But you are not the same man you were then. Remember. I’ve seen all of it. All that you went through. And I need your help. You are the only one who I can… enter in this way- where it is not quite warging, not quite skin changing. Where we become like… one. You allow it willingly. And that is good because… I’m still learning and I don’t want to hurt anyone else,” Bran finished with a tremor in his voice.

Theon nodded, trying to offer comfort, while not completely understanding all that Bran was saying. “I know I can never make amends. I do not seek forgiveness. But I will help you in any way that I can.”

Bran suddenly wrapped his arms around Theon. It felt as though he were encased in feathers, dark and soft. “Don’t do it to repent,” Bran whispered, “No matter what you do or don’t do, the dead are dead, they are not coming back. All you can do now is accept who you are and accept who you are meant to be. What is dead is dead. But you are not. Time to fly.” 

There was the swoop of wind, the flutter of wings and then… nothing.

When Theon finally opened his eyes he found himself staring into Jon’s. “Jon… m’lord…. your… Your Grace… I’m sorry. Please…” He tried to scramble to his feet, but Jon kept him firmly in his arms.

“No… don’t move yet. Gods be good, Theon, had anyone told me yesterday how relieved I’d be to see you come through that alive, I wouldn’t have believed them.”

Theon stared up at Jon confused. “What… What changed?”

“I was talking to Bran right here in the Godswood… through you. The things he told me… But… he’s alive. My brother lives.” The grateful tears that filled Jon’s eyes broke Theon’s heart. “Come lean on me,” Jon said gruffly as he helped Theon rise to his feet. “There is much to say. There is much to plan.”

As Theon struggled to stand he looked at Jon questioningly, “So you will- you will accept my help? What help I can give? In spite of what I did? In spite of..." Theon took a breath. "In spite of what I did to Robb." It was still almost impossible to speak his name after all this time. Speaking Robb's name aloud made Theon feel as though he was shattering.

Jon stopped and looked at Theon mournfully. “Theon, I don’t know why Robb is dead and we live. But we do live. For better or worse, we are the ones left. I do not think he would have wanted us to be enemies. We owe it to Robb to join together without malice. I believe it is what he would have wanted. We owe it to the dead and the living to do whatever we can in this coming war. For centuries, before we warred each other, our family’s fought together against their common enemy. Despite their differences. Together. We need to do the same if we are going to survive. Because the enemy is real, it’s always been real.”

Theon closed the space between Jon and himself when he clasped his arm in his. “Will you accept the promise of an oathbreaker?” Theon asked, as he raised his searing eyes to Jon’s.

“I’m an oathbreaker too Theon, so I’d need to ask you the same,” Jon replied with a bitter smile. 

Theon nodded as his chest clenched with emotion. They spoke the words together. Two Kings, reluctant to rule. Two brothers bound together through tragedy and shared experience. Two boys who didn’t know why they had been chosen over those who were more worthy.

“My sword is yours in victory and defeat from this day until my last day.”

Theon felt his whole body tremble as he spoke the words, the oath he had broken to Robb. Jon began to take his arm away but Theon gripped it forcefully as tears spilled over his scarred face. “My life is yours,” he promised aggressively, “Now and Always.”

Jon nodded solemnly “Now and Always,” he promised back.

They walked back to Winterfell leaning on each other through the biting winter winds and great drifts of falling snow.

[randomlut]

Theon Greyjoy exchange @theongreyjoyexchange

Season 1 Theon vs Season 5 Theon

[hard-as-iron]

Stunning! It’s so dark and strong. Thank you! I don’t really want Yara to die, but with his experiences, I believe that Theon would make a kind, just king. ❤️🦑

THEON EXCHANGE 2018 ↪ King on the Salt Throne

for @hard-as-iron and @theongreyjoyexchange

[theongreyjoyexchange]

theon exchange 2018 - dates/rules

HEY EVERYONE, long time no see, hopefully everyone around here is doing all right and whatnot.

on to the important news: theonexchange 2018 is a go if you guys want something to entertain yourselves with this GOT-less summer ;)

now, there’s a few things that have changes mostly extra rules in order to avoid the mess that happened last year, so here we go.

first thing:

SCHEDULE: SIGN-UPS OPEN ON JULY 20TH AND CLOSE ON JULY 27TH, ASSIGNMENTS GO OUT DURING THE WEEK-END, THEN YOUR DEADLINE IS SEPTEMBER 14TH, THEREFORE YOU HAVE ONE MONTH AND A HALF TO COMPLETE YOUR FANWORK. 

second thing, rules. (I’ll try to make it brief and a longer version with examples and so on later.)

what doesn’t change:

after you sign up, you will receive an e-mail with your assignment. since shit calmed down since two years ago and the anon thing started to be too much work, this time you most likely will know who your giftee is or you’ll get their name so you can gift it directly to them. you will have to choose one prompt to fill and you will have about one month and a half to do it. to fulfill your assignment you need to do one gift only.

until now we’ve had even numbers of writers/fanartists and someone would do fanvids and someone else fanmixes, so in order to try to make everyone happy you will have to write at least one thing you can do in the sign-up form (as in, I can write fanfic/I can do fanart, if you can do both and don’t mind just list both) and then list three you might like to receive. as in, I can only write fanfic and I’d like to receive either a fanfic, a fanart or a fanvid. at that point I will need three prompts for each. NEW RULE: THIS IS NOT-NEGOTIABLE. last year I had endless issues matching people because they requested just one thing or left one prompt for each category and it caused a lot of pain, so please do fill the entire form.

when things are said and done and you posted your work on ao3 or wherever else, send this blog a submission (I’ll post detailed instruction later) and I’ll publish it in due time. ;)

anyone can participate. I don’t care if you’ve been in the fandom for ten years or if you just arrived and you still haven’t interacted with anyone else or posted any content. you can participate whoever the hell you are, as long as you want to play then who am I to say no.

you don’t need to have a tumblr. anon submitting/asking is allowed, so if you aren’t on tumblr we can work out the details later - as long as you give me an email you’re good.

ALL FANWORKS ARE WELCOME (fanart, fanfic, fanmix, gifsets, fanvid, meta, idk whatever you like). ALL THEON SHIPS ARE WELCOME. all theon ot3s are welcome. the only thing that’s not welcome is being an ass to other people’s tastes.

what DOES CHANGE this year:

these past two years I’ve been pretty chill and didn’t do any mid-way check ins nor checked up on people. which has turned into people either not talking to me or forgetting and not talking to me or dropping out after the deadline meaning that I couldn’t find/contact pinch hitters at that late stage and I ended up taking them half of the time. which I don’t mind but I dread the day it happens with people whose prompts I can’t write, therefore: there will be a mid-way check in and another one one week from the deadline. the second one is going to be mandatory.

I also ended up having to hunt people on tumblr DMs because they weren’t replying to emails, so: if I send emails for mandatory check-ins and don’t get a reply within 48 hours before the due date and 24 after the due date, I’m considering you dropped out and looking for a pinch hitter and I’m not contacting people in private on tumblr. 

also: I’m absolutely cool with extensions but please ask for them before the due date and if you actually started the thing please send me a sketch or a draft or something of the kind. (if you’re one of the old participants this doesn’t apply to you because I know I can trust you.)

if you have to drop out please tell me instead of disappearing because if you disappear it’s less time for the pinch hitter and more trouble for me to find someone who’d have less time to create their fanwork. honestly. it’s an exchange, shit happens, everyone understands, but tell me please XD

and that’s it. see you this year too, hopefully! ;)

[hard-as-iron]

Here is my gift from @theongreyjoyexchange for @starcallerstag ! Here’s this little Theon and Sansa reunion. I feel like he’d be a little startled receiving a hug, but would definitely appreciate it once the initial surprise faded... anyway, I really hope you like it! 🦑❤️

[mauvaisxander]

You’re Worth Hell - A Jon/Theon Mix

for @disneyprincessbuffyannesummers as part of @theongreyjoyexchange

Keep The Change, You Filthy Animal - All Time Low ~ Bad Sun - The Bravery ~ Do You Want Me (Dead?) - All Time Low ~ Desperate Measures - Marianas Trench ~ Broken - lovelytheband ~ November Rain - Guns N’ Roses ~ Lonely Boy - The Black Keys ~ Moth’s Wings - Passion Pit ~ Another Story - The Head And The Heart ~ Cold Is The Night - The Oh Hellos ~ I Found - Amber Run ~ Notes From The Underground - Sarah Slean ~ Ghosts That We Knew - Mumford & Sons

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request here

[mrs-storm-andrews]

THEON EXCHANGE 2018 ↪ King on the Salt Throne

for @hard-as-iron and @theongreyjoyexchange

[janiedean]

fic: the kindness of strangers (theon & pia, others), r, for theonexchange

the kindness of strangers, theon & pia + theon & jon + theon & asha + pia & jaime, r, warnings for canon typical violence and past rape/abuse/torture, 5,2k ca, further warnings on ao3; for @selkiewife for @theongreyjoyexchange 

“Theon,” she says, “it would take being blind to not see that we might have something in common.” She sounds sorry about it. And as if she truly understands it. For a moment he’s speechless, because until now it’s been just Jeyne understanding it, but Jeyne —

Jeyne doesn’t know how that feels. Good for her, honestly, but —

But.

“Would it be too much,” he asks, “if I was wondering how — how it happened to you?”

for the prompt: book based (or combination) Theon meeting Pretty Pia and both of them learning to smile again. hopefully it’s along the lines of what you wanted ;_;