the golden kraken

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↳ ASOIAF HOUSES MEME: House Greyjoy

House Greyjoy of Pyke is one of the Great Houses of Westeros. It rules over the Iron Islands, a harsh and bleak collection of forbidding islands off the west coast of Westeros, from the Seastone Chair in the castle of Pyke on the island of the same name. Their sigil is a golden kraken on a black field, and their house motto is “We Do Not Sow.” Members of the family tend to be attractive and well-built, with black hair.

The maddest of them all

Pairing: fem. Sunderly reader x Euron Greyjoy

Warning: a lot of smut, fluff 

‘Balon was mad, Aeron is madder, and Euron is the maddest of them all.’ You thought about the quote while your father talked about the crowning of Euron Greyjoy during the supper. 
“How is he?”, you asked and stared at the dead and fried fish on your plate. 
“Who?”, your father asked.
Euron. Euron Greyjoy. Is he as mad as everyone says?”
“I don’t know. He looked kind of insane and he is loud and stubborn. He said he wants to murder his niece and nephew and he needs one thousend ships.”
“Loud and stubborn, like every Greyjoy.”, you replied.
“And like you”, he answered and laughed. This was his way of joking.
“I would like to see him – Euron, I mean. And his fleet.”
“Well, go to Pyke then. They already started building the ships.”


A few days later you decided to make a walk through Pyke and just as your father had told you, Eurons men already started building his fleet. You also saw his giant galleon on the harbour, black sails with a golden kraken. This must be Silence, you thought. The crew of Silence had no tongues, since Euron decided to cut them off.

You walked away, until you heard heavy steps behind you. Before you could turn around someone grabbed your arm and pressed a hand on your mouth. You wriggled like an eel in the arms of the stranger, trying to reach the dagger in your belt but the man gave you a hard hit in the stomach and you fell on your back to the ground. It was the first time you actually could see his face. His hair was long and oily, his nose crooked. As he placed himself on top of you and tried to rip off your shirt, you grabbed his hair and pulled it until you ripped it off, together with his scalp. He screamed in pain and scratched your cheek with his long, dirty fingernails. Warm blood ran down your face, but you ignored it. You bit the man, bit his neck until you tasted blood. Your teeth disappeared in his flesh, deeper and deeper, the man was unable to move until you tore out his skin. He got up from you, fell to the ground and pressed his hands on the wound. You split out his skin with a little piece of flesh hanging on it and stood up, wiping the sand from your clothes.
“What is going on?!”, somebody screamed, a man, but not your offender. 
“He attacked me”, you explained and as you turned around you saw another man standing in front of you. His hair was kind of messy and his beard was scraggly, but he truly was handsome. He first looked at you, then at the man who still was laying on the ground, slowly choking on his own blood in his lungs.
“I wanted to rescue you”, the man in front of you explained. “But obviously you don’t need any help.”
“Right”, you answered. The man came closer, scrutinizing your face.
"Does it hurt?”, he asked and pointed on your cheek.
“No.” It did hurt.
“You should visit a maester. The wound needs to be cleaned. And maybe you should take a bath too… You’re covered in blood.”
“I know.” You tried to wipe off the blood on your face with your sleeve.
“Who are you?” It wasn’t hard to tell that the handsome man was quite confused. 
“(Y/N) Sunderly”, you answered. “And who are you?”
He chuckled. “I’m your king. Euron Greyjoy.”
You instantly made a curtsey; “Your grace.”
“May I accompany you home milady?”
“It would be an honor for me.”
“Well, I just need to make sure that you don’t kill another man on your way home”, he answered and laughed. You replied the laugh dryly and glanced at your victim. He already was dead. “He did deserve it”, you claimed.
“Aye. But you’re looking kind of insane and to be honest, even a little bit scary.”

"My father told me about the kingsmoot. I wish I had seen it by myself”, you told Euron while walking next to him.
“And why, milady?”
“It must have been incredible. I’ve heard so many stories about you. I’m glad you’re our new king, your grace. You’re strong and brave." 
"Just like you. Biting off someone’s artery, truly impressive." 
"I also ripped out some of his hair and scalp.”
“Even better”, Euron said. Then he glanced at you. “I bet there’s hidden a beautiful face under all this blood and the scratches.”
“T-thank you, king Euron.” You felt a little bit dizzy. Maybe it was because of the attack, maybe it was because of the presence of your new, handsome king – probably, it was both.

Euron brought you home, safe and sound. Your father thanked him a thousand times, until you started to feel embarrassed in front of your king. But Euron just laughed as he saw the discomfort in your eyes and wished you a good night before he left.

You did not sleep the whole night. The scratches on your cheek were burning painfully, but that wasn’t the reason. The reason was him - Euron Greyjoy. He wanted to rescue you. You have heard so many terrible stories about him, but after all, he still seemed to be a good person deep inside. Or maybe it was because he liked you?
You tried not to think about Euron anymore, but it seemed to be impossible. Whatever you did, he was always in your thoughts. The other night you started imaging being together with him. You wanted him to take you, placing his strong body on yours, kissing you everyhwere, stroking your cunt with his thick fingers, making you moan his name. Thinking about this made your womanhood wet and hot. Your clit was heavily swollen as you placed your fingers on it to rub and stroke it. And while you stroke yourself and imagined Euron doing unspeakable things to you, you came.

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House Greyjoy of Pyke is one of the Great Houses of Westeros. It rules over the Iron Islands, a harsh and bleak collection of islands off the west coast of Westeros, from the castle at Pyke. The head of the house is the Lord Reaper of Pyke. House Greyjoy’s sigil is traditionally a golden kraken on a black field. Their house motto is We Do Not Sow, although the phrase What Is Dead May Never Die is also closely associated with House Greyjoy and their bannermen, as they are associated with the faith of the Drowned God.

“Theon’s smile was gone” – The day they shouldn’t have gone to the woods.

I love pretty much every aspect of Theon and Robb’s relationship but one of my favourite thing is how realistic and multi layered their friendship and/or romance is.  

It was liberating for both of them. For Theon it meant finally having someone who loved and admired him in a sincere, genuine way. He didn’t have to pretend to be anyone else than Theon with Robb.

Even though it’s hard to be certain since we don’t get Robb’s pov, it seems that he behaved differently with Theon as well. We know he looked up to Theon which, given their respective status, is remarkable. We can never be 100% certain for Robb although Theon seemed to be one of his closest friend and someone he trusted with his life
As for Theon I am convinced Robb was the love of his life if only in the strict sense of the term. He never loved anyone like he loved Robb and nobody ever offered him the same respect and admiration Robb had for him.

And this is enough to prove it wasn’t doomed to fail at all. They could have lived as happy as can be if it wasn’t for the war and Robb sending Theon back to the Islands. In a way, one of Robb’s most touching token of love – freeing Theon and trusting him with coming back to the place he was born (which he thought was the home he had been looking for all along) – is the first step to the “destruction” of their relationship. Even though I’d like to remind you that it’s Balon’s refusal which precisely triggered Theon’s betrayal of Robb’s trust. If Balon had showed a little respect and affection for his last son, maybe he wouldn’t have felt the irrational need to prove he was worthy of his love/admiration/respect, no matter the costs.

Then, one can wonder how Robb could be so harsh with Theon the day he saved Bran from the wildlings. That’s an argument I have seen from times to times and always with very different answers. I have tackled this issue in the Throbb manifesto but I couldn’t go into details. I think that first of all it’s very important to remember that this scene is told from Bran’s point of view thus making it pretty hard for us to know what happened in Theon and Robb’s heads. As for Theon, I’m pretty sure my interpretation is close to the truth. Robb is a more difficult case as he has no POV whatsoever to help us but I think it makes sense.

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Sail away

Pairing: Reader x Euron Greyjoy

Warning: Well, it’s Euron Greyjoy… Smut (Loss of virginity, dirty talk)

Since you were a little girl you loved the sea. It was your first love. You loved the water, the waves, the wet sand under your naked feet and the salty air in your lungs. Water were the only thing you really felt comfortable in. Just swimming in the sea or a lake, feeling the rain on your skin – It was the most beautiful feeling in the world.

You walked down the beach close to Storm’s End when you saw a giant ship at the horizon. The sails were black with a golden symbol which you weren’t able to see details. You decided to continue your walk and followed the ship to the port. Of course, you were faster, but at least you could finally see the emblem on the sails; a golden kraken. This must be a Greyjoy ship! Greyjoy ships normally stand for trouble, but why would they attack Strom’s End? Normally they only attacked small isles and poor villages.  

“(Y/N)!”, you heard somebody shouting. It was your uncle, who worked as a fisherman. “Go and help your mother at the tavern, I will deliver some fresh fish later”, he said to you. 

“But I – “ he interrupted you immediately: “Go now, (Y/N)!” You nodded and left. 

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At the night of the same day some strangers entered the tavern which belonged to your family. One of the men directly looked at you. His face was round with a full beard, brown hair and blue and grey eyes, just like the sea. His smile had something cruel, but somehow you felt immediately attracted to him. Was he from the Greyjoy ship you saw earlier?

“Welcome”, you greeted them shyly.

“Please bring us beer, beautiful lady”, the handsome one said. You nodded and came back a few moments later with beer for everyone. 

“Thank you, dear. What’s your name?”

“M-My name is (Y/N) Storm.”

“Do you know who I am?”

“A Greyjoy?”

“That’s right. I am Euron Greyjoy, the drowned god. Do you know why they are calling me the drowned god?” You shook your head and Euron tapped on his thigh to symbolize you to sit down. You kind of felt uncomfortable with this, but as you sat down on his leg it felt oddly good. “Soon I will be the king of the Iron Islands. I will kill my brother, Balon, and claim the salt throne. After that I will be drowned in the salt water and as soon as I come back the whole island will belong to me.”

“And what happens if you die?”

“I don’t die. I am the sea, I am the storm.”

“The sea is beautiful. Wild and untamable.”

“Just like me.”

“Why is your crew so silent?” Euron laughed at your question.

“They can’t talk anymore, my dear. So, you love the sea?”
“I do. All my life I wanted nothing more than to sail away, to live on a ship and to be a captain.” You laughed. “Stupid, I know.” You shrugged your shoulders. “I am sorry. I need to work now.” You wanted to stand up, but Euron wrapped his arms around you.

“It’s not stupid, not for me at least. I could take you with me. You could be my salt wife. And someday maybe I will build a ship for you.” His strong arms around your body made you nervous.

“Why would you do that? You don’t even know me!”
“You are beautiful and we have something in common. I love beautiful and strong women.” He was probably insane, but with every word you felt more attracted to him. What’s wrong with me?, you asked yourself. You glanced at him and saw the sea in his beautiful and bright eyes. He is so handsome… “You look at me like you want me to kiss you”, Euron said and grinned.

“I do, actually”, you admitted. “I don’t see many handsome men here.”
“Well, how could I not fulfil a beautiful women’s wish?” He cupped your face in his hands and placed a kiss on your lips and suddenly everything got out of hand. You both shared an extremely long kiss and after that you grabbed his hand and took him with you upstairs.

“I’ve never done this before”, you told Euron as you opened the door to your chamber.

“What? Fucking with a guest?”
“Fucking in general.” Euron looked at you in surprise.

“It’s easy to learn”, he said to you and sat down on his bed. You took place on his lap again and almost started right away to hump him. “Slow down, girl”, he said to you. “Let me take off my clothes first.” He took off his belt and finally his pants. His member was half-hard, pinkish with a thick tip and some veins. “I know, it’s big, but don’t worry. It will fit”, Euron explained while he unbuttoned his shirt. You took off your dress as well and crawled on the bed. Euron followed you and placed himself on top of you. “So I will be your first one?”

“Yes”, you answered and smiled. Euron gave you a kiss.

“You know, it will hurt”, he said and one moment later you felt his hard dick pressing against your entrance. He grabbed his member with one hand and pushed himself into you with two quick strokes. It felt like something was breaking inside of you. It almost was like a painful cramp.

“Shit!”, you cursed and gasped for air. Euron chuckled. “Stop it!”

“I’m not doing anything. I will start moving slowly now.” He moved his lower abdomen back and forth, pushing his dick slowly deeper inside of you. “Does it still hurt?”
“I’m fine”, you answered after you relaxed a bit. You closed your eyes and tried to concentrate on the feeling. You liked Eurons warmth and his breath on your skin. Euron kneaded your breasts with one of his hands while his dick slipped in and out of you, but he didn’t really seemed satisfied with you, and it kind of made you sad. Maybe I’m too ugly or too boring, you thought.

“Euron”, you started. “I want to be your salt wife. I want you to fuck me in all my holes, as often as possible.” He started grinning, his movements got faster.

“Hmm, tell me more little girl”, he said. “Do you really want to get fucked in all your holes? Your nice mouth and your tight arsehole?”
“Yes. Use me in every possible way.” Saying all these dirty things to him made even yourself wetter and you ran your fingers down your own body, until you found the tiny little spot between your labia. “Fuck me harder. Now.” Euron fucked you with hard, but slowly strokes. You cried out his name as you were close to your own climax.

“Tell me more dirty things, my queen”, Euron almost said begging. “I want to come.”

“I want you to fuck me hard and fast, I want you to punish me. I am a bad little girl.”

“Aye, you are!” Euron gave you one last stroke before he sank into the bed sheets next to you. You still rubbed yourself, and Euron watched you with great interest. “Show me how you do it, (Y/N).” You spread your legs a little bit more and pushed one finger into your cunt. It was wet and slippery from Eurons semen and your own juice.

“Lick it clean”, Euron commanded. You almost hesitated, but Euron took your hand and led it to your mouth. The taste was awful, bitter and salty, but it was also arousing. You felt ashamed. “Oh my little lady is blushing… But you wanted this, right?” You nodded. “You want to be my salt wife. So do what I tell you to do.”

“I will do everything for you!”

“Good. Now come for me.” Euron put his hand on your snatch and stroke your clit with sharp thrusts which made you see stars. You trembled uncontrollably and whimpered as you came.

“Euron”, you moaned exhausted and placed your head on his bare chest. “That was insane.” He kissed your head.

“It was. And I will do a lot of other things to you if you accompany me.”

“Do you really want me to come with you?”, you asked in disbelief. Maybe your boring life finally had an ending, maybe you were finally able to travel around the world – with a handsome man on your side…

“It’s a command”, Euron said and you smiled.

Places, everyone!

Making a little list of where everyone in Game of Thrones is at the start of Season 8:

Team Lion: Cersei at the Red Keep with Qyburn and FrankenGregor. Euron Jeremy is on his way back from Essos with the Golden Company.

Team Kraken: Theon and his peeps are sailing somewhere to rescue Yara from Skeevy Uncle Euron.

Team Wolf: Sansa, Arya, Bran, Sam Tarly, Gilly & Baby Sam, Lord Royce with Vale guys, Lyanna Mormont & other Northern lords, at Winterfell already.

Tormund, Beric: coming to Winterfell, along with a bunch of wildlings, from the wreckage of the Wall.

Team DragonWolf: Jon, Dany, Davos, Missandei, Varys, Jorah, Sandor, Tyrion, sailing up to White Harbor, ride to Winterfell along with thousands of Unsullied and Dothraki, accompanied by 2 enormous dragons.

Gendry: riding to Winterfell alone from Eastwatch following Operation Bag-a-Wight.

Team LionWolf: Brienne, Podrick, Jaime, Bronn riding up to Winterfell together.

Tyrells, Martells, Littlefucker, Thoros of Myr: dead.

Daario: still in Bay of Dragons.

Meera Reed: gone back to her fam at Greywater Watch.

Edmure Tully: still hangin’ around in a dungeon at the Twins.

Am I missing anyone?

I think the first thing Sansa does when she sees Jon is bitchslap him because how the FUCK are they supposed to feed all this? 

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House Tyrell | Growing Strong | a golden rose on a green field
House Targaryen | Fire And Blood | a three-headed dragon breathing flames, red on black
House Tully | Family, Duty, Honor | a silver trout leaping on a blue and red striped field
House Martell | Unbowed, Unbent, Unbroken | a gold spear piercing a red sun on an orange field
House Baratheon | Ours Is The Fury | a crowned black stag on a field of gold
House Stark | Winter is Coming | a grey direwolf racing across a field of white
House Lannister | Hear Me Roar! | a golden lion on a field of crimson
House Greyjoy | We Do Not Sow | a golden kraken on a black field

Theon in ADWD Re-Read - “Reek” II

(you can find the others here)

Some pages of Tyrion drowning and Bran flying and Davos treating with Merfolk, and here we are. Theon has to play the prince. Theon has to play Theon. He has to play him and never dare think of himself as the Prince of Winterfell again. That demands, actually, an insane clarity of mind to be able to play along the lines.

This chapter is one of my favourites in ASOIAF, because I find it so subtle and heart-wrenching. But, just like Theon, you have to walk carefully along the lines.
Here is the most powerful lines from this chapter, and for good reason. They do define the thread we follow.

We are Ironborn, [Theon] thought, with a sudden flash of pride, and for half a heartbeat he was a prince again, Lord Balon’s son, the blood of Pyke. Even thinking was dangerous, thought. He had to remember his name. Reek, my name is Reek, it rhymes with weak.

It consists essentially of Theon winning (?) back the Moat for the Boltons - and to live, to live again. Although we get it quickly enough: it is not death he fears, but a fate worse than death. He who lived for glory and love doesn’t fear humiliation or hatred anymore. The Boltons will do that to a man, well. That is their expertise, isn’t it?
Our second Reek chapter has a melancholy to it that I hope I will be able to show. It also serves to introduce Theon’s personal arc properly - not (yet) redemption, not as much as finding himself. He won’t ever atone for any crime if he doesn’t fully know who speaks inside of him. The Prince of Winterfell? The Kraken’s son? The lost prince of the Islands? The Ward of Stark? A bit of them all, surely. But first, to act like Theon.

“Reek” was shaking when they helped him on the saddle to win the Moat. He resembled Theon, but he couldn’t act as him. Not with Ramsay nearby.

Reek did not dare look back, for fear that Damon and Yellow Dick and Grunt and the rest were coming after him, that all of this was just another of Lord Ramsay’s japes, some cruel test to see what he would do if they gave him a horse and set him free. Do they think that I will run? (…)

One point I will always insist on is how feeble Ramsay is as a character in the narrative. At least, in Dance. He is powerful and dangerous, yes. But he only exists through Theon’s eyes. He is the monster in Theon’s distorted fairytale; the symbol of his hellfire. Naturally, Theon’s torture and suffering isn’t justice - but he might have thought so, in his guilt. And I believe, in a way, Theon yielded because of that. He is proud and he is hopeful - he could have resisted the Reek persona, had his hope not been poisoned with guilt. “Do they think that I will run?” He can’t run: this is a practical impossibility as much as a psychological one.
Ramsay  is a bastard who becomes the Lord of Winterfell, and - as it has been often mentioned here and here - even shares his initials with Robb Stark. If you look at these facts from the perspective of an insider, it is almost easy to paint Ramsay as a monster-like figure Theon invented, borrowing traits from Robb and Jon and mixing them to form his own personal nightmare.

But the nightmare is here, really here, day and night. The pain is real, the danger is real, and Theon has to do his duty. (“I will deliver him the castle. I will. I must”).

I have come this way before. It was a dangerous thought, and he regretted it at once. “No,” he said, “no, that was some other man, that was before you knew your name.”

He has to voice this. He has to differentiate his self from Theon, the “other man” in his internal monologue. This is actually a demonstration of Theon’s freedom of mind. Theon is still there, he is not solely a distant memory. It’s Reek, the part he has to play, who is “not even a man”. Theon knows this, from the first Reek chapter on: “(…) he cannot take your wits unless you let him”. And Theon never lost them, not truly. He spent weeks in the dark, in pain, all alone. He could have gone mad, he should have gone mad. What else is left for him? Surely, it would have been easier. 

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